andsuddenlydynamite | (no subject)

"If you are looking for a sufficient answer to the first question you might have to delay your rescue a bit. Might I suggest you just ask him that yourself?"

Honestly, he neither felt like making up lies at the moment nor like explaining the truth nobody would believe in.
His father seemed about to make another move to try and talk, so Ryuutaro cut him off again, his smile growing wider while his eyes remained dead serious.

"I'll gladly reply to your second question though. My name is Ryuutaro Fukami and I have the honour of calling him my boyfriend."
The fan snapped open in sync with the last word as he tilted his head. If Hayato's father already knew all damage had been done and Ryuutaro would not, under any circumstances, be ashamed of who he was and what they meant to each other.

Bianchi's eyes narrowed at the refusal to answer the first question. She didn't tolerate arrogance well, at least not when directed at her. However, the next statement completely switches her tone. Boyfriend? Sure, she had a feeling her brother might lean that way... but for him to actually find love? Her expression soften into a smile, and she took a pair of sun glasses from her pocket and put them on before turning to the door. She knew what this was about now at least, and she was more than happy to step in on her brother's behalf.

She peered back over her shoulder at Ryuutaro for a moment, "I would like to talk to you two about this further once this incident is ov-"

Just then there's the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, followed by a cry from Hayato. Bianchi's face went pale and she burst into the room. Hayato was on the floor holding a wound on his stomach, which was bleeding rapidly. He also was sporting a cut to his forehead where he had been struck with the butt of his father's gun, and a swollen cheek and bloody lip from taking a hit to the face. He shakily pulled his hand back to look at the blood in horror. Then looked up at his father looking shocked and crushed at the same time. Was he really that horrible of a person?

Bianchi quickly rushed to her brother's side and pressed his hand back against the injury, muttering to him in Italian to try and keep him calm. Hayato still kept his focus on his father, who didn't have so much as a scratch on him. While Hayato could have easily defended himself, he didn't even so much as draw his weapon against him.

After a mere moment that seemed like an eternity, Hayato's father finally spoke up, in Japanese to make sure all in room understood, "If that thing makes it through this, inform it that it is no longer any son of mine!" And with that he spat at Hayato's feet and stormed off.

Bianchi had half a mind to go after him, as she was clearly irate, but making sure Hayato was okay took priority. Hayato on the other hand seemed heartbroken and on the verge of tears... he... was being disowned? His head started to spin, and everything just seemed to hurt. The last thing he though before he blacked out if those were going to be the last words he would hear in his lifetime.

Ryuutaro couldn't fully tell up from down anymore. Somewhere along these events that happened way too fast and way too slow at the same time he heard himself screaming, but he couldn't fully estimate how loud or quiet it had been.
In a way it was worse than the first time he'd seen Hayato with a dangerous injury. Because this time he might have been able to do something. Why did he listen? He will still as selfish as always. He should never, never have left this room.
As Hayato's father stormed off he could feel the rush of air next to him and Ryuutaro knew he had never hated more in his entire life.
A second later, as his legs finally started to shake Ryuutaro rushed into the room himself, falling on his knees next to Hayato. He could feel his blood on his skin, again. If he lost him again, if that ever happened, Ryuutaro had a feeling that he would have to learn how to hurt and kill.
What was he even doing? He was letting Hayato be bloodied again and again, because of him, because of him. When had he gotten this weak that he couldn't even protect what meant most to him?

His own father stepped closer and somewhere through the mist in his mind Ryuutaro could hear himself shouting at him to get help and for once, for once do the right thing. He doesn't even notice anymore that his father actually leaves.
Ryuutaro doesn't notice much, except for Hayato. This felt and looked way too much like the time Hayato had died and fear was rushing through every bit of Ryuutaro's body and mind.
"...you're better than that... better than any of them... better than any piece of this world... so ... please..."

Bianchi was quick to peel off Hayato's shirt and press the fabric to the wound, to further halt the bleeding. She looked it over, concerned, but a bit relieved, "It didn't his anything vital."

Lightly she roused her brother enough to get him to hold it there, then fished around in her pocket for her cell phone. She was only on it for a few moments before having to pause the call to look at Ryuutaro.

"Fukami-kun, where are you and your father staying? I have a doctor but we need to get Hayato out of here now."

'And'? For the blink of an eye he looked disgusted.
"I'm not staying with him!"

Then the seriousness of this hits him and he was one step short from actually cursing under his breath.

"Hayato and I don't have a place to stay on this island..."
That much for a safe place to get to... Well, it wasn't like they had planned to even visit this horrible place.

"Then might I suggest you find out where he is staying?" Her tone was mildly annoyed at the time he was wasting on this. She huffed and moved to pick up her brother, one arm under the bend in his knees, the other on his back cell phone still in hand. He was mostly limp, the only sign that he was at least somewhat conscious was the wince on his face as he tried to bite back the pain.

"I'm going to prepare a ride for you to get there, but I need to know where it is."

Ryuutaro absolutely hated to have to do this Have to talk to his father, have to leave Hayato. It was the most frightening thought.
But he saw that is was necessary and that only made it worse.

So he all but rushed out of the room, his steps like more gunfire on the floor of the hallway as he caught his father just to get the address out of him. Because as far as Ryuutaro was concerned his father had absolutely no say in whether or not Hayato got brought there. He didn't like the thought, but everything was better than here.

So soon after he returned and at least could tell Bianchi the where in short words. He hated how she had talked to him, but right now he had no time to be nitpicky.

Bianchi nodded and shifted Hayato so that he could repeat the address to the man on the phone, then spewed out something that sounded like a venomous threat, then took off down the stairs and outside. She quickly laid Hayato down into the back of one of the cars, and grabbed the attention of one of the drivers... by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, threatening his life and telling him where to drive. The driver nodded and scrambled into the driver's seat of the car to avoid Bianchi's wrath, while the woman turned to Ryuutaro.

Her demeanor instantly shifted from irritable and in control, to fearful, worried, and desperate. She placed her hands on Ryuutaro's shoulders as she spoke.

"The Doctor is going to meet you in front of the building, his name is Shamal. He may not look like much but he's been our family doctor our whole lives. Make sure to keep pressure on the injury to slow the bleeding as much as you can, and please take good care of my brother."

And with that she lets him go to get in the car with Hayato.

Ryuutaro hated that she touched him, but he was much too shaken himself to back away. It seemed like too much wasted effort for this moment. He nods, his breathing still shaky form the panic.
"I will not let him go."
It could mean various things, but Ryuutaro just couldn't think about anything but the fact that he would not let him die again. It was something he kept repeating in his head over and over and it was the only thing that kept him from crying as he stumbled inside of the car.
Placing his hands anywhere close to the injury was a horrible feeling... Hayato's blood on his fingers.. like in the vision... like in reality... He had to struggle to keep his breathing slow enough, but he could do this.
He was not letting him go ever again. This world could not have him, neither living nor dead.
"...you're better... so don't... don't even think about letting them get you... Hayato..."

Gokudera didn't respond, only vaguely aware that the words were being spoken, and to him, but he heard them. It took a few minutes to process, and he couldn't even think clearly enough to register who said them... but he kept breathing. He was in pain, he was hurt pretty bad, but if he just kept breathing he would be fine. So his breaths kept coming, shaky from the pain but still steady and strong.

The driver rushed to the address, where a rather disheveled looking man pushed himself up off the front steps to help his dipshit of an apprentice... but he sobered up a bit when he say his condition. He opened the door and looked at the... boy... definitely boy... his chick-senses were definitely not tingling with this one, and then held his arms out to try and pull Hayato out of the car, "Hand him to me."

Ryuutaro's heart and mind were practically screaming at each other inside his head. His instincts told him to scream at every part of this filthy world, to keep Hayato to himself and never, never let any of these people get close to him again...

...but his mind knew that more than anything Hayato needed professional help. So he did as he was told, as careful as he could. His facial expression was a mixture of worry, anger and panic. This man should better be good at what he did or Ryuutaro would make him question all of his senses. Maybe he was weaker than anybody in this world, but he had trained battle hypnosis...
A thoughts process like this just further proved to himself how instable he was right now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He could deal with sanity later.

Shamal scooped Hayato up and let out a 'tsk' shaking his head, before muttering something have to Hayato and half to himself, "Gonna be the death of me if you keep gettin' banged up like this, kid."

He walked into the building, letting Ryuutaro lead him to the room and getting the men by the door to let them in. He lay Hayato down on the bed and removed the blood-soaked clothes to get a look at the wound. He let out a sigh and reached into the white overcoat for some tools, and a needle and a small vial of liquid. Inserting the needle into the vial to take in the liquid he then inserted it by the would and injected the contents into the injury. Soon after Hayato's face relaxed as he no longer felt the pain. Then he started working on the injury, sewing up the wound. Despite the stumble when he walked, his hands were steady and he was calm in his work... though he did look somewhat irritated.

"Hey kid, what's your blood type?" He spoke without looking up from his work, it wasn't really a vital thing either, but Hayato had lost a lot of blood. He would live, but it would just make his job easier.

Ryuutaro felt nauseous as he watched Shamal work, but he didn't care. He would not take his eyes of Hayato again for as long as they were in this place and if that meant he had to watch this, then he would.

The question seemed to bring his mind back from very far away, but he still answered relatively quickly.
"I'm blood-type A."
At that he realized that actually he didn't know what Hayato was. They had missed on filling each other in on so much random information... But then again, they had done everything the wrong way anyway.

Shamal sighed, "No good, Hayato's a B." He he casually kept working, "I'll hook him up to an IV once I'm done."

It doesn't take him too long before he mends what needs to be mended, and cleans what needs to be cleaned to prevent infection, before finally stitching up the injury. Then he rummaged through his coat to pull out the IV bag and tubes, then looked around for somewhere to hang it up.

"Kid, get me a clothes hanger would ya?"

Not even that. Not even his blood was a match for Hayato's. If possible it made Ryuutaro feel even worse right now.

At the request a lingering unsure yakuza member earned a fan to the face as he was send to get the requested item. Ryuutaro was surprised how natural ordering these men around came to him. At least it served to get the clothes hanger a lot faster than if Ryuutaro would have had to search for it, given he had never even been to this place before.
Ryuutaro handed it over to Shamal and a second later he had told the yakuza to just leave already. He could explain what was going on to them later.

Shamal had spent the few moments Ryuutaro took fetching the hanger to bandage up the injury. Then, snapping off the bloody gloves and throwing them away, he takes it and sets it up to hang off the bedpost with the IV bag.

After finishing up with the IV drip, he sat back in a nearby chair and let out a sigh. "That should do it for now. He'll wake up soon."

Ryuutaro nodded, finally feeling again that his hands and legs were shaking a bit.
"That's good..."
He didn't know what else to say, his brain didn't work exactly coherent. The flashbacks in his head were slowing down, but they weren't about to stop and it made the world seem like it was a bit farther away than it should be. Ryuutaro walked over to the bed, looking down at Hayato, his lips pressed together.
Why did such things always have to happen?

Shamal watched the strange boy as he stood by Hayato, obviously worried. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He wasn't even getting paid for this.

"He's gonna be fine. This isn't the first time I've been hauled in because he got shot in the gut, or beaten up, or stabbed, or blown up, or some combination of any of those for that matter. He's been through a lot worse, but he's too stubborn to die."

There. Comforting. Bianchi was going to owe him big time for this. He doesn't even know who this kid is... and heck, he's in a yakuza's room. That's going to kill his rep if anyone finds out.

Hayato stirred slightly in his sleep, not much, but it looked like he would wake up soon.

Ryuutaro couldn't hold back a sharp exhaling of breath as Shamal said the last phrase. He wished it was like that. How he wished it was. But he's seen him die. He knew it was possible, it could happen, from one moment to another. In a matter of minutes the person he loved could be erased from the world and he knew painfully well how it felt.

"I can say that I know. I know him longer than a few days. It does seem impossible to go without seeing him injured... I have seen every level of injury on him." Which was probably true... "And I have to say it does not make it feel any better."

"So how do you know him? You friends from school or somethin'? Don't remember seein' you when I was over in Japan." Granted that had been a while ago, but still. The kid hadn't been there for the ring battles and to his knowledge Hayato hadn't gotten into trouble like that since.

It was also curious as to why Hayato was in Italy again, but really, it was none of his business.

And again... Ryuutaro wondered how many times he would have to clear up the state of their relationship again. And how they met. This was going to be difficult.
He half-worried that this man would react badly, too. Hayato had just gotten shot because of them being together... But he still didn't feel like hiding anything. And besides, his father's men were all around and he was almost sure that if he asked them to, they might even shoot a person.

"No, we did not meet in school. I don't have much to do with the people he usually spends time with. We have nothing in common, so it is quite possible that you have never seen me around them."
And so much was even completely true.
"Also Hayato and I are not merely just friends."

Shamal raised his brows, seemingly more surprised that Gokudera had made friends outside the Vongola than of him having a boyfriend. He chuckled a bit, finding this new bit rather amusing, "Y'don't say? And here I was thinking he was fine just settled so deep in the closet he found Narnia."

Much like Bianchi, he figured Hayato might swing for the other team a while ago... which was why teasing Hayato about women was so entertaining. Now meeting the boyfriend... oh he couldn't wait for Hayato to wake up.

Ryuutaro had to admit he had no clue what Narnia even was, but he assumed it was not relevant anyway. In a situation like this he really couldn't be bothered with pop-culture explanations.
Half-heartedly he opened his fan and attempted a smirk.
"It appears that I was able to convince him otherwise."
And Hayato him. Ryuutaro really couldn't say he had been leaning towards boys before... or towards girls, for that matter.
Then again, he still didn't consider himself to be a specific sexuality at all. 'Homosexual', 'Bisexual', 'Heterosexual'... it were terms he could not really see himself fit with and ultimately it didn't matter.
He had Hayato, he didn't need anything else... and he was him. Being Ryuutaro defied all need for further clarification.

"Yeah, I can see that." And he snickered a bit pointing to the hickey. He was very aware what that implied they had done, but thinking back on his attempts to give him flirting lessons and simply couldn't believe that Hayato could ever manage to get any. the boy was too much of a bumbling klutz to get that far.

Yeah, alright he just had to get Hayato up now, so many things he wanted to say to him. Shamal pushed himself up off the chair and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed... it would only be a matter of time before the boy could just feel his presence and reacted to it.

... At this point Ryuutaro made a mental note to himself to kill Hayato the moment he woke up. He had been furious enough to be marked in such a way, but for the entire world to see?! What an idiotic move.
While Ryuutaro had no problem with showing who he was with in public, he did have a problem with taking this level of intimacy outside.
The moment Shamal looked away he pulled his yukata up a bit more again, knowing very well that it didn't have much use.

The fortune-teller decided against commenting further though, keeping his last bit of grace as he looked back to Hayato in silence.
Instantly his fury vanished and was replaced with worry again. He was sure he wouldn't sleep a second before Hayato was fine again. The irrational fear of him vanishing was too big.

no subject

no subject

I cried too much writing this >_>

/just all the snugging Ryuuryuu ;A;

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject