Disclaimer: I don't own Lux-Pain. Neither do you. But I do own Akira-kun (hey, at least give me that) and I quite possibly own Liu.
A/N: This has a lot of swearing, especially for someone like Liu. He doesn't seem like the type to do that a lot, but eh. Shounen ai, by the way. My first one. Typically I write shoujou ai or straight, but I stole the name from a Desu Nooto yaoi doujin. Don't sue me. -shifty eyes-
-x-x-x-x- Marijuana, a Lux-Pain fanfiction
don't fall away.
There are certain things that are only between partners. Were Atsuki and Liu considered partners, really? They worked together, meaning when Atsuki wasn't enough for the job Liu went in, but they didn't really work together per se. But still, they had those things. A knowing glance, a concerned gesture, a supportive move. They knew if one was in trouble, the other would go to save them. It'd just be a question as to whether or not they would've been ordered to.
Not that Liu would ever have to be ordered to rescue Atsuki. Without a second thought, without any thought really, he'd go. But he'd never admit that. There had to have been someone else there,
"Fuck!" His vision blackened for a spilt-second, he stumbled mid-step. "...Shit." As his ability to see blurred itself back, Liu noticed he'd fallen down. Get it together, he thought. It wasn't far from Tohodo now, he could almost see the place. Relief washed over him in a wave threatening to knock him down for the fourth time tonight, but he pressed on. He needed to see Atsuki. Needed him, like a drug.
At the door of the apartment beside Tohodo now. The front door was unlocked, luckily. Not that it mattered, Liu knew how to pick locks, but it just made things easier. The memory flashed through his head that Atsuki lived on the sixth floor. He had to stop a few times up the flights, but he made it up the stairs and all the way to 607. He more or less fell against the door. He knew his body (and mind) needed to rest immediately.
Andthen there was Atsuki, in the open doorway, concern in his coal-eyes. "What happened to you?"
"Ki...Kiryu defeated me....I-I tried, but...he was too...strong...." Liu felt himself start to drift away, just at the sight of those anxious eyes.
"Come on, get in here." Atsuki wrapped an arm around Liu's shoulders, supporting the faltering man. He led the sweeper to his bed, gently sitting him down on it.
Liu dropped back, lying down now, content here beside Atsuki, who scratched his silver head, a motion he always did when he was truly nervous or worried. "Why didn't you just get away before you got like this?"
"I couldn't." Liu noticed his chest still hurt. "It....It was too fast. Someone else had to be there...I think."
"Who?"
He shook his head, too weak to verbally respond. The blankets smelled like Atsuki. His sight wavered repeatedly, blackening again and again. Liu didn't mind dying right now. In fact, he wished he could. Anything's better than this. Black to sight, sight to black, over and over. He stopped paying attention to the situation. The sound of Atsuki's voice began to fade.
But then Atsuki's on top of him, kissing him sweetly. "Don't think things like that," the teenager whispered. "Don't." Black dissolves, only to see those eyes filling with soft tears.
Liu laughed weakly. "You're such a crybaby."
"Just...don't fade away."
"Okay, chill out."
Atsuki's phone interrupted the subsequent silence. "...It's Nola," he said, picking it up.
Liu felt himself get stronger, little by little, as he watched his partner inform the woman of the situation. Atsuki kept turning to give him uneasy, momentary looks. Each time, he was given a reassuring albeit feeble smile.
There are certain things that are only between partners. It was about time the pair started discovering them themselves.
-x-x-x-x- A/N:
By the way, during that time normal communications with FORT were cut off, right? Can't remember exactly when that happened.
One last thing, I've decided to make a series of oneshots with these two. I've become a real big fan of this pairing for some reason. It might take a while to get the next one out since, by nature, I am a slow writer. And by slow, I mean horrible.