Fanfic: staccato
Title: Staccato
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: My idea. That's all.
Beta: /
Pairing(s): Asou Haruto/Kusano Akira (but not really)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Warnings: none
Summary: Asou Haruto meets Akira
Author Notes: Nothing much. I just thought one day they should meet, because everyone should meet Akira at least once.
Staccato
Asou Haruto sits with slumped shoulders on a bench. He is looking at the ground and only sees the feet walking past him.
The people walk in a fast staccato. There is no hesitation or diversity.
They are all going to work. Asou isn't.
He is coming from there. All the people walking past him don't know. Don't know that last night a young girl had died because of a cruel disease.
Spinocerebellar degeneration.
She had reminded him so much of Aya. She had been bright and happy before he had put an abrupt end to it with telling her about her illness. Asou feels so guilty even if it is not his fault.
He wants to save his patients, but can't.
It still hurts like it had hurt in the very beginning.
Suddenly, a pair of feet stop in front of him and turn till the tips point in his direction. Asou stares at the shoes. They are the kind of shoes salarymen wear, but they are surprisingly dirty. Like the person ran through the mud previously.
The shoes move and walk towards him. They stop right in front of him.
The person wearing them kneels down and suddenly a bright and happy face is in his version.
"Hey." He is greeted.
"Yes?" Asou asks confused. He searches in this memory and tries to remember whether he had ever met this man in the hospital.
"I am Akira." The man happily introduces himself and his smile widens a little more.
"I am Asou Haruto." Asou says after a long pause.
Akira seems to be delighted by his answer.
"Haru-chan, are you sad?"
It's weird to get something like that asked by a total stranger and in such an impolite and direct language.
Brown, warm eyes look searchingly at him and Asou feels like crying. No one had ever asked him that after he had lost a patient. He is expected to be alright.
"Yes." He finally says. He doesn't know why he tells it this stranger who could be anyone, maybe even someone who is trying to con him.
Asou has his hands clasped together in front of him and Akira wraps his hands around them.
"There is always hope." The other tells him. One hand leaves his and Akira fiddles with his bag and gets something out.
He makes Asou take it into his hands.
"What...?"
"Soymilk. It's my only one. It makes a day brighter."
"I can't..." Asou has never expected to be given soymilk.
"It's a present." Akira says and makes him wrap his fingers around it. The other's hands are warm and comforting. The other doesn't make an understanding face like he pities him. No, he is looking at him like he wants him to smile.
Asou feels slightly warm inside and looks at the soymilk in his hands.
"Kon~" Akira says. The other gets up and runs away.
Slightly befuddled, Asou looks after the strange man.
The soymilk stands on his desk in his office for the rest of the day. Asou looks at it and wonders about his morning.
He is still sad, but he can't forget what Akira said to him.
"There is always hope."
It sounds terribly naive and Asou knows all too well it is not true, but it doesn't change the fact that he wants to believe in it.
He opens a patient file: Spinocerebellar degeneration.
Life can be a vicious circle, but Asou wants to hope. He wants to hope that there is hope.
The next morning he sits on the very same bench as the morning before. This time he watches the people walking past him carefully while holding a bag with fresh soymilk in his hands.
Asou is already scared he won't come, as he sees Akira.
The other bounces along his way, not in a staccato with which he blends into the crowed; no, with his very own rhythm and Asou gets up with a smile and walks towards him.
Not in a staccato either.
Note: Staccato is used in, for example, songs and it makes a note sound shorter and more abrupt. In the score it is marked through a little dot under the note. If someone can explain it better than that, you can sent me a message, but I figured maybe not everyone knows.
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: My idea. That's all.
Beta: /
Pairing(s): Asou Haruto/Kusano Akira (but not really)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Warnings: none
Summary: Asou Haruto meets Akira
Author Notes: Nothing much. I just thought one day they should meet, because everyone should meet Akira at least once.
Staccato
Asou Haruto sits with slumped shoulders on a bench. He is looking at the ground and only sees the feet walking past him.
The people walk in a fast staccato. There is no hesitation or diversity.
They are all going to work. Asou isn't.
He is coming from there. All the people walking past him don't know. Don't know that last night a young girl had died because of a cruel disease.
Spinocerebellar degeneration.
She had reminded him so much of Aya. She had been bright and happy before he had put an abrupt end to it with telling her about her illness. Asou feels so guilty even if it is not his fault.
He wants to save his patients, but can't.
It still hurts like it had hurt in the very beginning.
Suddenly, a pair of feet stop in front of him and turn till the tips point in his direction. Asou stares at the shoes. They are the kind of shoes salarymen wear, but they are surprisingly dirty. Like the person ran through the mud previously.
The shoes move and walk towards him. They stop right in front of him.
The person wearing them kneels down and suddenly a bright and happy face is in his version.
"Hey." He is greeted.
"Yes?" Asou asks confused. He searches in this memory and tries to remember whether he had ever met this man in the hospital.
"I am Akira." The man happily introduces himself and his smile widens a little more.
"I am Asou Haruto." Asou says after a long pause.
Akira seems to be delighted by his answer.
"Haru-chan, are you sad?"
It's weird to get something like that asked by a total stranger and in such an impolite and direct language.
Brown, warm eyes look searchingly at him and Asou feels like crying. No one had ever asked him that after he had lost a patient. He is expected to be alright.
"Yes." He finally says. He doesn't know why he tells it this stranger who could be anyone, maybe even someone who is trying to con him.
Asou has his hands clasped together in front of him and Akira wraps his hands around them.
"There is always hope." The other tells him. One hand leaves his and Akira fiddles with his bag and gets something out.
He makes Asou take it into his hands.
"What...?"
"Soymilk. It's my only one. It makes a day brighter."
"I can't..." Asou has never expected to be given soymilk.
"It's a present." Akira says and makes him wrap his fingers around it. The other's hands are warm and comforting. The other doesn't make an understanding face like he pities him. No, he is looking at him like he wants him to smile.
Asou feels slightly warm inside and looks at the soymilk in his hands.
"Kon~" Akira says. The other gets up and runs away.
Slightly befuddled, Asou looks after the strange man.
The soymilk stands on his desk in his office for the rest of the day. Asou looks at it and wonders about his morning.
He is still sad, but he can't forget what Akira said to him.
"There is always hope."
It sounds terribly naive and Asou knows all too well it is not true, but it doesn't change the fact that he wants to believe in it.
He opens a patient file: Spinocerebellar degeneration.
Life can be a vicious circle, but Asou wants to hope. He wants to hope that there is hope.
The next morning he sits on the very same bench as the morning before. This time he watches the people walking past him carefully while holding a bag with fresh soymilk in his hands.
Asou is already scared he won't come, as he sees Akira.
The other bounces along his way, not in a staccato with which he blends into the crowed; no, with his very own rhythm and Asou gets up with a smile and walks towards him.
Not in a staccato either.
Note: Staccato is used in, for example, songs and it makes a note sound shorter and more abrupt. In the score it is marked through a little dot under the note. If someone can explain it better than that, you can sent me a message, but I figured maybe not everyone knows.