Title: Fragile Thoughts
Author: samuraiheart
Email: kokoro_no_samurai@yahoo.com
Archive: CLAMP Fanfiction Archive: yes. Others: More
than likely yes, but ask first.
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Pairing: Gingetsu / Ran shounen-ai
Summary: Ran is not well and Gingetsu struggles with
his feelings
SPOILERS vol 1 - 4
Disclaimer: Clover and all it's gorgeous characters do
not belong to me.
Notes: My first attempt at a Clover fic. Comments very
much appreciated!
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It started with the slow realization that the headache
he had been fighting off since this morning wasn't
going away. The dull pain surged behind his eyes and
pulsed across his vision as he sifted through the
complicated set of numbers and symbols the Wizards had
sent over for him to decode this time. He had promised
General Khou that the job would be done by this
evening, but he was making slow progress. In fact, he
was making no progress at all. It wasn't a
particularly difficult task, but this disc had yet to
respond to any of the series of techniques he had
tried. He was becoming increasingly uncertain about
his own abilities to complete such a simple task and
that worried him more than the task itself.
He sat slightly hunched over, alone at the dining room
table, staring intently at the screen projected before
him through his visor. Page after page of text danced
before his gaze in quick succession as he scrolled
through the code one more time in the hopes of finding
something that he had missed.
Ran let out a deep breath and leaned back in his
chair. He brought one hand up to brush away his bangs
and rest briefly on his temple in an attempt to clear
his head. He ran a few small programs in the
background, figures just at the edge of his field of
vision telling him when they were completed. He
frowned as the last of them blinked a no results
message across the page.
He shook his head and slumped his shoulders in defeat
and exhaustion as he willed the visor and wires out of
existence and set the small shiny disc of information
on the table before him. He closed his eyes and noted
with growing frustration that his hands were shaking
slightly. He tried to blame it on frustration or
fatigue, but neither explanation satisfied him. He
knew that the real cause was something he didn't want
to admit just yet. Something he was trying desperately
not to think about.
Ran swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. It was
early yet. Gingetsu was still working on reports in
the other room and Ran didn't want to disturb him. He
knew that the man had deadlines of his own to meet.
Ran stood slowly and noticed with a growing sense of
foreboding that the room wavered in his vision. The
image seemed to melt slightly around the edges as he
forced himself into a standing position. His heart was
beating much too quickly in his chest and the ache in
his head had grown into something much less
manageable. He clung to the edge of the chair and
found it difficult to breathe as his delicate fingers
shook too much to gain a good grasp of the backing. He
tried to calm himself as he took slow unsteady steps
towards Gingetsu's study. He somehow knew that once he
made it there he wouldn't have to worry about the
details anymore. He could count on the older man to
take care of him. It was a comforting thought and gave
him enough focus to make out the light shining from
the half open door of the other room.
Ginegtsu looked up at the small sound of the door
creaking open. Eyes too bright stared back at him from
a face that was several shades paler than Gingetsu had
ever seen it before. Without hesitation, Gingetsu
rushed over to the younger man and caught him just as
he fell, dark eyelashes fluttering across ashen cheeks
as he lost consciousness.
Gingetsu pulled a chair close to the bed and leaned
closer to Ran as he watched the younger man fall into
a restless sleep. He had not awoken since before, but
a little of the color had returned to his cheeks.
Gingetsu ran a hand over the young man's forehead and
let his fingers move across his smooth cheek and down
his chin. The anguish and uncertainty swimming in his
thoughts came out in one whispered word "Ran."
A small red flashing light at the corner of his vision
indicated an incoming call. Gingetsu stepped out of
the room quietly to accept the message, silently
cursing whoever dared to interrupt him at a time like
this.
General Khou's face came into view. "Gingetsu."
Gingetsu nodded at the image before him trying his
best to hide the frustration he felt at having to be
interrupted from keeping vigil at Ran's side.
General Khou seemed to be appraising the situation
before her as she began her question.
"We've been trying to contact Ran for several hours.
We're still expecting the results from his most recent
project."
Gingetsu frowned almost imperceptibly. "Ran is not
well."
"Oh." General Khou paused for a moment, solemn eyes
revealing more than simple words. "I see." Her voice
held a slightly wistful tone, but what she was
assuming was unmistakable.
Gingetsu cut off the connection before giving himself
the opportunity to respond. He could almost taste the
venom on his tongue as words of protest and anger rose
into his thoughts. He knew exactly what the old Wizard
was thinking, but Gingetsu would not lose faith so
quickly. He didn't want to think about the shadows
under Ran's eyes or the loneliness of a life without
his presence.
Gingetsu's anger melted swiftly into concern as he
stood in the doorway to their bedroom once more and
watched the frail form of his companion lying in an
uneasy sleep.
Late afternoon faded into dusk as shadows crept across
the floor and Gingetsu clung to Ran's hand and watched
over him as he remained unconscious. Reports left
unfinished spread across his desktop and the bright
light of his lamp still shining too cheerfully from
the room down the hall where he did most of his work.
Worry bordered on alarm and kept the older man on
edge.
He started slightly at the sound of the front door
opening, the click of the lock and the shuffling of
footsteps far louder than the oppressive silence that
had settled over the house since Ran's collapse.
Gingetsu had let his thoughts get away from him –
memories of happier times and quiet moments long since
passed but still carefully cherished incompatible with
the bleak scenes before him and he knew that this was
only the beginning.
He stood up and headed towards the front door. He knew
it was Kazuhiko before the other man said any words of
greeting. He was the only other person with access to
the security of this place and Gingetsu had little
doubt that anyone wanting to break in would not go
through the trouble of using the front door.
"Hey, Gingetsu! I hope you don't mind me stopping by."
Gingetsu nodded at his friend's greeting noting how
strange his cheerfulness sounded after hours of uneasy
watchfulness. Kazuhiko's visits were becoming more and
more frequent over the last few months and Gingetsu
was starting to wonder about his friend's motivations.
They both knew that Ran would not last much longer and
Gingetsu took comfort in the possibility that Kazuhiko
was watching over him even if it couldn't possibly
change the eventual outcome.
Kazuhiko still spent his days searching for clues and
new information about Oruha and Suu. He continued his
investigation even though Gingetsu was reasonably sure
that someone was throwing Kazuhiko false leads.
Despite that possibility, Gingetsu understood that
there was some value to it as well. For Kazuhiko it
was more of the investigation than the actual
conclusion that he needed – a connection to Oruha and
Suu and a feeling that their deaths had not been in
vain. He, on the other hand, knew exactly who Ran's
killer would be and there was nothing he could do
about it.
Gingetsu followed Kazuhiko into the kitchen as the
other man pulled ingredients out of paper grocery
sacks. He was no doubt anxious to experiment with a
new recipe or perhaps work on perfecting an old one.
"Is everything okay?" Kazuhiko asked as he turned to
Gingetsu leaning slightly on the opposite counter and
watching him without really seeing him. The other man
was quieter than usual and there was a nervousness in
his stance that Kazhukio couldn't ever recall seeing
before. He wasn't sure what it meant.
"Ran is ill." Gingetsu answered simply, but the strain
in his voice spoke more than his words alone. Kazuhiko
picked up on the tension and his eyes reflected
genuine concern.
"I'm sorry." Kazuhiko answered sincerely.
Gingetsu shook his head and shrugged his shoulders
slightly, but he couldn't force himself to say the
words. We knew that this would happen.
Kazuhiko accepted his friend's quiet detachment for
what it was and knew that Gingetsu wouldn't want him
to worry about it too much. The best thing he could do
was continue with the normal routine and wait.
Kazuhiko turned back towards his array of groceries
and worked at preparing the vegetables for dinner.
Gingetsu left Kazuhiko to attend to dinner and wavered
for a moment at the door to the dining room. He wasn't
quite up to seeing Ran right then. The reality of the
situation would be impossible to ignore when faced
with the image of Ran's pale face and still features.
Instead, he sat down in one of the wooden-backed
chairs and listened to the sound of Kazuhiko cooking
just a few feet away beyond the doorway. His own
fatigue was starting to catch up to him and his eyes
stung slightly more than he wanted to admit. He
blinked back the pinprick feeling of tears gathering
in the corner of his eyes. He wasn't used to feeling
helpless in any situation, but he knew that this was
beyond his control. Gingetsu rested his head in his
hands and tried to force back the feelings of
loneliness and despair that washed over his thoughts
and seemed to cloud his vision.
Several long minutes of silence later, Gingetsu looked
up at the soft sound of uneven footsteps rustling
across the linoleum floor. Ran stumbled slightly and
leaned against the doorframe as Gingetsu stood and
rushed over to him.
"Gin-ge-tsu." Ran whispered haltingly as Gingetsu
wrapped strong arms around slim shoulders and led the
young man over to a chair.
Ran fell back into the chair and looked up at Gingetsu
through eyes half clouded by exhaustion not erased by
hours of sleep. Fatigue that ran through his soul too
deeply. Gingetsu leaned forward to place one hand
under Ran's chin and lift the young man's head
slightly to gaze into gray eyes. There were so many
questions he wanted to ask and so many answers he was
afraid to hear. He looked over Ran's features
appraisingly.
"You look tired." He said softly, strain making itself
evident in the tightness of his voice and the
furrowing of his eyebrows behind mirrored shades.
Ran reached up towards Gingetsu's face and his lips
curved upward with a hint of amusement. "So do you."
He said tenderly.
Gingetsu bent his head to avoid Ran's gaze. His own
mouth tightened into a distinct frown.
"I'm sorry I make you sad, Gingetsu." Ran's soft voice
rang out with wistfulness and sorrow in the silence of
the room. He turned away from the older man abruptly
and pushed himself slightly forward in his chair as if
to leave.
"Wait." Gingetsu scooted forward until he sat face to
face with his partner and brought both hands up to
rest on Ran's shoulders.
"Don't apologize."
Gingetsu bent his head slightly and took a deep breath
before continuing.
"I knew exactly what I was getting into when I fell in
love with you and I could never regret a minute of it.
I will be sad when you go, but you have brought me
happiness since the day you came into my life and I
wouldn't trade that for all the treasure in the
world."
"Gingetsu…" Ran's eyes widened at the string of honest
words spilling forth from a man who rarely spoke. It
was something he had always known from the way that
Gingetsu held him at night to the kind gestures he
experienced during the day, but hearing the words
spoken aloud at a time like this was even more
cherished than he could have imagined.
Gingetsu leaned closer and broke the distance between
them as he pressed his lips against Ran to claim his
mouth with a kiss. The two pressed close to one
another, lips moving across lips in an expression of
love that began delicately and ended with more passion
and tenderness than words could ever express. Ran
brought one hand up to run through Gingetsu's silvery
bangs and let the strands tangle in his fingers as he
leaned forward to deepen the kiss. He tasted the
warmth of Gingetsu's open mouth as the older man
wrapped one arm around Ran and ran his fingers across
his back soothingly. The two men broke away from the
kiss reluctantly. Ran's pale cheeks glowed with a hint
of crimson that had nothing to do with fatigue or
illness and Gingetsu's face held a hint of contentment
that was difficult to discern behind the reflection of
his visor, but Ran had no doubt that those eyes were
sparkling as well. His suspicions were confirmed with
a slight smile.
"I love you, Ran."
"I love you too, Gingetsu."
Kazuhiko stood just a few feet away, pressed against
the wall and trying to stay perfectly still just
inside the doorway to the kitchen. He had come in to
tell Gingetsu that dinner was ready and had been
surprised to hear such honest words from his friend.
He felt slightly guilty for eavesdropping, but he also
felt a warmness in his heart at the sight of that
gentle kiss. He knew that Gingetsu was finally happy
and he had finally found some peace in this world no
matter how fragile and how fleeting. Ran was his
happiness. And when the day came for Ran to depart he
only hoped that he could provide a small fraction of
that joy in his friendship.
~Owari~
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