[ Komahina | Hinakoma ] Oneshots

A Helping Hand - Hurt/Comfort

Komaeda has nightmares, and Hinata and Kamakura tries to help.

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Wounds...

Blood...

Black and white...

Rope...

Fire...

Gas...

You have to let go--

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Komaeda opened his eyes, eyes searching for someone. When eyes adjusted to dark, seeing that he was wasn't there, he placed himself into sitting position. Legs crossed and his arms wrapped around his stomach, he rubbed his stomach a few times before told himself that it was a nightmare. He grabbed the blanket and took it off him. He got of the bed and went to the balcony, clićhe but it helps him calm down. He went to the railing, leaning on it, he looks at nothing in particular. He's focusing on his breathing, 4 seconds for inhaling 7 seconds for holding it in and 8 seconds for exhaling, a techinque taught to him by Hinata. He never knew why Hinata taught him that, but he was very greatful for it. Once his breathing pattern seemed to slow down and his mind was pretty clear of any thoughts, he went back inside.

He closed the sliding door and pulled back the curtains, dimming the room except a light coming from behind him. He turned around and saw Hinata, staring at him with a glowing lamp beside him. Hinata made space on the shared bed and patted on the spot Komaeda was going to sleep on. Komaeda walked towards the bed and sat down, avoiding eye contact with Hinata. Hinata leaned over to the lamp and switched it off, Komaeda didn't move. Hinata hugged Komaeda from the back, "Sorry, I went to get a glass of water" He said. Komaeda shook his head, he didn't mind Hinata being gone. It was something else that woke him up. His hug tightend and Komaeda placed one of his hands on top of Hinata's, asuring him that nothing was wrong at the moment. Then all of a sudden Hinata's eyes became dull and his face was expressionless.

Now he was talking to Kamakura. It was an odd situation when a person's consiousness drifts and another consiousness comes. That was what Hinata and Kamakura were experiencing, they cannot control it and they can't do anything about it. At times he was speaking to Hinata and other times he was speaking to Kamakura. Two very diffrent people, with two very diffrent personalities. "Komaeda, did you have a nightmare?" Kamakura asked, lossening his grip on Komaeda. For Kamakura he went straight to the point when there was a problem, Hinata would try to get around the question and ask it subtly. He shook his head in denial, he didn't want Kamakura or Hinata to worry about him. Kamakuara was silent in thought, he removed his arms around Koamaed and continued to stare at him through the darkness of room.

"Is this your first nightmare? I assume it's not, correct?" He finally said, in his quiet yet forceful voice. Komaeda had no reason anymore to lie, he was talking to someone who has a great analytical abilities. Sorting out a lie in a statement would be as easy as breathing for him. Komaeda nodded his head, admiting to question. "So you've been having nightmares, since when?" He thought for awhile, he's had some nightmares ever since he was a kid but those were all in a blur now. The recent ones were more of memories than dreams, sort of like a living nightmare. A dark dreadful nightmare he onced lived in, it still came to huant him even after everything that's happend. "Before, during, or after the simulation?" Komaeda wondered what to answer, to him the truth seemed complicated. "It depends on the dream"