Drabble | Behind Blue Eyes | Requested
Title: Behind blue eyes
Author:
kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by:
lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for:
bellemelody
Author comments: Inspirited by song Behind blue eyes! by Limp Bizkit ft. Halle Berry
It was an accident, of course it was. But that doesn’t mean that Kazuya isn’t holding a pack of frozen green peas to his face while he sits in a walk-in clinic, pain throbbing through his cheek and into his skull insistently. It doesn’t mean that Jin isn’t sitting next to him, a burning blush of shame warring with pallor of sickness on his face. “I’m so sorry, you have no idea how much.”
Kazuya closes his eyes and lets the irritation that flows through him run its course before looking over at the other man, one eye piercing while the other is swollen shut. “Shut up, Jin. I know.” His voice comes out in a snap, and the flinch it brings makes the entire anger stream out of Kazuya, leaving behind only exhaustion and pain. “I’m sorry, Jin. I honestly don’t blame you, okay?”
Even as Jin nods, lips pressed tightly together and knuckles whitened from his hold on his knees, Kazuya can see the disbelief, the self-recrimination. “Jin,” Kazuya says softly, “please look at me.” Jin turns a little, but his eyes don’t leave him lap, as though he is afraid to tear their gaze away. “Please?”
Finally, and with an intense hesitation, Jin’s neck swivels and his eyes, bloodshot and hard, meet Kazuya’s eye. “What?” he asks roughly.
Kazuya licks his lips and his eyebrows pinch together in sympathy. “You can’t blame yourself like this. If it was anyone’s fault, it was my own.”
Jin’s hands tighten even more on his knees and he hisses at the motion, right hand instantly loosening its grasp. Blood is spreading beneath his skin on his knuckles, bright and splotchy as it pools. “That doesn’t matter,” Jin says, “I was the one who swung without looking, who did that.” He points at Kazuya’s face, at the thick swelling under the cool pack, and runs his uninjured left hand over his hair.
Kazuya is at loss for words; as much as he would like to assure Jin again and again how much he shouldn’t blame himself, Kazuya knows that the other man won’t listen. Not right now, when it is so fresh and bright in his mind and memory.
“Kamenashi Kazuya?”
Kazuya and Jin’s heads shoot up at the question, and they stand, Jin holding on to Kazuya’s upper arm as they move, to follow the nurse into the small room. She indicates a table covered with white tissue paper for Kazuya to sit on.
“Doctor Midorigawa will be in soon,” she says and leaves, closing the door behind her. The small room, walls covered in diagrams, a calendar, several bookshelves with supplies, and one anatomical model, seem to loom over them. Kazuya can only see the top of Jin’s head as the man sits slumped in a chair and he wishes he could move to him, hold him close and tell him that this won’t change anything, won’t change how he feels. The door opens with the slightest of creaks and Kazuya looks over to see an older woman, maybe in her late fifties, stepping through. Her hair is brown with many grey streaks and her face shows many years of large laughs and days in the sun, she looks like someone that Kazuya would like to know outside of a professional capacity.
“Hello,” she says in greeting. “What can I help you with today?”
Kazuya nods his own greeting and reluctantly pulls the bag of frozen peas from his face, turning his left eye toward her so she can see clearly. “I just wanted to get this checked out. See if I might need x-rays.”
The doctor moves in, eyes intent on Kazuya face, and takes in the swelling and fresh bruise. “What happened here?”
Kazuya shoots a quick glance at Jin and says, “I was struck in the eye about two hours ago.”
Doctor Midorigawa raises one brow even as she reaches one hand up to gently probe his injured flesh. “With what?”
“A hand,” Kazuya says awkwardly, watching as Jin’s shoulders slump just a little further.
“So you were punched. Don’t mince your words, be blunt.”
At the doctor’s no-nonsense tone, Kazuya finds himself nodding. “Yes. I was punched.”
“Hmm,” Dr. Midorigawa hums. “It doesn’t look like anything is broken, but this can be tricky. Can you still see out of the eye?”
Kazuya’s vision is watery and blurry at best, but that is probably because of the swelling. “Sort of. Everything is a bit blurry.”
“Understandable,” the doctor says. “Now, I really must ask, was this domestic violence? The hit was obviously quite hard to do this sort of damage.”
Kazuya is shaking his head before she has finished speaking. “No. It was a complete accident, I assure you.”
Dr. Midorigawa’s eyes flash to Jin, who has been silent since she entered the room, and to the hand that he has cradled in his lap. “Okay,” she says hesitantly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, you really don’t have to worry.”
She looks at Kazuya intensely for a moment, eyes searching his face for something, but then seems to accept his answer. “Alright then. Since I can’t tell for sure if there is any damage to the bone, I’m going to send you for an x-ray. Just give me a minute and I’ll have a requisition.”
She stands and leaves in a twirl of loose professional clothes and comfortable runners, the door coming closed behind her. Kazuya instantly hops off of the examination table and comes to stand before Jin, hands reaching down to push the man’s shoulders back so that he is sitting straight. Kazuya then gently sits himself down in Jin’s lap, bum settled on one of Jin’s heavily muscled thighs, and wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace. “I love you,” he says, voice muffled by Jin’s shirt.
Jin reacts immediately, wrapping his own arms around Kazuya in turn and chest hitching. “I’m sorry. I love you, too. It’ll never happen again, not on accident or on purpose.”
“Aw, Jin,” Kazuya sighs, “I’ve never worried about you hurting me. I won’t start now, certainly not because of this. Okay?” he says and Jin nods, cheek brushing against Kazuya’s soft hair, and he presses a kiss into the side of Kazuya’s head, careful not to put any pressure on his left side.
Doctor Midorigawa finds them like that mere seconds later when she walks back in the door, requisition form firmly in hand.
THE END
Author:
kyu_x
Pairing: Akame
Beta by:
lovekame02
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Written for:
bellemelody
Author comments: Inspirited by song Behind blue eyes! by Limp Bizkit ft. Halle Berry
It was an accident, of course it was. But that doesn’t mean that Kazuya isn’t holding a pack of frozen green peas to his face while he sits in a walk-in clinic, pain throbbing through his cheek and into his skull insistently. It doesn’t mean that Jin isn’t sitting next to him, a burning blush of shame warring with pallor of sickness on his face. “I’m so sorry, you have no idea how much.”
Kazuya closes his eyes and lets the irritation that flows through him run its course before looking over at the other man, one eye piercing while the other is swollen shut. “Shut up, Jin. I know.” His voice comes out in a snap, and the flinch it brings makes the entire anger stream out of Kazuya, leaving behind only exhaustion and pain. “I’m sorry, Jin. I honestly don’t blame you, okay?”
Even as Jin nods, lips pressed tightly together and knuckles whitened from his hold on his knees, Kazuya can see the disbelief, the self-recrimination. “Jin,” Kazuya says softly, “please look at me.” Jin turns a little, but his eyes don’t leave him lap, as though he is afraid to tear their gaze away. “Please?”
Finally, and with an intense hesitation, Jin’s neck swivels and his eyes, bloodshot and hard, meet Kazuya’s eye. “What?” he asks roughly.
Kazuya licks his lips and his eyebrows pinch together in sympathy. “You can’t blame yourself like this. If it was anyone’s fault, it was my own.”
Jin’s hands tighten even more on his knees and he hisses at the motion, right hand instantly loosening its grasp. Blood is spreading beneath his skin on his knuckles, bright and splotchy as it pools. “That doesn’t matter,” Jin says, “I was the one who swung without looking, who did that.” He points at Kazuya’s face, at the thick swelling under the cool pack, and runs his uninjured left hand over his hair.
Kazuya is at loss for words; as much as he would like to assure Jin again and again how much he shouldn’t blame himself, Kazuya knows that the other man won’t listen. Not right now, when it is so fresh and bright in his mind and memory.
“Kamenashi Kazuya?”
Kazuya and Jin’s heads shoot up at the question, and they stand, Jin holding on to Kazuya’s upper arm as they move, to follow the nurse into the small room. She indicates a table covered with white tissue paper for Kazuya to sit on.
“Doctor Midorigawa will be in soon,” she says and leaves, closing the door behind her. The small room, walls covered in diagrams, a calendar, several bookshelves with supplies, and one anatomical model, seem to loom over them. Kazuya can only see the top of Jin’s head as the man sits slumped in a chair and he wishes he could move to him, hold him close and tell him that this won’t change anything, won’t change how he feels. The door opens with the slightest of creaks and Kazuya looks over to see an older woman, maybe in her late fifties, stepping through. Her hair is brown with many grey streaks and her face shows many years of large laughs and days in the sun, she looks like someone that Kazuya would like to know outside of a professional capacity.
“Hello,” she says in greeting. “What can I help you with today?”
Kazuya nods his own greeting and reluctantly pulls the bag of frozen peas from his face, turning his left eye toward her so she can see clearly. “I just wanted to get this checked out. See if I might need x-rays.”
The doctor moves in, eyes intent on Kazuya face, and takes in the swelling and fresh bruise. “What happened here?”
Kazuya shoots a quick glance at Jin and says, “I was struck in the eye about two hours ago.”
Doctor Midorigawa raises one brow even as she reaches one hand up to gently probe his injured flesh. “With what?”
“A hand,” Kazuya says awkwardly, watching as Jin’s shoulders slump just a little further.
“So you were punched. Don’t mince your words, be blunt.”
At the doctor’s no-nonsense tone, Kazuya finds himself nodding. “Yes. I was punched.”
“Hmm,” Dr. Midorigawa hums. “It doesn’t look like anything is broken, but this can be tricky. Can you still see out of the eye?”
Kazuya’s vision is watery and blurry at best, but that is probably because of the swelling. “Sort of. Everything is a bit blurry.”
“Understandable,” the doctor says. “Now, I really must ask, was this domestic violence? The hit was obviously quite hard to do this sort of damage.”
Kazuya is shaking his head before she has finished speaking. “No. It was a complete accident, I assure you.”
Dr. Midorigawa’s eyes flash to Jin, who has been silent since she entered the room, and to the hand that he has cradled in his lap. “Okay,” she says hesitantly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, you really don’t have to worry.”
She looks at Kazuya intensely for a moment, eyes searching his face for something, but then seems to accept his answer. “Alright then. Since I can’t tell for sure if there is any damage to the bone, I’m going to send you for an x-ray. Just give me a minute and I’ll have a requisition.”
She stands and leaves in a twirl of loose professional clothes and comfortable runners, the door coming closed behind her. Kazuya instantly hops off of the examination table and comes to stand before Jin, hands reaching down to push the man’s shoulders back so that he is sitting straight. Kazuya then gently sits himself down in Jin’s lap, bum settled on one of Jin’s heavily muscled thighs, and wraps his arms around him in a tight embrace. “I love you,” he says, voice muffled by Jin’s shirt.
Jin reacts immediately, wrapping his own arms around Kazuya in turn and chest hitching. “I’m sorry. I love you, too. It’ll never happen again, not on accident or on purpose.”
“Aw, Jin,” Kazuya sighs, “I’ve never worried about you hurting me. I won’t start now, certainly not because of this. Okay?” he says and Jin nods, cheek brushing against Kazuya’s soft hair, and he presses a kiss into the side of Kazuya’s head, careful not to put any pressure on his left side.
Doctor Midorigawa finds them like that mere seconds later when she walks back in the door, requisition form firmly in hand.
THE END