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maple freya
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Fandom: Slam Dunk
Summary: He had wanted it to be a surprise, and it came just as that. It did surprise his lover out of his wits straight into the hospital bed. SenRu. Oneshot.
Author: maple freya
Pairing: SenRu
Rating: PG
Approx. word count: 998
Note: written for 25phrase community at lj. Phrase #02: "Can it fit?"
He could almost already see what awaited him the moment he stepped within close range of the ominously pissed young man. But he knew there was no other way to go about this—and no better time to do it but now...
I’m good.
...Even if it killed him in the act...
I can do this.
...Or the act itself killed him.
After gulping down the anxious lump that rose to his throat at the mere thought of what his lover might do to him, the visibly trembling Ryonan captain pushed the door open and stepped into what could well be his last living fortress on earth.
Sure enough, the silent glare that his lover greeted him with upon the initial lock-eye nearly sent him plummeting into a one-way trip down to hell almost instantly. The room seemed to close in on him like the hands of the devil himself folding into a fist fully intent at squeezing every bit of life out of his pathetic existence.
“K-Kaede...”
“Out.” There was not much emotion in that voice—no spite nor anger—but it cut through him like a triple-edged knife all the same.
“B-But Kaede!” he screeched desperately, rushing to the bedside for fear of having his poker-faced lover resort to pushing the emergency call button and getting some reinforcement in to take him out.
“You nearly killed me y’know,” Kaede Rukawa mumbled under his breath, wholly focusing his invasive, bone-deep glare on the decrepit hospital blanket he was clutching like a helpless enemy in his hands. He didn’t really seem to want to fall so low as to be asking anybody’s help in getting rid of him.
“I didn’t mean to do that, and you know it!” Akira whined in his defense, his face betraying a tad of the annoyance he felt at having to explain himself again for the umpteenth time.
Not that he was complaining, really. But it wasn’t like his lover was willing to cut him some slacks either way.
Telling by the silence that followed his last remark, it was clear enough that Kaede was not gonna waste time in arguing with him anymore, and would rather gaze gravely at the walls as though willing them to fall on him and squish him flat.
Flat and very dead.
He knew he should’ve known better than to open his mouth.
He should’ve been wiser than to step into this lair at the height of his lover’s anger.
But most of all, he should’ve had more sense not to put that thing in the cake he had served his lover five hours ago.
Akira couldn’t help grimacing at the encroaching memory that crashed on his thoughts like a malfunctioning aircraft ablaze. There were only a few occasions when he felt like hitting himself with a baseball bat on the head was the greatest favor he could ever do for humanity—and this was one such occasion.
“Moron.”
“K-Kae-chan...” He could already feel the onset of tears stinging the back of his eyes. Unconsciously, he slipped his hand into one of his pockets and pulled out the innocent little trinket that was the cause of all his strife, stealthily looking at it as though channeling every bit of his fault into its metallic confines.
An act that did not escape his lover’s keen scrutiny.
“Was that it?”
“Huh?” A little startled at the sudden escape of words from his lover’s rarely parted lips, Akira stared at his lover with what he felt was his dumbest expression yet.
“That thing...was that what I choked on?” Kaede’s voice was grim with a curious undertone as he shot him with a suspicious frown.
Akira could barely keep the tinge of embarrassment from touching his face as he nodded his head and was barely able to force the answer through his mouth, “H-Hai.” He did not even attempt to hide the thing from his lover anymore.
The silence that ensued nearly choked out what little will to live was left in the poor guy’s nerves. Seeing Kaede’s brows dip deeper into the bridge of his nose as though wanting to stick together in fierce revolt made Akira want to pass out completely and take that earlier trip down to hell.
“A ring,” the younger guy suddenly spoke pensively, snapping his eyes back to the walls to save his lover from completely losing his breath. “What kind of a moron would put a fucking ring in his lover’s cake?”
“K-Kaede...” Akira knew he was acting out a part that did not fit his stature as a man, but he would be his silliest, and sissiest if it meant winning his Kae-chan’s affection back. “I—I was—It was—”
“You’ve been watching too much television.” There was a sudden softening in the foxy-lad’s voice. It was almost as though he could even smile in amusement.
And it was the moment that Akira knew his lover was finally starting to figure out the nobility and sincerity of his failed cause.
The silence that followed this time served as a catharsis of sorts, a way for them to clear out the fog of apprehension and enmity between them and finally see each other once again as the couple they had been and were forever destined to be.
Akira finally rediscovered enough of himself to let his lips turn up into the smile that had been his initial pass into winning his lover’s heart—and that which he was hoping would be enough to regain it back this time around.
And as for Kaede, he finally looked up and met his lover’s eyes with the calmest look on his face and the tiniest smile on his lips as he held out his hand and said, “I wonder, though, can it fit?” #
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