Get Well Soon
Feb. 18th, 2013 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
write_my_dreamsTitle: Get Well Soon
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
write_my_dreams
Pairing: Asagi x Ruiza
Genre: AU, fluff, romance
Warning/Disclaimer: Mention of vomiting. I own the idea and the universe but not the characters
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Asagi gets a call from a sick Ruiza and goes to help his lover.
Author's Comment: I wrote this as a get well soon gift forkozisakurai and now it's kind of the same for me as I just came down with a cold yesterday. I made sure to post this today in honor of Ruiza's birthday, although I hope he's healthy and happy today!
This fic is set in my yakuza/police universe that I'm slowly writing fics for. Asagi and Ruiza are in their early twenties so Asagi is quite young. Thus he, like the real Asagi, went through his brightly colored hair phase. In one of Asagi's first bands there's an old video of him with pink hair and a mostly pink kimono. The visual is just adorable so, this Asagi has pink hair. Although he'll dye it black later... but for now, it's pink.
The sound of his phone ringing startled Asagi into wakefulness. When had he dozed off? He remembered reading, starting to feel tired and then… nothing. Yawned, he adjusted his glasses then pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hey…” It was Ruiza, but his voice had a strange edge to it. A weak edge.
Asagi was immediately worried. “Rui? Are you okay?”
“Not really.” Ruiza coughed. “I don’t feel well.”
Asagi raked his messy pink hair back then got up. “Where are you?” he asked. Hopefully Ruiza wasn’t working. He gave the clock on the wall a brief glance. Midnight—his lover was most likely on the job.
“I’m in a bar in Kabuki-cho.”
Working then, damn it. Asagi remembered that Ruiza had been assigned to investigate a bar that supposedly had a basement where “special” guests were offered certain favors. “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach is killing me and I’ve thrown up three times in the last half hour.” Ruiza sounded drained.
“Is Hide-Zou with you?”
“He’s sick, remember? It’s just me.”
Asagi frowned. “Oh.” Now he remembered… he cursed his still tired brain. So Ruiza was feeling sick while alone in Kabuki-cho. Probably wearing one of his revealing undercover outfits and too weak to properly defend himself if he needed to.
“I’ll text you the address. I’m in the bathroom so come get me here. I don’t think I’ll be able to…. Oh fuck.” Asagi heard coughing and then the call ended. Alarmed, Asagi dialed his lover’s number again. While doing this he started looking for his keys and wallet. For once he was grateful that his boss had insisted he drive him or his second in command to meetings this week. Having a car meant he could pick up Ruiza himself. Asagi’s phone buzzed just as he was leaving the apartment. Quickly he checked it. Ruiza had texted him to say that he had to throw up again. He’d also sent the bar’s address. Poor Ruiza… this wasn’t a good night for him.
* * *
“Stop looking at me and focus on the road,” Ruiza muttered. He gave Asagi a dark look then went back to holding his head in his hands.
“Sorry.” Asagi turned his gaze back to the road instead of his miserable lover. He kept looking at him out of concern. He needed to watch the road though… he could take care of Ruiza once they were at home. Which would be soon as long as they could avoid a traffic jam.
Ruiza sighed softly as he leaned back against his seat. Asagi spared his lover another quick glance. The blonde was pale and looked exhausted. At least it hadn’t been difficult to find the bar. Ruiza had been in the bathroom, as expected, and getting sick again. Asagi had brought him an extra jacket so he’d draped that over Ruiza’s shoulders and stayed with him until he felt like he could control his stomach. They’d gone back to the car, Ruiza quiet the entire time. Asagi assumed his lover was worried he’d vomit in the car if he tried to speak.
“Not much further now.” Asagi laid a gentle hand on Ruiza’s shoulder. So long as they didn’t get stuck in traffic again. Last time, the constant stopping and starting motions had Ruiza groaning as he clutched his stomach. He’d managed not to be sick though… somehow.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached Ruiza’s apartment. They’d agreed it was best to spend the night here since it was closer to where Ruiza had been. Not for the first time, Asagi considered talking to him about moving in together. They spend most of the nights with each other anyway so really, it made more sense to move in together. But the logical part of him always stopped himself from asking Ruiza.
Asagi let him out in front of the building then circled back to find a place to park. Parking was one of the worst issues about driving in Tokyo…. But he’d been able to pick up his lover and stop the car so Ruiza could run into the nearest building to throw up. Once he’d found a parking space he locked up the vehicle then went back. Ruiza, as Asagi had hoped, wasn’t waiting for him. He could hear Ruiza throwing up as he entered the apartment. Sighing, Asagi filled a glass with some water then put a teakettle on the stove. Tea was good for upset stomachs. Holding the glass, he went to the bathroom. The blonde was curled up in a miserable ball in front of the toilet.
“Food poisoning or flu?” he asked. When he first picked up Ruiza, the blonde had guessed that he had food poisoning. Asagi wanted to see if he still thought that was what he had.
“I think,” Ruiza whispered. He looked up as Asagi knelt next to him. He shifted so he could put his head in the taller man’s lap. “I don’t know… I just know I feel awful.”
Asagi rubbed his back. “You need to drink some water.” He glanced down at his lover. “And change into something more comfortable.” Sexy clothes such as the skintight tank top under a semi-sheer shirt and black shorts with little suspenders connected to legwarmers that Ruiza was wearing were perfect for undercover work (or getting laid) but were a nightmare when sick.
“Help me up…”
Asagi set the glass down then grasped Ruiza’s arms so he could ease him into a sitting position. He kept his arm around his lover to support him as he gave him the glass. Ruiza drank slowly until he’d emptied the glass then gave it back. “I’ll go get you some clothes, okay?” he kissed Ruiza’s forehead. “I put a tea kettle on the stove… tea might help your stomach.”
“Okay,” the blonde whispered.
Asagi kissed his forehead again then got up. He hated leaving Ruiza alone when he felt so miserable but he wanted him to be comfortable. He gave his lover another worried look then left the room. Sweatpants and a cozy shirt were already lying on Ruiza’s bed. Asagi took them back to his lover, who had managed to stand now.
“Thanks.” He took the clothes. Asagi helped him get undressed, reaching out to steady him every so often when Ruiza wobbled on his feet. “Do you think you can go lay down or do you need to stay here?” he wanted Ruiza to get comfortable on the couch or the bed so he could rest. If he was too sick to do that though….
Ruiza started getting dressed. “I don’t-” he dropped his shirt and rushed to the toilet to throw up again. Asagi held his hair back for him. Poor Ruiza. This might be the flu instead of food poisoning… it would depend on how he was feeling later. Coughing weakly, Ruiza wiped his mouth with some toilet paper then flushed the toilet. “I don’t… know if I can. Not yet at least.”
“All right.” Asagi refilled the water glass and gave it to his lover. Ruiza sipped it carefully, giving the taller man a weak smile as Asagi brushed his damp bangs back. He wished there was something else he could do to help his lover. Being with him and keeping him company were probably the best things he could do for Ruiza though.
Author:
write_my_dreamsPairing: Asagi x Ruiza
Genre: AU, fluff, romance
Warning/Disclaimer: Mention of vomiting. I own the idea and the universe but not the characters
Rating: PG
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Asagi gets a call from a sick Ruiza and goes to help his lover.
Author's Comment: I wrote this as a get well soon gift for
kozisakurai and now it's kind of the same for me as I just came down with a cold yesterday. I made sure to post this today in honor of Ruiza's birthday, although I hope he's healthy and happy today!This fic is set in my yakuza/police universe that I'm slowly writing fics for. Asagi and Ruiza are in their early twenties so Asagi is quite young. Thus he, like the real Asagi, went through his brightly colored hair phase. In one of Asagi's first bands there's an old video of him with pink hair and a mostly pink kimono. The visual is just adorable so, this Asagi has pink hair. Although he'll dye it black later... but for now, it's pink.
The sound of his phone ringing startled Asagi into wakefulness. When had he dozed off? He remembered reading, starting to feel tired and then… nothing. Yawned, he adjusted his glasses then pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hey…” It was Ruiza, but his voice had a strange edge to it. A weak edge.
Asagi was immediately worried. “Rui? Are you okay?”
“Not really.” Ruiza coughed. “I don’t feel well.”
Asagi raked his messy pink hair back then got up. “Where are you?” he asked. Hopefully Ruiza wasn’t working. He gave the clock on the wall a brief glance. Midnight—his lover was most likely on the job.
“I’m in a bar in Kabuki-cho.”
Working then, damn it. Asagi remembered that Ruiza had been assigned to investigate a bar that supposedly had a basement where “special” guests were offered certain favors. “What’s wrong?”
“My stomach is killing me and I’ve thrown up three times in the last half hour.” Ruiza sounded drained.
“Is Hide-Zou with you?”
“He’s sick, remember? It’s just me.”
Asagi frowned. “Oh.” Now he remembered… he cursed his still tired brain. So Ruiza was feeling sick while alone in Kabuki-cho. Probably wearing one of his revealing undercover outfits and too weak to properly defend himself if he needed to.
“I’ll text you the address. I’m in the bathroom so come get me here. I don’t think I’ll be able to…. Oh fuck.” Asagi heard coughing and then the call ended. Alarmed, Asagi dialed his lover’s number again. While doing this he started looking for his keys and wallet. For once he was grateful that his boss had insisted he drive him or his second in command to meetings this week. Having a car meant he could pick up Ruiza himself. Asagi’s phone buzzed just as he was leaving the apartment. Quickly he checked it. Ruiza had texted him to say that he had to throw up again. He’d also sent the bar’s address. Poor Ruiza… this wasn’t a good night for him.
* * *
“Stop looking at me and focus on the road,” Ruiza muttered. He gave Asagi a dark look then went back to holding his head in his hands.
“Sorry.” Asagi turned his gaze back to the road instead of his miserable lover. He kept looking at him out of concern. He needed to watch the road though… he could take care of Ruiza once they were at home. Which would be soon as long as they could avoid a traffic jam.
Ruiza sighed softly as he leaned back against his seat. Asagi spared his lover another quick glance. The blonde was pale and looked exhausted. At least it hadn’t been difficult to find the bar. Ruiza had been in the bathroom, as expected, and getting sick again. Asagi had brought him an extra jacket so he’d draped that over Ruiza’s shoulders and stayed with him until he felt like he could control his stomach. They’d gone back to the car, Ruiza quiet the entire time. Asagi assumed his lover was worried he’d vomit in the car if he tried to speak.
“Not much further now.” Asagi laid a gentle hand on Ruiza’s shoulder. So long as they didn’t get stuck in traffic again. Last time, the constant stopping and starting motions had Ruiza groaning as he clutched his stomach. He’d managed not to be sick though… somehow.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached Ruiza’s apartment. They’d agreed it was best to spend the night here since it was closer to where Ruiza had been. Not for the first time, Asagi considered talking to him about moving in together. They spend most of the nights with each other anyway so really, it made more sense to move in together. But the logical part of him always stopped himself from asking Ruiza.
Asagi let him out in front of the building then circled back to find a place to park. Parking was one of the worst issues about driving in Tokyo…. But he’d been able to pick up his lover and stop the car so Ruiza could run into the nearest building to throw up. Once he’d found a parking space he locked up the vehicle then went back. Ruiza, as Asagi had hoped, wasn’t waiting for him. He could hear Ruiza throwing up as he entered the apartment. Sighing, Asagi filled a glass with some water then put a teakettle on the stove. Tea was good for upset stomachs. Holding the glass, he went to the bathroom. The blonde was curled up in a miserable ball in front of the toilet.
“Food poisoning or flu?” he asked. When he first picked up Ruiza, the blonde had guessed that he had food poisoning. Asagi wanted to see if he still thought that was what he had.
“I think,” Ruiza whispered. He looked up as Asagi knelt next to him. He shifted so he could put his head in the taller man’s lap. “I don’t know… I just know I feel awful.”
Asagi rubbed his back. “You need to drink some water.” He glanced down at his lover. “And change into something more comfortable.” Sexy clothes such as the skintight tank top under a semi-sheer shirt and black shorts with little suspenders connected to legwarmers that Ruiza was wearing were perfect for undercover work (or getting laid) but were a nightmare when sick.
“Help me up…”
Asagi set the glass down then grasped Ruiza’s arms so he could ease him into a sitting position. He kept his arm around his lover to support him as he gave him the glass. Ruiza drank slowly until he’d emptied the glass then gave it back. “I’ll go get you some clothes, okay?” he kissed Ruiza’s forehead. “I put a tea kettle on the stove… tea might help your stomach.”
“Okay,” the blonde whispered.
Asagi kissed his forehead again then got up. He hated leaving Ruiza alone when he felt so miserable but he wanted him to be comfortable. He gave his lover another worried look then left the room. Sweatpants and a cozy shirt were already lying on Ruiza’s bed. Asagi took them back to his lover, who had managed to stand now.
“Thanks.” He took the clothes. Asagi helped him get undressed, reaching out to steady him every so often when Ruiza wobbled on his feet. “Do you think you can go lay down or do you need to stay here?” he wanted Ruiza to get comfortable on the couch or the bed so he could rest. If he was too sick to do that though….
Ruiza started getting dressed. “I don’t-” he dropped his shirt and rushed to the toilet to throw up again. Asagi held his hair back for him. Poor Ruiza. This might be the flu instead of food poisoning… it would depend on how he was feeling later. Coughing weakly, Ruiza wiped his mouth with some toilet paper then flushed the toilet. “I don’t… know if I can. Not yet at least.”
“All right.” Asagi refilled the water glass and gave it to his lover. Ruiza sipped it carefully, giving the taller man a weak smile as Asagi brushed his damp bangs back. He wished there was something else he could do to help his lover. Being with him and keeping him company were probably the best things he could do for Ruiza though.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-02-18 04:50 pm (UTC)With the only difference I don't look as sexy as him X'D wearing slutty clothes and I didn't have a pink haired Asagi looking after me x'D . Anyway I love that look, that was the way I fell in love with him <3!
Thank you for this fanfic, you're so sweet!!
I hope you feel a lot better today *hugs*
no subject
Date: 2013-02-18 11:00 pm (UTC)No one looks as sexy as Ruiza when they're sick XD What a shame... we should all have a pink-haired Asagi to look after us when we don't feel well. I'm glad you like it so much as it's fun to write him with his pink hair. He has to dye it later because it's too distinctive but for now he has his bubblegum hair.
You're welcome!
I don't, feel about the same as yesterday I think
no subject
Date: 2013-02-25 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-26 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-13 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-04-15 05:10 am (UTC)