Oikawa Tooru was born a vampire and Iwazumi Hajime a werewolf, yet a fierce and steadfast bond has been formed between these two who couldn't be more different. Growing up together throughout the years it has grown into something far stronger and mo...
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~Iwazumi POV~
I sat watching him. It seemed like minutes but as I checked the clock I saw it to be hours. It was the second day he'd been out cold and I could do nothing... I felt powerless. He looked so dead as he slept, it wasn't like his usual sleep, child-like, fitful, blissful, he was always moving around when he slept, it was hardly tolerable when they would share a bed. But now he was still and it pained me.
Suddenly he roused, his eyelids fluttering.
"Oikawa" I called softly, he moaned quietly trying to sit up before he let out a pained cry.
"Tooru what's wrong?" I rushed out in a panicked, I didn't know what to do, how to help him.
"My knee..." He winced his whole body visibly tensing.
"You need blood" I grabbed the glass at his bedside offering it to him, I had been maintaining it since I'd brought him home because I knew he'd need it.
"No" He waved me off wincing as he tried to scoot away. It was nearly impossible to remember what happened while you were a wolf, mostly because wolves didn't really have memories. Which meant right before the change things got fuzzy too, but this moment sparked a memory from before I lost it.
"Why had you been so weak?" My expression darkened as I put the glass down as his bedside table.
"Excuse me?" Oikawa nearly scoffed, how he managed to put so much sass into it when he was in this state was beyond me.
"Why hadn't you been feeding properly?" I couldn't look him in the eye as I said this, it was hard to have these conversations but I swear he was like a kid, I couldn't trust him to take care of himself. I could trust him with my life, but not his own.
"That doesn't matter, you're okay" He croaked out.
"BUT YOUR NOT!" I couldn't contain my own anger as I snapped at him. The hurt in his eyes made guilt well up inside of me but I tried so hard to suppress it, I couldn't let him do this to himself anymore. It was like his resolve broke as he realized I wasn't going to let it go.
"Because I hate it" ,I could only look at him to elaborate, "I hate that part of myself that is driven purely by instinct, that thinks only of my next meal". He looked away sheepishly rubbing his arm, Oikawa was now the one who would not make eye contact.
"But you almost died because of it Oikawa" I needed him to understand, but I wasn't him. I couldn't articulate my thoughts with eloquence and spout my most inner thoughts in a clear and concise way.
"But I didn't" ,Oikawa spoke lightly, "and I'm fine". I couldn't believe he was seriously trying to make me believe that load of bullshit. I just sat there shaking my head.
What do I say?
I can't.
I felt completely and utterly helpless. When it came to him it was like drawing a blank over and over and over again. I understood him better than anyone else and yet it was like no one really knew him.
"Why do you get to pick and choose what you share with me?!" Tears were welling up in my eyes and I tried to hold them back briefly wiping them away with my sleeve. His face contorted in a sort of guilt and reluctance.
"I don't care who you lie to, I know reputation matters to you but it shouldn't with me, drop that shit with me Tooru, don't you trust me?!" My voice was hoarse and strained, I scarcely recognized it.
"I trust you" He nodded, his voice soft.
"Then feed from me" I held out my arm to him in an act of pure instinctual drive for his dependence. I needed him and I wanted him to need me too, it was incredibly selfish but I had to make sure.
"What? You're insane" His eyes were wide, almost as if he was scared.
"DO IT! If I can't trust you to feed yourself than I'll fucking do it" There was that authority in my own voice again, like the night with Kageyama.
"Iwa...." He tried to shy away from he winced again as he moved his knee.
"That was a buck shot! It blew out your whole knee, even if you feed it'll never be the same" I growled in my own anger and frustration with him. He took a shaky breath and leaned over letting his soft and tender lips caress my forearm. I felt a shiver go down my spine and I shut my eyes tight wanting to block whatever feeling that was.
"You're scared... I... I can't do this to you" He had read my emotions completely wrong for the first time. With that I elongated my nails and nicked my own wrist forcing his mouth onto my wrist. He fought me but I knew he gave in as I felt him bite in. It was certainly an odd but not entirely unpleasant experience.
He pulled away his fangs exposed and a stream of blood running from the corner of his mouth. He smirked bitterly wiping the blood from his mouth.
"And they say I'm the crazy one" I could tell he was angry but he already looked less pale.
"You're the one who makes me crazy dumbass" I laughed humorlessly. He just closed his eyes and laid his head back exhausted.
"Hajime I just want to sleep" A tear escaped from his closed eyelid as more began to stream down. I cautiously crawled onto his bed, careful not to jar his knee too much though he already seemed to be in less pain, and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Not everything that happens is your fault, you don't have to bear the weight of the world Tooru" I spoke quietly as to not disturb him. He just nodded letting his head rest on my chest, and I couldn't help my run my fingers through his hair.
Soon enough I fell asleep with him in my arms, it was a small relief from everything that had happened.
Author's Note:
Hope this chapter made sense? Anyway I wanted to throw some fluff and angst in there, just wait till I involve the other schools. Also anyone watching the Winter Olympics?
