[Ongoing] Behind The Mask (5/?)
Title: Behind The Mask (5/?)
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15 (nothing too explicit but allusions to it)
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE. The universe is based on the drama "Code Blue" (both seasons).
Dedicated to: talisa_ahn ♥
Author Notes: Based on a couple of drabbles I posted at je100 for the AU challenge HERE. The title for the fic series is also stolen from the drabbles.
Previous Parts:
Code One
Code Two
Code Three
Code Four
Aizawa sighed and contemplated whether or not he was allergic to trips that went further than the elderly home where his grandmother lived. Back at school, something had always happened on all the trips his classes had gone on. In elementary school it had been something trivial like people getting lost and the whole group getting stuck somewhere until everyone had been found. Or their teacher taking a wrong path and the group ended up wandering around for hours and hours until they finally found back to their bus at sundown.
Then in middle and high school it had been the bus breaking down, the hostel or hotel closing down or the places they wanted to visit being closed due to maintenance or due to some holiday the school had overlooked when it had planned the trips. Once the trip had been cancelled due to an earthquake and the region they had been planning to go to becoming inaccessible.
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Kitayama and him had decided to escape the bustling city for a couple of days during a string of free consecutive days off for them both, something that almost never happened. They had gotten a car from one of Kitayama’s mother’s friends (it was borrowed…but the old man really didn’t drive it that often anymore so he had said he probably wouldn’t want or need it back) and had headed out of town after Aizawa’s last nightshift.
Kitayama had been driving for the first few kilometers, allowing Aizawa to catch up on some sleep in the passenger seat. And then they had gotten stuck in a traffic jam. So Kitayama had opted to take a detour via a small town, where they had had lunch and rested for a bit before Aizawa had taken over the steering wheel. The traffic jam still wasn’t gone though and it didn’t look like it would be soon.
“It’s weird for this time of the year…” Kitayama muttered and turned on the radio, searching for the right frequency. Before he could find it though there was an ear deafening crash on the lane next to them and all the cars jerked forward violently. Apparently something had hit the end of the traffic jam… most likely someone who hadn’t heard of the great invention called ‘brakes’ yet. Of course though that wasn’t the only thing that happened and Aizawa cursed his luck once more. There was a bus right behind the car that had rear-ended the traffic jam. The driver seemed to have lost control over his vehicle and it swerved off the road. Kitayama and Aizawa watched in horror when the bus rammed a couple of trees by the roadside with its long side and then proceeded to fall over. Then everything went silent for a few seemingly long moments.
Yes, he was definitely allergic to trips out of town.
Aizawa didn’t hesitate for long once he was out of his state of shock - he could recover faster from witnessing such a scene after all. He maneuvered their car to the side-strip and then jumped out, grabbing the first-aid kit and some of the stuff he’d still had on him from work (scalpels and forceps, he’d been meaning to practice something at home). Kitayama stayed behind and dialed the emergency number. Once he’d done that he grabbed the tool kit for changing tires and followed Aizawa over to the bus. There was smoke coming from the rear end.
“How is it?” he asked when he approached his friend.
“The people inside are still alive…they answered me when I called out…but there’s no place to get them out from…” Aizawa frowned unhappily. It was his first time arriving at the scene first, before the rescuers and fire fighters had secured it.
Kitayama looked at the wreck and pulled out the iron cross-bar. “We could try and break the front window…or at least unhook it and get it off…but…you know I think it’s better to wait for the experts to get here…I know you’re anxious to get to the people inside but…you shouldn’t put yourself in danger…or you won’t be of much use to them anymore…”
He knew Aizawa was contemplating taking the cross-bar and doing what he had just suggested but Kitayama also knew that the other knew that what he had said was true. Suddenly though, someone from inside the bus seemed to be kicking the broken front window - it didn’t shatter because it was made of the special shatter-proof glass. They moved aside as not to be hit by anything that could come flying their way. Kitayama put the toolkit aside and spread out the tarp before walking up to the street to look out for the fire engine or an ambulance or anything coming their way. He moved their car onto the grovel path next to the side lane to avoid it being in the way.
When he returned to the bus, the front window had come apart partially already and after a few more kicks, two men stumbled out. They were bleeding and one of them was holding his arm that looked twisted in an awkward manner.
“What’s the situation in the bus? Are there any seriously injured people? I’m an emergency doctor, please tell me…” Aizawa didn’t lose any time.
One of the men, the one with the probably broken arm, shook his head, “I…I don’t know…I’m the driver…I was sitting here at the very front…I haven’t…I haven’t looked at the back…I just wanted to get everyone out of here as soon as possible…!”
“My friend is trapped in his seat…someone fell onto him and they’re not moving…” the other man explained, “I don’t know about the rest…I just…I moved and when I saw the driver trying to kick in the window I knew I had to help him…there are a couple of families with children in there…and a few elderly people…I heard screams when we went off the road…” He started to shake and babble. With a glance at Aizawa, Kitayama took the man aside and sat him down on a corner of the tarp, talking to him and trying to calm him down again. Sure, Kitayama didn’t have as much experience with this as Aizawa and he wasn’t somebody who worked in this kind of job but he knew how to talk to people, how to make them feel at ease again, reassuring them. It was all he could do right now. And he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything at all.
In the meantime, Aizawa was climbing through the opening in the bus, “We’ve made an opening in the bus…those of you who can move on their own and get out of their seats right now, please do so… I am a doctor…I can give you first-aid treatment until the ambulances arrive…”
It smelled burned and of blood and burned flesh. He recognized the smells…he could tell them apart by now after encountering them again and again. They had stopped being disgusting for him by now, just like the smell that wafted through the emergency room whenever he or Saijo-sensei used the bipolar to stop any bleeding in the brain. Some of the other interns still seemed to have trouble with it…just like some people still cringed whenever they saw a particularly bad wound. Aizawa wouldn’t let things like that impede his diagnosis and treatment though.
“God…this is worse than our graduation trip people…did Saruwatari curse us with bad travel luck or what? Hey…Icchi…? Oi, Icchi stay with me!”
“What’s wrong with Icchi? Kura? What’s going on??”
Aizawa approached the group of young males on the side. He had overheard the other’s comment about a bad graduation trip and hadn’t been able to stop himself from sympathizing a little with that. Upon arriving in front of the group of chairs, his eyes noticed one thing immediately. One of the males was slumped over his friend awkwardly, apparently unconscious, “Don’t move him!” He instructed the other youth and checked the male for head injuries.
“Can you move?” he asked the other after checking the pairs’ positions.
“I think my foot’s tangled up in the seatbelt or something…so I’m afraid that’s a no….what’s wrong with Icchi, sensei?” the other asked in a thick Kansai dialect.
“Your friend hit his head…I cannot tell with the light in here and without any equipment…for the moment I ask you not to move his head too much…the ambulance and rescue workers should be here soon so then we’ll be able to move and treat him…” he tried to see whether or not the other male was really just tangled up or really injured. Aizawa noticed a big bag behind the other male which seemed to have buffered the impact for him. “That bag might’ve saved your life…”
“True that…and Icchi here was complaining about me taking it along… I still say it’s better than Honjo’s lucky pillow…” he laughed at one of the chairs on one side behind which Aizawa could locate a bright blond shock of hair. To his dismay, he also found that a piece of metal had dug itself into the male’s leg. It wasn’t bleeding profusely yet because the metal was sealing the wound but it could get more serious if aggravated.
“What’s your name?” he asked and pulled out a roll of gauze from the first-aid kit.
The other looked at him, “Kuraki Satoru. What are you doing with that?”
“…I remind you again…do NOT move…you might not just endanger your friend but also yourself…I’ll try to minimize that danger for the time being…” he wrapped the gauze around the leg and the metal, trying to decrease the blood flow and also to fix it in place until the rescue workers could cut it out and he had enough equipment to stop the inevitable blood-flow and treat the wound.
The other males were trapped behind their seats so he couldn’t do anything for them for the time being. So he moved on, looking for anything he could do with his limited resources.
Kitayama looked up to the sky when he heard the helicopter. Ever since Aizawa had come back into his life he had the feeling that he was seeing it and the inside of hospitals far too often. Well, it was a small price to pay he guessed…for some happiness. He almost laughed when he saw the surprised faces of Shiraishi and Fujisawa when they saw him by the tarp in between the medics. He jerked his thumb towards the wreck, where fire-fighters were working on freeing the people. “I hope you brought stuff for him to work with…he’s bound to get frustrated in there pretty soon…with nothing but some gauze, a few forceps and two scalpels…”
A few hours later, Kitayama stretched in the hallway of the hospital and looked at Aizawa, who was kind of dirty and his clothes were ripped here and there. “…I guess bathtub ‘onsen’ it is for us…” he chuckled dryly, “…better luck with a trip next time…”
“I wouldn’t push our luck if I were you…” Aizawa sighed and popped his neck. “Bathtub sounds good though…” He looked down at the other male.
Kitayama laughed softly, “Well we could also go to a spa in the city…so that our little holiday won’t be completely ruined…nature will just have to wait then…plus, I’m sure the people at the spa know to give a massage better than I do and really...”
“If you say so…”
They were walking out towards the parking lot when they heard a small commotion in the hallway adjacent to the one where they had been. Aizawa recognized the youths from the bus.
“So you and Icchi will stay here for the night?”
“Looks like it, Ren. I just hope this doesn’t put me off work for too long…you lucky bastard with just a few cuts that needed stitches…” Kuraki sighed. “I’m really glad Icchi’s skull turned out to be thick enough for it to not be anything too serious though…” Then he noticed Aizawa and Kitayama. “Oh hey, that’s the sensei who found and treated us in the bus…! Hey, you really look like a sensei now!”
Aizawa snorted, “Is that so?”
Kuraki grinned, “Well…just…thank you very much…” He bowed as well as he could on crutches. “If you hadn’t been there, I guess I could’ve lost my leg or worse…”
“Well that’s my job…” Aizawa replied, “And it’s also my job to tell you to be quiet and get some rest if you want to recover quickly…and you should let your friends go as well…so that they can do the same. The day couldn’t have been easy on all of you.”
“You can say that…damn it, I hope we’ll get some of the money from the trip back…so I can use it for the next one to make up for this….”
They let the youths talk and continued their way then. Aizawa sighed, “That’s spirit…to talk about going on a trip again right after something like this happened…”
Kitayama chuckled softly, “Really? Think it’s just the right remedy… and I know you’re just going to say again that you’re allergic to trips or that you’ve got a curse on you that makes every trip you go on inevitable go bad at some point or in one way or the other… I don’t believe in stuff like that and I didn’t think you out of all people would…so please prepare yourself for scientifically proving yourself wrong… because I am going to get you onto another trip sooner or later…”
Aizawa wondered idly, why Kitayama could get away with such an attitude towards him and not rouse any feelings of annoyance - contrary to his colleagues most of the time. Instead, the other’s words just made him smile a little. “…I’ll look forward to that then…”
“Well, let’s look forward to the spa for now…come on, go change, Aizawa-sensei… I want Kousaku out here in ten!” Kitayama nudged the other towards the locker room.
“Kousaku, huh?” Aizawa snorted softly and went to change.
They were both tired by the time they reached the spa and fell asleep while getting their massage, much to the delight of the masseuses, who giggled about finally getting something nice to work with that day - and of course they thoroughly inspected the soccer and work toned bodies of the two males who were completely at their mercy.
After their refreshing nap, they had dinner at a restaurant to round off the day. “Maybe next time I should just take you further away…outside Japan…maybe you’re just allergic to domestic travel.”
“That so?” Aizawa smirked around his wineglass.
“Won’t know until we try, Kousaku…”
“You’re seeing that as a personal challenge, aren’t you, Hiromitsu?” he raised an eyebrow.
Kitayama clunked his glass against the other’s, “Life would be boring without challenges…isn’t that would you’re always saying?”
“You know me too well…”
The other showed him later on that he indeed knew him very well, all of him and not just his psyche but his body as well and Aizawa didn’t complain about falling asleep in bed in the early hours of morning with thoughts of Kitayama’s face, cheeks flushed slightly and eyes clouded over with lust instead of the wounded people inside the bus wreckage.
Nothing seems to affect him usually but he knows that Kitayama has been able to look past the ‘stone face’ for a long time now. There is no way that accident sites will leave any human being unaffected and Aizawa is no exception. He hides it from everyone else, tries to deal with it in his own way. The only reason he doesn’t dream about it is because he’s usually too tired to dream about anything…but on some nights, he does re-live some things. Failures push him forward but it doesn’t mean that they leave him the moment they’ve been classified as such. The first few are always the worst but then people get ‘used to it’… but a doctor never forgets every single patient he wasn’t able to save. Feeling a life slip away from underneath your fingers is a surreal feeling. To balance it out, he needs to find comfort in something that is, someone who is real and who is alive…someone who’s not smeared with blood and lying on a stretcher…someone who doesn’t want to be saved by him but someone who can save him in return.
He pulls the other’s smaller body against his as they lie on their sides and wishes that things would stay just like this for a long time to come.
To be continued...
End Notes: Had another inspiration... and uhm...I'll push up all the excitement from the...uh maybe 2-3 readers here that part 6 is already on the way... cannot promise when I'll get it done though because I have an important exam coming up on June 3rd...but yes, stay tuned~
It's also really funny to talk to my mother about some stuff I'm throwing in randomly. After all...if Aizawa were a real person and working at the university hospital in my hometown instead of at the fictional Shohoku...he'd be working where my mother works (ICU for Neurology)... the hospital also has the only heli-port in the inner city... (and they're constructing a new one right now to make the time from the heli to the ER shorter...*chaos*) ahahaha~ ok random.
Oh and uhm...tell me if you do or don't mind the random cameos? XD *waves* Til next time~
Fandom: Kis-my-Ft2, NEWS, Code Blue
Pairings: Aizawa Kousaku x Kitayama Hiromitsu
Rating: PG-15 (nothing too explicit but allusions to it)
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, allusions.
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine but are real, living people. Their asses are most probably owned by JE. The universe is based on the drama "Code Blue" (both seasons).
Dedicated to: talisa_ahn ♥
Author Notes: Based on a couple of drabbles I posted at je100 for the AU challenge HERE. The title for the fic series is also stolen from the drabbles.
Previous Parts:
Code One
Code Two
Code Three
Code Four
Aizawa sighed and contemplated whether or not he was allergic to trips that went further than the elderly home where his grandmother lived. Back at school, something had always happened on all the trips his classes had gone on. In elementary school it had been something trivial like people getting lost and the whole group getting stuck somewhere until everyone had been found. Or their teacher taking a wrong path and the group ended up wandering around for hours and hours until they finally found back to their bus at sundown.
Then in middle and high school it had been the bus breaking down, the hostel or hotel closing down or the places they wanted to visit being closed due to maintenance or due to some holiday the school had overlooked when it had planned the trips. Once the trip had been cancelled due to an earthquake and the region they had been planning to go to becoming inaccessible.
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Kitayama and him had decided to escape the bustling city for a couple of days during a string of free consecutive days off for them both, something that almost never happened. They had gotten a car from one of Kitayama’s mother’s friends (it was borrowed…but the old man really didn’t drive it that often anymore so he had said he probably wouldn’t want or need it back) and had headed out of town after Aizawa’s last nightshift.
Kitayama had been driving for the first few kilometers, allowing Aizawa to catch up on some sleep in the passenger seat. And then they had gotten stuck in a traffic jam. So Kitayama had opted to take a detour via a small town, where they had had lunch and rested for a bit before Aizawa had taken over the steering wheel. The traffic jam still wasn’t gone though and it didn’t look like it would be soon.
“It’s weird for this time of the year…” Kitayama muttered and turned on the radio, searching for the right frequency. Before he could find it though there was an ear deafening crash on the lane next to them and all the cars jerked forward violently. Apparently something had hit the end of the traffic jam… most likely someone who hadn’t heard of the great invention called ‘brakes’ yet. Of course though that wasn’t the only thing that happened and Aizawa cursed his luck once more. There was a bus right behind the car that had rear-ended the traffic jam. The driver seemed to have lost control over his vehicle and it swerved off the road. Kitayama and Aizawa watched in horror when the bus rammed a couple of trees by the roadside with its long side and then proceeded to fall over. Then everything went silent for a few seemingly long moments.
Yes, he was definitely allergic to trips out of town.
Aizawa didn’t hesitate for long once he was out of his state of shock - he could recover faster from witnessing such a scene after all. He maneuvered their car to the side-strip and then jumped out, grabbing the first-aid kit and some of the stuff he’d still had on him from work (scalpels and forceps, he’d been meaning to practice something at home). Kitayama stayed behind and dialed the emergency number. Once he’d done that he grabbed the tool kit for changing tires and followed Aizawa over to the bus. There was smoke coming from the rear end.
“How is it?” he asked when he approached his friend.
“The people inside are still alive…they answered me when I called out…but there’s no place to get them out from…” Aizawa frowned unhappily. It was his first time arriving at the scene first, before the rescuers and fire fighters had secured it.
Kitayama looked at the wreck and pulled out the iron cross-bar. “We could try and break the front window…or at least unhook it and get it off…but…you know I think it’s better to wait for the experts to get here…I know you’re anxious to get to the people inside but…you shouldn’t put yourself in danger…or you won’t be of much use to them anymore…”
He knew Aizawa was contemplating taking the cross-bar and doing what he had just suggested but Kitayama also knew that the other knew that what he had said was true. Suddenly though, someone from inside the bus seemed to be kicking the broken front window - it didn’t shatter because it was made of the special shatter-proof glass. They moved aside as not to be hit by anything that could come flying their way. Kitayama put the toolkit aside and spread out the tarp before walking up to the street to look out for the fire engine or an ambulance or anything coming their way. He moved their car onto the grovel path next to the side lane to avoid it being in the way.
When he returned to the bus, the front window had come apart partially already and after a few more kicks, two men stumbled out. They were bleeding and one of them was holding his arm that looked twisted in an awkward manner.
“What’s the situation in the bus? Are there any seriously injured people? I’m an emergency doctor, please tell me…” Aizawa didn’t lose any time.
One of the men, the one with the probably broken arm, shook his head, “I…I don’t know…I’m the driver…I was sitting here at the very front…I haven’t…I haven’t looked at the back…I just wanted to get everyone out of here as soon as possible…!”
“My friend is trapped in his seat…someone fell onto him and they’re not moving…” the other man explained, “I don’t know about the rest…I just…I moved and when I saw the driver trying to kick in the window I knew I had to help him…there are a couple of families with children in there…and a few elderly people…I heard screams when we went off the road…” He started to shake and babble. With a glance at Aizawa, Kitayama took the man aside and sat him down on a corner of the tarp, talking to him and trying to calm him down again. Sure, Kitayama didn’t have as much experience with this as Aizawa and he wasn’t somebody who worked in this kind of job but he knew how to talk to people, how to make them feel at ease again, reassuring them. It was all he could do right now. And he’d be damned if he didn’t do anything at all.
In the meantime, Aizawa was climbing through the opening in the bus, “We’ve made an opening in the bus…those of you who can move on their own and get out of their seats right now, please do so… I am a doctor…I can give you first-aid treatment until the ambulances arrive…”
It smelled burned and of blood and burned flesh. He recognized the smells…he could tell them apart by now after encountering them again and again. They had stopped being disgusting for him by now, just like the smell that wafted through the emergency room whenever he or Saijo-sensei used the bipolar to stop any bleeding in the brain. Some of the other interns still seemed to have trouble with it…just like some people still cringed whenever they saw a particularly bad wound. Aizawa wouldn’t let things like that impede his diagnosis and treatment though.
“God…this is worse than our graduation trip people…did Saruwatari curse us with bad travel luck or what? Hey…Icchi…? Oi, Icchi stay with me!”
“What’s wrong with Icchi? Kura? What’s going on??”
Aizawa approached the group of young males on the side. He had overheard the other’s comment about a bad graduation trip and hadn’t been able to stop himself from sympathizing a little with that. Upon arriving in front of the group of chairs, his eyes noticed one thing immediately. One of the males was slumped over his friend awkwardly, apparently unconscious, “Don’t move him!” He instructed the other youth and checked the male for head injuries.
“Can you move?” he asked the other after checking the pairs’ positions.
“I think my foot’s tangled up in the seatbelt or something…so I’m afraid that’s a no….what’s wrong with Icchi, sensei?” the other asked in a thick Kansai dialect.
“Your friend hit his head…I cannot tell with the light in here and without any equipment…for the moment I ask you not to move his head too much…the ambulance and rescue workers should be here soon so then we’ll be able to move and treat him…” he tried to see whether or not the other male was really just tangled up or really injured. Aizawa noticed a big bag behind the other male which seemed to have buffered the impact for him. “That bag might’ve saved your life…”
“True that…and Icchi here was complaining about me taking it along… I still say it’s better than Honjo’s lucky pillow…” he laughed at one of the chairs on one side behind which Aizawa could locate a bright blond shock of hair. To his dismay, he also found that a piece of metal had dug itself into the male’s leg. It wasn’t bleeding profusely yet because the metal was sealing the wound but it could get more serious if aggravated.
“What’s your name?” he asked and pulled out a roll of gauze from the first-aid kit.
The other looked at him, “Kuraki Satoru. What are you doing with that?”
“…I remind you again…do NOT move…you might not just endanger your friend but also yourself…I’ll try to minimize that danger for the time being…” he wrapped the gauze around the leg and the metal, trying to decrease the blood flow and also to fix it in place until the rescue workers could cut it out and he had enough equipment to stop the inevitable blood-flow and treat the wound.
The other males were trapped behind their seats so he couldn’t do anything for them for the time being. So he moved on, looking for anything he could do with his limited resources.
Kitayama looked up to the sky when he heard the helicopter. Ever since Aizawa had come back into his life he had the feeling that he was seeing it and the inside of hospitals far too often. Well, it was a small price to pay he guessed…for some happiness. He almost laughed when he saw the surprised faces of Shiraishi and Fujisawa when they saw him by the tarp in between the medics. He jerked his thumb towards the wreck, where fire-fighters were working on freeing the people. “I hope you brought stuff for him to work with…he’s bound to get frustrated in there pretty soon…with nothing but some gauze, a few forceps and two scalpels…”
A few hours later, Kitayama stretched in the hallway of the hospital and looked at Aizawa, who was kind of dirty and his clothes were ripped here and there. “…I guess bathtub ‘onsen’ it is for us…” he chuckled dryly, “…better luck with a trip next time…”
“I wouldn’t push our luck if I were you…” Aizawa sighed and popped his neck. “Bathtub sounds good though…” He looked down at the other male.
Kitayama laughed softly, “Well we could also go to a spa in the city…so that our little holiday won’t be completely ruined…nature will just have to wait then…plus, I’m sure the people at the spa know to give a massage better than I do and really...”
“If you say so…”
They were walking out towards the parking lot when they heard a small commotion in the hallway adjacent to the one where they had been. Aizawa recognized the youths from the bus.
“So you and Icchi will stay here for the night?”
“Looks like it, Ren. I just hope this doesn’t put me off work for too long…you lucky bastard with just a few cuts that needed stitches…” Kuraki sighed. “I’m really glad Icchi’s skull turned out to be thick enough for it to not be anything too serious though…” Then he noticed Aizawa and Kitayama. “Oh hey, that’s the sensei who found and treated us in the bus…! Hey, you really look like a sensei now!”
Aizawa snorted, “Is that so?”
Kuraki grinned, “Well…just…thank you very much…” He bowed as well as he could on crutches. “If you hadn’t been there, I guess I could’ve lost my leg or worse…”
“Well that’s my job…” Aizawa replied, “And it’s also my job to tell you to be quiet and get some rest if you want to recover quickly…and you should let your friends go as well…so that they can do the same. The day couldn’t have been easy on all of you.”
“You can say that…damn it, I hope we’ll get some of the money from the trip back…so I can use it for the next one to make up for this….”
They let the youths talk and continued their way then. Aizawa sighed, “That’s spirit…to talk about going on a trip again right after something like this happened…”
Kitayama chuckled softly, “Really? Think it’s just the right remedy… and I know you’re just going to say again that you’re allergic to trips or that you’ve got a curse on you that makes every trip you go on inevitable go bad at some point or in one way or the other… I don’t believe in stuff like that and I didn’t think you out of all people would…so please prepare yourself for scientifically proving yourself wrong… because I am going to get you onto another trip sooner or later…”
Aizawa wondered idly, why Kitayama could get away with such an attitude towards him and not rouse any feelings of annoyance - contrary to his colleagues most of the time. Instead, the other’s words just made him smile a little. “…I’ll look forward to that then…”
“Well, let’s look forward to the spa for now…come on, go change, Aizawa-sensei… I want Kousaku out here in ten!” Kitayama nudged the other towards the locker room.
“Kousaku, huh?” Aizawa snorted softly and went to change.
They were both tired by the time they reached the spa and fell asleep while getting their massage, much to the delight of the masseuses, who giggled about finally getting something nice to work with that day - and of course they thoroughly inspected the soccer and work toned bodies of the two males who were completely at their mercy.
After their refreshing nap, they had dinner at a restaurant to round off the day. “Maybe next time I should just take you further away…outside Japan…maybe you’re just allergic to domestic travel.”
“That so?” Aizawa smirked around his wineglass.
“Won’t know until we try, Kousaku…”
“You’re seeing that as a personal challenge, aren’t you, Hiromitsu?” he raised an eyebrow.
Kitayama clunked his glass against the other’s, “Life would be boring without challenges…isn’t that would you’re always saying?”
“You know me too well…”
The other showed him later on that he indeed knew him very well, all of him and not just his psyche but his body as well and Aizawa didn’t complain about falling asleep in bed in the early hours of morning with thoughts of Kitayama’s face, cheeks flushed slightly and eyes clouded over with lust instead of the wounded people inside the bus wreckage.
Nothing seems to affect him usually but he knows that Kitayama has been able to look past the ‘stone face’ for a long time now. There is no way that accident sites will leave any human being unaffected and Aizawa is no exception. He hides it from everyone else, tries to deal with it in his own way. The only reason he doesn’t dream about it is because he’s usually too tired to dream about anything…but on some nights, he does re-live some things. Failures push him forward but it doesn’t mean that they leave him the moment they’ve been classified as such. The first few are always the worst but then people get ‘used to it’… but a doctor never forgets every single patient he wasn’t able to save. Feeling a life slip away from underneath your fingers is a surreal feeling. To balance it out, he needs to find comfort in something that is, someone who is real and who is alive…someone who’s not smeared with blood and lying on a stretcher…someone who doesn’t want to be saved by him but someone who can save him in return.
He pulls the other’s smaller body against his as they lie on their sides and wishes that things would stay just like this for a long time to come.
To be continued...
End Notes: Had another inspiration... and uhm...I'll push up all the excitement from the...uh maybe 2-3 readers here that part 6 is already on the way... cannot promise when I'll get it done though because I have an important exam coming up on June 3rd...but yes, stay tuned~
It's also really funny to talk to my mother about some stuff I'm throwing in randomly. After all...if Aizawa were a real person and working at the university hospital in my hometown instead of at the fictional Shohoku...he'd be working where my mother works (ICU for Neurology)... the hospital also has the only heli-port in the inner city... (and they're constructing a new one right now to make the time from the heli to the ER shorter...*chaos*) ahahaha~ ok random.
Oh and uhm...tell me if you do or don't mind the random cameos? XD *waves* Til next time~