Sei: Aoba… you really came… …I was waiting…always… hurry to me… d e s t r o y m e … w i t h y o u r p o w e r .
Draw guns is hard….
Well Noiao/Mafia Au by: polyvinylmonster, I told you it would be for tonight well my night (??) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Clear sat in a chair on the side of the room by a window. His hand holding up his head as he rested. He had stayed up all night worrying about Aoba that he didn’t sleep. Ren was on his lap. His hand on Rens back. The colors of red and white still on his glove and some on his shoulder. His breaths are steady and calm. His hair fell over his face. The white hair glowing in the light from the window. His pale face stained with tears. He had cried before he passed out. Ren was the one who keep him strong. Ren keep telling him it would be all right so he wouldn’t think anything bad. His face was soft looking as he slept. He moved down the chair so that his feet are flat on he floor and he is resting on the back of the chair. He started to sleep talk. He keep saying in his sleep -“Master…will be okay.” his voice was low and creaked.
One hand applied itself to his forehead, and gave a tight squeeze. Eyes shut tight as he embraced a paint that intensely surged through out of his noggin. Moving it up, there was a bandage that had been wrapped around several times in the same place. Wasn’t I bleeding here…? Of course Aoba could recall the accident, but what was up with Sly… ? why was he angry? —Ah, but… even the the Heibon worker was frustrated with his choices… —simply thinking over the event, the males hand balled up tightly. With enough strength, he pushed himself up and out of the bed.
Clear… Ren… — Heading out, those were the ones who brought him here, he just had to find them right away—! Straggling along, he paced his steps steadily, but slowly. Making sure not to tumble. Clear…
He heard the sound of movement and opened his eyes. Still tired from sleep he looked around to see what had made that noise.His hand still holding his head and he struggles to keep his eyes from closing. His vision blurry from sleep, he tried to make out the object he sees. He rubbed his eyes to get the blurriness out to make out Aoba. The shock of seeing him up woke him up. Picking up Ren he stood up. He placed Ren on the chair he was in and rushed over to Aoba. “Master, why are you up?” Clear putting one of Aobas arms around his shoulder and helping him from using too much energy. His other arm holing his back. He turns to see Aoba. He is worried. Why did he get out of bed? He thought to himself.
Aoba sat down in the seat just beside Ren, and gave a long out sigh. It was a irritated and slightly sad. Why was he up? If he was taken to this hospital to rest and be treated after that incident, it would’ve been the most wisest thing to do right now… —He took a look at Clear… and then Ren briefly before opening his mouth, “…I’m sorry… I couldn’t rest in there.”
He got down on his knees so the he could be eye level to Aoba. He places his hand on top of Aobas and looked at him in the eyes. A slight smile came across his face.He was just happy that he was alright and that he can still walk. “Master, it’s alright.”He said to calm Aobas grief down. He keep his hand on Aobas, as he still keeps his eyes locked on Aobas. He wont force Aoba to something he doesn’t want to, but at anytime he feels faint He will take him back to rest.
Shifting his eyes to Clears, head kneeling down in avoidance. He couldn’t even properly look him in the eyes because of how guilty he was. Even Sly had come back to shake his head at the mistake he had made, the thought of death or getting seriously battered up to the point he wouldn’t be able to live his life peacefully made his bones shiver. The male tugged his hand back a little, then made its way to grab Clears tightly without saying another word.
He face turned into worry. He tilted his head so he could try to see Aobas face. He doesn’t want Aobs to feel guilty about what happen. He let go of his hand and gave Aoba a hug. He didn’t hug him to tight. The side of his face was brushed agent’s Aobas hair. His hair was soft. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Master, please don’t feel guilty about what happened.” His voice was low and soothing. He huged him for a long time, not wanting to let go.
Slowly shifting his arms, they soon followed to coil their way around the others warm, and wider-frame. He’s so soothing…. —Leaning his thick, blue locks against Clears shoulder, he could hear the sounds of his own blood pumping through his veins. Was this… also proof of him surviving, or did this sound not really belong to him…? Holding on tight, he remained in silence for a little longer, until his eyes trailed towards the males, vivid-pink eyes. “Clear… —I don’t want to make you worry anymore.”
"U—Um… —Well… we haven’t really thought that far yet, but the idea of having kids, if possible would be great."
and so Noiao for the night ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
and here is 5:30 am I’m going to sleep!
REPOST SINCE OLD ONE GOT DELETED FOR NO APPARENT REASON OTHER THAN TUMBLR HATES ME
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Thats it! I have to extend the winning date tho, for I will be out of town the original day I was supposed to choose
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