Title: Boy Met Boy
Word count: 496 words
Pairing: Koyapi + the rest of NEWS
They had never been as apart as now. Somehow they were clinging to each other desperately, yet dry, cold and indifferent. What one did had little effect on the other, even though it was meant to invoke a reaction.
People were irritated, however, but couldn’t express their annoyance. One was like a mother; one was the leader. Both had protected, cared and kept harmony within. They were unhappy; unhappy also because they were unhappy.
The tension was unbearable, stifling and frozen, a languid predator toying. When someone is away, apart, the others feel restless, incomplete. But not more than the partners in question, as if their souls were linked by some immeasurable force they felt the other’s emotions.
The person in question today was Yamashita Tomohisa. NEWS, recently had earned a month long break. And nobody had contacted him for two days already. Yet it didn’t occur to him to contact the others. Or it did, but he wasn’t the type who would make the first move. Either way, he was somewhat glad with the break; he had been getting migraines recently and the break was perfect.
Frustrated, he went out and coincidentally met with Massu, Shige and Ryo. He tailed them, and went all the way to the hospital, where Koyama was.
Koyama was sniffling, and his eyes were red. Yamapi instantly felt an ache; his first thought was to rush forward and hug him and kiss him, but something held him back. He observed their movements a while more, where one by one each of them went into the room and came back out somewhat subdued, and a certain air of heaviness hung around.
He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, though he figured it was mostly to console Koyama. He felt just a tiny bit mean, because Koyama hadn’t contacted him for two days, and they had such a deep relationship. He decided to let him wait a while more, while he pondered about how he should comfort him.
A group of doctors and nurses ran past him, and he glanced at them, as if for inspiration. It struck, around ten seconds later, but he found them inside that room, the door was hurriedly left open.
He felt the uncanny air, and was apprehensive. The patient was apparently pronounced dead, and Yamapi walked in as Koyama flung back the sheets and fell on the person’s still body, tense, tired and silent cries ravaged his body. As Yamapi placed his consoling hand on him, he saw the patient’s face. That closed, somewhat peaceful features were a little sunken, savaged by illness and the body had finally succumbed to it. He saw the wet streak where tears had dried a trail. It led to those full lips were tinted with a greyness that indicated coldness.
His lips opened and closed like a fish trying to breathe, and stopped. Yamapi just wished for more time with Koyama, but other than that, he had no regrets.