RP log: Yamato/Kirihara; waking up in the medlab

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Date: Very early morning of Wednesday 01/18/06
Rating: G
Summary: Kirihara wakes up after the incident; fluff of no actual substance follows.

At some point the unconsciousness turned into a deep sleep. Akaya used up almost whole amount of energy that one time and now his body was trying to restore at least a part of it. He slept through whole night and whole next day in the medlab. Quietly, not moving... When he finally did start coming back to himself... when the energy was partially back... the first thing he noticed was the ache in his left arm. It wasn't extreme, and pretty familiar. It was cut, badly apparently as he could feel the oh-so-familiar pull of stitches, and bandaged. But then it hit him... he could feel. With a start the boy opened his eyes and sat up straight, the pain shooting almost immediately up the injured limb.

"Shit." A curse, and he heard it... so Kirihara opened his eyes again (that were tightly shut at the pain) and with a relief noted he could see as well.

"You shouldn't sit up."

A hand fell on Kirihara's shoulder, gently compelling him back to the bed. At his side, seated on a stool with a shaky smile was Yamato, sans his usual glasses, with a book folded over his lap. Dark circles under his eyes attested to the fact that he had not yet slept since he, himself, came to in the medlab. Once the boy had resettled, Yamato's hand moved to Kirihara's forehead, brushing away dark bangs. "You're white as a ghost." That odd, soft but uncertain smile wavered a bit around the edges as Yamato sat back. "How do you feel?"

Akaya didn't argue, he was slightly dizzy, probably still from exhaustion. He caught the hand and pressed his cheek into it, "I'm fine," red eyes finally focusing properly on the other man, voice hoarse. Now that everything was back to normal, all he wanted was to push away that memory out of his mind. "Just tired." Actually, the boy didn’t remember the last time he was that tired.

Watching Yamato for few moments, he commented, "You don't look too good yourself." It was strange to see the man like this, without all the mirth, teasing and confidence.

At the comment, the smile on Yamato's face became a bit more genuine; warm, even. "I haven't had much rest," he admitted, marking his place in the book, and setting it aside. When he came to, there was no pain but for an echo of a headache and a few minor scrapes and bruises from the table -- Echizen was in the same kind of shape, and Yamato had made a point to tell the boy that they needed to talk about the incident; he needed to know what happened. His powers... should not have had the capacity to cause Kirihara to go berserk. At least, not that he knew of.

"Well, I have some interesting news for you, and I have questions -- if you're well enough, pick your poison... but I think you need to get some rest once you've answered my questions." His voice was more authoritative, this time -- it was Yamato the teacher speaking, rather than Yamato the love interest.

"I can answer the questions now." The boy said, after few long moments. He... didn't really want to do that, but he was in no position to argue. Besides, he also wanted to know how he blasted his own arm. Damn... With a groan, Akaya shifted in the bed, to face the man. Fortunately Yamato was to his right, so he could lie on his good arm. Though still... with every move he felt the stitches... the Band-Aids... and he could smell the medlab, never a nice smell... especially for him. "Ask away."

“We need to know what happened, Akaya,” stressed Yamato, wondering silently if the boy had even noticed Luis sitting on the pillow beside him, yet. “I pulled my power away from Echizen, so I don’t know anything about what he was feeling; just that you were screaming, and managed to charge the floor… actually, it was rather impressive.” The freak moment of pride in Yamato’s voice dissolved instantly with his next words. “We couldn’t really tell what was happening – just that you looked like you were in pain, at first, and then suddenly… you just went…” Insane. Could he really say that, though? “Well, you screamed bloody murder and blew up a table.” That pretty well summed everything up.

“I know you didn’t have control over it, though,” continued the man softly, taking in Kirihara’s expression from the eyes of the cat situated by the boy’s head. “I didn’t even know your powers could affect humans quite like that… but I also know you wouldn’t have hurt me on purpose… but that’s what has me so curious; why you lost control, that is. My powers… should not have caused that.”

This explained few things. First, his arm, second his exhaustion... but it also made Akaya widen his eyes in disbelief. But wait... affect humans? What? How? "I'm sorry." He hurt the man again, even though he didn't quite know how.

Though now... the boy closed his eyes tightly, thinking, how could he say it? Hopefully, no one would make him say it again after this, but to be sure, "I... don't want to come back to it again, after this." A plea, that Kirihara hoped Yamato would understand, coloured his voice. Now, feelings aside, only the facts, "Don't know exactly how it happened." A sigh, "First, like always, a bad reaction. Which caused the pain." He glanced at the man, before diverting his eyes again, "Then... everything went off." That's how it seemed anyway, but how could he say that suddenly he stopped seeing, hearing and all that? "Like... someone had switched off my... senses." Back then he was focused only on sight, hearing and touch, but it was probably safe to assume that the taste and smell were also off... nothing nice to remember, not at all and Akaya fell silent, lost in his own thoughts.

Unfortunate, for sure, but it sounded like Kirihara’s description of the incident could, indeed, be some odd manifestation of Yamato’s power… for him to have lost all of his sensory perception… Yamato did not think he was capable of such an act, but it was possible that it had simply never come into play before. It seemed like the next logical step; if he could borrow the senses of another person, being able to then steal them – shut them off – as some sort of… fail-safe mechanism. Perhaps Kirihara’s power had reacted so badly with Echizen’s – a more intrusive version of Yamato’s own – that Yamato’s power had naturally attempted to defend itself by disabling the thing attacking it. It was not meant to be an offensive power, it was certainly a last ditch defense that had simply never surfaced – but from the way Kirihara reacted, it was clearly potentially offensive.

How quickly could the untrained mind go insane in total sensory darkness? And Kirihara was no lightweight… it must have been horrifying. The guilt that was already bubbling in Yamato’s stomach worked its way into his shoulders, creating knots of tension. Had he not put Kirihara up to this… though he had learned something valuable; something that he was going to need to learn how to control. He had also triggered something in Kirihara that would, at least in the short term, make things easier on both of them while they puzzled through all of this. And, for now, he would honor Kirihara’s request – it sounded horrible; why make someone relive something like that?

“Don’t think about it, anymore,” insisted Yamato, standing from the stool so he could lean over Kirihara and place a light kiss on the boy’s lips. As far as the man was concerned, he was his problem, now – he could not allow something like that to happen again; his powers, though he never thought it possible before, were far to dangerous to be exposed to Kirihara so openly. Part of Yamato even wondered if it was safe to linger this close… or if there was always the chance that he could hurt Kirihara again… if it was anything like how Kirihara must have felt around anyone he had nearly injured or had injured while fighting for control.

Luis no longer wanted to be ignored; she pawed across the bed, settling herself by Kirihara’s arms, but did not give him any grief, as she normally would – smart cat. Yamato really could not blame her – he would have loved to curl up beside Kirihara, too… but circumstances considered, it was a bad idea.

As soon as he was allowed to push the incident out of his memory, Akaya's mood lit up a bit. He was good at forgetting unpleasant events, so it wouldn't take much time for him to stop thinking about it. Besides... the soft pressure of lips against his, so much better than what he felt since he came to. Pain, pain, exhaustion... uncomfortable bed...

Of course, he could add two and two... and he was aware that it was basically Yamato's power that made him go through all this. But the boy was not someone to be put off by something like that. In the end... next time he would be prepared. Sort of. Whether he would go mad again or not, was something he couldn't predict at the moment. At least he would know what's happening, right? Right... and after this thought Kirihara used his injuried arm and the man to pull himself up to a sitting positiong, the good hand slid the kitten to his lap.

The shift was slightly painful again and made him scowl a little, but whatever. When he was sitting straight and the dizziness went away, Akaya leaned in for another kiss.

It was an awkward hour of the morning -- Yamato knew they were alone, and was certainly not shy about kissing Kirihara a second time; this was his reconciliation... he could tell the boy had forgiven him, and in turn he would try to push aside his own guilt over the situation so he could think about it in a logical manner. The kiss was warm -- full of pleasant emotions that helped him forget that he was there partially on business or that they were hardly out of the woods, just yet. If he had not already been tossing around the idea in his head for a while, he might even be surprised by the way he reacted to the thought of Kirihara being injured... but, it was natural progression, was it not?

Pulling away, Yamato chided, "I thought I told you that you shouldn't sit up," though even his teasing tone was still not quite what it would normally be. It would get better; given time. And... it reminded him that he also had news for Kirihara. "Akaya, there's something you should know... though I can't figure out if it's a good thing or a bad thing." Or, if it was really anything of any consequence at all. "I tried to sync to you last night after I woke up; and my powers don't work on you. There's some sort of..." Shield? "...Block. It's like I come up against a brick wall. My only theory is that your power is rejecting mine entirely, which would make sense, all things considered."

At least the cat looked happy as a lark, mused Yamato darkly.

"I'm fine," the boy argued, just for the sake of arguing, because he most definitely didn't feel all that fine. He still needed his sleep. Lots of it, possibly. Though he would prefer his own bed... or Yamato's for that matter. Mm, yes, more comfortable. Then Akaya considered what the other said. It was interesting. Inwardly, he was glad to hear that. It quite solved the problem, but the man wasn't too happy about it. "I guess... you could say it's a good thing." To some extent. "But are you sure about that?" Maybe it was only because he was sleeping? Though at the same time the younger mutant was... afraid to try. It was too soon.

"You should try again..." But quickly to clear any misunderstandings, "in few days." Though he would prefer it to say weeks.
"In a few days," echoed Yamato in agreement, giving Kirihara a light kiss on the forehead. "Whenever you feel comfortable with it, again -- I don't know if I want to do anything until I figure out what exactly Echizen did." With a light pat on the shoulder, and a teasing wink, the man suggested, "You really should get back to sleep. Luis'll stay with you for a while -- I need to sleep, too." That was a bit of an understatement... Yamato felt like he had been hit by a bus, and the headache that refused to fade sure did not help the sensation any.

"We could," a slight flush appeared on the boy's face at what he was going to say, "like... squeeze in?" There was that tiny bit of hope in his voice, even though Akaya was very well aware the other wouldn't agree. One could always try, right? Yamato did look like he needed sleep as well, a lot of it.

Shaking his head, Yamato gave Luis a gentle pat on the back. "Akaya, you'll be out of here soon enough. Just rest." He collected his book from the table, tucking it under one arm so he could pat down his pockets to make sure he had everything he had come in with on his person. "You need anything before I leave?" Pulling his power away from Luis, he once more became entirely blind; lucky he knew his way around the school as well as he did... he wanted to leave the cat with Kirihara, just in case.

"Ah." Not like he didn't expect this. "Well, no, it's ok. I'll sleep now, I guess." And as if on cue, Akaya yawned loudly. Damn right. He still needed to rest. Hopefully no one would interrupt him...

Shifting again to lie back, another groan escaped him, but then he realised, "You aren't taking Luis?" Seriously, Yamato surely did need her, so what the hell?

The man shook his head. "No, Luis is staying here with you. That way someone is watching over you in my stead." Actually, if he really wanted to, he could even keep tabs on what was going on in the medlab that way... he could easily sync Luis from his room, as she was familiar, at least well enough to see with her eyes and possibly hear with her ears. But, there was no use telling Kirihara that. "Rest up, Akaya."

But- ah, okay." To be honest, the younger mutant didn't want to argue over it. He would rather enjoy the company. And it was... sweet too. With a last sigh, Akaya finally settled down on the bed. Luis took a spot over his shoulder, pressing herself into the boy's neck. Warm, tickling him a bit, but it was nice.

Another yawn, and Kirihara closed his eyes, pale lips forming a small smile as he said, "You too, Yuudai." His mind gave out right away, body relaxing immediately, breathing evening...

Yamato lingered a couple minutes in the threshold, leaned casually against the doorframe, smiling in the general direction of the bed, but making not a sound. A familiar feeling clenched at his heart – flashes of sensations flashing behind his blind eyes; screams, pain, pleading – but those memories belonged to another time. For now, his biggest concern was Kirihara; he would set aside things of the past.