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Fuyuhiko had been shot, sliced, diced, lost an eye, broken several limbs, and once fell off a balcony over the course of his relatively short life. Not very surprising for the ultimate Yakuza.
So this, this was new to him.
Everything was not quite right. Peko was in front of him, slicing with her sword- at him- and he knew that wasn't right. Some logical part of his mind screamed she was dead, how was she in front of him? How could be hear the clashing of metal, feel her touch, see her guilt ridden eyes-
"Fuyuhiko,"
He snapped back to reality, back pressed against the wall, shaking like a leaf.
Hajime was in front of him, looking concerned and cautious. "Fuyuhiko, can you hear me?" He spoke softly, like approaching a timid animal.
"I-" Fuyuhiko felt his chest burning. "I can't breathe- fuck I-" He sucked in a breath and it hurt.
"Okay, okay. I'm right here." Hajime said. "Do you know my name?"
"Course I fucking do... Hajime Hinata." Fuyuhiko hit his head back against the wall, enjoying how the pain felt. That was familiar, that was solid. His chest hurt.
"Good, great. Can you tell me where we are?"
It took a minute but Fuyuhiko looked around with his good eye, trying to piece it together. "Military base."
Hajime nodded. "Do you remember why we're here?"
"Fuck I- I don't fucking know." He hit his head against the wall again, he sucked in another breath.
"Okay. That's okay."
It was a slow process, Hajime showing the patience of a saint as he gently asked Fuyuhiko questions.
Finally, the breath Fuyuhiko took didn't hurt and he collapsed, sliding down the wall he was still pressed against.
He'd been an idiot. Freaking out wasn't fit of a Yakuza but freaking out in front of someone? He'd have to set up a hit on Hajime for knowing too much now.
The taller boy sat next to him. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." Fuyuhiko spat out.
"Understandable, panic attacks aren't fun." Hajime said sympathetically.
"Panic- whats? I don't panic! Bastard!" Fuyuhiko shouted.
Hajime laughed. "I'm glad you're feeling better at least."
Fuyuhiko drew his knees to his chest, wincing at the pain it still caused his stomach despite weeks of healing. "I had a panic attack?"
"Seems that way..."
Great, now he was a disgrace. He wanted to go lock himself in his cabin for a day or three or ten.
"Forget you saw anything if you want to live." He threatened but there was no truth to his words, he sounded tired.
Still, Hajime mimicked locking his lips and throwing away the key. "Secrets safe with me." He smiled slightly. "Can I help you back to your cottage? It'd make me feel better if I knew you got back safe."
Fuyuhiko grumbled a 'yes' before attempting to stand on shaky legs.
Hajime reached out to steady him and didn't pull away. "I've got you."
Fuyuhiko wanted to have a sly remark or rude comment, maybe just to call him a bastard, but he didn't feel he had the energy. He slumped against Hajime, hoping the angle would keep his blushing face out of view.
Most people didn't get him, for a multitude of reasons, and he liked it like that.
Still, as Hajime helped him back to his cottage he thought maybe he'd let it slide this once. Just this once.