Welcome home. - Gentarou/Ryuusei
Gentarou was feeling at his worst. It had been almost 2 weeks since it happened, since he carried that limp body all the way to the park. 2 weeks since he dug that hole in the ground. 2 weeks since he walked back home with his driver. 2 weeks he had spent with the Meteor switch in his pocket. He clicked it on, and then off again. He wasn’t sure if it would do anything. He just knew it helped. He started carrying a bag with him, the Meteor driver inside of it. He kept thinking Ryuusei would show up at any time to get it back, so he wanted to make sure he had it when it happened. If it happened. Some days Gentarou would go back out to the spot where he buried him, hoping to find an empty hole. That was never the case. As the days went by, Gentarou would text him, frequently. He’d update him on his day, let him know what new friends he made, if he’d like them or not. He’d always make sure his phone’s volume was up, just in case Ryuusei ever answered. He could befriend the whole city at this point but it wouldn’t be enough if Ryuusei wasn’t in it. Some days Gentarou wouldn’t even leave bed. He’d take a day to himself to watch the television, and try to take his mind off of it. It never worked. He had enlisted in clean up efforts, using his Fourze powers to try and clean up the city after the alternate hive had attacked. It would be easier if Meteor was there.
Gentarou had taken another day to himself. They were becoming a bit more frequent now. He glared down at his phone, hoping for some sort of response. He’d spent 2 weeks just hoping. He refreshed his text messages again, no luck. He tossed the phone around in the air, catching it as it came back down. He sat up from his bed, looking over to the bathroom door. He had to shower at some point, he guessed. Gentarou rose, making his way into the bathroom. Once in, he began to slip his sleeping clothes off, and let the hot water run down into the tub. He kept his phone by him at all times, so he set it onto the sink, just in case. He stepped inside, the water running it’s way down his body, and he sunk down with the water, sitting on the floor of the shower. He thought about him again. He thought about how cold he felt in his hands. How limp he was. More water went down his face now, except instead of the source being the shower head it was his tear ducts. Gentarou thought if he’d cry anywhere it might as well be in here. After a few minutes of light sobbing, the water had soothed Gentarou a bit, the warmth spreading through him, and steam rising up from his body and the floor of the tub. Gentarou did a quick wash and rose from the steamy porcelain tub, grabbing a towel from the nearby rack and drying himself lazily. He threw on a pair of boxers he had brought in with him to change, and that’s when he heard it. The phone. It was making a noise. Sure, it could of been anyone else in the Hive, but he had to be safe. He picked up the phone, and his heart almost stopped. His fingers tightened on the phone, and all feeling seemed to leave his body. It was him. He had responded. Ryuusei’s name read across the screen, and 183 messages later, he had responded.
“I’m here”, read the text message. He wasn’t sure if someone had found his phone and decided to play a cruel joke, or if this was really truly him. He began to panic, and threw the towel around his neck, and burst back into his room to get fully dressed. He was prepared to search the city up and down for his friend. His best friend. He had to be out there. He would need the Meteor driver from off the shelf in his room as well. As he came in, he nearly had a heart attack. His heart was taking too many blows today. His eyes widened, and tears began to dwell within them. He dropped the towel and phone straight onto the floor when he saw the man in his room. Right there, it was him. Ryuusei. Ryuusei was standing no more than 5 feet away from him. He was eyeing the shelf that had the Meteor driver on it. Gentarou’s 2 week long frown instantly turned to a smile, and he spoke out to Ryuusei.
“I was keeping it for you, I... I had a feeling you’d want it back.”, Gentarou informed him, noticing he startled him. Ryuusei turned slowly and they locked eyes. Gentarou felt like Ryuusei had seen a ghost from the way his face was. “It’s really you...”, Gentarou said, walking up to Ryuusei, unable to believe he was standing right here in front of him. Just like before. He waited for the boy to respond, hoping he wasn’t in shock.