Title: To Heaven
Theme: 2, Rainbows and Butterflies
Characters and Relationship (romantic or platonic): Shibata Taketora and Ochiai Takeo (light hints in this one)
Disclaimer : I don't own.
Summary: During one month in isolation, Ochiai dreamt.
Warning: Potty mouth, drama-verse (possible spoilers), juvenile detention center, dark themes
He spat the liquid in his mouth and squinted to see what it was. Whatever it was, it didn't look like saliva. A small sniff told him that it was obviously not saliva. After all, saliva didn't have that tinge of iron to it. Did he reopen an old wound? Or was it 'dried' blood that had just been collecting in his mouth?
The thoughts "How long has it been since I've been here?" and "For how much longer must I stay here?" swamped his mind. Escape was futile, he knew. But more than anything in the world, he wanted to leave here. Leave here and run far away. Far away to…
Taketora... If I were to appear, would you take me in?
He snorted at the thought and flinched as a muscle he didn't realize that he had began to ache. Shibata take him in? Like hell! The smaller teen had been only too glad to have thrown him aside. Without a backward glance, Shibata had left. Left and abandoned Ochiai to this fate.
Why did you betray me?
It was the one question that continued to hunt him. Why did Shibata leave? What had Ochiai done to cause Shibata to turn away? Sure, Ochiai shot and killed Shibata's father, but it wasn't like Shibata respected the old geezer or something. Not to mention Shibata had long betrayed Ochiai before then.
Ochiai's eyes slowly roamed across the isolation room. Empty and boring, he thought. There was a small window at the top, probably with bars in them to prevent escapes. Not that anyone would be able to escape after Kosugi's beating. Even Ochiai, who's had his fair share of wild battles, found it hard to move even a muscle.
Through the small window, the search light shone through, providing the only light in the otherwise dark room. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend that the search light was actually sunlight. Very faint sunlight, but sunlight indeed. Thinking of sunlight reminded him of that day…
"Taketora," Ochiai called, running after the smaller teen. "Slow down for a bit!"
But his friend didn't heed his call. Instead, his friend sped up. Annoyed at this game, Ochiai put an extra push into his steps. Because of his long strides, he was able to cut off Shibata from getting too far.
"Just where are you trying to go anyways?" Ochiai asked, annoyed.
Shibata grinned broadly. "Just be patient, Takeo. We're almost there."
"And where's there?"
Shibata had led him to a hill. In fact, not just any hill, but a grassy one. Actually, now that Ochiai looked closer, he realized that that wasn't grass. It was weed. Overgrown weed was covering the entire hill. Ochiai grumbled curses under his breath.
Typical Taketora. Doing something silly.
"Takeo," Shibata said, pulling on Ochiai's hands innocently. "Look."
It was a small white winged butterfly. It flew lazily around the weeds, as if nothing in the world mattered. Ochiai couldn't help but to be envious of that arrogance.
"I wonder if he gets lonely," Ochiai couldn't help but to comment.
Shibata giggled softly. "Then let's give him some friends," he declared. With that said, he released Ochiai's hands and began to run around the hill. "Look!"
The excitement in Shibata's voice was catching. Ochiai couldn't help but to be amazed as the insects, fearing Shibata's sudden rampage, leapt into the air. Butterflies of different colors littered the skies in a confusing array of colors. Dragonflies buzzed as they zipped through the air. Small nats scattered everywhere. And in the middle of the chaos of bugs, Shibata stood proudly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Takeo!" he called to his friend. "It's our own rainbow!"
Ochiai felt his heart warm by the words. He lifted his foot from the ground and took a step. Then slowly but surely, he took another one. And before he knew it, he was in front of Shibata, who was looking up at him with bright eyes. Hopeful eyes.
"We're… really pathetic, aren't we?" Ochiai mumbled softly.
Shibata scoffed. "What's wrong with it?"
"Nothing," Ochiai whispered. "There's nothing wrong with our rainbow made of butterflies."
He gathered Shibata in his arms, enjoying the warmth of the other. And just as softly, he whispered into his friend's ear.
Ochiai never answered Shibata's question. What was wrong with it? "It" was such a vague word. Shibata could have meant number of things. For one, he could have meant the butterflies. For another, he could have meant "What was wrong with being pathetic?" But really, there was only one 'it' that Shibata could have possibly been referring to. Ochiai chuckled softly, only to cough up some more liquid.
Nothing, Ochiai assured Shibata in his mind. There's nothing wrong with us.