Komahina-Spooky Oneshots For Each Day In October

Standing In Blood

   (depictions of c*tting)

 The phone rings.

Hinata's eyes flutter open, and he glances at the clock. It's just a little after three am.

He blindly paws around for his cell phone and rips it off of the charger, checking the caller ID.

"Komaeda. . ?" He holds it to his ear, "Hello? For fucks sake, it's three in the damn morning!"

A raspy chuckle comes from the other end of the phone. "I know. . .I'm sorry. But I did promise you a long time ago that I would say goodbye. . ."

Hinata bolts straight up in bed. "What do you mean by that?!" He demands.

"I. . .there's so much blood. There's no time. . ."

"What blood?!" Hinata throws back the covers, fumbling around for his shoes, "What time?! Komaeda, if you're bleeding out a lot, call an ambulance!"

"Huh? But. . .I don't want help."

"Are you fucking calling me to tell you you're in the middle of a suicide attempt?! Komaeda, where are you?!" He demands.

Komaeda doesn't answer.

"Nagito!"

Hinata dashes out of his house and out into his car. He turns his phone to speaker and tosses it into the passenger's seat before skidding out of his driveway.

Komaeda's mansion is about twenty minutes away, but if he's lucky, he can make it in ten.

"I'm sorry, Hinata. I just wanted to hear your voice one last time."

"Don't say that. Just keep your eyes open; I'm on my way now."

"Please don't try to save me. I want to-ah, die so bad-no, I need to."

"Komaeda, come on!"

The line is silent for a moment.

"Fine. I won't do anything more. If you're so desperate, I'll let you come. . .try and save me or whatever. But I won't do anything to prevent the death, okay?"

Hinata curses under his breath. "Dammit-fine! Just keep your fucking eyes open, okay?!"

"No promises. Goodbye."

Komaeda hangs up.

"Couldn't even stay on the fucking line-"

-

Thank God Hinata has a spare key to Komaeda's house.

He slams open the door and sprints towards the bathrooms first; where else is Komaeda going to be?

The brunet gets extremely lucky because the first bathroom he chooses is the one containing Komaeda.

He's half-standing, half-leaning against the wall, blood dripping down his arms to the tips of his fingers, leaking onto the floor.

"C-Careful where you step; the floor is covered in blood."

Hinata sighs, reaching under the sink and grabbing his First-Aid Kit. "Sit on the toilet seat, Ko." That is all he says in response.

"I feel so woozy."

"I'm sure."

The brunet starts cleaning Komaeda's wounds carefully.

"I'm sorry, Hajime."

"I know."

"I. . .I may need help."

Hinata pauses, looking up and meeting his gaze. "Okay. That's good. Real good. I can help you find a therapist or something, would you like that?"

"I-I guess. . .it's going to be so difficult getting all of this blood out of the floor."

"Probably. Tojo-san could probably help-"

"No! . . .Please don't tell anyone."

"I think you should go to the hospital, Ko-"

"No!"

"I'm going to slip in your blood. Alright, I'm going to bandage you up here now. And I think I'm going to spend the night here."

"If you feel that is best, Hinata," Komaeda yawns, "I'm so tired."

"Okay, I'm almost done here. I guess we can do our talking about this in the morning."

Komaeda groans. "Aw, do we have to talk about it?"

Hinata flicks his forehead. "Obviously."

"Ow."

"Alright. . .finished. Let's get you to bed, Ko."

"Hajime-"

"Nope, sleep now. Don't make me carry you to bed."

". . .Yes, sir."