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It’s a few hours since he woke up into consciousness, three hours to be exact according to the dark haired male that had saved his pathetic life. Izuru Kamukura he called himself. At this point he himself had pulled the IV attached to his wrist out twice, threatened to leave four times, fell out of the bed once, and currently now had his legs strapped down to the bed.
Sighing deeply, he stares out the single window in the overly plain room of some house he assumed some nurse resided in. With the extensive amount of equipment set up along the sides of the room it was easy to tell that the person that owned this house was well prepared for any situation like his own.
It was strange- no Izuru Kamukura was strange. A strange man with strange ulterior motives perhaps? It was hard to tell the difference between what exactly people wanted from him anymore. Rather it’d be from defiling his body or using it to take out their frustration on. The thought of either one of those scenarios with the other male sent shivers up Komaeda’s spine.
Maybe it was too soon to jump to conclusions.
Closing his eyes, Komaeda takes a deep breath. Just lying in the bed was all he could do, his body aching from the bruises that scattered across his body. But it was just so...tiring. Just waiting.
Waiting for anything to finally happen.
Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, the door creaks open and footsteps approach his bed. “Are you going to continue to pretend you are asleep or are you going to eat?” The voice is deep. No doubt it’s Kamukura who came back.
Grey-greens open, slightly narrowed. What was with this guy? “Are you attempting to converse with me to get information out of me Izuru Kamukura-san?”
“If you continue to wish to be so stubborn by assuming I want information out of you I suppose it cannot be helped. But you need to rehabilitate yourself and eat food to regain your strength.” The dark haired male continues on without missing a beat, putting a tray of food on Komaeda’s lap. “So eat, we will discuss what happens to you afterwards.”
“And if I refuse to eat?” Komaeda sits up, pushing the tray back towards the other.
Challenging him to do something about it, waiting to see what this intimidating man would do to him if he disobeyed. He really doesn’t have anything to lose regardless.
“Then you will starve and your body will begin to eat upon itself once more. You will be back in critical condition and have a tube shoved down your throat forcing you to eat. The choice is up to you.”
Komaeda blinks, throwing his head back in an attempt of a wheezy laughter.
How blunt! How so very cold-!
“You’re something else entirely! Say is this how you treat all the people you save?” He gets closer to the other, eyes beginning to spiral. His tray merely inches from spilling its contents onto the blanket covering him. “Hey, hey! Is it that you force your way onto them too, huh? Or is it this vibe I’m getting that you do whatever the hell you want-”
“That’s enough of that.” Another voice rose, that of a higher pitch than Kamukura’s.
Both males’ attention were directed to that of yet another person standing in the doorway wearing a stern look that contrasted with Izuru’s constant neutral expression. Considering the face structure was similar to his though, Komaeda only assumed they were related somehow.
How interesting.
“Hajime.” Izuru addresses the other, catching Komaeda’s tray and re-positioning it to where it would no longer fall off of the albino’s lap. “Is there something you need?”
“Seriously? That’s all you’re going to say to me after this guy was just throwing accusations at you?” He throws his hands up in frustration with a loud groan. “Of fucking course you would act this way, why am I not surprised?”
The chestnut haired male then turns towards Komaeda, a glare etched in annoyance. “And you, watch your mouth. I understand my brother can be an apathetic asshole, but you don’t need to go off all like-” He makes a few hand gestures, unsure of the word to exactly describe his erratic behavior. “Like you were. Just eat your lunch and calm down a bit.”
Arms crossed with an equally unamused expression, Komaeda waves offhandedly to the other. “Whatever you say. I’m sure that’s going to do you a lot of good by defending him whoever you are.”
Kamukura merely sighs. Was all this necessary? Pushing a few strands of hair from in front of his face behind his ear, he stands up. “If that is all you have come for, you do not have to worry about Komaeda. He will eat. Until then he will remain her with Tsumiki under her care until I see that he is fit enough to take care of himself once more.”
With that last remark he takes his stand, turning to face Komaeda. “I will be back to check on your progress on finishing your meal. Do not forget my words, Nagito Komaeda.” Then he turns to face his brother, “Do as you wish now, I am no longer in need of your services. You can leave at any time you please.”
“Like hell I am! I’m letting you out of my sight for a while!” His chest is puffed out, standing straight up as to intimidate the other. It was almost a sad sight when it results with Kamukura’s same old indifferent expression, unblinking.
“Do as you will, I have other matters that need attending to.” He steps by him unfazed as Hajime opens his mouth to protest once more, but closes his mouth instead. It seemed he did this often. Biting his lip like that would leave ugly scarring.
“You’ll cause your mouth to bleed if you keep biting down.” The albino finally speaks up, picking up the spoon provided, playing in the mush that he guesses are mashed potatoes.
Hajime looks up at him for a moment, taken aback. “Huh?”
“Your lip. It’ll bleed if you keep biting at it.” He repeats slowly, eyes casting up at the brunette.
But he does let go of his lip, rubbing at the back of his nape. “..Thanks.”
Komaeda merely shrugs, it wasn’t like he did anything important. Just a simple comment.
The brunete seems to take this as an invitation to sit on the chair beside the bed, holding his hand out to the other male. “I’m Hajime Hinata, I’m sorry to introduce myself under these..circumstances.” He says slowly,taking in the frown of Komaeda’s face as he tries to shift under the restraints of the straps holding his legs down.
“It’d be better if you could undo these Hinata-kun, if you want to make it up to me.”
With a sigh, he looks from Komaeda to the opened door of the room, was it necessary to tie the sickly man down? He didn’t seem like the type to just sprint away, he looked too worn to do so.
“Do I have to worry about you suddenly having super strength and kick my ass to escape would you?”
The albino snorts at this, picking up his spoon and pointing it at the other male. “Only if you by chance have some kind of mushy food here that does that, if not then no.”
Pushing the spoon that was pointed to his face, Hinata gives him a slight grin. “No super mushy potatoes as far as I can tell.”
“Then you have no worries. I just really wanna stretch my legs, I think they both fell asleep. It’s terrible.”
“I would imagine, just for a bit I’ll undo them before he gets back. I really have no time to be scolded over something so petty.” He shakes his head at the thought of a disapproving Izuru..It was quite amusing actually.
Undoing the restraints over Komaeda's legs, the albino makes a sound of uncomfort. The pins and needles he felt tingle through his legs only made him more dissatisfied with his ‘patent treatment.’ He’d been in hospitals that had higher standards regarding their paintants that entered its walls.
“Thank you Hinata-kun, they were really starting to be a bother! Maybe to even where I couldn’t eat, isn’t that despairing to think if Kamukura-san knew?”
“I uh, I guess?” He shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “If you’re going to just give me trouble I’ll put those straps back over you.”
“Ooh kinky. Will you really manhandle someone who’s sickly Hinata-kun?” He laughs out at the other’s horrified look. He was too easy to mess with, how cute.
“N-No! Get your mind outta the damn gutter before I call Tsumiki back to care of your troublesome ass.”
Komaeda merely sticks his tongue out at the other before scooping up a spoonful of mashed potatoes.
“Jeez, it’s like I’m surrounded by children.” Hinata leans back in the chair, hand over his face. Komaeda merely raises a brow and continues to eat.
-
It was nightfall when Kamukura had returned to Komaeda’s room, the boy had fallen asleep curled up against a pillow having spent most of the night annoying Hinata. He looks to the side table, the food had barely been touched but something was better than nothing. It was the better option then having to shove a tube down his throat to force a necessity of basic human survival.
“You really know how to just leave me with your problems huh?” So it seemed Hajime was awake after all.
“I was gone for a few hours, not enough to leave you with ‘my problems’.”
He stands with a stretch, eyes rolling. “Sure whatever. What the hell were you up to anyways? More business? Or am I not allowed to know that either?”
“I was gathering information on him. If he had relatives or anyone close we could drop him off at.” He opens the door, gesturing for his twin to follow him out.
They both step outside, leaning against Hajime’s car. “And? What did you find out? Does he have anyone we could hand him over to? I’m sure his family is looking for him. Runaways are more common nowadays.”
“...That is what I thought but it seemed I was wrong.” He let out a sigh.
“What do you mean?”
“Nagito Komaeda does not have anyone. Orphaned at 5 due to a plane incident, no living relatives. It seemed the boy has had bad luck follow him at every turn.”
His twin blinks, opening his mouth to speak then closes it. That must have been tough being alone for so long..No wonder he was so quick to spit venom at the mafia king himself without an ounce of fear.
He had nothing left to fear, not even death itself.
“So..What are you planning to do.”
“...I’ll take him in.”
“Huh??! You can’t be serious. You can’t just take some random kid off of the street Izuru, you’re a most wanted criminal. Not to mention you fucking suck at communication. When’s the last time you’ve had a decent conversation with someone that didn’t involve business or silencing them with shedding blood?”
Izuru mermely hums, “I’ve thought of this, but I do not need to be ‘friendly’ with him to take care of him to maintain that he meets basic human needs. As long as he stays out of trouble it’ll all be fine.”
Hajime scoffs, “Sure whatever, not like I can change your mind anyway. Don’t say I didn’t warn you when he starts to become more than you can handle.”
“I assure you I will be ‘able to handle’ him as you put it. I will not have a problem.”
His brother just shakes his head with a sigh.
It seems like it was time to turn his guest room into an actual bedroom for Komaeda.
-
“The hell did you just say?” Komaeda had his arms crossed, seconds away from jumping out of his bed to smack Kamukura upside his stupid head. Where the hell was his say in all this?!
“I said that you will stay with me until I see fit or you reach legal age.” Kamukura repeats camly.
“When did you become the boss of me huh? I’m 17 and legally able to take care of my damn self. I’ve been doing it all this time, why would I just come stay with your pompous ass?” He snears, eyes narrowed.
“You have no parents, no relatives or anyone close to take care of you and off of the street. In finding and saving you I’ll be responsible for your well being until you are able to.”
Komaeda flings a pillow at his face to which he catches, clicking his tongue. “That was very childish of you to do to the person taking you into his home.”
“I don’t want to fucking go with you!! I don’t want to be anywhere near you!” He screams throwing another pillow.
“Words I haven’t heard before, but you will be now. I already have Hajime gathering papers to have guardianship over you until said otherwise. “
The albino promptly screams at him as Tsumiki rushes in to calm him down. When not able to she starts to cry, Kamukura sighing as he hits a pressure point in the teen’s neck that forces him into unconsciousness.
“I-I’m s-so sorry K-Kamukura-san. I- I coundn’t get h-him to c-calm down.”
“It is fine, he was angry with me not you. When Hajime returns we’ll move him to my home. Thank you for your services.”
“A-ah of course! I-I might have t-to do check ups i-in the f-future with h-him.”
“That is fine. I trust he’ll be in good hands.”
-
When Komaeda awakes again, neck sore and throat horace he finds himself in a different bed? Raising his head up he examines the room. This was not the small room that smelled of chemicals..It was normal? Extragent even?
……
Wait….
That son of a bitch-