JUST THE 3 OF US - Chapter Two - May 6, 2007
Fandom: Nobuta wo Produce
Title: Just the 3 of us
For: asinful
Chapter: 2/??
Rating: (chapter) PG
Summary: Shuuji and Akira pay Nobuta a surprise visit. Chaos ensues. Will eventually be a threesome and there will be a sequel. First chapter is here
Disclaimer: I don't own Akira (tho I dearly would love to), Shuuji (again...), or Nobuta, or any of the other characters in NwP. Johnny's and related companies do. *sulks* (can't I just have Akira? please?)
Akira lay in the dimly lit hospital room, his head pounding and body aching. He'd never felt this way before and wondered briefly if he'd had another one of those serious fights with his father, then belatedly remembered...something...happening. Through the haze of wonderful, pain-killing drugs he was dosed with, he could see vague images. Nothing too scary, but nothing really tangible either. That was the way he liked it, usually. Tangible things usually came with strings attached.
A groan escaped him as he tried to move his head, then his left arm, which remained firmly by his side. Turning his head gingerly, he saw plaster and muslin, staring at his encased arm in shock. Just what had he done this time? All he could remember was...no, it was better not to go there, he thought. It was just easier not to think about what had happened to him.
"Akira SHOCK," he whispered to the vague shapes that hovered just outside of his vision before the door opening chased them away. As Shuuji turned the light on, Akira winced away from it, his eyes clenched tightly shut in reaction.
"Ah, you're awake. Thank goodness," Shuuji said quietly as he entered the room, Nobuta a ghost hovering behind him with her face all screwed up in what looked like pain. Had she been hurt too? All of a sudden his pain seemed inconsequential compared to the pain on his friends' faces.
"Is Nobuta hurt too?" Akira whispered, somehow glad the wispy images remained. He'd be lonely without them, came the whimsical thought. As she shook her head, he smiled a gentle, vague smile that gave everything away, yet said nothing at all.
"Akira's glad, then," he whispered again, then closed his eyes against the sight of his friends. Much as he wanted them there, he wished they'd go and leave him alone for just a little while longer. He didn't want to have to face the reality of whatever had happened to him quite yet, however fate still didn't appear to smile on him that day.
"A-akira...." Nobuta started, looked over at Shuuji, then looked at Akira's face as his eyes remained closed. "W-why...why did you...st-...," she was unable to finish the sentence, shooting a helpless look at Shuuji before walking out. Much as she'd grown in strength over the past few months since they'd been gone, she was completely helpless against anything like this. When her emotions got the better of her, she reverted back to the awkward, stuttering, shy Nobuta that she'd been before, all too easily.
On her way out, Akira's father met Nobuta at the door and gave her a silent nod. He placed his hand on her shoulder before letting her through and entering the room. Almost as if he could sense his father's presence, Akira's eyes opened. Shuuji wisely moved back, letting Akira and his father talk.
"What do you want?" Akira said, not quite rudely, but not politely either. He still hadn't quite forgiven his father for trying to force him into a role he didn't want.
Kusano-san sighed good-naturedly and sat down by the bed. "Is it a crime to want to see your only son at the hospital?" he retorted lightly, leaning over to avoid making Akira have to speak loudly if he wasn't up to it. "Your friends called and told me what happened and I came right away," he added.
Akira closed his eyes, uncertain of what to say. While his father was always busy, the fact that he'd dropped everything for him this time made him feel funny inside and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling. They didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, but he could never really accuse his father of neglecting him. If anything it was quite the opposite. Still...
"Thanks," he whispered finally, his voice sounding tired all of a sudden. It was getting hard to stay awake with all the medication he was on. He wondered idly what exactly had happened to him, but it didn't matter soon enough as he slipped under again, asleep within moments.
Akira's father leaned over and pulled the blankets over Akira silently, then turned to look at Shuuji, who'd remained in the background the entire time, the ever-loyal friend. "He's asleep," Kusano-san commented unnecessarily, then moved the chair around so he could talk to Shuuji properly. "Thanks for keeping an eye out for him while he's been with you," he said, watching as Shuuji blushed and mumbled something.
"I know he's not an easy person to deal with, but he's my son and I love him, however hard that is for him to accept. I just want what's best for him," he went on, almost as if to himself. "Until he knows that himself, there's nothing much I can do other than just be his father, ne?" Kusano-san smiled as Shuuji nodded solemnly.
"I'll leave him to you, then, Kiritani-san. Please continue to look after him," the older man stood up and gave Shuuji a small bow, then walked to the door and let himself out, leaving Shuuji alone with the sleeping Akira.
Shuuji sat down in the newly-vacated chair and watched his friend sleep, losing himself in a reverie of his own. It was broken by the touch of hot fingers on his hand, making him jump in surprise. "Akira? You're awake? You idiot!" Shuuji sat back down in the chair and regarded Akira in shock. "You scared me half to death!"
"Shuu~uu~ji-kun," Akira whispered in his sing-song voice. "Akira doesn't feel very well."
Shuuji took a better look at Akira, noticing his face was sheened with sweat, and the hot fingers that were still on his hand were indeed hot, and not in a good way. Had he picked up some kind of infection? Shuuji was worried and tried to leave to get a nurse, or a doctor, or anyone at that point, but Akira's fingers closed over his hand, stopping him.
"Don't go, Shuuji..."
"Akira, you need a doctor. You're too hot," Shuuji replied, trying to keep the worry from his voice as he pried Akira's fingers from his hand. Akira laughed shrilly.
"Akira knows he's hot," came the reply in Akira's strange voice that he used when incredibly amused with himself. For a moment Shuuji stared at him in surprise. Did he mean what it sounded like he meant?
"Akira is also sweaty and doesn't feel well."
The complaint didn't sound very Akira-like at all, and that worried Shuuji more. "I'm going to get a doctor, be right back," he said softly, then slipped out as Akira's eyes closed again, his breathing quiet.
Out in the corridor, he found Nobuta sitting on the floor by the door, her knees up against her chest. He nodded to her, then saw a doctor coming from a nearby room and went to inform her of Akira's condition. The doctor patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
"Kusano-kun will be fine. This was expected, given his injuries from the accident. Just give the anti-biotics a little time to work and he'll be fine," she replied. "Just in case, I'll come and have a look."
Shuuji thanked her profusely and helped Nobuta up from the floor where she'd been watching them with her eyes wide. They followed the doctor into the room where she gave the now-sleeping Akira a quick going-over. She fiddled with the IV, looking at his chart and writing something down, then turned to them just before leaving the room.
"I've increased the anti-biotics dosage slightly, but he'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. Go home and get some rest; I'm sure it's been a stressful day for you both," and with that, she was gone to see her next patient.
Shuuji looked at Nobuta who shook her head. "I-I'm not going anywhere," she said softly, her eyes on Akira. Shuuji nodded and moved the chair over for her to sit down on.
"Neither am I," he agreed, his own eyes on Akira as well as he leaned against the wall beside Nobuta. He knew they'd need to talk at some point, but was content to leave it for the moment. They were both tired and stressed. Or at least that's what he'd thought up until Nobuta spoke.
"Wh-why did you really come?" she asked, not taking her eyes off Akira. It appeared this time he was well and truly asleep, or at the very least, well-medicated until he slept. He seemed peaceful and somehow younger than his 17 years, dark hair falling over his face, only to be brushed away gently by Nobuta's fingers. Shuuji looked at her, then at Akira, and sighed deeply.
"There's more to it. You di-didn't come just because...because I wasn't happy. Wh-why?"
Shuuji sighed again and mentally cursed Akira for what must have been the millionth time that day. It was Nobuta asking seriously so he couldn't just brush her off with a lie, not that he would have done; she knew enough about him now to know the difference and he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to her.
"Akira....we both...needed you. We still do. Things are fine at the new school but it's not the same...without you. You know how Akira gets when he's got his mind set on something, and for a long time now, he's had his mind set on you. On us."
Shuuji sighed and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, too tired and mentally drained to stand. "I don't really understand him, yet at the same time..." He looked down at his hands, unsure of what more to say. He still wasn't sure of his own feelings, although he was certain the other two knew him better than he did himself, and knew without words what he wanted to say but was unable to. It didn't mean he didn't have to try.
"We're like three parts of a whole, aren't we. None of us do very well without the other two. I don't think I even want to try any more," Shuuji continued, still staring at his hands and seemingly unaware that Nobuta's gaze had travelled from Akira to himself.
"Shuuji...." Nobuta's voice was soft in the darkness of the hospital room. Suddenly she jumped, giving a cry of surprise. "Akira!"
Akira's hand had slowly run over her knee, underneath her skirt and around the curve of her thigh, surprising her, and a very startled Shuuji. "Akira?" Shuuji stared at his drowsy friend. "What did you do to Nobuta, Akira?"
They both watched the various stages of awakening, from confused drowsiness to full awakening with a jolt as he sat up, hissing with pain and shock. "Akira SHOCK!" he blurted out, then began to shake his hand frantically. "Hentai, hentai, hentai," he berated himself, his face red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just done.
The sight was just too much for both Nobuta and Shuuji and they burst into hysterical laughter. A passing nurse poked her head into the room upon hearing the noise, quickly withdrawing when she saw what was going on, a smile on her face. Kusano-kun would be just fine, indeed.
Shuuji looked at Nobuta in concern as she stopped laughing abruptly and looked uncomfortable. "What did Akira do?" he asked her quietly, as Akira's antics continued on in the background.
"He...He..." Nobuta looked extremely uncomfortable at this point, looking from Shuuji to Akira. "He t-tried to fe-feel me u-up," she finally got out, Shuuji's eyes going wide with shock. Akira? Their Akira?
It must have been the drugs he decided, watching his friends and shaking his head. Akira wouldn't normally do that...although...he wouldn't really put it past him either. He was just that strange that anything could happen (and frequently did) with him around. It certainly made for an interesting time, something he'd never expected at the beginning of the school year.
If he'd been told things would work out like this, he would have laughed in the person's face, Shuuji reflected wryly as he looked at his friends. Akira was apologising profusely and promising not to do it again as he saw the unhappy look on Nobuta's face and the concerned one on Shuuji's. Finally Nobuta relented and nodded, accepting Akira's apology, much to the relief of both boys.
Shuuji wasn't sure he could have stood it if they had a fight over this but everything was ok again. Uncomfortable, certainly, but it would be all right after a while. In the meantime, he just had to get Akira to keep his thoughts and his hands to himself, (especially when it came to Shuuji himself), something that wouldn't be too hard to do, given one of Akira's arms was encased in plaster.
Title: Just the 3 of us
For: asinful
Chapter: 2/??
Rating: (chapter) PG
Summary: Shuuji and Akira pay Nobuta a surprise visit. Chaos ensues. Will eventually be a threesome and there will be a sequel. First chapter is here
Disclaimer: I don't own Akira (tho I dearly would love to), Shuuji (again...), or Nobuta, or any of the other characters in NwP. Johnny's and related companies do. *sulks* (can't I just have Akira? please?)
Akira lay in the dimly lit hospital room, his head pounding and body aching. He'd never felt this way before and wondered briefly if he'd had another one of those serious fights with his father, then belatedly remembered...something...happening. Through the haze of wonderful, pain-killing drugs he was dosed with, he could see vague images. Nothing too scary, but nothing really tangible either. That was the way he liked it, usually. Tangible things usually came with strings attached.
A groan escaped him as he tried to move his head, then his left arm, which remained firmly by his side. Turning his head gingerly, he saw plaster and muslin, staring at his encased arm in shock. Just what had he done this time? All he could remember was...no, it was better not to go there, he thought. It was just easier not to think about what had happened to him.
"Akira SHOCK," he whispered to the vague shapes that hovered just outside of his vision before the door opening chased them away. As Shuuji turned the light on, Akira winced away from it, his eyes clenched tightly shut in reaction.
"Ah, you're awake. Thank goodness," Shuuji said quietly as he entered the room, Nobuta a ghost hovering behind him with her face all screwed up in what looked like pain. Had she been hurt too? All of a sudden his pain seemed inconsequential compared to the pain on his friends' faces.
"Is Nobuta hurt too?" Akira whispered, somehow glad the wispy images remained. He'd be lonely without them, came the whimsical thought. As she shook her head, he smiled a gentle, vague smile that gave everything away, yet said nothing at all.
"Akira's glad, then," he whispered again, then closed his eyes against the sight of his friends. Much as he wanted them there, he wished they'd go and leave him alone for just a little while longer. He didn't want to have to face the reality of whatever had happened to him quite yet, however fate still didn't appear to smile on him that day.
"A-akira...." Nobuta started, looked over at Shuuji, then looked at Akira's face as his eyes remained closed. "W-why...why did you...st-...," she was unable to finish the sentence, shooting a helpless look at Shuuji before walking out. Much as she'd grown in strength over the past few months since they'd been gone, she was completely helpless against anything like this. When her emotions got the better of her, she reverted back to the awkward, stuttering, shy Nobuta that she'd been before, all too easily.
On her way out, Akira's father met Nobuta at the door and gave her a silent nod. He placed his hand on her shoulder before letting her through and entering the room. Almost as if he could sense his father's presence, Akira's eyes opened. Shuuji wisely moved back, letting Akira and his father talk.
"What do you want?" Akira said, not quite rudely, but not politely either. He still hadn't quite forgiven his father for trying to force him into a role he didn't want.
Kusano-san sighed good-naturedly and sat down by the bed. "Is it a crime to want to see your only son at the hospital?" he retorted lightly, leaning over to avoid making Akira have to speak loudly if he wasn't up to it. "Your friends called and told me what happened and I came right away," he added.
Akira closed his eyes, uncertain of what to say. While his father was always busy, the fact that he'd dropped everything for him this time made him feel funny inside and he wasn't sure he liked the feeling. They didn't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things, but he could never really accuse his father of neglecting him. If anything it was quite the opposite. Still...
"Thanks," he whispered finally, his voice sounding tired all of a sudden. It was getting hard to stay awake with all the medication he was on. He wondered idly what exactly had happened to him, but it didn't matter soon enough as he slipped under again, asleep within moments.
Akira's father leaned over and pulled the blankets over Akira silently, then turned to look at Shuuji, who'd remained in the background the entire time, the ever-loyal friend. "He's asleep," Kusano-san commented unnecessarily, then moved the chair around so he could talk to Shuuji properly. "Thanks for keeping an eye out for him while he's been with you," he said, watching as Shuuji blushed and mumbled something.
"I know he's not an easy person to deal with, but he's my son and I love him, however hard that is for him to accept. I just want what's best for him," he went on, almost as if to himself. "Until he knows that himself, there's nothing much I can do other than just be his father, ne?" Kusano-san smiled as Shuuji nodded solemnly.
"I'll leave him to you, then, Kiritani-san. Please continue to look after him," the older man stood up and gave Shuuji a small bow, then walked to the door and let himself out, leaving Shuuji alone with the sleeping Akira.
Shuuji sat down in the newly-vacated chair and watched his friend sleep, losing himself in a reverie of his own. It was broken by the touch of hot fingers on his hand, making him jump in surprise. "Akira? You're awake? You idiot!" Shuuji sat back down in the chair and regarded Akira in shock. "You scared me half to death!"
"Shuu~uu~ji-kun," Akira whispered in his sing-song voice. "Akira doesn't feel very well."
Shuuji took a better look at Akira, noticing his face was sheened with sweat, and the hot fingers that were still on his hand were indeed hot, and not in a good way. Had he picked up some kind of infection? Shuuji was worried and tried to leave to get a nurse, or a doctor, or anyone at that point, but Akira's fingers closed over his hand, stopping him.
"Don't go, Shuuji..."
"Akira, you need a doctor. You're too hot," Shuuji replied, trying to keep the worry from his voice as he pried Akira's fingers from his hand. Akira laughed shrilly.
"Akira knows he's hot," came the reply in Akira's strange voice that he used when incredibly amused with himself. For a moment Shuuji stared at him in surprise. Did he mean what it sounded like he meant?
"Akira is also sweaty and doesn't feel well."
The complaint didn't sound very Akira-like at all, and that worried Shuuji more. "I'm going to get a doctor, be right back," he said softly, then slipped out as Akira's eyes closed again, his breathing quiet.
Out in the corridor, he found Nobuta sitting on the floor by the door, her knees up against her chest. He nodded to her, then saw a doctor coming from a nearby room and went to inform her of Akira's condition. The doctor patted him on the shoulder and smiled.
"Kusano-kun will be fine. This was expected, given his injuries from the accident. Just give the anti-biotics a little time to work and he'll be fine," she replied. "Just in case, I'll come and have a look."
Shuuji thanked her profusely and helped Nobuta up from the floor where she'd been watching them with her eyes wide. They followed the doctor into the room where she gave the now-sleeping Akira a quick going-over. She fiddled with the IV, looking at his chart and writing something down, then turned to them just before leaving the room.
"I've increased the anti-biotics dosage slightly, but he'll be fine. Nothing to worry about. Go home and get some rest; I'm sure it's been a stressful day for you both," and with that, she was gone to see her next patient.
Shuuji looked at Nobuta who shook her head. "I-I'm not going anywhere," she said softly, her eyes on Akira. Shuuji nodded and moved the chair over for her to sit down on.
"Neither am I," he agreed, his own eyes on Akira as well as he leaned against the wall beside Nobuta. He knew they'd need to talk at some point, but was content to leave it for the moment. They were both tired and stressed. Or at least that's what he'd thought up until Nobuta spoke.
"Wh-why did you really come?" she asked, not taking her eyes off Akira. It appeared this time he was well and truly asleep, or at the very least, well-medicated until he slept. He seemed peaceful and somehow younger than his 17 years, dark hair falling over his face, only to be brushed away gently by Nobuta's fingers. Shuuji looked at her, then at Akira, and sighed deeply.
"There's more to it. You di-didn't come just because...because I wasn't happy. Wh-why?"
Shuuji sighed again and mentally cursed Akira for what must have been the millionth time that day. It was Nobuta asking seriously so he couldn't just brush her off with a lie, not that he would have done; she knew enough about him now to know the difference and he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to her.
"Akira....we both...needed you. We still do. Things are fine at the new school but it's not the same...without you. You know how Akira gets when he's got his mind set on something, and for a long time now, he's had his mind set on you. On us."
Shuuji sighed and slid down the wall to sit on the floor, too tired and mentally drained to stand. "I don't really understand him, yet at the same time..." He looked down at his hands, unsure of what more to say. He still wasn't sure of his own feelings, although he was certain the other two knew him better than he did himself, and knew without words what he wanted to say but was unable to. It didn't mean he didn't have to try.
"We're like three parts of a whole, aren't we. None of us do very well without the other two. I don't think I even want to try any more," Shuuji continued, still staring at his hands and seemingly unaware that Nobuta's gaze had travelled from Akira to himself.
"Shuuji...." Nobuta's voice was soft in the darkness of the hospital room. Suddenly she jumped, giving a cry of surprise. "Akira!"
Akira's hand had slowly run over her knee, underneath her skirt and around the curve of her thigh, surprising her, and a very startled Shuuji. "Akira?" Shuuji stared at his drowsy friend. "What did you do to Nobuta, Akira?"
They both watched the various stages of awakening, from confused drowsiness to full awakening with a jolt as he sat up, hissing with pain and shock. "Akira SHOCK!" he blurted out, then began to shake his hand frantically. "Hentai, hentai, hentai," he berated himself, his face red with embarrassment as he realised what he'd just done.
The sight was just too much for both Nobuta and Shuuji and they burst into hysterical laughter. A passing nurse poked her head into the room upon hearing the noise, quickly withdrawing when she saw what was going on, a smile on her face. Kusano-kun would be just fine, indeed.
Shuuji looked at Nobuta in concern as she stopped laughing abruptly and looked uncomfortable. "What did Akira do?" he asked her quietly, as Akira's antics continued on in the background.
"He...He..." Nobuta looked extremely uncomfortable at this point, looking from Shuuji to Akira. "He t-tried to fe-feel me u-up," she finally got out, Shuuji's eyes going wide with shock. Akira? Their Akira?
It must have been the drugs he decided, watching his friends and shaking his head. Akira wouldn't normally do that...although...he wouldn't really put it past him either. He was just that strange that anything could happen (and frequently did) with him around. It certainly made for an interesting time, something he'd never expected at the beginning of the school year.
If he'd been told things would work out like this, he would have laughed in the person's face, Shuuji reflected wryly as he looked at his friends. Akira was apologising profusely and promising not to do it again as he saw the unhappy look on Nobuta's face and the concerned one on Shuuji's. Finally Nobuta relented and nodded, accepting Akira's apology, much to the relief of both boys.
Shuuji wasn't sure he could have stood it if they had a fight over this but everything was ok again. Uncomfortable, certainly, but it would be all right after a while. In the meantime, he just had to get Akira to keep his thoughts and his hands to himself, (especially when it came to Shuuji himself), something that wouldn't be too hard to do, given one of Akira's arms was encased in plaster.