dum spiro, spero

chapter 2

|| akutagawas pov for this chap!! ||

I couldn't move. I was in shock, eyes widened and the voices in my head telling me to run to him. To hold him. To tell him everything will be okay. To help him. To save him. But my body was glued to the floor, watching him in horror. My heart was in my stomach, a deadly pit filling me from the inside.

I shouldn't care. I hate him. I hate his weird haircut. I hate how kind he is despite the cruelty he's experienced. I hate how easy it is to feel comfortable around him. I hate how he makes my heart fuzzy when he smiles.

I hate how he made me care about him.

I broke out of my trance and rushed to his side. His eyes had closed, and blood marks dotted around his figure on the floor. I kneeled in front of him, taking him into my arms. His skin felt soft, disregarding the ragged scars cut into it. Blood stained my shirt, but that was the least of my worries right now. His breathing was slowing at an alarming rate. His body was shaking, spasming out. I sucked in a panicked breath, my hands shaking slightly too. I felt for a pulse, begging to whatever watched over us that there was still one. The heavens must have heard my prayers, because a light thud was still pulsing through his veins, trying to keep him alive for as long as he could manage. A breath i had been unconsciously holding passed through my lips, albeit staggered.

Acting with impulse leading my head, i picked him up. More blood had seeped into my clothes, but my main focus was getting him to the ADA doctor. It wasn't too late, someone would have to be there, wouldn't they? Without a second thought, i walked out his door, his unconscious self in my arms.

Somehow, Yokohama was more lively at night. Police sirens and drunken words filled the night. Clouds coated the sky, resulting in the moon letting off an eerie glow. I briskly walked through the streets, taking the back alleys. Would it seem suspicious if a highly-ranked mafia member was seen with his unconscious, near dead enemy in his arms? The answer was obvious, so I decided to take a route that would minimise any public interaction or questioning.

Finally, the ADA building came into view. it wasn't as big or menacing as the Port Mafia base, but it still managed to send shivers down my spine. I burst through the doors and pulled myself into the lift, keeping my grasp on atsushi's body firm. I repeatedly searched for a pulse, and the light thumping kept me at as much ease as it could. After what seemed like years, we reached the fourth floor. I opened the door to his office and to my suspicions, multiple members were still seated at their desks.

They flinched at the sudden intrusion. All apart from the black haired one at the back. He had a stick of pocky in his mouth and looked completely unbothered. A man with blonde hair stood up and looked me in horror.

"..what. have you done."

He whispered. I was about to defend myself when the black haired person jumped off his desk and stood in front of the other.

"He didn't do anything to Atsushi-kun."

The blonde looked extremely suspicious but sighed and backed off. The black haired one turned to me.

"Dr. Yosano is in that room."

He pointed to a door in the corner. Through my panic, i managed to politely nod a thanks and walked over. I opened the door and walked in.

The doctor turned and her eyes widened. Without questioning why a Mafia executive was in her room, she rushed over and took atsushi from my arms. While my body was glad to have a break from the weight, my head was spinning and telling my body to move and get him back. I quietened that voice and stood silently while I watched the doctor, heart racing with fear.