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So back when this ship was just launching it's way onto the scene (like... this past Tuesday), Nato planted an insidious idea in my mind: an image of Kaito, should Rhys pass away shortly after they were married.
This image quickly got the gears turning and thus this drabble was born. No happy bara cuddles here -- this one is pure unadulterated sads. Gomen if you were looking for more cutesy stuff ; u ; /
HOWEVER, please take into account that this drabble is considered non-canon in terms of the Ocean Bear Cafe 'universe' so to speak. It is simply an idea, and not the direction we consider their relationship to go (namely, with untimely character death).
Everything’s going to be fine, Hamamoto.
He trudged up the staircase to the apartment above the cafe, feeling each step becoming heavier than the last, darkness swallowing him as he refuses to turn on the light.
The doctors will do everything they can, it will be OK.
The door swung open, slamming rudely into the wall. The instructor slowly made his way over to the coffee table, feeling his bag thump off of his shoulder onto its surface. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the cold sweat on his skin.
It’s j-just one more procedure, Kaito-kun… I’ll be back a-at the cafe b-before you know it...
Tears were prickling at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over into the room but some power of Kaito’s will preventing them from doing so. His movement’s were slow, sluggish in the dark room. Finally, something inside of Kaito forced him to turn on the lamp by the couch. Dim shadows were thrown all over the room as he clicked it on, casting grotesque mockeries of familiar shapes onto the walls.
Hamamoto-san, I’m afraid… I’m afraid we have some bad news.
Kaito sniffled, willing himself to close his eyes and turn away from the world for a few moments. He wanted to sleep, to forget, he wanted to wake up and discover everything was a bad dream. But it wasn’t a bad dream. It was a living nightmare.
And he didn’t want to go back into the bedroom.
Kaito stared at the door for a long time, not ready to face the battering waves of emotions that laid behind it. There was so much, so much he would never get to say or do. So much that the sailor deserved and Kaito would not be able to give it to him. Not anymore, anyhow…
I’m… I-I’m so s-sorry…
Kaito felt his hand on something cold. It was the doorknob to the bedroom. How did he get here? He didn’t remember walking over… the last room he wanted to go into was this room. And yet, his hand was turning the knob, treacherously pushing the door open and leading him into the darkness within.
The room was dimly lit by the lamp light from the living room, casting a faint glow that barely made it past the threshold. Kaito’s eyes wandered around the room… pictures, mementos, memories of what they could have had. Of what they did have, but it was rudely stolen from them far too soon. Kaito’s strangled cries threatened to burst from his throat at the surge of emotions crashing through from seeing the room. He trembled in place, hand still on the doorknob, trying to rationalize everything that had happened that day. Finally, when he looked up once more, he saw it, carefully placed on the bed, as if nothing was wrong.
Wally. Rhys’ stuffed whale.
Your husband, Rhys-san… he’s passed away.
WIth a loud sob that nearly sounded like a roar, Kaito practically flew to the bed and swept up the ragged stuffed animal, clutching it tightly to his chest. The tears flowed freely, staining his face, clothes, Wally… everything. His cries were loud, and anguished… a pitiful soul trapped in a nightmare for all eternity.
“I w-want to s-see you again… again…! I want to s-see you a-again!! I miss y-YOU SO MUCH!”
His words tumbled out in a mess of grammar, punctuated by his angry, tortured sobs. His hulking frame wrapped around the stuffed animal, closing his eyes and trying to imagine him not being alone again. But that’s always how it was, right Hamamoto? Death… it was like an old friend to you, one that refused to let you be.
