Sleepy fic post z_z
Title: Fallen Gardenia
Author: Erishon
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Characters from Hikago are owned by the person who wrote Hikaru no Go.
Notes: No real pairing. Akira Angst and character death. Slight spoilers from Anime/Manga.
When Touya Kouyo was struck down by his second heart attack someone sent him a small potted Gardenia. The plant was in a small, wicker pot and had five flowers. Akira didn't know who had sent it, but he noticed that one of the white flowers was pressed against the radiator and was slowly turning brown.
When Touya Kouyo slipped into a coma, Akira stopped going to his games. He left his father's side only to sleep, shower and for the occasional trip to the hospital restroom. His mother had tried to convince him to go home, Ogata had tried to convince him to go home. Even Hikaru had shown up, though he hadn't tried to talk Akira into leaving. He had given him some Go magazines, saying hat he thought he might like to read them to his father, and had left quite abruptly afterwards.
When Touya Kouyo woke up from his coma, the first thing he set eyes on was Akira. Akira had cried when he noticed his father's eyes were open, and had immediately called for the nurses before phoning to inform his mother. Later that day, when Touya Kouyo learned Akira had been skipping his games, he reprimanded him and told him to go to the game scheduled for him that day.
When Touya Akira returned from his game, Touya Kouyo had already passed away.
*~**~*
The funeral had passed in a blur, and Akira had left before the end so he did not have to shake hands with hundreds of people he had never met and listen to them apologise to him for the loss of a man they had never even known. Their apologies were meaningless.
The roof had always been Akira's sanctuary. It overlooked the porch where his father's Go Ban was, and when he was younger he remembered he would climb up and watch him play from above. He was holding the Gardenia pot, which he had rescued from the hospital room before the nurses could throw it away or give it to some patient with nobody to bring them flowers. He didn't know why he had felt the need to do so, and still had no idea who had sent the small plant.
With a single tug, he pulled all the petals from one of the five flowers.
The petals were soft, and a few flitted between his fingers and floated down off the side of the roof and came to rest on the porch. Holding his hand over the edge, Akira slowly opened his fingers and let them all fall. They scattered across the porch, some landing on the Go Ban itself, some coming to rest on the worn zaisu and some, carried by the wind, landed in the garden pond.
He had showered the petals of two more of the flowers from the edge before he heard footsteps across the roof, and Hikaru sat down beside him.
"How did you get in here?" He asked in curiosity to which Hikaru replied that Akira's mother had let him in.
"You're the first person to come up here with me." Akira said, gently relieving the final white flower of its petals and letting them fall over the side of the roof. "Usually people leave me alone when I'm up here."
"I can go if you want me to." Said Hikaru gently, craning to watch the petals fall.
"No. Stay."
They sat in silence for a while before Hikaru looked towards him uncomfortably, obviously unsure of what to say.
"Aren't you going to takes the petals off that last flower?"
Akira looked down at the plant, and the small browning flower that had been pressed against the radiator and fingered the petals; they felt ancient and worn and despondent.
He could relate.
"No." He answered calmly. "This one's fallen far enough."
Hikaru seemed to understand the meaning, or if he didn't he didn't question Akira on it. Instead he rose slowly to his feet and looked down at Akira sitting, clutching the Gardenia with the dying flower to his chest as though it were precious.
"I'm... I'm really sorry about your Dad." He said, and Akira looked up at him, his face still streaked with the un-dried trail of tears.
"Thank you." He bowed his head as he whispered.
"I'll go and leave you alone for a while. Take care of yourself."
Akira didn't answer, and Hikaru quickly climbed down the ladder and jumped the last few steps onto the porch. He tried not to step on Akira's petals, and looked sadly towards the Go Ban that was scattered with them. It was like a game had been played there, and as he watched as the wind caught a single petal that had been caught on the guttering, leaving it to drift down onto the Go Ban and complete the game.
With a final look towards the edge of the roof, Hikaru left.
With that uploaded I leave to go to the land of slumber.
Author: Erishon
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating:PG
Disclaimer: Characters from Hikago are owned by the person who wrote Hikaru no Go.
Notes: No real pairing. Akira Angst and character death. Slight spoilers from Anime/Manga.
When Touya Kouyo was struck down by his second heart attack someone sent him a small potted Gardenia. The plant was in a small, wicker pot and had five flowers. Akira didn't know who had sent it, but he noticed that one of the white flowers was pressed against the radiator and was slowly turning brown.
When Touya Kouyo slipped into a coma, Akira stopped going to his games. He left his father's side only to sleep, shower and for the occasional trip to the hospital restroom. His mother had tried to convince him to go home, Ogata had tried to convince him to go home. Even Hikaru had shown up, though he hadn't tried to talk Akira into leaving. He had given him some Go magazines, saying hat he thought he might like to read them to his father, and had left quite abruptly afterwards.
When Touya Kouyo woke up from his coma, the first thing he set eyes on was Akira. Akira had cried when he noticed his father's eyes were open, and had immediately called for the nurses before phoning to inform his mother. Later that day, when Touya Kouyo learned Akira had been skipping his games, he reprimanded him and told him to go to the game scheduled for him that day.
When Touya Akira returned from his game, Touya Kouyo had already passed away.
*~**~*
The funeral had passed in a blur, and Akira had left before the end so he did not have to shake hands with hundreds of people he had never met and listen to them apologise to him for the loss of a man they had never even known. Their apologies were meaningless.
The roof had always been Akira's sanctuary. It overlooked the porch where his father's Go Ban was, and when he was younger he remembered he would climb up and watch him play from above. He was holding the Gardenia pot, which he had rescued from the hospital room before the nurses could throw it away or give it to some patient with nobody to bring them flowers. He didn't know why he had felt the need to do so, and still had no idea who had sent the small plant.
With a single tug, he pulled all the petals from one of the five flowers.
The petals were soft, and a few flitted between his fingers and floated down off the side of the roof and came to rest on the porch. Holding his hand over the edge, Akira slowly opened his fingers and let them all fall. They scattered across the porch, some landing on the Go Ban itself, some coming to rest on the worn zaisu and some, carried by the wind, landed in the garden pond.
He had showered the petals of two more of the flowers from the edge before he heard footsteps across the roof, and Hikaru sat down beside him.
"How did you get in here?" He asked in curiosity to which Hikaru replied that Akira's mother had let him in.
"You're the first person to come up here with me." Akira said, gently relieving the final white flower of its petals and letting them fall over the side of the roof. "Usually people leave me alone when I'm up here."
"I can go if you want me to." Said Hikaru gently, craning to watch the petals fall.
"No. Stay."
They sat in silence for a while before Hikaru looked towards him uncomfortably, obviously unsure of what to say.
"Aren't you going to takes the petals off that last flower?"
Akira looked down at the plant, and the small browning flower that had been pressed against the radiator and fingered the petals; they felt ancient and worn and despondent.
He could relate.
"No." He answered calmly. "This one's fallen far enough."
Hikaru seemed to understand the meaning, or if he didn't he didn't question Akira on it. Instead he rose slowly to his feet and looked down at Akira sitting, clutching the Gardenia with the dying flower to his chest as though it were precious.
"I'm... I'm really sorry about your Dad." He said, and Akira looked up at him, his face still streaked with the un-dried trail of tears.
"Thank you." He bowed his head as he whispered.
"I'll go and leave you alone for a while. Take care of yourself."
Akira didn't answer, and Hikaru quickly climbed down the ladder and jumped the last few steps onto the porch. He tried not to step on Akira's petals, and looked sadly towards the Go Ban that was scattered with them. It was like a game had been played there, and as he watched as the wind caught a single petal that had been caught on the guttering, leaving it to drift down onto the Go Ban and complete the game.
With a final look towards the edge of the roof, Hikaru left.
With that uploaded I leave to go to the land of slumber.