Bungou Stray Dogs Sicktember 2024

Dizziness/Vertigo - Junichirou

CW: Mentions of nausea and throwing up, but no graphic descriptions

Junichirou's Perspective

I can feel my stomach churning, and that familiar acidity rising in my throat. I'm going to be sick.

I knew I shouldn't have come along, the agency didn't even need me for this trip. It was Kenji who insisted that I come along so I wouldn't miss the dolphins in the bay. He doesn't know about my terrible motion sickness and being as spineless as I am, I couldn't say no to him.

Now I wish I had.

It's late afternoon but the summer sun is still high in the sky, the weather hot and sticky. My back aches and I feel lightheaded from being bent over the railing for so long.

Then I get an idea. It's probably stupid, but no one is paying attention to me so I should be safe. I plug in my earbuds and press the dial button for the first contact in my phone. At first, the ringing is uncomfortably loud then the call is answered and his voice fills my ear.

"Jun? You good? You only call if there's an emergency."

I don't answer right away, letting Michizou's warm voice wash over me. I swallow thickly.

"Junichirou?"

"Sorry," I whisper

"What for? You're not hurt, are you? Why are you whispering?" Panic enters his voice. I shake my head before remembering he can't see me.

"N-no. I'm-" My voice fades out as my stomach roils, threatening to send its contents back up. I think I'd die if I puked while talking to Michi on the phone, that'd be way too embarrassing. I shouldn't have called. "It's stupid. You can hang up if you're busy."

"I'm not. I'm at lunch with Gin and Higuchi. I'm glad you called too, cuz they were being all disgustingly lovey-dovey. And I'm sure whatever you called me for ain't stupid. What is it?" Despite the loud conversations around him, his voice is comforting.

"I . . . well, I'm getting motion sick and I think I'm gonna puke. I . . . uh . . . just thought that hearing your voice might distract me a bit." It sounds dumb as I say it.

He doesn't answer, the line crackles in silence.

"See, I told you it was stupid."

"No, it's not. Where are you? In a car?" His voice is calm now, with a serious tone and I can imagine his expression, cool as he thinks through the situation. The background is quieter now like he's stepped even farther away from wherever he was.

"On a boat, we're looking for evidence in a murder case that was dumped in the bay. The waves are bad today though, so . . ."

"So that's why we're whispering." I can see him nodding to himself. I smile at the thought, "Where are your meds?"

"I left them at home," I admit.

"Of course you did. I'd bring you some, but . . ." He laughs, the affectionate teasing sending warmth through me. "So what should I do?" The teasing turns to sympathy.

"Can we just talk? About anything." The desperation leaks through as another wave rocks the boat.

"Sure. . . ." He hums trying to think of a topic, I find myself tapping out the rhythm on the railing focusing on it instead of the rocking of the boat. He ends the melody with a flourish, "Today I ran into Elise, you know, the Boss's kid or whatever."

I turn on the camera and nod, still not trusting myself to speak. Michi seems to get it.

"Yeah, well she somehow bribed him to wear not only a maid outfit but a nurse outfit and one of those supposedly "sexy" devil costumes. She showed us all the pics. It was a riot but I felt kinda weird looking at them, you know. Like it was an invasion of privacy, and also if the Boss knows I saw them he might give me desk duty indefinitely."