Second Chances

Part 9

As he washed his hands, Hira calmed himself and considered his options. There was only so much he could take. He had to leave NOW! 

Leaving meant passing both Yohei and Kiyoi, even that asshole who touched him. If he did it again, he would become violent. He hadn't touched another man in anger since they had ganged up on Kiyoi in high school but it meant nothing to do so, if it meant he would be safe. 

Safe... after Kayama kissed him, no one would ever touch him again, unless it was Kiyoi!

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to the hallway, and slowly, with his usual deliberate tread, walked into the main bar area. As his eyes adjusted to the lower  lighting, he saw Kiyoi on the floor, and three people around him.

His breath caught and panic filled him. He ran, all reason gone from his mind. 

Hira pushed someone out of the way, as he knelt down beside Kiyoi. "Kiyoi? Are you all right?" Carefully, he bent forward, listening for any sound. There was something, but it wasn't from Kiyoi, all he did, was roll towards the sound of his voice, his hand reaching out. 

A gentle hand touched Hira's shoulder, to get his attention and he looked up. Yohei. "Hira, Sou Kiyoi has a fever. He acted today that way. We tried to get him to go home early but he just kept saying he was fine."

Shaking his head, Hira didn't say anything, just picked Kiyoi up. Once he cradled him carefully in his arms, shocked at how light he was, he said, "Taxi."

It was Aoshima who called for the taxi. Aoshima then stood back, observing. He was right. There was no way to interfere between these two. They needed to work out whatever issue was the problem. Instead, he bowed low, as he held the door open for Hira to carry Kiyoi out. "Hira?" He called out, and waited for him to acknowledge him.

Hira only stared at him. 

Aoshima gave him a small half smile. "I'm sorry. I thought if I could make Kiyoi jealous, he might actually explain what the fuck was going on. I didn't know he was ill today. Good luck." He bowed again and disappeared into the theater. 

Hira sighed, looking down at the pale, beautiful man in his arms. He was taking Sou Kiyoi back to his house. 

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Kiyoi faded in and out of consciousness. At times, he could swear he was with Hira, at others, alone, forever alone... 

Coolness came and went, words were spoken and gone... dreams came and went. 

Gentle warm eyes watched him softly, wiping his forehead, his hands, his chest... A deep voice, with single words, "Up, lean, eat, sleep,..." 

Snuggled, feeling safe, Kiyoi slept better than he had in years. 

He never wanted to wake up from this dream, a dream Hira that held him safely, kissed him, wanted him!

He was sure that it was just a new dream to torture him. There was NO WAY in hell that Sou Kiyoi would be in bed with Kazunari Hira!

Not in this lifetime...

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Hira had never actually took care of a sick person and worried if he should take Kiyoi to the hospital. Kiyoi's temperature wasn't THAT high, though... so there had to be something else going on. 

How thin he was... when was the last time he actually ate? 

Carefully making rice porridge, Hira stood at the stove and pondered. Was he the best person to help Kiyoi? He had already been on the internet and searched out what to do. He had been to the pharmacy, purchased the fever aids asked the best way to feed a patient.