I've finally finished watching Nabari no Ou after ignoring pretty much half the series since April. And thanks to the anime, I'm now completely hooked on the manga I'm surprised how faithfully the anime followed the manga until chapter 40-something

I need moreeeeee. But whatever, I have a fic. Yeah, already.

Title: Four times Miharu failed (and the one time he succeeded)
Character(s)/Pair(s): Miharu/Yoite; Yukimi
Rating: G
Word count: 479 Damn, this is short
Notes: Manga-related. Abuse of commas and brackets.



01;
Miharu couldn’t explain it, but the few times he was left alone in the city by Yukimi, he would undoubtedly find himself walking towards the hospital. In that building of healing that reeks of sterilization, medicine and sickness, Miharu remembers the anxiety and fear. The inescapable thought of please be okay, please be alive, just for another day! and the relief that rushes over him when he realizes that he hasn’t lost that part of himself yet. (And he remembers the cold autumn wind and the shock that someone else’s heart goes ‘nyaa’ in the cold too because it’s always been his special quirk, but sharing it with that person didn’t feel too bad either.)

The large glass doors slide open and Miharu steps in, takes in the hospital’s smell and walks out again into the night. He’ll need to wear gloves soon.

02;
Once upon a time, a beautiful princess was born, and a grand ceremony was held in honour of her birth. Everyone was invited except for the witch. Angered that she was forgotten, the jealous witch cursed the princess to eternal slumber should she pierce herself with a needle.

Miharu’s never liked fairy tales because there would always be a happy ending; the princess would always be saved by the prince. But what if there wasn’t a prince, what if the prince never made it- was slain by that dragon? Miharu sighs and closes his English homework, wonders what would happen if the princess was never awakened from her slumber.

03;
“The stars are so bright tonight,” Yukimi observes. He tears his gaze away from the night sky to watch his assistant, who looked up from the camera he was holding. “Did you have a good time at the planetarium today?”

Miharu drops the camera and lets it hang loosely around his neck. “Yeah, took loads of pictures.” (Stars, a bullet train, dreams and he doesn’t know what to make of these fragments that were already trickling away as soon as he scooped them up) “Look, there’s Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.” He says while pointing at the sky and frowns when he realizes that although the constellations looked close together from Earth, in space they were millions of kilometers away.

04;
Miharu couldn’t explain why he was crying one sunny afternoon while munching on an apple. (“Completely organic!” The lady had said before giving it to Miharu)

05;
There was blood and snow and gloved hands clasped tightly in his own. The gentle weight against his shoulder, the slight rise and fall of his chest that’s proof that he’s still here. The whispered “Thank you, Miharu” that he could barely hear.

And then nothingness.

He wakes up to the soft nuzzling of a black cat licking up his tears. “Good morning, Yoite.” He greets, while petting the cat’s head but the tears don't stop.