Fanfiction
So episode 12 of RH Plus (the japanese drama I'm currently watching) annoyed me so much that I wrote fanfiction. I had to make it right in my head.
Title: Heart
Author: me!!
Fandom: RH Plus
Pairing: Makoto x Ageha
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, hurt/comfort, fluff
Heart
He couldn’t stand to seem him like this; it made his stomach roil and his joints ache. Usually he could do something to make it better, make him laugh; wrap an arm around his shoulder…something.
But this time it was about his mother, the woman who abandoned her child to a real demon and caused the biggest cracks in Makoto’s soul. Now she was dead, causing the tiny plastic bandages that Makoto’s new family had managed to put on his soul, to be ripped off. The only person, who had showed him any kind of love and kindness before he met Ageha, was dead. Besides the gnawing feeling of total helplessness, Ageha hated the fact that that this woman who thought her own son was a demon was still first in Makoto’s heart.
Ageha wanted that place.
Listening to Makoto weep under the blankets, which he had drawn over his head, only made Ageha want to cry too. Instead he sat beside the bed until the sounds died down and Makoto’s breathing had slowed. Ageha then slipped off his jacket and gently drew back the blankets; he crawled onto the bed and arranged himself next to Makoto. His chest to Makoto’s back, one leg and arm wrapped around him for warmth and comfort. Ageha drew the blankets over their heads and nuzzled Makoto’s shoulder.
“Ageha” Makoto whispered sleepily.
“Sleep, I’m here” He replied.
Makoto let out a sigh of almost contentment and they slept.
Later Kiyoi brought up dinner for Makoto. Only to find the tow boys still asleep, foreheads touching and limbs entwined. Kiyoi smiled and left the plate on the chair Ageha had vacated. He back out of the room quietly.
“Oyasuminasai” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Title: Heart
Author: me!!
Fandom: RH Plus
Pairing: Makoto x Ageha
Rating: PG
Warnings: shounen-ai, hurt/comfort, fluff
Heart
He couldn’t stand to seem him like this; it made his stomach roil and his joints ache. Usually he could do something to make it better, make him laugh; wrap an arm around his shoulder…something.
But this time it was about his mother, the woman who abandoned her child to a real demon and caused the biggest cracks in Makoto’s soul. Now she was dead, causing the tiny plastic bandages that Makoto’s new family had managed to put on his soul, to be ripped off. The only person, who had showed him any kind of love and kindness before he met Ageha, was dead. Besides the gnawing feeling of total helplessness, Ageha hated the fact that that this woman who thought her own son was a demon was still first in Makoto’s heart.
Ageha wanted that place.
Listening to Makoto weep under the blankets, which he had drawn over his head, only made Ageha want to cry too. Instead he sat beside the bed until the sounds died down and Makoto’s breathing had slowed. Ageha then slipped off his jacket and gently drew back the blankets; he crawled onto the bed and arranged himself next to Makoto. His chest to Makoto’s back, one leg and arm wrapped around him for warmth and comfort. Ageha drew the blankets over their heads and nuzzled Makoto’s shoulder.
“Ageha” Makoto whispered sleepily.
“Sleep, I’m here” He replied.
Makoto let out a sigh of almost contentment and they slept.
Later Kiyoi brought up dinner for Makoto. Only to find the tow boys still asleep, foreheads touching and limbs entwined. Kiyoi smiled and left the plate on the chair Ageha had vacated. He back out of the room quietly.
“Oyasuminasai” he said as he closed the door behind him.