Desires - Hakuoki Fanfiction - Chapter 5
Okay, here’s another chapter. Just want to tell that I can’t find any picture where Hijikata is sleeping. So, I use this one… Even though there aren’t any situation happened like in the picture, but at least in this one he IS sleeping… Although again this situation was what happened in Hijikata’s mind when someone soothed him in the middle of his suffering that happened in this chapter. Just read to find out which part I mentioned about.
Thank you so much to the one that had read my story. Like I said in my previous post, I will tag everyone that can be tagged that had liked my story. Just tell me if you want to be remove :D
And just a site note, I think my Chizuru is rather bold compare to the Chizuru in the anime or in Hijikata’s route. I don’t think that the Chizuru in there would dare enough to take any action like what I’ve made her do in my story. So she’s maybe a little OOC, but I need her to be like that. Because Hijikata needed to be provoke; he is to aloof with his feeling toward our girl. Someone has to make a move for the story to get going and for them to be working.
May you enjoy this chapter also.
Prequel - Prologue - I - II - III - IV
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A ragged and heavy breath could be heard from inside one room. And inside that room there’s a person, lying on a futon. A very sick person that none other was the oni fukuchou.
Hijikata was suffering in his room, courtesy of himself of course. At last, the day he couldn’t do anymore of his antics had come, because just to open his eyes was VERY difficult, let alone to move his body. His stubbornness of not want to admit that he was sick and needed to rest had getting into him in the end. He’s completely motionless on his futon.
‘I’m gonna die… My head is splitting… My body is shivering… My ears are ringing… Breathing is so hard… Did someone pour a sand to my mouth? It feels so damn itchy. I feel so cold…’
He opened his eyes a little bit but closed it immediately. He felt so exhausted, so weak, so sick…
'Is this the end of me? So pathetic….’
There was a rustle sound of his soji door being slide opened and closed. A person had entered his room. Because of his condition, he didn’t hear when someone had entered his room. But when that person sat beside him, he could feel the presence. He tried to open his eyes to see whatever presence he had felt. But, again, all he could see was a blurry silhouette.
'Is that a Shinigami? He’s so black. I don’t think a living person could be so black like this one.’ Clearly, his mind was having a delusional because of his high fever that he couldn’t recognize the person that had enter his room. And no, it’s not a Shinigami. 'Shinigami-san, you can’t take my soul now. This is not my time yet. And also… I haven’t told her about that night. Just go away will you!’
“Go…away…you…Shini…gami…” He spoke with a very weak voice and his raspy voice was not helping.
“I’m not a Shinigami Hijikata-san. It’s me, Matsumoto Ryoujun. And I’m not going anywhere until I check on your condition and give you a medicine,” Matsumoto answered Hijikata with final tone before he began to examine him. Nonetheless he was amused by what the vice commander had said. Before he even touched his body to do his examination, he’d already knew how bad his condition was. 'If I don’t help him know, a real Shinigami will come to get you soon enough, Hijikata-san.’ Matsumoto mused inside.
Even in his weak state at the moment, his sharp mind was still working. He recognized whose voice that speaking, “Matsu..moto-sen…sei…?”
“Yes, it’s me. I come to examine you Hijikata-san,” Matsumoto answered while continued to examine the vice commander. Hijikata stayed silent the whole process. Well, he didn’t have any energy to do anything after all. And because of his sore throat, speaking was plain impossible.
For sometimes Matsumoto checked his body condition. After finished, the doctor sat still and looked at the patient. Then he sighed.
“Really… A real Shinigami will come to you soon enough if you still act like what I’ve heard about. I know you can hear me Hijikata-san. For your own sake, don’t ever move from your bed, at least for a week. Get a plenty of rest and sleep. And-”
Matsumoto voiced was somehow getting softer in Hijikata’s ear. To the point that the voice commander no longer could hear it, because he was succumbed again by sleep in the middle of talk.
“….I will see you next week to check on your condition. And I hope you’ll regain your health back,” Matsumoto said and looked at Hijikata. The patient was closing his eyes. He once again checked for Hijikata pulse and he found the vice commander was only sleeping. He tried to make sounds as little as he could when he stood from his position and exited the room.
Outside, Matsumoto met Yamazaki that had waited in kneeling position in front of the room. “I had examined Hijikata-san’s condition. I will prescribe some medicine and please give him according to my instruction later. Give him a light meal that can be easily digest. And more importantly, don’t let him OUT of the bed for at least a week.”
“I understand,” Yamazaki answered and bowed his head.
Matsumoto shook his head, “Really, I know that you bunch are stubborn but this level of stubbornness is beyond what I think.”
After that Matsumoto gave the prescription that he mentioned earlier with the instruction also. Then he left the compound with a promised to come back the week later.
Midnight, with as quietly as possible, someone entered Hijikata’s room. With a tray that brought the fukuchou’s medicine and a bowl of sweet red bean soup with rice cake -Hijikata’s favorite- the person entered the room.
The room was dark, but that night the moon was in full shape and shone brightly. For a brief, it alighted the fukuchou room when the person slid the souji door and entered the room, and revealed the person face and figure; a petite figure clad in pink kimono. Worried could be seem in the brown eyes of the said figure as the person entered the room and closed the door.
Because of the fullmoon, the room wasn’t as dark as it usually was. That’s why Chizuru, the figure that came to Hijikata’s room, could move around inside the room without difficulty.
Even though this was the latest thing that she wanted to do, but before she realized it, she had offered herself to take care of the fukuchou, when Yamazaki explained to the other captains of what Matsumoto-sensei had told him at dinner time.
The other captains were quite surprised for her outburst. Of course the person itself were more shocked then the other.
'What did I think when I said that?’
The answer was she had been worried and thought about Hijikata all the time. She heard from here and there of what Hijikata had done while he was in his state. But she didn’t have any courage to say anything to him regarding his antics. In the end, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She HAD to see him. And when she would had a chance to see him without the latter knew about it except now? Even though she had to resort to this bold (in her opinion) action, it’s because she didn’t want to wait any longer. Her desires to be near him was at the limit.
Chizuru put the tray beside the futon and sat beside the sick man. She looked into the man that had took over her heart. His face contorted with a pain that he felt right now. At first she was hesitant, but slowly she lifted her right hand to set aside the hair that cover Hijikata’s face and put her hand to his forehead.
'It’s still burning hot. Yamazaki-kun had given the medicine once before this. Looks like the medicine hasn’t worked yet.’
Against her cool and cold hands, the skin was felt so hot. There was a bassinet that fill with cold water and a cloth beside the futon near where she sat. She took off her hand and wanted to cool off the fever with the cloth, but then something stopped her.
She froze -her hand still in the midair, just an inch from Hijikata’s face. She looked to him. Afraid to see the purple eyes stared at her with accusing look. But, the eyes were closed.
…Did he called her Chizuru? Not Yukimura?
….Or was it her imagination when she heard he called her name?
The eyes that were closed before, slowly opened. What greeted her was a hazy and confused gaze; not a cold, composed and calculated stared he always gave.
Her heart rate was quickening a beat or two when she heard her name was called for the second time. When his eyes were opened she stopped her breath for a second. Before her thought told her to run from the room, his voice had stopped her to do that.
So soft, so weak, so… Not him.
And once again her heart, that care, felt a compassion and love for this man, had taken over her rational thought.
“I come to take care of you, Hijikata-san.”
His body was burning. There was a fire inside his body that made him so hot and weak.
He felt hot and cold at the same time. Oh, Kami-sama, if he could pass this thing, he wouldn’t ever want to experience this kind of thing again. He would never underestimate cold, EVER again. Who’d thought that a cold could bring down the infamous oni-fukuchou to his state like now?
At one time, he kind of felt that someone has entered to his room once to give him a very bitter medicine. He spitted it out and choked it when the medicine entered his mouth. He thought that someone tried to give him a poison, but then the person that gave him this deadly potion told him that it was his medicine. The taste was similar to Ishida Powder’s, his family medicine… He drank the medicine with difficulty, because of the awful taste. Somehow he could hear Heisuke and Souji laughing because of the medicine. For a split second he thought he was really done for.
That someone also gave him a bit of porridge. Maybe that’s why he felt a little better and felt some strength. But still, the pain won’t subside.
Long after that, nothing happened. Then in the midst of his suffering, suddenly there was this coldness that gave a cool sensation to his forehead. A soft touch that also very soothing. Not many things that could give him a feel like that. In fact, only one person that could give him this feeling. Such a strange thing to be felt when the same person was also the only one that could ignite him, doing the opposite of what he felt that time. To ignite his desires that began this whole problem and matter. But that was for another time.
Then he said her name, not her surname, without him realizing it. Twice. He’d thought that he’d imagined her presence, that’s why he said her name in question the first time. But he was certain that she was near him. He called her name again in certain, while opened his eyes.
And there she was, sat beside him. He’s asking what did she do inside his room. And what greeted her was a smile of an angel. Although he never met once but he knew if there was an angel, the presence and the smile would be like what he felt and saw now.
“I come to take care of you, Hijikata-san.”
“I bring your medicine and a bowl of sweat red bean soup with rice cake. Can you sit and take your medicine?”
No, he’s not dreaming. The woman that had occupied most of his thought this one month was there, sat near him and she said that she would take care of him. The Kami was so good to him.
“Huh?” Hijikata said absentminded. “Oh, let me try to sit.” He tried to move his body. But looks liked it still not possible for him. Then without missing a second, she helped him to support his body. She watched him closed enough to know if he was restraining his body or not. He would not want for Chizuru to be in closed proximity to him in its the usual him (at least until he could control his desires for the woman), but because of his weaken state he accepted the help.
When he already in sitting position, he met her eyes that looked worry for him. “Are you comfortable with this position?” asked Chizuru. He could see Chizuru’s cheeks a bit flush from their proximity, before the woman leaned away from his body to five them a distance.
“Yeah, it’s okay.” He answered with raspy voice. He turned his head and saw the tray. He stared at the bowl of food for sometimes before he said one thing that the usual him would NEVER say it out loud.
Chizuru blinked in shock, “I beg your pardon?”
“Feed me. You bring me the food and medicine. I want to eat first before drink that medicine. But looks like I’m still weak and don’t have enough energy to move my muscle. So, feed me,” He paused before added the last word, “Please, Chizuru.”
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