Tags: mentions of bodily fluids (vomit), mentions of bodily functions (digestion, vomiting), mention of possible character death (he’s just being dramatic), mention of public sex (eyyyyy) Word Count: 686
Inui flinched slightly at the sound of more of Eiji’s stomach contents hitting the water of the toilet bowl. His hand tightened around Eiji’s just slightly, enough for a tender, apologetic sort of support. They were arranged somewhat awkwardly — with Inui sitting just outside the stall and leaning in just enough to stick his hand in for Eiji to clutch — after learning that the slim stalls in the mens’ bathroom of their office did not have enough room to comfortably fit two adult men. Which was something that, normally, would not concern Inui — especially not with regards to Eiji — but this time it was proving to be a bit of a hinderance.
Eiji finished and rocked back onto his heels, his mouth covered with a wad of balled up toilet paper. His hair was pinned back with paper clips, which had been the closest thing Inui could find to hair clips when he’d gone searching.
“Inui, am I going to die?” Eiji asked, staring slightly unfocused at the toilet.
“Preliminary test results say no,” Inui said. “Though clearly it is unpleasant.”
Eiji hiccuped. There was a thick pause as both of them waited to make sure nothing else followed it. Once it seemed safe, Eiji groaned. “This is the last time I mix up my candy stashes. I’m going to keep all of my gummy bears clearly labelled, with a big, bright red one for the poison ones.”
Inui frowned, not bothering to point out that his juice-infused gummy bears technically were not poisonous. “Are you mad at me?”
Eiji tentatively went to shake his head, but the movement seemed to upset his delicate system and he stopped quickly. “No,” he said instead. “I think when I ran out of food, I started barfing up everything else in my body, so all of my anger is gone. Even the anger at myself for making this dumb mistake.”
Inui nodded, still frowning.
They fell silent for a moment, the only sounds in the room was the soft dripping of one of the faucets, and the occasional gurgle of Eiji’s digestive systems. They were still linked by the hand, Eiji holding onto Inui’s with as firm a grip as he could manage.
“Inui,” Eiji said. “If I do die, could you do some things for me?”
Inui quickly recalculated the odds of Eiji dying, and finding them to be very low still, he nodded anyway.
“First, please delete the browsing history on my work computer. I know you know all my passwords.”
Inui nodded. “Of course.”
“Also, please tell Oishi I love him,” Eiji said. “Tell him those were my last words, even if my last words are actually something stupid about hating gummy bears.”
“Oishi?” Inui asked. “He works in finance, doesn’t he?”
Eiji nodded. “Yeah. Interoffice romances are way more fun. Doing it in the copy room is way more exciting than anywhere else.”
Inui made a mental note to disinfect the copier next time he needed to use it. “Makes sense.”
“Also, tell Chibi-chan that I think he’s going to make a great salesman one day. My biggest regret is that I won’t be around to see him grow up,” Eiji said. Inui remembered the intern that Eiji had promptly adopted as his own. “And don’t tell him how I died. I want him to remember me how I was. Tell him I went down fighting.”
Inui nodded. “Of course.”
They fell silent again, their hands still softly linked. Inui had a feeling that if he tried to pull away, Eiji would just pull him closer, like a vice. He was trapped here for the duration, one way or the other.
Inui found he didn’t mind so much.
“Inui?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really serious about the browser history thing,” Eiji said. “You might need to wipe my hard drive. Can a company fire you after you’re dead?”
“Do you want me to help you with that when we get back to your desk?” Inui asked.
Eiji slowly nodded. “If I survive.”
“If you survive,” Inui placatingly agreed. He squeezed Eiji’s hand tighter.
FILL: TEAM MIYUKI KAZUYA/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T
Word Count: 686
Inui flinched slightly at the sound of more of Eiji’s stomach contents hitting the water of the toilet bowl. His hand tightened around Eiji’s just slightly, enough for a tender, apologetic sort of support. They were arranged somewhat awkwardly — with Inui sitting just outside the stall and leaning in just enough to stick his hand in for Eiji to clutch — after learning that the slim stalls in the mens’ bathroom of their office did not have enough room to comfortably fit two adult men. Which was something that, normally, would not concern Inui — especially not with regards to Eiji — but this time it was proving to be a bit of a hinderance.
Eiji finished and rocked back onto his heels, his mouth covered with a wad of balled up toilet paper. His hair was pinned back with paper clips, which had been the closest thing Inui could find to hair clips when he’d gone searching.
“Inui, am I going to die?” Eiji asked, staring slightly unfocused at the toilet.
“Preliminary test results say no,” Inui said. “Though clearly it is unpleasant.”
Eiji hiccuped. There was a thick pause as both of them waited to make sure nothing else followed it. Once it seemed safe, Eiji groaned. “This is the last time I mix up my candy stashes. I’m going to keep all of my gummy bears clearly labelled, with a big, bright red one for the poison ones.”
Inui frowned, not bothering to point out that his juice-infused gummy bears technically were not poisonous. “Are you mad at me?”
Eiji tentatively went to shake his head, but the movement seemed to upset his delicate system and he stopped quickly. “No,” he said instead. “I think when I ran out of food, I started barfing up everything else in my body, so all of my anger is gone. Even the anger at myself for making this dumb mistake.”
Inui nodded, still frowning.
They fell silent for a moment, the only sounds in the room was the soft dripping of one of the faucets, and the occasional gurgle of Eiji’s digestive systems. They were still linked by the hand, Eiji holding onto Inui’s with as firm a grip as he could manage.
“Inui,” Eiji said. “If I do die, could you do some things for me?”
Inui quickly recalculated the odds of Eiji dying, and finding them to be very low still, he nodded anyway.
“First, please delete the browsing history on my work computer. I know you know all my passwords.”
Inui nodded. “Of course.”
“Also, please tell Oishi I love him,” Eiji said. “Tell him those were my last words, even if my last words are actually something stupid about hating gummy bears.”
“Oishi?” Inui asked. “He works in finance, doesn’t he?”
Eiji nodded. “Yeah. Interoffice romances are way more fun. Doing it in the copy room is way more exciting than anywhere else.”
Inui made a mental note to disinfect the copier next time he needed to use it. “Makes sense.”
“Also, tell Chibi-chan that I think he’s going to make a great salesman one day. My biggest regret is that I won’t be around to see him grow up,” Eiji said. Inui remembered the intern that Eiji had promptly adopted as his own. “And don’t tell him how I died. I want him to remember me how I was. Tell him I went down fighting.”
Inui nodded. “Of course.”
They fell silent again, their hands still softly linked. Inui had a feeling that if he tried to pull away, Eiji would just pull him closer, like a vice. He was trapped here for the duration, one way or the other.
Inui found he didn’t mind so much.
“Inui?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really serious about the browser history thing,” Eiji said. “You might need to wipe my hard drive. Can a company fire you after you’re dead?”
“Do you want me to help you with that when we get back to your desk?” Inui asked.
Eiji slowly nodded. “If I survive.”
“If you survive,” Inui placatingly agreed. He squeezed Eiji’s hand tighter.