Title: Love In Soup
Written by: Kyoko_godaikun
Summary: Ohkura gets the flu, and his roommate is forced to care for him. But is everything a fever dream?
Kanjani 8 was taking a break. Not the kind of break that everyone wanted,
were they could go off on vacation and relax. No they were having the type of
break that was forced upon them. Almost everyone in the Kansai branch of the
Johnny's agency had the flu.
Ohkura lay in bed, with a fever. The flu had hit him with the speed of a car. He had felt all right in the morning, but by mid after noon, he was running a fever.
Shota had insisted on his going to bed early. Going to bed meant dreams. Ohkura kept dreaming of his former lover.
Ohkura had broken up with Ryo just a few weeks ago. He had left his former lover in a huff, when he found out that Ryo was going behind his back and seeing Uchi. Then before Ohkura could change his mind, Ryo moved Uchi into their apartment.
Ohkura didn't have anywhere to go, when his friend Shota had smiled and offered his spare room to Ohkura. Subaru had moved in with Maruyama, so he needed a roommate. Ohkura had moved in with Shota. His friend never pried into the relationship Ohkura had with Ryo. Instead, all that Shota offered was friendship.
Ohkura woke up. He glanced at the clock, it was only four am. He lay in the dark, waiting until it was time to get up.
The door to the bedroom opened, in the light from the hallway, he could see someone who looked like an angel. The person slipped into the room and went to the bed. Then he felt gentle fingers touch his forehead.
"Do I still have a fever?" Ohkura asked.
Shota yelped and snatched his hand away. "Gomen na, I didnít mean to wake you."
"It's all right," Ohkura told him. "I was all ready awake."
"Would you like some breakfast?' Shota asked.
"I don't feel like eating, my throat hurts." Ohkura confessed.
"I'll make you something that will make your throat feel better." With that, Shota left.
Ohkura looked at the door. He wondered what was going on. When he had been with Ryo his lover had always left him to be sick by himself. Ohkura knew that Ryo was selfish.
A few minutes passed, and Shota returned carrying a tray. He set it on the bedside table.
"I made you some soup," Shota helped Ohkura sit up. Then he handed him the bowl. "Here, drink this. It will make you feel better."
The two friends spent the day together. For this first time someone had given him unconditional friendship. But Ohkura was beginning to feel something else. It felt good to be with Shota.
Ohkura realized it must be the fever. He couldnít' be liking anyone. It was too soon after Ryo. But Shota was like an angel, a beautiful creature that really cared for him.
That was when Ohkura realized that he didn't want his angel to leave him.
The angel came into the room and took care of him as he had several times during the day. He checked Ohkura's fever, then make sure he had everything he needed.
Shota turned to leave. Suddenly the only thing that Ohkura wanted was Shota to keep him company.
"Can you stay with me?" Ohkura asked him.
"If that's what you want," His friend said almost shyly.
"BS-2 is showing a marathon of a show I like," Ohkura asked. "I dropped the remote, can you pick it up for me?"
Shota picked the remote up off the floor and turned on the channel. Then he settled on the bed beside Ohkura.
They watched it for a while without talking. Then Ohkura glanced at him. "Isn't this that British science fiction show they took off Honjani to show?"
"Yeah, I think it is." Ohkura admitted. "I've been a fan of it for a long time."
"How long have you liked this show?" Shota asked him.
"Since I was a kid." Ohkura admitted.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"I didn't want to be laughed at." he admitted.
"You should never hide yourself away from others." Shota told him. "It's much better if you're yourself all the time."
Ohkura expected Shota to insist they turn it off, but instead, he began to watch along with him. Shota didn't make fun of the strange show; instead he asked some very intelligent questions about it.
Ohkura's condition worried Shota. But then Shota had been caring for him since he took in Ohkura, so much like a discarded puppy. A puppy that had loved his owner with all of his heart and had been thrown away like a piece of trash.
Shota had fallen in love with the gangly puppy. One who had been his friend for so long. He knew that Ohkura probably didn't love him. But that didn't matter to him. Ohkura needed love, and he would give it to him.
He had made a large crock-pot of soup. He would bring his friend a bowl of it every time he asked for on. They were watching that TV show that Ohkura was a fan of.
After watching a few episodes, Shota realized he liked it too. He couldn't understand why Ohkura would hide his interests away from others. But then Ohkura wasn't Shota, who had always been himself no matter what.
Shota realized that was why Ohkura had become more popular then him with the fans, it was because he was the type that fit with others.
Ohkura was eating another mug of soup. There was always a smile in his eyes as he ate the food. Shota mentally reminded himself to put a note in his cook book about it.
"Sho-Chan, do you have a secret ingredient in your soup?" his sick friend asked.
"No, it's just my mother's recipe for chicken soup." Shota denied.
"But there's a secret ingredient." Ohkura insisted. "Something that is so ingrained in the taste. It's almost a feeling."
"Tacchan, I think it's your fever." Shota couldn't tell him the truth that he felt as if there was a secret ingredient. The ingredient that made him want to crawl into bed and hold his sick friend. Showing him that not all love hurt.
The days passed and Shota took care of Ohkura almost selflessly. He was awake every time that Ohkura woke. The drummer began to wonder if Shota slept at all. Ohkura had never felt so loved. Ryo had never cared for him the way that Shota did. If he was sick, Ryo would always stay away until he was well. But Shota was so different. Ohkura realized that he was beginning to fall for his friend.
While Ohkura got better, he realized that Shota didnt' feel too good. Shota tried to hide it, but he couldn't hide his sneezing. Or the fact that his taking care of Ohkura had slowed down.
Ohkura found Shota in the kitchen trying to wash a pile of dishes. Ohkura didn't realize that Shota always got him a fresh bowl every time he brought him soup. Now his friend was looking like he would fall down.
Shota dropped a cup and it shattered on the ground. He knelt down on the floor trying to pick it up. It took him quite a bit to stand up and throw the cup away. He grabbed onto the counter for support.
Ohkura rushed to Shota's side, helping him. The smaller man sagged against him.
"Why don't you take a break?" Ohkura asked.
"I have to take care of you." Shota insisted.
Ohkura reached out, touching Shota's face. It was hot to the touch. "Yassan, you're running a fever."
"The heater must be turned up too high." He protested weakly.
"That isn't the reason." Ohkura snapped. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"You wouldn't understand." Shota looked away from him. "I have to take care of you."
"You took care of me, please Yassan, let me take care of you." Ohkura smiled at him. He had to give back to his friend. Then perhaps they could have some sort of relationship.
Shota finally nodded. He let his friend guide him to his bedroom. He settled down on the bed, and Ohkura covered him up.
"Dream, all this is a dream. Nice fever dream." Shota murmured before he closed his eyes.
Ohkura stayed at Shota's side until he was sure that his friend was asleep. He bent down, kissing Shota very gently on the lips. Then he got up and went into the kitchen and decided to clean up the mess that was made because of him.
Ohkura went into the kitchen. He quickly washed the dishes. Then he realized that Shota would probably need something to eat. Ohkura wasn't a good cook, not like Shota. He knew he couldn't make something that tasted like he loved Shota with every bite.
He went through the cabinets; looking for things he could fix Shota. Then he found a framed photo of the two of them together. It had been shoved into the silverware drawer. They where on stage, Ohkura's had was resting on Shota's shoulder. That made Ohkura wonder why Shota was keeping a photo of them together.
The drummer noticed a blue notebook on the counter. When Ohkura opened it, he saw hand written recipes on the pages. It was Shota's personal cook book. There was book mark in the notebook. Ohkura opened it to that page. A hand written note had been written beside a recipe. "Tacchan loved this. His eyes lit up when he ate it. Must fix it more for him." He turned the page. "Tacchan says he doesn't like this one. So don't ever fix it for him again."
Almost every recipe had a note beside it about Ohkuraís like or disliking it. No one had really ever cared about what Ohkura thought about food, but in this cookbook were pages and pages about him.
Ohkura realized the reason why Shota was caring for him. Shota liked him, a lot. But why hadn't he said anything to him?
Ohkura knew that wasn't Shota's way. Shota's way of showing his love was to take care of Ohkura. Unconditional love. Ohkura had never had that with Ryo, everything that Ryo did always had conditions attached to it.
The taller man thought about Shota, about Shotaís former boy friends. He hadn't had anyone serious. He had once kidded that the group was his lover. He had to devote his life to his group. Everyone thought he had been strange when he said it. But as time went by, Ohkura realized the truth in his statement. He too began to work harder for the group and not just himself.
For the first time, Ohkura really understood Shota. His friend gave himself without the thought of getting anything back in return. It had to change, Shota deserved to have someone love him in return.
Ohkura decided that he had to nurse Shota back to health. He grabbed a nearby apron, not caring that it was frilly and pink. He was more concerned about his mission, caring for Shota. Ohkura found a recipe that he thought Shota might like. Ohkura began to open cans and dump them into the crock pot. He decided to show Shota his love, the same way that Ohkura show it to him.
Shota had fallen down on the job. All he had to do was care for Ohkura without getting sick. But he had gotten sick. All he wanted to do was to curl up and wait for what always happened when he got a fever. Every time Shota got sick, he always had strange dreams. Dreams that were very life like. So he knew he had to be dreaming. Why else would his friend have made him stay in Ohkura's bed room? In the large double bed that had once belonged to Subaru.
Ohkura came into the bedroom carrying a tray. He was wearing Shota's apron. It had a lot of frills, and had been given to him as a joke. He never wore it, instead just hanging it in the kitchen. But Ohkura was wearing it as if it was made for him. Shota had to admit that Ohkura looked good in it.
ďAre you hungry?Ē Ohkura asked.
"You made something for me?' Shota asked. He tried to keep the hope out of his voice.
Ohkura put the tray on the bedside table. "Do you like soup?"
"Yes," he took the soup from Ohkura.
"I'm glad, because I think I made too much." Ohkura smiled. "Some of your recipes could be for a crowd."
"My recipes?" Shota's mind began to race. Had his friend read all the notes about him in the cook book?
"I hope you don't mind. I used your cook book." The taller man smiled a bit, and Shota realized that his fear was true, Ohkura had used his cook book. Shota decided that instead of confronting his friend, he would to try and make him feel better.
"No I don't mind." He looked the drummer over. "You look cute in my apron."
"Thanks." Ohkura blushed; he looked adorable when he blushed.
Shota took a sip of the soup. Was it his imagination, or did he feel love in the soup?
Ohkura settled down on the bed beside him. The way he looked at Shota made him think that his friend wanted him. Shota knew he was sick, that he was probably making too much out of this. That what he was feeling was just part of a dream. But for a little while, Shota wanted to feel loved by Ohkura.
After eating the soup, Shota moved to get up. He knew that Ohkura must have left a lot of dishes. He found that he couldnít get up because Ohkura had pushed him back down to the bed. Shota didnít struggle, he felt too weak. Besides all of this was a dream, and he didnít feel like fighting a dream.
"Why don't you rest?" Ohkura suggested.
"If you stay with me." Shota said softly.
"Love to." Ohkura smiled. "I bet all of your other boy friends would want to know you're sick."
"I don't have any other boy friends." the guitarist told him.
"Why don't you?" he asked. "You deserve to have someone to love."
"I haven't ever really been serious about anyone." his friend told him. "I think I'm probably too picky. When I become serious, I want my boy friend to love me only."
"You haven't found anyone like that yet?" Ohkura guessed.
"I'm not exciting enough to hold the interest of a man." Shota smiled sadly. "It's all right; I accept that Iím not great."
"That's not true, you're wonderful," Ohkura confessed. "Any guy would be lucky to have you."
"Perhaps some day,"
Shota wanted to change the subject, but before he could Ohkura found the TV remote. He smiled again at Shota. "Why don't we watch something on TV?"
"That would be nice,"
"I choose last time, so it's your turn." Ohkura suddenly made Shota feel like he was the most important person on earth.
Shota told him what he wanted to watch. He turned it on, and then settled on the bed beside his friend. After a few minutes of watching TV, Ohkura put his arm around Shota's shoulders. They watched TV that way for a while, until Shota found himself falling asleep.
The never ending dream continued. It was a good dream; Shota really didn't want to wake from it. Wonderful thing after wonderful thing happened in it. He was loved for the first time someone loved him. The feeling was what Shota had always been craving.
Shota woke, his head on someoneís' shoulder. He felt the personís long fingers stroking his hair. The last thing he remembered was watching TV with Ohkura. He had tried has hard as he could to stay awake, but he hadn't been able to help himself. He felt Ohkura's lips brush his forehead.
Shota couldn't help it; he snuggled a bit against Ohkura. It felt so good to be held. He didn't want to open his eyes. He knew what would happen if he did. He would be alone again, and he didn't want that.
"You don't have to pretend that you're asleep," Ohkura finally told him. His voice deep.
Shota opened his eyes. "How did you know that I was awake?"
"I just knew,"
"I'm sorry," Shota pulled away from him.
"What's so wrong with sleeping on my shoulder?" There was a smile in Ohkura's voice. "You're always welcome to use it."
"I can't," Shota looked away from him. "I should have told you why I let you move in. I like you, a lot, and a whole lot."
"I know," his friend said.
Shota suddenly felt very ashamed. "How could you tell? I tried to hide it from you."
"Every drop of your soup showed your love for me." Ohkura told him. "The more and more I drank, the more I fell in love with you."
"You love me?"
"Yeah, I do." Ohkura kissed him very gently on the lips.
"Tacchan," Shota sighed.
They kissed for a while, and then Ohkura pulled away from him. "We have to wait, until you get better. Then I'll show you just how much I love you."
Shota realized he was still dreaming, but it was a dream he didn't want to end.
Shota's new relationship with Ohkura was like a dream come true. Shota realized it had to be a dream. In the dreams Ohkura cared for him as much as Shota loved him. The two shared kisses, and promises of loving when Shota got well.
Shota didn't want to get well. He didn't want to go back to reality. Being well meant that he would be alone. Ohkura would be back with Ryo. Shota knew it was simply a matter of time till Ohkura took Ryo back. If someone had to choose between Ryo and him, who would choose him?
The days passed, and Shota began to feel better. But still the dream wouldn't end. The one he cared about so close to him. Ohkura was at his side always. Shota felt so good, so needed. It was everything that Shota had imagined how a relationship would be.
Shota had a thermometer in his mouth. Ohkura was always taking his temperature. The thermometer beeped, and Ohkura took it out of Shota's mouth. Then his friend smiled. "Your fever is gone."
"Oh," he looked down. "I didn't want it to go away."
"Why wouldn't you want to get well?"
"When I am sick, I always have strange dreams." Shota tried to explain. "But this time, I want to live in my dreams."
"What were your dreams like?" Ohkura sat on the edge of the bed.
"I can't tell you," Shota looked away from him.
"You dreamt about me." Ohkura guessed. Shota nodded. Ohkura took his hand. "Please tell me, I really want to know."
Shota looked down to the hand. "It would damage our friendship. You have to move out."
"Move out?" Ohkura said softly. "Please don't send me away."
"I have to," Tears stung Shota's eyes. "I can no longer live with you."
"Why Shota, why?" Ohkura sounded confused. "I won't leave until you tell me."
"In my dream you loved me. You cared for me, held me like a lover would." A tear rolled down his cheek. "We weren't lovers yet, but we were together. Even though I was sick, I was so happy. I finally had what I had wished for. Someone who loved me with all of his heart."
"You want me to go."
"I can't impose my love on you." More tears fell. He couldn't stop them even if he wanted to. It had only been a dream, but it had been so real to Shota. "I need time to get over you."
Ohkura let go of his hand. Shota was expecting him to leave, when instead he reached out and touched Shota's tears. His thumbs caressing Shota's cheeks. "There's no reason to cry."
"Please Tacchan, don't touch me like that."
"You're crying, and I want to make you stop." Ohkura told him.
"What do you care?" Shota felt heartbroken.
"I care because I love you." his friend's eyes were honest.
"I don't understand." Shota said confused. "You don't love me. It was just a dream."
"How do you know it's a dream?"
"Because no one could love me the way you loved me in my dream." he tried to pull away from Ohkura, but he found that he couldn't.
"Baka, it wasnít' a dream." Ohkura smiled.
"It wasn't a dream?" Shota repeated.
"Would a dream do this?" Ohkura kissed his lips. Shota found his arms going around his new lover. It felt so good, so very good to be held by Ohkura. For the first time Shota realized it wasn't a dream. He finally had what he wished for; Shota had love in his life with the man that he loved