alusion (because the world needed it)

A Life to Remmeber (7)

i have no excuse other than writer's block.  oops.  chapter 9 is def going to be a bit nsfw, btw, if everything goes the way im planning, so just a warning - 
also, if you're confused about this chapter, leave a comment!  tyy
category: series
word count:1354

The first thing he felt was pain.  Everything in his body ached--mainly so, his torso.  Fuck.  A groan left his lips, and he tried reaching into his memories, only to be met with a sharp pain jolting through his head.  "Fuck!"  He swore, bringing his hand up to clutch hid head.  Fuck.  Why did that hurt?  Why.. why couldn't he remember anything?  Panic starting coursing through him, breathing picking up.  Who was he?  What was his name?  Why couldn't he-

"He's awake!"  A voice called out, causing his eyes to snap open, the light nearly blinding him.  It hurt.  It hurt.  Why did everything hurt?  He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop one damn thing from hurting.

"Hey!  Can you hear me?"

All he could manage was a groan as he tried unscrewing his eyes open, rapidly blinking to counteract the blinding light.  Vaguely, he heard the sound of a door opening and hurried footsteps coming in.  He tried focusing in on the figured, but all he managed to see was a blurred, grey, humanoid shape.  "Why the hell do you have the blinds open?!  He's still waking up, you idiots!"

"I-I figured opening the window-"

"Nurse, close the blinds, and for the Creator's sake, calm down, Gusion!"

Gusion.  His breath caught in his throat, and a strange feeling came to his chest.  The name sounded familiar, memories of it close, but far too vague, like silhouettes in the fog.  He couldn't make it out.  He shut his eyes again, taking in a few calming breaths before he opened them again, once more trying to focus in on the grey-clad figure.  Weakly, he mumbled out, "Gusion?"

The figure--Gusion, he presumed--turned their attention to him, hands reaching up and pulling down their hood, revealing a strikingly familiar face as they--he--walked over.  Why couldn't he remember?  Why couldn't he-?

"Alucard, do you remember me?"  The other's gaze was intense, grey-blue eyes searching his face for.. what he could only assume recognition.  The only thing he could remember was that name.  Was it his?

He shook his head.  "I don't.. I-I can't.. It hurts."  His voice sounded hoarse, raspy.  How long had it been since he had last used it?  He couldn't tell, didn't know.

"It's okay, that's perfectly normal.  Don't think too hard, alright?  Just try focusing in on what's around you right now, alright?"

He nodded.  Gusion's voice was soothing, to listen to, calming.  "What happened to me?"

Gusion opened his mouth, about to respond before he was cut off by the other person in the room, the person making him feel.. distaste?  Hatred?  He couldn't tell, all he knew was that he must not like the person.

"Alucard, you were sent on a mission by me, Gusion,"  He gestured to the cloaked male, who was glaring daggers at the speaker.  "Accompanying you.  A demon caught you off guard, making you fall and, unfortunately, hitting your head on a rock."

Hit his head on a rock..?  Ah.  Then..  As Alucard--that had to be his name, right?--tried to recall the memories again, another shockwave of that pain hit him, a swear leaving him once again as he screwed his eyes shut tightly.  He felt a hand come to the back of his head, fingers interlaced into his hair, and he relaxed into it, letting his forehead fall onto the other's torso.  Somehow, he vaguely knew it was Gusion's hand and, shit, he didn't know why he was reacting like this, but.. if Gusion was doing this to him, they must've been really close friends, and the Creator knew damn well that he needed one right now.  Especially to help him with his memories.

Unfortunately, Alucard was unable to see the intense glare-off happening between Gusion and Tigreal as he relaxed into Gusion, but, if anything, that would've confused him more than he already was with this lack of knowledge.

"..As Gusion had said earlier, please, don't hurt yourself thinking too hard.  Your memories will hopefully come back in due time."  Tigreal advised, sighing before he continued on.  "But, as I was saying.  Gusion quickly finished off the demons before taking you to the nearest medic, which was unfortunately quite a ways away.  Thankfully, though, he did a good job at bandaging your wound with the little supplies he had, suppressing the majority of the blood flowing out."

The information came non-stop, didn't it?  Alucard couldn't help but feel tired--especially with Gusion's fingers gently massaging the back of his head.  It seemed a little.. intimate, but who was he to judge their relationship?  He couldn't remember anything, and Gusion was the one who had the memories.  "Alright."  He responded, letting out a breath.  "Do..  Do you have any idea when my memories will be recovered?"

Before Tigreal could answer, Gusion piped in to answer his question.  "Hopefully in a month or so.  I doubt it will take any longer than that."

A month?  Fuck.  That.. That would take a while.  Alucard withheld a groan.  "This sucks."

"You've gone through worse incidents, Alucard, one of which would've been considered fatal."  Tigreal said with a chuckle.  As if Alucard knew what he was talking about, dammit!  "I suppose that is all I have to say for now.  I'll give you a few days more to recover before I'll start giving you missions again--your muscle memory should still be in you, after all."  The general grunted as he stood up, and Alucard slightly turned his head to look over at him, opening his eyes.  In Alucard's opinion, be seemed to be hiding something--he could see it.  But, what, though?  A frown slipped onto his lips.  This whole situation was confusing to him.  If he thought anymore about this his head would probably start hurting again.  Dammit.

"I believe it will be safe if I were to transport Alucard over to our house, no?"  Gusion asked out of no where, even if it didn't sound like a damned question, moreso of a demand.

Alucard couldn't help but ponder over that 'our'.

Tigreal paused in his step, that glare coming back.  Yet, for some reason, he didn't disapprove.  Calmly, it seemed as if he was fighting a different action, he responded, "I believe that is fine.  You would know best, after all.  But do remember our agreement, Gusion."

"As long as you don't forget mine as well."

There was definitely hostility in the air, and Gusion's fingers in his hair had stopped moving during the interaction.  What the hell was going on between the two of them?

Finally, Tigreal stiffly turned away and walked out of the room.  The nurse was still in a corner, nervously fretting to herself.  Gusion let out a quiet sigh as the general left.  "Let's get you home," He murmured, gently  smoothing down the hair he'd ruffled while he'd played with it.  The action caused warmth in Alucard's cheeks.  Yet, he still didn't want to pull away from Gusion.  Fuck.  He needed to figure out this.. whatever their relationship was!  And soon.

"Is it far?"

"No.  If you can't walk, I can always carry you, so there's no need to worry."  Gusion said with a light laugh, and Alucard couldn't help but to allow a small smile find its way onto his face at it.  Ah..  It seemed Gusion let him leave his guard down.  Alucard didn't know if he liked it or not.

"Shut it.  I can walk."  To prove his point, Alucard, although somewhat regretfully, moved away from Gusion and swung his legs over the side of the bed, carefully standing up.

"Careful."  Gusion mumbled, grey-blue eyes scanning Alucard in case of any stumbles.

"Yeah, yeah.  You're worrying too much."  Alucard grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Gusion looked as if he wanted to say something, but apparently decided to change his mind.  "..Let's just get home."

And, so, the two started to trek back to the house--was it shared?  Alucard still didn't know for sure--and left that poor, poor nurse behind.  She wanted a new job.