9:30 AM, August 20, Japan. Hospital:
With the cool breeze passing over his face, Touma gives the first signs that he is waking up. With his eyes already open, he shifts his gaze to the space where he is. Everything was white! White walls, white curtains, white sheets and white doors.
When at last, he became fully aware, he rose abruptly.
-Where am I? He puts his hand over his head. -Do not wait! The right question is: Why am I here? "He lies down again." He had a headache and dizzy.
He relaxed on the bed, and soon realized that one of the devices was beeping. Minutes later, a nurse appeared in his room. Quickly, he had the answer to what this thing was for. The nurse saw him with her eyes closed, so she thought about leaving. But she was surprised then when Touma spoke:
"Hey, how did I get here? he asks with his eyes still closed.
"Well, sir, I'm not the right person to answer. — She speaks serenely and continues. -Wait a second. I will warn you that you are awake. "She leaves shortly thereafter."
Touma sighs and looking straight at that window, crossed the thought of running through it. But he felt his body a little weak. Besides, he wanted explanations from Hiroshi about this. What happened? Why, did he feel like he was forgetting something?
A few minutes have passed and his assistant opens the door and enters the room. He settles into a chair, which was right next to Touma's bed.
—What a delay! What did you do? Already signed and settled the account? I want to leave as soon as possible! He says sulkily, turning to Hiroshi's direction.
Hiroshi, his expression was serious. He was holding some papers and reading them, and while he was doing that he took turns looking between the papers and Touma. He sighs and crosses his legs.
—Insomnia and missing a few meals. He speaks and arches an eyebrow. "Is it serious, Touma?" You have to take better care of yourself!
-There is? I do not know what you're talking about! He looks back at the window and rests his arm over his head.
—Don't play dumb! You know very well what I'm talking about. He pauses. -What is happening? Why aren't you sleeping and eating well?
No response was received. The silence persisted, even when the black-haired man pressed the question.
—Come on, Touma! Answer me! He raises his voice. —Your health is also my responsibility!
Hearing that, Touma turned towards her, and glared at him.
"I didn't hire you to invade my personal life!" she yells and Hiroshi is startled.
Seeing that attitude of Touma, Hiroshi bites his lower lip. He ruffles his hair and loosens his tie, takes off his glasses.
-Ready! I'm not like your boring, straight-forward assistant anymore. He pulls Touma by the arm. "Now I'm like your best friend! Are you going to tell me what's going on or not?
Touma, pulled Hiroshi by the collar of his shirt and with that, faces approached him. The two stared at each other. Touma, had lavender eyes and while Hiroshi had navy blue eyes. They didn't look away, their eyes not even for a second. Because whoever did... would lose!
Feeling dizzy, Touma was the first to falter. He let go of his assistant's shirt and slowly closed his eyes. Finally, he passed out again, and fell onto Hiroshi's shoulders.
—Touma, you idiot! Making an effort, not recovering properly! He picks him up and puts him back on the bed.
After doing that, he sits back in the chair, but this time in a more laid-back way. He looks up at the ceiling and sighs.
"Well, at least he hasn't changed since then.
Lost in his thoughts, Hiroshi hears a knock knock at the door, and quickly straightens his hair, tie and glasses. He sits up straight and gives the sign he can enter.
She was the nurse last time.
"Mr. Fudou, hadn't he woken up?" confused question. Since this is the last time, he seemed to have woken up.
"Yes, there already was. But he preferred to rest a little longer. He smiles thinly.
The woman bowed and withdrew.
-Touma, when you get out of here, I want a raise! You are too much work! —speaks and laughs right away.
10:00 AM, August 20th. Still in the hospital.
Touma, wake up again and faster than the last time.
-Where? Where is that bastard! He gets out of bed and heads for the door. She snaps it open and finds Hiroshi. -There you are! She pulls him into the room.
"What are you doing standing up? -Hiroshi, asks already pushing him to bed. "You have to rest!"
"You're still going to pay me, Hiroshi! "He threatens to lie down."
-Yes Yes. I owe you a spanking. "He speaks carefree." Since this was the only way to calm Touma's nerves further. —Tomorrow you will be discharged. So rest for now.
The man, with the untidy hair, was content with that news and fell asleep peacefully.
Hiroshi, watched him sleep for a while, and when he finally withdrew; he brushed the bangs out of Touma's face.
6:30AM, August 21st, Japan. Touma's Apartment:
Touma, woke up very early and in a good mood. Since, he would finally set foot in that place. He didn't like the air, the hospital. It caused a certain shiver.
He put on his clothes and left the hospital. The girl at reception tried to stop him but ignored her. And she just said:
"My assistant, take care of it later. He waved without looking and walked with one hand in his pocket.
He finally returned to his apartment. The first thing he did was sit on the couch and wonder what he was about to forget.
When finally, Hiroshi appeared according to a boy the feeling of was and almost his spirit as well.
And even! That woman gave me another problem!
Think Touma.
—Ah, Hiroshi! Good to see you, but can you tell me what you're doing with a child? He points to the child and smiles nervously at Hiroshi.
"Well, he's your son! And as a parent, you have to take care of it! - He explains with a huge smile on his face. "He stayed with me while you recovered. But now he stays with you.
The boy played with Hiroshi's hair. After a few moments, he looked towards Touma. He had violent eyes like his father's and black hair. His cheeks were fluffy and had a reddish hue.
Hiroshi, walked towards Touma and he even considered running away, but where would his pride go if he ran away from a child? He stayed still, but with each step Hiroshi took he got more and more scared.
Hiroshi stopped and motioned for Fudou to take the boy. But he doesn't pick up and say:
"He is not my son! "You stare at his assistant and he just sighs.
—Don't be bullshit, Touma! Ugly thing to say! He is a lot like you. Touma rolls his eyes and Hiroshi practically throws the boy into Touma's arms.
To keep the child from falling, Touma holds him. At first it was awkward and from the boy's expression he was sure to be uncomfortable. Then the boy wraps his arms around Touma's neck and he fixes the way he was holding him.
Feeling comfortable, the boy smiles.
Touma, you feel strange holding a child. It was the first time he had held one. It wasn't all bad. He felt light. He watched the boy, who played with his hair.
"Hey, be careful not to curl my hair any further. the boy warned, pulling him away from her hair. -He understood? -question.
The boy does not respond and makes no sign. Only, he turns his face away.
Touma, gets annoyed with this attitude and wanted to play it again for his assistant. But that would definitely piss off his friend and he didn't want to play with him. He does tcs with his mouth and squints his eyes.
—His name is, Fuyuki Tanaka. He's two years old and probably doesn't know how to speak yet. So he has patience. he asks and heads towards the door. He stopped and watched the expression of Touma holding the child. He lets out a laugh and walks away.
Looks like this kid is going to be a big headache for Touma. At the same time, he will save what was lost some time ago. It's been a while since I've seen him with that expression. It is the expression, which does when one is feeling unknowable. In time, I hope he will give this feeling a name.
Hiroshi, think.
—Oh, so your name is Fuyuki. Well, looks like I just found out that woman has a bad taste for a name. — He teases and lies down on the couch. Put the boy on him and sleep.
Fuyuki didn't sleep like his father. Only, he watched him carefully. He ran his small hands over his father's face.
"You are as Mom described you. —she speaks softly and one word and another paused. He knew how to speak, but he still didn't have the courage to speak when people were around.
He snuggled into his father's chest and went to sleep too.