Another drabble collection, this time focusing on Takuya. Though the title is Rainy Days, it is not always necessarily taken literally, so bear that in mind. It may at times be quite figurative.
10 drabbles in here, so here's the first.
He never did like rainy days. Because he wasn't the type of guy who liked to sit around.
1 – Waiting out the Weather
He paced nervously around the hospital room, awaiting news, any news, though preferably good, on his friend's condition. Their friend, though only he and Kouji remained. Despite their protests, Tomoki, Izumi and Junpei were taken home minutes after the nurse at the reception had informed their parents of their presence, deemed unnecessary by the doctor who was now observing their sixth member.
'You may visit your friend tomorrow,' he said strictly. 'Family only tonight, and no-one will be seeing him until his condition stabilises and we're sure he's out of danger.'
Suffice to say, the protests fell on deaf ears. After all, one did not spend nineteen years in the profession without knowing how to deal with persistence.
Takuya's parents were on their way, his mother having waited for his father to arrive home, unwilling to leave Shinya alone and unwilling to take him with her.
And Kouji was family. So of course he stayed. Not to mention he had adamantly placed his foot down when his father had suggested the very thing.
The brunette could not blame the other, nor could he fault the others for wanting to stay, although neither their parents, nor the strict receptionist, following instructions, would hear of it. While the worst of it all was over; Lucemon had been defeated, and Kouichi, though clinically dead for a few precious minutes, had been alive when they saw last.
But his condition was still unstable, so although the storm had dwindled, it was still overcast.
And he loathed the wait. But he had to, for more reasons than one.
So he, along with Kouji, his father, stepmother and Kouichi's mother, were all waiting anxiously on the other's condition. As they had for the past fifteen minutes, though that time, to those waiting, felt far longer.
It was awkward, to say the least, and it made Takuya for all means and purposes feel like the fifth wheel. Minamoto Kousei and Kimura Tomoko were yet to exchange words further than a cordial greeting, and while Satomi comforted the other woman, Kouji seemed torn between anger at his father and longing for his birthmother.
Needless to say, Takuya did not fit into that little situation.
So he was quite thankful when his mother turned up soonafter, sweeping him into a hug while simultaneously smothering him in worry.
'Oh I was so worried,' she murmured into his hair. 'When the hospital called, I thought-'
'I'm fine 'kaa-san,' Takuya replied, somewhat muffled because he was pressed against his mother's chest. 'I wasn't the one hurt.'
'Oh, your friend.' She pulled away slightly, turning to look at the emergency room. 'Is he okay?'
She asked the room at large, so it was open to reply. Ultimately, it was Satomi, an arm still around Tomoko, who answered. 'There still hasn't any news,' she said quietly.
'Well...I'm sorry.' she sighed heavily. 'I guess we'd better go then.'
But as fate would have it, the doctor emerged before they made it to the exit.
'He's fine. There was a minor concussion, but no lasting brain damage, and nothing worse than a few bruises from his tumble down the stairs.'
And there was the silver light shining down on him, knowing that all those involved in the battle for both worlds had made it out alive, and in one piece.
After all, he couldn't deny he had been scared, and the anxiety had simply mounted as the waiting was prolonged.
But now the wait was over, and it was worth it. Lucemon was gone, Kouichi was fine, and the sun was free to rise on a new day. A new wind whistled to lead him towards a new adventure as the cloak of darkness settled upon the old with the setting sun, calling, waiting...
He let a wide smile spread on his face and his mother to escort him to the family car.