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Hopewillwin777 is online
Usamigamer is online
Orangejuice11 is online
Tinydancerhs is busy
Fixmyassjrbutt is in a call
Princeofallanima is in a call
Princesspeachy is in a call.
Hopewillwin777: Hey Hajime! :D
Orangejuice11: Hey Nagito. How's things over there?
Hopewillwin777: Ah they're fine Hajime! Only, I had to miss school today.
Orangejuice11: Ah. Ill again?
Hopewillwin777: Couldn't stand up.
Orangejuice11: I'm sorry...
Hopewillwin777: Hajime! It doesn't matter! The bad luck my illness brings can only mean I will have good luck soon! I’ve been having a lot of bad luck, maybe something amazing is going to happen to me!
Orangejuice11: Yeah, please just be careful with your health.
Hopewillwin777: I do try, Hajime! It’s just my luck unfortunately :/ but I’ll be fine!
OrangeJuice11: please don’t take everything so lightly Nagito. You know health has nothing to do with luck.
Hopewillwin777: I think, sometimes, maybe it would be better I was dead. I want the illness to kill me already.
Orangejuice11: Nagito... Please, not tonight.
Hopewillwin777: Sorry Hajime! But I really don't know why you put up with trash like me!
Orangejuice11: Nagito please!
Hopewillwin777: It's true!
Orangejuice11: I'll leave
Hopewillwin777: You should. I'm worthless anyway.
Orangejuice11 is offline.
Komaeda looked in surprise at his laptop. Usually Hajime wouldn't sign off if they argued. Maybe he really listened this time...
The thought caused a horrible feeling to rise in Komaeda's gut. He knew it would be better for Hajime if he left Komaeda alone, but he guessed, he would be devastated.
The little (big) crush he has on the other did not help. Komaeda sighed. He wished he could meet Hajime in real life, maybe he would look odd and seeing him would make Komaeda fall out of his silly crush and get over the other.
No... Hajime was prefect.
Komaeda had seen pictures, they had video chatted, and he knew Hajime's smooth voice and beautiful eyes by memory now without even looking at one of the several pictures lining his desk or displaying on his desktop.
The two had been internet friends for a while. It happened when Komaeda had let a balloon go with his details on. He had wanted to see how far the ballon would go and it traveled all the way across the ocean to Hajime. He'd launched it from the beach, hoping for this outcome.
Komaeda knew it was his good luck which allowed Hajime to find the balloon. After all, Hajime lived in Spain. There was no way any normal balloon could've flown all that way. A lucky balloon however...
The light on Komaeda's computer flickered back on.
Orangejuice11 is online.
Orangejuice11: Sorry Nagito.
Hopewillwin777: Ah, Hajime! It's okay. You don't need to apologise to trash like me. :)
Orangejuice11: There you go again! Stop!
Hopewillwin777: Sorry... L
Orangejuice11: Whatever. Anyway I did something.
Orangejuice11: Aren't you interested?
Orangejuice11: Nagito!
Hopewillwin777: Oh! Sorry Hajime! Cat!
Orangejuice11: Tell her to buzz off for a moment because I have important news.
Orangejuice11: Ready?
Orangejuice11: I'm coming to England.
Hopewillwin777: WHAT???
Orangejuice11: I'm coming to meet you Nagito. I checked today. I have the money saved up now. All I needed was this month's living allowance from my parents.
Orangejuice11: Nagito?
Orangejuice11: It is okay right?
Orangejuice11: You aren't saying anything...
Orangejuice11: Oh my god you aren't a catfish or something are you?!
Orangejuice11: Nagito!?!?
Hopewillwin777 is offline.
Of course. His computer had to choose that moment to blow up. Komaeda had sat in shock for five minutes and as soon as he reached for the computer mouse, POOF no more screen.
Komaeda scrambled to grab his phone, calling Hajime immediately. No way was he going to let the other think that he wasn’t real! He was real! He just wasn’t exactly ‘really’ anything. Except maybe, really stupid, really weak and really ugly and unlucky. All things Komaeda willingly admitted and Hajime always rebuffed and got angry about.
"Hajime! I'm sorry! Ah I'm so unlucky!"
"Why... Because I'm coming to see you?" Hajime sounded very glum on the other end of the phone. Komaeda wondered if he had caused all that despair. The thought of being the cause of that despair... He felt mixed. He wanted the hope Hajime was soon to feel. He wanted him to feel better, but... Despair was all a part of this.
"Ah! No Hajime... My computer blew up when I tried to send you a message!"
"What?" The other didn't even sound surprised. He only sounded slightly disbelieving if anything.
"Yeah. I knew I should've entered that laptop competition, I would've won a new laptop!"
"So... You don't hate me?"
"Huh? Why would you think that I would hate you?" Komaeda was so confused at this turn of conversation. Hate? No. Quite the opposite Hajime... You would definitely be disgusted if you knew what a horrible person that I truly am... Komaeda thought to himself. He sighed. Hajime needed to be sure of himself more often. After all, he has Komaeda dancing in the palm of his hand. That's exactly where Komaeda wanted to be.
"I thought you were going to ignore me."
"No." Komaeda quickly told the other. "I'm so excited Hajime... I get to hug you!" And kiss you, his mind added out of nowhere. Komaeda didn't know whether he was shocked by it or not.
"Yeah... Yeah you do." Komaeda could hear the smile in the other's voice. Hajime really was happy to be able to see him. Komaeda couldn't understand why he would want to see him.
“Only, Hajime… I’m sure I look much uglier up close and in real life… so I wish to apologise ahead of time.”
"Nagito, will you come pick me up from the airport?" there was an angry tone in his voice. He had completely ignored what Komaeda had said to him. He was not having any of this ‘uglyness’ talk. There was no way. Hajime believed what he believed. There was no way Komaeda would ever sway his thoughts.
"When?" There was no hesitation. He would send his own private car if he had to. Hajime would get here.
"How about I tell you on the day? To surprise you."
The thought made Komaeda gulp. What if the plane crashed? He would never know. But what if his luck couldn't effect things he had no knowledge of. If Hajime didn't tell him which flight then maybe-
"Nagito, the plane won't crash."
"But Hajime! I don't know if you should tell me! Because maybe my luck only effects things I have knowledge of but then, maybe because I didn't know I'd have extra bad luck and the plane would go down or maybe-"
"Hey Nagito! It's fine!" Hajime stopped the other quickly from rambling. "Nagito... Not many planes crash. How about I tell you the day, and I'll get in flight wifi so that I can send you messages all though the flight?"
Komaeda thought for a moment. That might be a good idea after all... Then he could keep an eye on if Hajime was being effect by his luck.
"I... Guess that would be okay." Each word was slow, being thrown around in Komaeda's mouth before it made its way out.
He was still thinking about his luck, trying to remember if anything has ever happened to people or things he didn't know about that were close to him.
It probably had.
"Hajime... I can't wait."
"I can't either."
The two were smiling into their phones, both harbouring he same secret.
They switched their phone call to video chat. Hajime used his iPod while Komaeda used his iPad. The spoke until the early hours of the morning, planning what to do when Hajime got there. They were doing everything London had to offer, and Komaeda had the money to make that happen.
He wasn't sure if Hajime knew about his fortune... But if he didn't he wasn't going to tell him. What if it changed his perspective of Komaeda?
No.
It didn't matter, Hajime would probably find out soon enough.
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Komaeda woke up on his bed, his iPad pointed at him, still on to Hajime sleeping face. He wondered if he had ever seen Hajime sleep before. He ended up deciding that he hadn't; Komaeda was sure he would remember something this beautiful.
Hajime was also in his bed. His iPod had fallen on its side. Hajime's hand was reaching out for it, the other cushioning his chin. He was smiling and although it seemed odd for him to think, Komaeda thought the way Hajime looked as he slept was magical.
His eyes moved slightly as he dreamed, obviously looking at images moving behind his eyelids. His eyelashes fluttered like tiny wings, so long and soft against his skin. His cheeks held a faint blush, maybe it was warm in his room?
He was wearing light pyjamas, so his clothing couldn’t be making him warm. The blue cotton top was one Komaeda had sent him from a convention he went to. It was amazing to see him wearing it, even if he was wearing it for bed.
The convention… London…
Komaeda thought about how he really should be the one visiting Hajime. After all, England really was a useless place for Hajime to visit. Especially when other places were so much more exciting. So full of hope that the streets of England lacked. And plus, Komaeda had the money that it would require to get transport over. Not a plane, but some form of transport. He would never ride in an aeroplane again.
He would if it was to take Hajime to places around the world though.
Maybe, if they got along as well as Komaeda hoped, he would take Hajime to Paris one day. The images popping into mind made Komaeda blush. Holding hands… kissing on a bridge in the sunset… museums, fireworks, theme parks…
A sound from Hajime’s end of the phone snapped Komaeda out of his daydream. Komaeda leaned over, not really paying attention as he moved to plug his phone into its charging cable. He heard a hum from Hajime as he began to wake.
"Hajime? Good morning," Komaeda murmured as he got back up onto the bed, looking at his iPad.
Hajime was staring at the screen with wide surprised eyes.
I guess even he would be surprised and disgusted to wake up to see trash like me. Komaeda thought to himself. He didn't know whether he really meant that statement or not. Komaeda watched as Hajime's lips curled up into a radiant smile.
"Oops... Guess we fell asleep." He laughed.
"Yeah..." Komaeda giggled back. As soon as he did, he felt stupid. Why did I say that? Why did I think that was even any good way to respond? He yelled at himself in his head. He really felt like he'd blown something with his stupid comment
"Well, uh... Guess I'm going to go Nagito, I have to get some stuff..."
"Oh, are you coming here soon?"
"Soon enough." He smiled widely at Komaeda, the other couldn't stop himself from smiling back. Komaeda could hardly contain himself from asking sixty million questions, but he was sure that Hajime would not appreciate it. The picture of Hajime shut off and Komaeda sighed, flopping back down into his pillows.
With Hajime doing stuff it gave him time to reflect on what had happened in the short space of time between the night and this morning. Komaeda could hardly believe what his luck had given him. Maybe the weak legs he had for the last week were worth it if he got to meet the person he loves.
Loves?
Komaeda thought about it for a few moments before nodding. Yes. Loves.
He loved the little smile that Hajime would give him though the camera. He loved it when he could tell that Hajime was tired but the other just continued to stare at him in the screen. He loved Hajime’s laugh and he loved the smooth tones of Hajime’s voice. Komaeda was just really hoping Hajime wasn’t disgusted from the first second he sets eyes on the sickly, weak and ugly body belonging to trash like him.
The thought sent a shiver down Komaeda’s spine and across his skin.
No. Hajime is kind. He would never be cruel to anyone. Not even a piece of trash like me.
With that resolve, Komaeda stood and began to clean his room up and look around for the guest futon. He didn’t know when Hajime was coming, so he needed to be ready at all times now!
That is, if Hajime was okay staying in his room.
Komaeda hoped so.