Sunshine Traitor (ENG)

Chapter 24: Denki Kaminari

I think I should stop setting deadlines for writing fanfiction, because then I never upload on time. I wanted to finish this last year, but then exams came, and it became a little busy... But I am back again, with the last chapter.

The last few chapters were pretty angsty, but this one is pretty fluffy, I promise. A little angst, but also fluff.

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Everything hurts and he cannot make out what is above or below. He never thought dying would be painless, but he would also never have been able to prepare for what he was now undergoing. The world seems to be swimming around him, his body no longer listens to his brain and his senses are overloaded with stimuli: he feels pain everywhere but cannot seem to specify from where exactly it comes, he hears tunes and bleeps, and his mouth is as dry as the Sahara. He tries to open his eyes, but quickly closes them again against the bright light. Was this what it felt like to die? This was just pure chaos.

He remembers the method Hitoshi used a few times to help him during a panic attack and he wonders if that would help here too. Hitoshi. Denki hopes from the bottom of his heart that he is okay. But the heroes came to help them, Hitoshi was saved, he is sure of that. It must be. Focus Denki, focus on your senses.

Five things he can see, but he doesn't want to open his eyes back in that bright light. Better to focus on his other senses first.

Four things he can feel: he feels a stabbing pain in his body, but he still finds it hard to say exactly where it comes from. He also feels something soft and something warm and he feels stiffness, in his arms perhaps?

Three things he can hear: he can distinguish two different tunes, each making sounds at their own regular rhythms, machines perhaps? He focuses again and he also seems to hear a voice, a voice that calms him down. The voice looks familiar to him and seems to say his name. Hitoshi? He knows that is impossible, but Denki still finds some comfort in hearing the voice of his beloved as he dies.

Two things he can smell: it is difficult to make out individual scents, but the first scent he catches strongly reminds him of disinfectant. He tries to ignore that smell in search of a second one and eventually he can catch a whiff of lavender. Hitoshi always smelt of lavender. This thought makes him sad. Why didn't they have more time together? Why did it have to end this way?

One thing he can taste: his mouth is still very dry, but when he focuses and lets his still slowly wander through his mouth, he tastes a slightly metallic taste, dried blood? He tries to remember what happened, but it is all so vague in his mind. He slowly tries to open his eyes again and he blinks a few times against the still bright light. He can distinguish a few patches of colours in the large white expanse: a green one and an orange or red one, but the one that catches his attention the most is the purple one that seems to float almost right in front of his nose.

He hears his name again. Was the purple spot speaking to him? Was he going mad in the afterlife? Or in hell, because that's where he belongs after everything that happened. "Denki!" The purple spot sounds like Hitoshi, but huskier and raspier. He blinked his eyes a few more times, hoping to focus his vision. "Denki!" The longer he stares at the purple spot, the more he effectively begins to resemble his beloved purple-haired friend. "Denki!"

Hitoshi?

"Oh god, Denki," the purple spot comes closer, and he feels a weight fall on him like a warm and safe blanket. "I'm so glad you're finally back awake."

"Hi-to-shi" Now he hears his own voice, which sounds even more husky than the purple speck's or Hitoshi's.

"Yes, I am here," he coughs for a moment, "everything is okay, you are safe, promise."