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Rating: G
Dated: Yesterday
Summary: Jirou visits Ohtori.
Jirou shuffled along the start halls of the hospital towards his friend's room, arms weighed down with an oversized goody basket. It hadn't taken much to sweet talk the nurse in to telling him where Ohtori's room was, and even less to convince her that he was just going to quickly drop the essential good basket off before heading home. Since visitor hours had already ended, the hospital wing was pretty quiet. Patients either settling down for a boring evening or already asleep with nurses and doctors routinely going on rounds. Spotting a stern looking doctor rounding the corner, Jirou quickly slipped inside of Ohtori's room and shut the door, he was sure Ohtori would forgive him for not knocking.
"Choutarou~" Jirou called out with a smile before he stepped closer to the bed. He hated hospitals and all the weird machines and the sterile blandness. But that's why he brought the goody basket. His friend was stuck here for who knew how long, so it was his duty to make sure he was comfy and not going insane.
The tall boy rolled slightly onto his back from his side and yawned. It was hard to sleep over the sharp pains in his chest from the deep incision and cuts through muscle layers. It was a light sleep, but one caused by morphine and other drugs. "Yuuta?"
He wasn't sure whether or not the red-headed Canadian had come back yet, or was actually doing as he told him, and getting some rest. Smiling slightly, he opened his eyes and looked out into the room towards the visitor. "Hi, Jirou. How are you?"
Beaming at Ohtori from behind his gift basket, Jirou bounded up to the bed, almost over balancing with the extra weight in his arms but straightening at the last minute. "Better than you." He teased, and poked Ohtori on the nose. "And that Yuuta guy better be treating you right now. Wanker." He didn't like disliking people, but if both Saeki and Ohtori had problems with him, then he must not be a very good guy.
"Ha ha." Ohtori smiled back and sat up slowly against the pillows with a small groan, this whole nearly dying thing was rough on a guy... Wrinkling his nose, he nearly sneezed before nodding to a table and chair on the other side of the bed where Jirou could put down whatever on earth weighed so much. "Yuuta is. He's really a nice guy, Jirou."
"Are you sure?" Jirou questioned setting the basket on the table before dragging the chair right up to the side of the bed. "I mean… he seems a bit like a git half the time." But if Ohtori said he was a nice, maybe he really was and just had a rough exterior like Atobe sometimes did….
"Yeah- I'm sure. He's just having a hard time right now is all- I think I probably made it worse though." He wasn't sure how, but just a nagging feeling that playing Yuuta's conscience was yet another bit of meddling that would just hurt everyone involved, and again leave him burnt as well. "Besides, don't you get along with most of the stubborn gits we know," the Brit teased back.
Jirou laughed at the last part and tweaked Ohtori's nose again, "Only the ones that are closet teddy bears!" He'd never be friendly with people who hurt his friends, that just wasn't cool. "And I don't see how you can make things worse, you're the biggest teddy bear I know." Even bigger than the one that was sticking out of his good basket, which he really wanted to share with Ohtori, but pleasantries came first.
And again with grabbing his nose...the taller boy had to wriggle his nose a bit and frown. "He is. He gave me Coyote, and he came all the way to America to fetch me after I ran off and got myself robbed." Yuuta was just going through a really rough patch that he partly blamed on Ryou K. but couldn't bring himself to act on it. "And I am not a teddy bear." He pouted, sticking out his lower lip faintly.
"Hmmm… well maybe I'll give him a shot the next time I see him." He made no promises though… he'd have to test this guy out first hand before he decided if he was worthy of Ohtori's friendship or needed to be deported back to the colonies. Instantly his thoughtful look turned to a large grin as he bounded over to the basket and grabbed the large plush bear from it. "Well if you aren't a teddy bear guess that means you need one to cuddle, right?" And if anyone ever said stuffed animals were just for kids they were completely wrong. Even Atobe had some.
"Just try to be patient with him- besides- you're a nice guy too, putting up with Keigo when he's in one of his moods." He figured Atobe wouldn't come along, he hated hospitals for one, and secondly the older British man was probably still irritated about their falling out since Shishido. Glancing at the enormous bear, he grinned happily. "Oh, thank you Jirou- he looks soft." And squishy, sort of like the tiger his missing tiger had given him the first go around in the hospital.
: Shaking his head, Jirou couldn't help but chuckle, "Keigo's funny when he's in his moods. He gets all huffy and uptight. It's cute. Besides," Jirou lowered his voice in and leaned in to Ohtori, "He needs me more than he knows. He's the one that caved first in our fight after all." He giggled and straightened, letting the stuffed animal rest beside Ohtori. "He's supper soft, figured he's big enough to use as a pillow if you need to too!" Because he really had no faith in the hospital when it came to basic amenities. Which is also why he packed some Egyptian cotton sheets in a soft cream colour that Ohtori seemed to prefer. It wasn't that bad, it reminded him of sheep, soft fuzzy cute sheep. "And these are for you too. Hospital linen is so stiff and cheap." They could get the nurses to change it up or something the next time Ohtori got out of bed for something.
"That's cute?" And people though he was hopeless when it came to love. "Yeah- I saw that. Everything's okay now, right?" He worried about the older blonde quite a bit, especially since it was known Atobe was a bit of a cad at times. Moving over again to lean against the furry bear, he chuckled at the mention of sheets, he's hardly noticed the bedding here, having been drugged up against both the pain and moving around too much. "Thanks, you seem to have thought of everything. But I really just want to go home."
"Yup. Keigo's really cute, and we're okay." Jirou said with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes like his others did. Atobe still wouldn't use the mutton lube, and he didn't like that they had had such a big fight over something so stupid. But he felt it was good for them in the long run. He pulled out a few treats from his basket and set them on the table, "Well that's why I'm trying to make the room as comfy for you as possible. Because I don't think they let people with holes in their chest wander home." He poked Ohtori's nose again with a grin. "Are your parents coming to visit?"
"Well as long as he makes you happy, then I'm happy for you." He didn't trust that smile, Jirou and he both could fake smiles well enough. He shifted again and watched the older boy moving around with a small smile of his own. "I don't have a hole there anymore, they stitched it up." He glanced down again and sighed at the hospital gown. It was petty, but he felt bizarre without his boxers on and in something like an ugly dress. "Yeah- they're flying over as soon as they can- but I imagine they aren't too happy with me."
"I don't hang around with people that don't make me happy Choutarou." Jirou said, "And you shouldn't either." Finished piling up the food, he looked at Ohtori's chest where the hole would have been and scrunched his face. There were just some places a hole shouldn't be, and in his friend's chest was one of them. "Does it still hurt?" He asked fingers slowly moving towards Ohtori's chest to touch the spot over his heart. Talk about a real life broken heart… though hopefully it was all fixed now. "And why wouldn't your parents be happy?" Shouldn't they just be happy their darling son was alive?
"I know. But sometimes unhappy people need someone happy around them to make them happy." He grinned and watched Jirou as he moved closer before offering a faint nod. "They loaded me on morphine just about 20 minutes ago, it won't hurt." Much, but he could deal with a little pain without much trouble. "Well- I wasn't taking things easy, or taking my pills every day like I was supposed to. I probably would have been fine if I had been..."
Jirou's eyes went big at that, "Choutarou! You need to take care of yourself!" He carefully wrapped his arms around his friend in a protective hug. "Don't go neglecting yourself just because you can't find the perfect dessert, you won't find anything if you're always in the hospital." Unless of course Ohtori had a closet nurse fetish… "Oh!" Jirou exclaimed pulling back to reach inside his gift basket again, "But just in case you do." He brandished the bottle of mutton lube. "Lube just for you." He handed it over with a large grin. "Might help make some unhappy people unhappy huh?"
sheepless sleep: ohh sneaky sneaky
"I know..." He sighed and shrugged slightly before wincing. Okay, moving chest muscles is dumb, really dumb. "This didn't have anything to do with desserts, you know. I've pretty well given up on that." Not that it bothered him, seeing what Yuuta went through was just one more thing to sour relationships in his opinion. Blinking at the bottle, he took it carefully and read it before blushing brightly. "Mutton lube? W-what the?" He couldn't help smiling though, Jirou must have a mutton fetish or something. "I'll admit sex helps make me happy when I'm feeling down but-" Oh, what the hell? "I'll make sure to give it a shot if I find someone, okay?"
"Given up on desserts?" Jirou paused and looked at Ohtori as if he was mad. But desserts was what made going through meals all worth it! "But yeah… put it to good use, okay! You deserve some good clean fun!" He yawned through his smile and laughed. "Still weird to hear you talk about sex and all… even if Saeki and them corrupted you back in highschool." It was true though. But I guess people said the same thing about him. It was sort of fun breaking brains.
"For now?" He smiled sadly, "They tend to just make me sick to my stomach anymore?" He tossed the small bottle between his hands with a curious frown, watching the iridescent liquid swirl inside, hoping not to spill it and make a mutton scented mess of his hospital sheets. "I don't do good clean fun anymore, Jirou. But I bet it keeps for a while, right?"
"Need to find something not so fancy and rich. What about jell-o? Know anyone who's all jiggly?" Jirou asked squirming around like a human mass of jell-o before laughing. He took the lube from Ohtori and set it on the table with all the other food and replaced it with a book. "Then maybe you should get back to the good clean part." He said simply, waiting for Ohtori to open the book and what the reaction might be. He wouldn't pretend to know and understand everything that had happened with Ohtori the last few years, but he was confident that he knew his friend enough that it didn't matter.
sheepless sleep: Jirou gave him a fancy looking book but on the inside are blank staffs to fill in with music. And he took the liberty of filling the first spot with the music to some Westlife song that he loves and found the violin music for.
”Someone jiggly?” He frowned and thought on it, “no thanks. There is not always room for jello…especially in my bed.” Glancing over the book, he traced the gilded edges and smiles as he stroked the bindings thoughtfully. Finally opening it, he smiled slightly and read over the notes before nodding. Go back to the basics that made him happy, and see what happens. “You know I am going to make you listen to me play these.”
"Well maybe the person doesn't have to be jiggly…" Jirou said making a face thinking about a jiggly person in his bed… ewww. "Just simple. In a good fun way." He expanded, leaning further on to the bed to look at the music with Ohtori. "That's okay. I like hearing you play. And that's Westlife." He beamed at his friend and then flipped a few more pages in until the notes disappeared. "Even has a bunch of blank ones so you can write your own music and stuff. Maybe you can write me a theme song?"
“Yeah-“ He liked his bedmates toned, and not too much bigger than he was, his hips were a bit narrow and really that could just be painful. “Fun in a simple way, I could enjoy. Like Coyote.” Who still ate his shoes, Ohtori frowned at the side thought before looking back at Jirou. “Your own theme song? Hm-“ He looked around the room, wincing as he reached for a pen the nurses left and poking at a blank page thoughtfully. “I think I can come up with something.”
Jirou laughed and shook his head, "Well someone obedient like a dog might be nice… but don't go sleeping with your pet Choutarou. That's weird." He leaned down on the bed a bit more slowly moving on to it, "You're going to write something right now? Wicked! Can I watch?" He should go before a night nurse came and kicked him out, but how often did he get to see someone write a theme song for him.
The younger boy blushed and focused more on the paper, mumbling about how he’d never do any such thing. Moving a bit more slowly over on the bed so Jirou had room, he chewed the bottom of the pen and made small humming sounds while he worked out the music in his head. “Probably won’t be done for a while, and I’ll need to get my violin and clean it up.”
"That's okay… I like to watch." Jirou said shifting a bit more until he was tucked up beside Ohtori on the tiny bed. It would be better with the sheets he'd brought, but this wasn't so bad either. Being beside a nice warm body that was full of life and hearing soft humming of his soon to be theme song… He yawned heavily and snuggled a bit closer.
“Okay then…” Nodding, he continued, now tapping the pen on his chin and hummed a part over and over, just enjoying the company and hoping Jirou didn’t suddenly move or bump into his chest. Trying another part, he smiled and glanced over at the drowsy blonde and started to scribble into the book again.
Jirou knew that the nurses would kick him out eventually, but it didn't stop his eyes from slowly slipping shut. He could imagine the notes in his head as he listened to the beginning of a melody being formed and the gentle movements of a pen on paper. Curling up close and making sure to remind himself not to jostle he drifted off in a half-aware sleep.
Dated: Yesterday
Summary: Jirou visits Ohtori.
Jirou shuffled along the start halls of the hospital towards his friend's room, arms weighed down with an oversized goody basket. It hadn't taken much to sweet talk the nurse in to telling him where Ohtori's room was, and even less to convince her that he was just going to quickly drop the essential good basket off before heading home. Since visitor hours had already ended, the hospital wing was pretty quiet. Patients either settling down for a boring evening or already asleep with nurses and doctors routinely going on rounds. Spotting a stern looking doctor rounding the corner, Jirou quickly slipped inside of Ohtori's room and shut the door, he was sure Ohtori would forgive him for not knocking.
"Choutarou~" Jirou called out with a smile before he stepped closer to the bed. He hated hospitals and all the weird machines and the sterile blandness. But that's why he brought the goody basket. His friend was stuck here for who knew how long, so it was his duty to make sure he was comfy and not going insane.
The tall boy rolled slightly onto his back from his side and yawned. It was hard to sleep over the sharp pains in his chest from the deep incision and cuts through muscle layers. It was a light sleep, but one caused by morphine and other drugs. "Yuuta?"
He wasn't sure whether or not the red-headed Canadian had come back yet, or was actually doing as he told him, and getting some rest. Smiling slightly, he opened his eyes and looked out into the room towards the visitor. "Hi, Jirou. How are you?"
Beaming at Ohtori from behind his gift basket, Jirou bounded up to the bed, almost over balancing with the extra weight in his arms but straightening at the last minute. "Better than you." He teased, and poked Ohtori on the nose. "And that Yuuta guy better be treating you right now. Wanker." He didn't like disliking people, but if both Saeki and Ohtori had problems with him, then he must not be a very good guy.
"Ha ha." Ohtori smiled back and sat up slowly against the pillows with a small groan, this whole nearly dying thing was rough on a guy... Wrinkling his nose, he nearly sneezed before nodding to a table and chair on the other side of the bed where Jirou could put down whatever on earth weighed so much. "Yuuta is. He's really a nice guy, Jirou."
"Are you sure?" Jirou questioned setting the basket on the table before dragging the chair right up to the side of the bed. "I mean… he seems a bit like a git half the time." But if Ohtori said he was a nice, maybe he really was and just had a rough exterior like Atobe sometimes did….
"Yeah- I'm sure. He's just having a hard time right now is all- I think I probably made it worse though." He wasn't sure how, but just a nagging feeling that playing Yuuta's conscience was yet another bit of meddling that would just hurt everyone involved, and again leave him burnt as well. "Besides, don't you get along with most of the stubborn gits we know," the Brit teased back.
Jirou laughed at the last part and tweaked Ohtori's nose again, "Only the ones that are closet teddy bears!" He'd never be friendly with people who hurt his friends, that just wasn't cool. "And I don't see how you can make things worse, you're the biggest teddy bear I know." Even bigger than the one that was sticking out of his good basket, which he really wanted to share with Ohtori, but pleasantries came first.
And again with grabbing his nose...the taller boy had to wriggle his nose a bit and frown. "He is. He gave me Coyote, and he came all the way to America to fetch me after I ran off and got myself robbed." Yuuta was just going through a really rough patch that he partly blamed on Ryou K. but couldn't bring himself to act on it. "And I am not a teddy bear." He pouted, sticking out his lower lip faintly.
"Hmmm… well maybe I'll give him a shot the next time I see him." He made no promises though… he'd have to test this guy out first hand before he decided if he was worthy of Ohtori's friendship or needed to be deported back to the colonies. Instantly his thoughtful look turned to a large grin as he bounded over to the basket and grabbed the large plush bear from it. "Well if you aren't a teddy bear guess that means you need one to cuddle, right?" And if anyone ever said stuffed animals were just for kids they were completely wrong. Even Atobe had some.
"Just try to be patient with him- besides- you're a nice guy too, putting up with Keigo when he's in one of his moods." He figured Atobe wouldn't come along, he hated hospitals for one, and secondly the older British man was probably still irritated about their falling out since Shishido. Glancing at the enormous bear, he grinned happily. "Oh, thank you Jirou- he looks soft." And squishy, sort of like the tiger his missing tiger had given him the first go around in the hospital.
: Shaking his head, Jirou couldn't help but chuckle, "Keigo's funny when he's in his moods. He gets all huffy and uptight. It's cute. Besides," Jirou lowered his voice in and leaned in to Ohtori, "He needs me more than he knows. He's the one that caved first in our fight after all." He giggled and straightened, letting the stuffed animal rest beside Ohtori. "He's supper soft, figured he's big enough to use as a pillow if you need to too!" Because he really had no faith in the hospital when it came to basic amenities. Which is also why he packed some Egyptian cotton sheets in a soft cream colour that Ohtori seemed to prefer. It wasn't that bad, it reminded him of sheep, soft fuzzy cute sheep. "And these are for you too. Hospital linen is so stiff and cheap." They could get the nurses to change it up or something the next time Ohtori got out of bed for something.
"That's cute?" And people though he was hopeless when it came to love. "Yeah- I saw that. Everything's okay now, right?" He worried about the older blonde quite a bit, especially since it was known Atobe was a bit of a cad at times. Moving over again to lean against the furry bear, he chuckled at the mention of sheets, he's hardly noticed the bedding here, having been drugged up against both the pain and moving around too much. "Thanks, you seem to have thought of everything. But I really just want to go home."
"Yup. Keigo's really cute, and we're okay." Jirou said with a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes like his others did. Atobe still wouldn't use the mutton lube, and he didn't like that they had had such a big fight over something so stupid. But he felt it was good for them in the long run. He pulled out a few treats from his basket and set them on the table, "Well that's why I'm trying to make the room as comfy for you as possible. Because I don't think they let people with holes in their chest wander home." He poked Ohtori's nose again with a grin. "Are your parents coming to visit?"
"Well as long as he makes you happy, then I'm happy for you." He didn't trust that smile, Jirou and he both could fake smiles well enough. He shifted again and watched the older boy moving around with a small smile of his own. "I don't have a hole there anymore, they stitched it up." He glanced down again and sighed at the hospital gown. It was petty, but he felt bizarre without his boxers on and in something like an ugly dress. "Yeah- they're flying over as soon as they can- but I imagine they aren't too happy with me."
"I don't hang around with people that don't make me happy Choutarou." Jirou said, "And you shouldn't either." Finished piling up the food, he looked at Ohtori's chest where the hole would have been and scrunched his face. There were just some places a hole shouldn't be, and in his friend's chest was one of them. "Does it still hurt?" He asked fingers slowly moving towards Ohtori's chest to touch the spot over his heart. Talk about a real life broken heart… though hopefully it was all fixed now. "And why wouldn't your parents be happy?" Shouldn't they just be happy their darling son was alive?
"I know. But sometimes unhappy people need someone happy around them to make them happy." He grinned and watched Jirou as he moved closer before offering a faint nod. "They loaded me on morphine just about 20 minutes ago, it won't hurt." Much, but he could deal with a little pain without much trouble. "Well- I wasn't taking things easy, or taking my pills every day like I was supposed to. I probably would have been fine if I had been..."
Jirou's eyes went big at that, "Choutarou! You need to take care of yourself!" He carefully wrapped his arms around his friend in a protective hug. "Don't go neglecting yourself just because you can't find the perfect dessert, you won't find anything if you're always in the hospital." Unless of course Ohtori had a closet nurse fetish… "Oh!" Jirou exclaimed pulling back to reach inside his gift basket again, "But just in case you do." He brandished the bottle of mutton lube. "Lube just for you." He handed it over with a large grin. "Might help make some unhappy people unhappy huh?"
sheepless sleep: ohh sneaky sneaky
"I know..." He sighed and shrugged slightly before wincing. Okay, moving chest muscles is dumb, really dumb. "This didn't have anything to do with desserts, you know. I've pretty well given up on that." Not that it bothered him, seeing what Yuuta went through was just one more thing to sour relationships in his opinion. Blinking at the bottle, he took it carefully and read it before blushing brightly. "Mutton lube? W-what the?" He couldn't help smiling though, Jirou must have a mutton fetish or something. "I'll admit sex helps make me happy when I'm feeling down but-" Oh, what the hell? "I'll make sure to give it a shot if I find someone, okay?"
"Given up on desserts?" Jirou paused and looked at Ohtori as if he was mad. But desserts was what made going through meals all worth it! "But yeah… put it to good use, okay! You deserve some good clean fun!" He yawned through his smile and laughed. "Still weird to hear you talk about sex and all… even if Saeki and them corrupted you back in highschool." It was true though. But I guess people said the same thing about him. It was sort of fun breaking brains.
"For now?" He smiled sadly, "They tend to just make me sick to my stomach anymore?" He tossed the small bottle between his hands with a curious frown, watching the iridescent liquid swirl inside, hoping not to spill it and make a mutton scented mess of his hospital sheets. "I don't do good clean fun anymore, Jirou. But I bet it keeps for a while, right?"
"Need to find something not so fancy and rich. What about jell-o? Know anyone who's all jiggly?" Jirou asked squirming around like a human mass of jell-o before laughing. He took the lube from Ohtori and set it on the table with all the other food and replaced it with a book. "Then maybe you should get back to the good clean part." He said simply, waiting for Ohtori to open the book and what the reaction might be. He wouldn't pretend to know and understand everything that had happened with Ohtori the last few years, but he was confident that he knew his friend enough that it didn't matter.
sheepless sleep: Jirou gave him a fancy looking book but on the inside are blank staffs to fill in with music. And he took the liberty of filling the first spot with the music to some Westlife song that he loves and found the violin music for.
”Someone jiggly?” He frowned and thought on it, “no thanks. There is not always room for jello…especially in my bed.” Glancing over the book, he traced the gilded edges and smiles as he stroked the bindings thoughtfully. Finally opening it, he smiled slightly and read over the notes before nodding. Go back to the basics that made him happy, and see what happens. “You know I am going to make you listen to me play these.”
"Well maybe the person doesn't have to be jiggly…" Jirou said making a face thinking about a jiggly person in his bed… ewww. "Just simple. In a good fun way." He expanded, leaning further on to the bed to look at the music with Ohtori. "That's okay. I like hearing you play. And that's Westlife." He beamed at his friend and then flipped a few more pages in until the notes disappeared. "Even has a bunch of blank ones so you can write your own music and stuff. Maybe you can write me a theme song?"
“Yeah-“ He liked his bedmates toned, and not too much bigger than he was, his hips were a bit narrow and really that could just be painful. “Fun in a simple way, I could enjoy. Like Coyote.” Who still ate his shoes, Ohtori frowned at the side thought before looking back at Jirou. “Your own theme song? Hm-“ He looked around the room, wincing as he reached for a pen the nurses left and poking at a blank page thoughtfully. “I think I can come up with something.”
Jirou laughed and shook his head, "Well someone obedient like a dog might be nice… but don't go sleeping with your pet Choutarou. That's weird." He leaned down on the bed a bit more slowly moving on to it, "You're going to write something right now? Wicked! Can I watch?" He should go before a night nurse came and kicked him out, but how often did he get to see someone write a theme song for him.
The younger boy blushed and focused more on the paper, mumbling about how he’d never do any such thing. Moving a bit more slowly over on the bed so Jirou had room, he chewed the bottom of the pen and made small humming sounds while he worked out the music in his head. “Probably won’t be done for a while, and I’ll need to get my violin and clean it up.”
"That's okay… I like to watch." Jirou said shifting a bit more until he was tucked up beside Ohtori on the tiny bed. It would be better with the sheets he'd brought, but this wasn't so bad either. Being beside a nice warm body that was full of life and hearing soft humming of his soon to be theme song… He yawned heavily and snuggled a bit closer.
“Okay then…” Nodding, he continued, now tapping the pen on his chin and hummed a part over and over, just enjoying the company and hoping Jirou didn’t suddenly move or bump into his chest. Trying another part, he smiled and glanced over at the drowsy blonde and started to scribble into the book again.
Jirou knew that the nurses would kick him out eventually, but it didn't stop his eyes from slowly slipping shut. He could imagine the notes in his head as he listened to the beginning of a melody being formed and the gentle movements of a pen on paper. Curling up close and making sure to remind himself not to jostle he drifted off in a half-aware sleep.