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empty-dusk · 11 years ago

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In the same boat

I wrote a NaganegiAnpan fic a few months back. I just kinda ended up sitting on it, thanks to frustration with school at the time and other things, but I think I'll just post it here. Eventually this will be updated with the edited version, but you have to cope with my horrible unedited writing. (Also lame title is lame, if someone comes up with a better one, please tell meee)

If there was a sadder sight in the world, Negi was not sure if he had seen it.

The small broken form of a friend he knew very well was laid on the bed. He had almost believed that it was impossible to break the small hero that now laid in front of his eyes wounded, finding the sight hard to look at but impossible to ignore.

“You really don’t have to stay if you don’t want to” Batako remarked, neatly putting away the rest of the remaining gauze wrap. Negi realized that he had indeed stood there right next to the bedroom door for a small eternity, still in his Naganegiman outfit no less. Trying his best to cover the worried expression on his face with a somewhat confident smile, he straightened his posture.

“I’m alright here, thank you. You just worry for him.” He said crossing his arms across his chest and lightly nodding towards the bed. Batako smiled back, concern also very clear in her eyes. Taking the first aid kit with her, Batako walked to the door. “If you need anything, we’re down stairs.” She quipped as she passed him, closing the door behind her.

The moment the door clicked shut, the smile Negi had forced on his face faded. With slow, almost heavy steps, he walked across the room.

Anpanman was resting peacefully, the little chest gently rising and falling with every passing of breath. Silently seating himself into the chair that was next to the bed, Negi let his eyes wander across the smaller heroes form. It was not long when he had actually held his friend, carrying him back to a save place after things went off the rails.

He gently lifted up Anpanman’s left hand, wrapping his fingers around it. Usually Negi enjoyed the silence and peace, but now, it felt almost pressuring. Like there should be a sound. Any sound, just to break the silence. “I really should get out of this costume” he hurriedly muttered, standing up. Only to stop dead on his tracks.

He was about to let go of the small hand he had been holding onto, only to feel it squeeze back, holding his hand firmly. Surprised, the green caped hero turned, looking for signs of waking up from the smaller heroes face.

“N-naganegi…man?”

His voice was small but it was enough to get Negi to grasp the weak hand way too tightly, making Anpanman let out a small groan. “I-I’m sorry” Negi stuttered in a very uncharacteristically apologetic voice for Naganegiman as he watched Anpanman open up his eyes. He looked tired, beaten.

“We’re home, a-aren’t we…?” He asked, looking around a bit tiredly. “Yes, we are.” Negi replied, a small smile actually now returning to his features. “How are you feeling?” The question felt stupid, but it was almost a necessity to ask in this situation. It was Anpanmans turn to smile, looking almost like nothing at all had happened. “I’m alright, just a bit shaken u-up.”

Negi could only raise his eyebrow behind his mask at the statement, glancing at bandages that covered most of Anpanmans right leg. Not to mention the broken ribs, other cuts and bruises that were all about the small body of his, it was far from “alright”. Not that he wanted to destroy his spirits or anything, it was just very hard to ignore.

A small grunt was all that was needed to get Negi out of his thoughts and almost instantly into a small panic. “Wha-what on earth are you doing?!” He almost shrieked, extending his long arms to restrain the smaller hero. Anpanman had apparently decided he was well enough to get out of bed, slightly groaning every time he moved a muscle, already trying the floor with his feet. Negi had already almost wrapped his arms around Anpanman when he tried to stand up completely. It ended just as well as Negi had expected.

The wounded leg gave out, making the brave little hero fall into the open arms. “You are going to rest” Negi said bluntly, lifting Anpanman back to the bed. “I ca-can’t rest!” was the start of the weak protest. “I’m alright! J-just let go of me! I have to go on patrol today! M-make some deliveries!”

There were about 15 other reasons Negi didn’t really bother to listen to, struggling to keep Anpanman in bed. With all the power the small hero had, it was almost plausible that he would have been fine. “You…Idiot…!” Was all Negi managed to get out, pushing back with force.

With too much force.

He had not expected that the small hero would give in that easy. It bothered him very little at the time, feeling absolutely frustrated. Lifting his head from the mattress where he had so gracefully crashed face first into, Negi gave a sharp glare to the other occupant of the bed.

“Stop being stubborn, you are in no condition to do anything. This is something a spare head is not going to fix!” Anpanman looked surprised at the sudden outburst, not really sure how to react. “But…”

“No buts!” Negi spat back almost harshly, startling the wounded hero. Letting out a sigh, he tried to sound less angry. “Look” he started “usually things are okay with a spare head. Your head may not be the only one of its kind, but your body is.” Anpanman seemed to put some consideration into the argument presented. His eyes lit up as he understood his mistake, looking a bit ashamed for not understanding it earlier. “I would be doing more damage to it, wouldn’t I?” he asked silently, looking down.

Negi silently nodded in agreement, feeling rather accomplished after managing to get the stubborn hero to understand his point. “It’s rather uncanny really, how you don’t get this kind of injuries more often…” Negi wondered out loud, getting a bit of an awkward look from Anpanman. “What?” He asked, giving a questioning stare at the other hero. “Could you move your knee a bit? It’s rubbing against the wound on my leg.”

“I’m so sorry!” Negi yelped, hastily getting up. To his misfortune, his cape had found its way underneath the wounded hero and with a misstep and the cape pulling him down, he stumbled straight back on the bed as chaotically as possible.

When he dared to open his eyes, he was staring straight into two beady brown eyes, just as startled as his.

He had managed to get them rolled up in his cape, quite tightly together in fact and with just few inches of breathing space. Negi couldn’t help but to feel absolutely flustered, his face probably completely red by this point. “W-well, this is new hahah” he awkwardly joked while trying to wriggle his arms free as fast as he could he could.

It didn’t help much that he constantly felt the warm breathing on his face, waking up something in the back of his head. A feeling he wasn’t very comfortable with. “Yes, this is a rather tight situation.” Anpanman threw the other end of the awkward joke to get over the fact that they were like sardines in a can. With that, he tried to get a bit more comfortable pressed against the swordsman’s chest, slightly wiggling his way to the left. To the swordsman’s misfortune, that way he also managed to rub against a more sensitive area with his thin thigh.

Letting out a strangled yelp, Negi started to wriggle a bit faster. He could almost feel the different kind of blush on his face now, making him want to get out of the situation fast. He was not going to even think about that, thank you very much; he just wanted to get on with his day.

“N-Naganegiman, could you stop that for a moment?” The swordsman glanced down awkwardly, stopping his absolutely futile struggle against his very own clothes. “W-what is it?” He asked, avoiding eye contact as well as possible. Now this day was not going his way at all…

“I think we have to roll out of this situation. Should work a bit better, haha…” Well, now he felt like a complete idiot and if he had been able at the moment, Negi would have slapped himself in the face. “…That sounds like a plan.” He muttered, returning back to the level of absolute awkwardness that the situation originally made him feel. “Which way?” he asked dryly, more or less just interested to only get out of the room. “Towards the end of the bed” Anpanman replied, still absurdly calm about the whole hassle.

“Okay, 1, 2…3!” And with that Negi pushed them to roll over once. It pushed them so close together just for those few seconds making him feel that blush again. The second roll made him very conscious about where Anpanmans hands were. They were positioned just over his hip, pushed against his stomach. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but almost kinda… No, no nononono stop thinking that!

With the last roll, the warm breath returned to his attention, along with the very same thigh did just the same trick it had done before. All that combined into one, by the end of the few seconds the action eventually took, Negi wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted. Not to mention the look in the brown warm eyes he stared into, the awkward closeness felt just a bit less awkward. Ending up in top didn’t quite help either.

“Naganegiman…?” Anpanman asked with a small confused voice from beneath the green caped hero. The confusion was almost cute, Negi admitted. He couldn’t help but to place his gloved hand on Anpanmans cheek, gently caressing it while he was at it. The smaller hero was absolutely confused, just looking back at him and being a bit hesitant to accept such affectionate gestures. The confused stare turned into a nervous one as the swordsman leaned just a bit closer, sides of their noses rubbing together.

Just as the small hero was about to voice his protest about the situation, Negi pressed his lips against the bread hero’s. The first kiss was short and soft but the second one was deeper and a lot more passionate. Negi pressed his body against Anpanmans, almost as if he somehow wanted to feel him better against him, feel the slight squirming against his body. With almost nonexistent breathing breaks, he kept kissing the red glad hero again and again, just as deeply and almost just as long. His hand began to wander, firstly sliding across the small chest. He does this as gently as he possibly could, slowly letting his gloved hand wander to Anpanmans side and gently rubbing the area he ended up on.

He probably enjoyed the taste of the small hero a bit too much, finding it really hard to stop returning to the others lips. Finally managing to extinguish the urge, he breathily cuddled against Anpanmans other cheek. It was a warm sensation, just laying there against someone, someone you found special. His right hand wandered a bit further down, stopping just on the small hips.

The content feeling lasted only for a moment. The voice was more or less a whisper, just repeating the implied question asked earlier, but this time there was a slight tone of what Negi could only understand as discomfort.

“Wha…What are you doing…?

It was like someone had dropped a vase on to cold hard stone floor, shattering the vase with a deafening crack.

What had he just done?

It took 3 seconds for Negi to get off the bed. He was ashamed of himself to his very core. He had just…

With the very first step he took backwards he stumbled, ending up with him tripping and falling over. He hastily sat up, only to find out that his hat and thusly his mask, were missing, having found their way into the corner near the door. He didn’t care really, staring at the floor boards. He curled into a ball, letting out a mumbled string of apologies, which did very little to help his own shame.

He had just forced himself on the person he cared for, who was unable to physically protest against his advances. He was lowest of the low, truly. No person with self respect would lose him or herself like that! Not because of a stupid mishap that had been their fault all along… Not in a situation like this…

Negi had laid his head against his knees, hiding his face and still mumbling apologies here and there. Eventually his voice faded out, leaving him mouthing the words. He felt filthy. He sat like that for what seemed to be an eternity, afraid to face the person he had offended. Anpanman must despise him now, completely deserved after his lack of self control.

He had to be most horrible person in th-

The gentle touch made him almost jump out of his skin. He quickly lifted his head to see who had laid their hand on his knee, only to come face to face with a usually encouraging smile. Negi didn’t dare to find the pair of eyes he usually liked gazing into, still afraid of what’s to come. The hand that was against his knee felt like the only warm thing in the universe that moment.

“A-Anpan…” Was all he could stutter out ever so silently. “It’s alright.” Was the simple yet calm answer to Negi’s unspoken apology.

“It took me a moment to understand but… I think I understand that feeling you have.”

The words were spoken rather carefully and with maybe with a small hint of embarrassment. Why would Anpanman be embarrassed about this? It was Negi’s screw up, his and his alone, not something Anpanman of all people should feel embarrassed ab-

“I-I think that… We might be on the same boat.”

What followed was a long 40 seconds of embarrassed and awkward silence.

“…In the same boat? Y-you mean…?” It was perhaps the most weirdly worded confession Negi had heard in his life. It was awkward and it could have been taken for something completely else, but… It had something very cute in it. He had to guess it was the awkwardness the line had been delivered in, that uncharacteristic uncertainty…

“So you… Have a hard time with these things too, huh?” Negi asked, finally finding the courage to look at his equally awkward partner in the eye. It was Anpanman who had averted his gaze, looking at the floor while his already red cheeks found a way to look even redder. “I…I don’t really think about this sort of things, haha…” The red glad hero rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed about his lack of such interactions. “I just…Never thought something like this would or could happen that’s all.”

Negi couldn’t stop himself for placing his hand on the smaller hero’s arm, starting to gently rub the spot. Anpanman shivered slightly, a bit shy for even small affectionate gestures. He did leave the hand be where it was, his face reddening quite a bit. “So if we are in this together… What are we going to do?” The question surprised Anpanman, who returned his eyes to Negi with an audible “Huh?”

“You know…” Negi started, now himself embarrassed for even voicing the question in the first place. “I-if you want, want to…Try and… You know, b-be a bit…Uh…” He found the surrounding room to be a lot more interesting to look at suddenly, his eyes darting between the floor and the dresser. He could almost hear the answer in his mind. ‘I can’t really try something like that because it would take too much time’ or ‘it makes things harder in a fight’ and about fifty other versions of those few words. It was a really stupid question anyway, why did he even ask such idiotic things ugh.

“Ah…I think that…” was the start of the actual treaded answer, getting Negi’s complete attention back to the slightly smaller hero. It was by luck this was happening and surely it was a dream he was going to wake up from (one of the more embarrassing kind), but he still wanted to hear it himself.

“M-maybe. If we take it slow.”

…Maybe?

Maybe?

MAYBE?!

Anpanman was extremely unprepared when Negi took him into his arms and fell on his back with the smaller hero against his chest. He let out a surprised yelp, only to stare up with confusion rather than surprise. The swordsman smiled, yet tears had found their way to his eyes. He held the small hero a lot more tightly, embracing the hero with perhaps way too much strength and affection for one to be comfortable.

“Negi… Your holding a bit too tightly…”

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