Wrote half of this on the bus...
The eerie silence was broken by two loud bangs that left Hiyoshi's ears ringing. He might have felt some movement soon after, but mostly he couldn't feel anything at all. Time didn't have any meaning either, because he didn't know how long he'd been laying there, the thoughts in his head escaping every time he thought he might have caught hold of one.
For a moment he thought it might be raining, but the drips on his cheek were warm. Rain wasn't warm. Maybe it was his blood? But all of him was still lying on the ground, he thought. He wasn't sure because he still couldn't feel anything but the intermittent dripping.
When the ringing in his ears subsided, he heard a strange sound, like someone was choking. Only it was accompanied by sniffing and sporadic gulps of air.
"Hiyoshi? Hiyo-chan? Hiyoko? Come on, wake up..."
Ah, that voice. Hiyoshi knew that voice. "I said don't call me that," he muttered with considerable effort, because for some reason his tongue wasn't listening to him.
His eyes opened and he was greeted by a sight that tore somewhere deep inside. Ah, so he could still feel. Mukahi's face was leaning over his, and his lips had twitched up in a shaky smile that lasted only a second before disapearing suddenly. His face scrunched up and it was the saddest frown Hiyoshi had ever seen on a person. A hiccuping sob broke through Mukahi's lips, and then another, his chin trembling with the force of holding them back as much as he could.
It really wasn't rain after all. A tear rolled down Mukahi's nose, and then another down his cheek, both dripping down onto Hiyoshi's face. "Y-you're going to be okay, right?" Mukahi pleaded, and Hiyoshi realized his arm was under his shoulders, holding him. He couldn't feel it at all though, so he must have damaged his neck.
"I don't think so, Mukahi-san." Hiyoshi said, slurring as the words disappeared almost before he could speak them. The word death floated through his mind, but it didn't mean anything. Nothing meant anything, except maybe the way Mukahi stopped trying to hold back his sobs and was crying freely. His shoulder's heaved with the force of it and a strand of red hair stuck to his face where a tear had left a wet trail.
Soon Hiyoshi could hardly even tell it was there, because things started dimming, losing contrast. His lips tingled, and then he thought he felt the pressure of Mukahi kissing him. It was getting harder to breathe, but if he focused on that warm, wet sensation of a tongue pushing through his lips he could actually feel it. It wasn't bad or good, but everything. He couldn't taste, see, or smell, and even sound had left him. But he could feel, and the only thing to feel was Mukahi kissing him deeply.
Hiyoshi's chest stopped working then, and when his last breath left him he could only assume Mukahi had swallowed it up. And that was okay.
For a moment he thought it might be raining, but the drips on his cheek were warm. Rain wasn't warm. Maybe it was his blood? But all of him was still lying on the ground, he thought. He wasn't sure because he still couldn't feel anything but the intermittent dripping.
When the ringing in his ears subsided, he heard a strange sound, like someone was choking. Only it was accompanied by sniffing and sporadic gulps of air.
"Hiyoshi? Hiyo-chan? Hiyoko? Come on, wake up..."
Ah, that voice. Hiyoshi knew that voice. "I said don't call me that," he muttered with considerable effort, because for some reason his tongue wasn't listening to him.
His eyes opened and he was greeted by a sight that tore somewhere deep inside. Ah, so he could still feel. Mukahi's face was leaning over his, and his lips had twitched up in a shaky smile that lasted only a second before disapearing suddenly. His face scrunched up and it was the saddest frown Hiyoshi had ever seen on a person. A hiccuping sob broke through Mukahi's lips, and then another, his chin trembling with the force of holding them back as much as he could.
It really wasn't rain after all. A tear rolled down Mukahi's nose, and then another down his cheek, both dripping down onto Hiyoshi's face. "Y-you're going to be okay, right?" Mukahi pleaded, and Hiyoshi realized his arm was under his shoulders, holding him. He couldn't feel it at all though, so he must have damaged his neck.
"I don't think so, Mukahi-san." Hiyoshi said, slurring as the words disappeared almost before he could speak them. The word death floated through his mind, but it didn't mean anything. Nothing meant anything, except maybe the way Mukahi stopped trying to hold back his sobs and was crying freely. His shoulder's heaved with the force of it and a strand of red hair stuck to his face where a tear had left a wet trail.
Soon Hiyoshi could hardly even tell it was there, because things started dimming, losing contrast. His lips tingled, and then he thought he felt the pressure of Mukahi kissing him. It was getting harder to breathe, but if he focused on that warm, wet sensation of a tongue pushing through his lips he could actually feel it. It wasn't bad or good, but everything. He couldn't taste, see, or smell, and even sound had left him. But he could feel, and the only thing to feel was Mukahi kissing him deeply.
Hiyoshi's chest stopped working then, and when his last breath left him he could only assume Mukahi had swallowed it up. And that was okay.