𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝐤𝐧𝐲

憎 | hate

~仕始める~

Military officers and emergency doctors came flooding in the next two hours, the hospital wasn't standing anymore. There were walls still standing, but the following blast mainly reduced it to ruins. It was still cloudy, the sky plagued with smoke and acid rain for the remaining week. I couldn't help but let my mind linger on Yushiro, was he okay? Hopefully he isn't too worried.

According to the radio, the same kind of bomb was dropped on Nagasaki the same day. Medical professionals and soldiers came flooding into both cities, only a few people were alive- barely. All of the people that managed to survive were on the verge of death from some kind of infection.

Covered in ash and roasted skin, most survivors were taken to hospitals in Kure since it was nearby. It was assumed that most patients would die if they were driven to Tokyo's hospital. It was sad, and pressuring. For the first few hours nobody was allowed to leave the city, I had glass stuck inside my thighs and my entire right leg was completely ravaged by gravel and rocks. Nurses and doctors haven't touched me, I'm not in bad condition compared to the others whose skin is trying to crawl off of itself. I sat behind the remains of a building picking small rocks out of my skin, trying to control my healing pace so I wouldn't get hungry in a place like this.

A disgusting voice rang inside my head as a woman passed by me, bandages decorating her once delicate skin.

"Nobody would know if one of them was gone, they're all numbers on a chart anyways. Not to mention dying— just kill one, put her out of her misery."

I shook off the thought, these are war survivors. I didn't have the blood transfusions for Yushiro, and the person lending us blood was likely dead or beyond repair. I needed them, I don't know how I'll get them if I don't travel to another city. All trains are down, I won't be able to rent a car or taxi. So I'll have to walk back home.

Empty handed.

My legs weren't in the worst condition, and with the sunny season the weather was not on my side regrettably so travelling during daylight was out of the question. I huddled into a small ball, ignoring the noises inside my stomach as it wailed. I hummed in dissatisfaction.

~休憇~

The moon was in the center of the sky, and the sleeping military officers had offered my chocolate and a 'good time' in which I politely declined. The atmosphere and the air wasn't fresh, it was choking and suffocating the more I moved. My lungs felt heavier than they ever have. Stepping out of the city was a huge relief off my chest as I was no longer suffocated by the smoke.

The rice paddies were filled brown, the golden harvests nowhere to be seen anywhere like they were when I had walked on the same pathway. There were no stars in the sky, just a deep and taunting ocean of blues. The artist inside me longed for stars of bright rays of light, praying for the invisible blanket to uncover itself for me. I continued my legs forward until the clear sky was covered by the trees, sorrow filled my chest as the deep ocean blue reminded me of someone.

Yushiro.

I hadn't been able to bring back the blood he needed, I wasn't able to help him. The silence seemed deafening, only the sound of my bare feet to keep me company on my journey. My original sandals were lost in the ashes of Hiroshima.

~休憇~

Two nights had passed before I had the pleasure of seeing Yushiro, he was in the front yard sweeping the narrow pathway to our home. Our eyes met, and before I knew it we were buried in each other's arms. No words were exchanged, only the tugging of hair and incomprehensible sobbing. I tugged on the back of his striped dress shirt, tempted to wrap the rest of my body around him.

"I'm home... I'm home..." I mumbled, muffled by his shoulder.

With one single movement, he grabbed my chin, an angry scowl on his face.

"Close your eyes, they're pissing me off."

I squeezed my eyes shut a few tears peeking out, his thumb brushing against my cheek as a foreign pressure laid itself against my lips. My entire body went stiff before moving forward with it, only the blink of a moment and the pressure was gone and I opened my eyes.

Yushiro's face was beet red, with anger and embarrassment. I know exactly what he did, and I couldn't help but smile. I was finally home in the arms of the person I adored most, I was happy.

"I hate you, so much," his face was soft, but his tone harsh.

I laughed, "Then why'd you kiss me? Seems a little weird if you hated me."

Suddenly, he shoved me off his cheeks dusted with pink that the evening shade failed to hide.

"Cause I hate you so much, that's why!" Yushiro claimed, picking up the broom he dropped, "The hell are you standing there for? Come inside!"

"Yes, yes I'm coming, alright," I nodded, following after the sour boy with a sigh.

The house inside didn't change at all, except from the order of shoes in the entryway-- there was an extra pair, a small pair of kimono sandals. A familiar musky taste of air reached my tastebuds, was someone here? The sound of shuffling was heard before Yushiro opened the shoji screen, the engawa was lit up with the moonlight and all of the pain in my body seemed to be lifted completely.

I sat down, hanging my feet over the edge and gazing at the overgrowth of trees and bamboo. Yushiro sat behind me, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"What're you doing?" I asked, with a soft tone. My fingertips brushing over his pale skin.

He sighed, burying his head into my neck, muffled, he spoke, "I love you."

"You say something?" I said with a smile, teasing his antics.

With an angry huff Yushiro yelled, "No!"

It was nice to be home...

~終了~ 

im gonna be like 16 in like two days,, that's crazy 🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼🕺🏼