Flowers For An Old Friend; DabiHawks (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 5; I Know Him

*Dabi POV*

"Shit!" I cursed, watching Keigo fall to the ground.

No, Hawks, not Keigo.

I ran over to him, about to see if he was okay. Before I tried to shake him awake, I started nudging him with my foot.

"Hey, Birdie, you good?" No answer. "Come on, wake up." Still no answer. I sighed, kneeling down beside him and tried to pick him up. I almost fell over when I lifted him up, he was always stronger than me anyway.

His head rolled backwards and I adjusted my hold on him so he was closer to me.

"Alright Kei. I'm gonna get you somewhere safer." Sure, I may have wanted to kill him, but I never wanted to kill him. I, I don't want to kill him now, despite how easily I could. He was my best friend, the only one I trusted.

I started walking out of the alleyway away from the fire. I didn't want to be seen with Hawks. It could hurt one of us.

I started heading down one road towards this old warehouse. I had lived there for a few years, and no one had ever found me.

I wasn't getting there as fast as I wanted to due to the fact of I hadn't picked him up like this in nine years. I wasn't used to carrying a winged person anymore. Soon enough, we got there. I had no clue of why he passed out, but his breathing went back to normal and his heartbeat is steady as well.

Getting inside the warehouse, there was an old mattress on the floor in the corner. Random articles of clothing were thrown about, not like I had much to begin with. I headed to the mattress and tried to remember what to do in cases like this.

Okay, so he passed out. I'm supposed to loosen anything that could be restricting his breathing. I looked over him to see if there was any clothing that needed to be loosened. I unclipped his belt before reaching up to his neck to see if his shirt was too tight. I wiggled one finger underneath the cloth before using my other hand to rip it down to his collarbone.

I placed one hand on his chest gently and felt for his heartbeat. It was still fine, and he was still breathing too. Then why did he pass out?

Oh wait, the flowers.

He likes someone, and they don't like him back. That sucks.

I started to go back into a different room to get something to eat. Sure, you're not supposed to leave someone in his condition like that, but worse comes to worse he'll die here.

Yeah, I don't really want that.

It didn't make sense. I was so dead set on killing him earlier. Why couldn't I just do it. Even now, he was laying there defenceless in the other room. And yet,I still can't bring myself to harm him.

All it would take is one good aimed shot, he wouldn't feel a thing. But I just can't. I don't get it.

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*Hawk's POV*

It smelled, different. Dust and humidity, it was weird. I opened my eyes before imediently closing them as not to hurt them. I opened my eyes slower this time and glanced around. I was in some sort of storage room.

My wings hurt slightly due to the position I was in, laid flat out on my back on top of a mattress. I could feel the rip at the top of my shirt and realized quickly that my belt was undone. My eyes quickly zoomed around the room looking for whoever had brought me here.

I stood up a bit too suddenly, my vision going black for a second. I opened my wings defensively and started to walk around the room. Clothes and paper were scattered around. However, something on the paper caught my eye.

Dear Keigo,

Maybe it was just some sort of coincidence or something? But no, at the bottom was a name that was all too familiar.

-Touya

Whoever brought be here knew Touya, or Touya brought me here. There were more letters all over the floor, so I started to read them. They were addressed to me after all.

Dear Keigo,
  
            I know I haven't been talking to you lately, and I wouldn't judge you if you don't want to talk to me after six years. I just want to say, I'm proud of you. Really proud.

          I don't know why, but I'm always so happy when I see you on the news. I guess it just tells me you're safe, I don't know. Nowadays, I don't really have much else to do. Every day is all the same now, like I'm trapped in some weird time loop. I wake up, I eat, I run, I sleep, repeat.

          Honestly, I'm happier this way. Sure, life was bearable, but the parts without you there were horrible. I would trade anything to be able to just live at the park and spend every day with you.

           -Touya

Dear Keigo,

            I didn't really think this through when I started writing, so, I don't know. I fucking miss you, I guess.

-Touya

Dear Keigo,

           I did something bad. I don't know what I'm supposed to do to fix it. I can't go back. Keigo, I, I don't know what to do. I-

The rest of the letter was ripped away. I felt my throat start to itch and my chest ached. I dropped the letter, coughing as soon as I let go. More petals, more and more. It made me sick.

I was getting worse, I didn't even know how long I had to live at this point. My case was getting so bad so quick, I didn't know how long I had.

I heard a door start to open and I jumped back, sharpening a feather while still coughing slightly.

I was extremely disappointed when the person who came through the door wasn't Touya. No, instead, it was Dabi.

And yet, the petals didn't stop.

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