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Haru's eyes tardily flickered open, struggling to focus on the plain white expanse in front of him. They trailed on, mindlessly trying to find spots to marr the pure, milky plane.
He wondered if the white was infinite. Maybe he was meant to end up there all along, along with the three people he was fighting for justice for.
His gaze, along with his hazy contemplation, finally found their end at a perfect edge, dropping downward to a pale blue hue. Further down, he made out the vague outline of a human figure, leaning against the blue plane.
All the muddled thoughts randomly played in his mind- a gun being pointed toward him, his ruthlessly attacking the butler, watching him foam at the mouth, dragging himself into the basement of the Kambe mansion to call for an ambulance, Suzue's frantic voice, and being thanked for some reason.
The memories were choppy and barely coherent, understandable given the dizzying pain he had been subject to.
Dizzying pain? Right, the butler had shot him in the thigh. The throbbing in his thigh was suddenly more apparent.
His mind raced through the events. Through all the twists and turns that had happened in the span of two days.
His last clear memory was of himself walking towards the gun-bearing servant. He had been consumed by thoughts of the time his partner had valorously stepped in front of a cocked gun himself, with no armour save his blind trust in Haru's words.
That one man, Kambe Daisuke, who had once again brought out a side of himself that he wasn't sure he even knew existed.
He did it effortlessly, that man, like he was born to do it.
His last real memory was that of one Kambe Daisuke.
His eyes finally found their focus on the figure.
There he was, on another bed, few strands of hair messily strewn over his forehead, his coat neatly laid on the chair next to him, and his hands circling the knees which held his face.
Haru sighed, taking in the odd posture that the man had decided to sleep in. Somehow, it wasn't his first time seeing the man like this.
Of course, his first sight after the blackout was also that of the same man. He was his end and his fresh new beginning, it seemed, in more ways than one.
Haru didn't know how much time had passed before he suddenly saw the black-haired man stirring from his position, and rubbing his eyes.
"You're... awake," he said, when he finally noticed Haru's eyes on him.
Haru didn't miss how his voice quavered in the most subtle of ways, his previously indecipherable gaze laced with what Haru had finally learnt to interpret as concern. Seeing the bags underneath Daisuke's eyes, and how uncharacteristically unkempt he looked, Haru found himself returning the sentiment.
"I'll call for the nurse, you must be hungry."
"Where are we right now? Don't tell me your family owns this place...?"
Daisuke simply nodded, and Haru sighed. Not surprising.
"What, is the nurse gonna hand me a fancy breakfast menu or something?"
"It's 4 pm currently. Not exactly breakfast hours."
"So there really is a menu. Better not have something weird like, what was it, deer's Achilles tendon?"
Daisuke's lips curved up and the suggestion, his little cough treading suspiciously close to laughter.
Haru found his own expression softening.
There was so much to talk about. About what was to happen to his family. The whereabouts of the real Kambe Shigemaru. If he'd gotten any more information regarding Adollium.
And... if he was doing okay.
The prospect of speaking about feelings was scary. Vulnerability was uncharted territory for both.
But Daisuke always seemed to push through. Nothing looked unconquerable to that man. It made Haru feel like he could be the same.
In the silence of the hospital room, the two men shared a light-hearted conversation. The jokes and light teasing flew smoothly, itching to reveal the layers and layers of emotions underneath.
Haru looked forward to when that would happen.