Thus Always To Tyrants | Daisuga

Sixteen

Bye this book is becoming really long---
Oh well!

Asahi stepped into Daichi's house, the smell of sickness was heavy in the air turning the corner he saw Daichi with thick eye bags watching over his ill lover. Asahi put his hand on Daichi's shoulder only to get a heavy sigh as his friend looked over at him.

"It's been four days and he hasn't gotten any better.."
"I'm sure it'll be okay Daichi."

A hoarse cough left the silverette as he rolled onto his side with a shiver, Asahi felt bad for him, looking over at Daichi he turned heading back out the door pulling a bag off his horses back. Inside was herbs which the town healer had given him for this job, lots of people within the area had fallen ill. Children, elders and weak people had begun being killed off by this sickness, Asahi didn't want to tell Daichi but he was afraid he already knew what would come of Suga.

He set the bag down onto the table as the large yet tired Dane walked over looking down at it. "Will it help him?"

"This is the last of the healers supplies, it should work. She even put some herbs that she rarely uses because they're hard to find."

Without a word they went to work, creating something they both hoped would help Suga feel better. But as the days passed and it began to get colder, they both knew it. "Daichi he isn't gonna live through the winter."

"Uh, yeah, I know.."
Asahi winced at the numb tone of his friend, Daichi's throat was sore, he too was taking medicine. When nothing worked Daichi had stopped taking it, now he sat at the end of Suga and his bed, leaning over his lips pressed against the silverette's warm forehead. The boy's auburn colored eyes slightly gleamed as he looked up at Daichi with a weak laugh, his pale and thin arms wrapped around the heavily built Dane. "I love you Suga."

"Yeah.." Suga brushed away some of Daichi's hair  from his forehead before gently pressing his forehead against Daichi's. "I love you too."

The two sat like that for a while, just enjoying each others company, Daichi's hand moved up softly pressing against Suga's rose colored cheek, he frowned as a cough left the boy. "Lets get you to bed, Suga."

There was no protest, no attempt to stay up a little longer, instead Suga let himself be laid onto the bed as a fur was place upon him, he shivered as the cold breeze from outside slipped through a window.

His eyes felt heavy as he stared at the wall, he smiled as he closed his eyes feeling Daichi's arms wrap around him.

"I love you?"
"Yeah, I love you too."

......

Oikawa breathed in the salty wind that battered at the sea, a smile tugged at his lips, he felt free. More than he ever did as a king. Looking to his side he smiled at the sailor, who held a bored and unamused expression. "So this is what it's like isn't it Iwa? To sail across the sea without a care of where we're going?"

The spiky haired sailor stifled a small smile, Oikawa laughed. "Aw, Iwa don't be shy c'mon."
"Kawa I'll beat yer ass if you keep talking like that."

Oikawa rolled is eyes as he put his hands on his hips. "This is amazing Iwa, really it is."

Iwaizumi watched his childhood friend look down at the sea with a happy smile. "Yeah, I agree."

....

A year had passed, wild flowers grew around Suga's grave, Daichi sat in front of them in his hands he held a necklace he had promised the boy. Next to him sat the silverette, his ghostly form wasn't visible to others but Daichi smiled. "Haunting me hm?"

"Eh maybe, kinda miss my big scary Dane."
Daichi rolled his eyes and scoffed as the cold of the spirit's hand brushed through his unbraided hair. "I'll wait here for you Daichi, I promise."

"I'll catch up with you soon Suga."

"No need to rush, live your life."
With a small gust of wind Suga was gone, leaving Daichi alone at the grave, with a sigh he put the necklace around his neck tightly holding it.

 "I wont rush it, for the both of us."