Speechless. 3
Title: Speechless
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 28. Shame at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
One
Two
It seems that time passes differently where I am at, it seems so fast but I can hear it in their voices that it is actually agonizingly slow. None the less, not a minute goes by without one of them with me, if not all of them with me.
I've learned all their names now and can match these names with their voices. Kota is the strong voice, who keeps everyone together, mentally and physically. I can tell though that this responsibility is weighing him down, from the way he gently cries on my shoulder when we're alone. Yuya has a childish voice, always ringing with laughter but only when he's with the group. When it's just us, he sounds tired and old, talking about the troubles of the world and the secrets he can't share, in fear of what others might say. I wish I could tell him I love him, and that Kota loves him too.
Kei's doesn't often talk when it's just us, instead he hums quietly, the melodies beautiful and familiar. He sometimes sings and his fingers press into my thighs and I can imagine long fingers hitting ivory keys, and it's the first thing I see in my mind's eye, besides the dark. Daiki on the other hand talks non-stop, and when he can't talk he reads to me, in both Japanese and English.
Yuri is tiny, I can tell because he curls up close to me in my bed and there's still room leftover. His arms wrap around my waist and he rests his head on my shoulder, and he speaks to me in a quiet whisper when no one is around. He cries a lot too, hands fisted in my shirt as he begs me to wake up, tells me that he needs his 'Katie'. My heart breaks for Yuri and I wish I could return his embrace, let him know that I am coming back as soon as I can. Ryutaro also speaks in a quiet whisper, and something furry and soft always tickles my skin while he tells me about his day, his brother and sister and about the others. I can tell Ryutaro is the youngest and yet he's so strong, an anchor to Yuri the same way Kota is to Hikaru.
Ryosuke giggles a lot, with the group and without it. I feel happy when I hear these girlish giggles and it makes me want to smile, but I can't. I feel like he knows this though, because when I try to smile but fail, he grabs my hand and squeezes and says, "When you get better, we're gonna go to that little cafe Kamenashi-kun told me about and you're buying me as many pieces of strawberry cake as I want." I promise, Ryo-chan and I will smile widely when this day comes. I am very close to Yuto, not like how I am to Hikaru but we're definitely more than just best friends. Yuto never says a word though, which troubles me because from Ryosuke's descriptions, he usually chatters non-stop. He doesn't cry and he doesn't speak, he doesn't touch me either but I can still feel his presence. When Ryosuke isn't giggling, he's telling me how worried he is about Yuto, how Yuto doesn't sleep or eat, just keeps going through his day to day life in a daze. He says that Yuto can't function without me, and I can hear what Ryosuke is implying and I won't let that happen. I am going to wake up, and I'll bring Yuto back with me.
Hikaru, like Yuto, can't seem to function without me. He clings to me and he kisses me, his tears falling onto my cheeks. He wipes them away and his hands linger, and he speaks to me in such a desperate voice that I just want to scream, "Please, please do not give up. I am going to come back, I will!" but I can't. I'm silent and it's dark, I'm stuck and Hikaru continues to cry.
He's the second thing I am able to see in my mind, his wide smile with the two teeth that overlap the rest. From there, I am able to envision his whole face; his crinkly eyes when he laughs, brown bangs either pinned back or falling into his face. His tanned, smooth skin and straight nose, leading to his shapely lips. He's thin but he's short, shorter than myself and I can easily wrap my arms around his waist and pull him to me.
Except now, I can do nothing but wait til my body is ready, and continue to break the heart of the one I love most, and the friends who are dearest to me.
Author: hotfruits
Prompt: 28. Shame at 30emotions
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito
x-posted to jent_fanfics, hikatorabu, heysay_fanfic and hsj_fics
One
Two
It seems that time passes differently where I am at, it seems so fast but I can hear it in their voices that it is actually agonizingly slow. None the less, not a minute goes by without one of them with me, if not all of them with me.
I've learned all their names now and can match these names with their voices. Kota is the strong voice, who keeps everyone together, mentally and physically. I can tell though that this responsibility is weighing him down, from the way he gently cries on my shoulder when we're alone. Yuya has a childish voice, always ringing with laughter but only when he's with the group. When it's just us, he sounds tired and old, talking about the troubles of the world and the secrets he can't share, in fear of what others might say. I wish I could tell him I love him, and that Kota loves him too.
Kei's doesn't often talk when it's just us, instead he hums quietly, the melodies beautiful and familiar. He sometimes sings and his fingers press into my thighs and I can imagine long fingers hitting ivory keys, and it's the first thing I see in my mind's eye, besides the dark. Daiki on the other hand talks non-stop, and when he can't talk he reads to me, in both Japanese and English.
Yuri is tiny, I can tell because he curls up close to me in my bed and there's still room leftover. His arms wrap around my waist and he rests his head on my shoulder, and he speaks to me in a quiet whisper when no one is around. He cries a lot too, hands fisted in my shirt as he begs me to wake up, tells me that he needs his 'Katie'. My heart breaks for Yuri and I wish I could return his embrace, let him know that I am coming back as soon as I can. Ryutaro also speaks in a quiet whisper, and something furry and soft always tickles my skin while he tells me about his day, his brother and sister and about the others. I can tell Ryutaro is the youngest and yet he's so strong, an anchor to Yuri the same way Kota is to Hikaru.
Ryosuke giggles a lot, with the group and without it. I feel happy when I hear these girlish giggles and it makes me want to smile, but I can't. I feel like he knows this though, because when I try to smile but fail, he grabs my hand and squeezes and says, "When you get better, we're gonna go to that little cafe Kamenashi-kun told me about and you're buying me as many pieces of strawberry cake as I want." I promise, Ryo-chan and I will smile widely when this day comes. I am very close to Yuto, not like how I am to Hikaru but we're definitely more than just best friends. Yuto never says a word though, which troubles me because from Ryosuke's descriptions, he usually chatters non-stop. He doesn't cry and he doesn't speak, he doesn't touch me either but I can still feel his presence. When Ryosuke isn't giggling, he's telling me how worried he is about Yuto, how Yuto doesn't sleep or eat, just keeps going through his day to day life in a daze. He says that Yuto can't function without me, and I can hear what Ryosuke is implying and I won't let that happen. I am going to wake up, and I'll bring Yuto back with me.
Hikaru, like Yuto, can't seem to function without me. He clings to me and he kisses me, his tears falling onto my cheeks. He wipes them away and his hands linger, and he speaks to me in such a desperate voice that I just want to scream, "Please, please do not give up. I am going to come back, I will!" but I can't. I'm silent and it's dark, I'm stuck and Hikaru continues to cry.
He's the second thing I am able to see in my mind, his wide smile with the two teeth that overlap the rest. From there, I am able to envision his whole face; his crinkly eyes when he laughs, brown bangs either pinned back or falling into his face. His tanned, smooth skin and straight nose, leading to his shapely lips. He's thin but he's short, shorter than myself and I can easily wrap my arms around his waist and pull him to me.
Except now, I can do nothing but wait til my body is ready, and continue to break the heart of the one I love most, and the friends who are dearest to me.