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Apr. 5th, 2017 10:21 pm
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[personal profile] esp_dragon
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas could hear something. He frowned as he followed the uneven breathing, up the stairs and...
He stopped outside M-21's door.
Notes: Set after season 8.
I'm pretty sure this stemmed off of a prompt Weeping Detective gave me back in November. I wrote it back then, but it's taken me this long to find it again and edit it, pfft.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,039
Status: Complete



Kentas could hear something. He frowned as he followed the uneven breathing, up the stairs and...

He stopped outside M-21's door.

It wasn't a sound he'd heard in a long time, but he could still recognise it. Crying. Why was-?

He dithered outside, not sure if he should go in or not. This was M-21's room. This was private, where he went to get away from the others.

Kentas continued to dither there before knocking.

The sound stopped and Kentas strained to hear him. After a few more beats of silence, Kentas sighed and took a step back. The silence had been answer en-

"The door's open." M-21's voice sounded thick and clogged up.

Kentas exhaled slightly and opened the door a crack, poking his head in. The room was dark, but M-21 was easy to see curled up on his bed, not looking at him.

"Are you sure you want me here?" Kentas said, his voice soft, still not taking a step in. "I can leave if you-"

"I wouldn't have said come in if I didn't want you here," M-21 said.

Oh. Right. Kentas edged into the room, making sure to close the door behind him. "Do...you want me to come over?" He knew what to do when another werewolf was sad, which was either spar with them to get rid of the extra energy, or to howl with them, but M-21 wasn't a werewolf. Humans probably handled sadness differently from werewolves.

M-21 moved his head just enough to nod. "Yeah. That'd be great."

Kentas moved over and sat down next to him, keeping some space between them.

M-21 didn't move, still curled up and his breathing started to go uneven again.

Kentas lifted his hand, still unsure, but he needed to do something. He reached over and placed a hand on M-21's shoulder.

M-21 didn't stop crying, his hitched breathing making his shoulders shudder, but he didn't tell him to let go either, so Kentas kept his hand there.

After a few more minutes, M-21 rolled towards him, pressing his head to Kentas' thigh. It made M-21's shoulder a little harder to access, so he started to run his fingers through M-21's hair instead.

M-21 still didn't tell him to stop, so Kentas kept going, a soft growl in his throat as he did so.

When M-21 lifted his head to use Kentas' thigh as a pillow, clutching at Kentas' trousers, Kentas smiled, letting him. Eventually, M-21's breathing evened out, his crying tapering off.

Kentas continued to run his fingers through his hair. it wasn't as if he needed to do anything else for the moment.

* * *

M-21 woke up exhausted and wrung out, but he also felt clearer than he had in a while.

And he was resting his head on something far larger and harder than his usual pillow. That was warm.

He sighed, sitting up as he wiped at the dried tear tracks across his face. "Thanks, T-" He stopped, staring. It hadn't been Tao or Takeo, but Kentas that he'd been using as a pillow. Kentas had leaned back on the wall, his hand slipping from M-21's head.

"Oh." M-21 stopped, glancing away. "Thanks," he said again.

"Don't worry about it," Kentas said. He didn't say any more, almost like he was expecting M-21 to explain. Or he was giving M-21 the space to talk if he wanted.

"I'm fine," M-21 said, rubbing at his face. "I need to get ready for work."

"Hnng..." Kentas didn't look happy, his eyebrows furrowed but he nodded and left the room.

* * *

M-21 seemed fine the next time Kentas saw him at breakfast, though Kentas noticed a few of the others throwing M-21 a few looks but not bringing it up.

M-21 did seem fine, but Kentas had seen him use a mocking front with that noble scientist and hold it place, even while he was getting stabbed through the lungs.

But the only way to know would be to talk with him, and if M-21 didn't want to talk, Kentas wouldn't be able to force it out of him, that much was certain.

"You've been staring at me the whole day," M-21 said, eyeing him as he leaned back on the wall the corridor.

"Well..." Kentas said, running a hand through his own hair. "I've been worried about you."

M-21 blinked, then frowned. "Why?"

Why? He had to ask that? Or was M-21 denying what had happened? Kentas glanced around to make sure there was no-one around. He couldn't sense anyone else close by enough to hear their conversation either.

"You were crying," Kentas murmured, pitching his voice lower just to make sure.

M-21 stared at him for a beat longer before his expression cleared. "It's fine," he told Kentas, shaking his head.

No, it wasn't, Kentas wanted to protest, but if that was what M-21 wanted to say to protect his face then...

"I broke down because I could finally afford to," M-21 said, looking at him. "In the lab, I had to shove everything down, not panic or else we would have been dead or worse, even though-" M-21 stopped and swallowed.

He struggled for a moment, his lips pursed as he tore his gaze away from Kentas. "Being trapped in a lab, at the mercy of a scientist?" M-21 said, barely over a whisper. "That's one of my worst nightmares."

Kentas stared at him, wide eyed. That was one of the worst things that could happen to M-21? And the entire time M-21 had seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing, could predict every plan the werewolves would make.

Because he'd had to, like M-21 said. There was no other choice.

"Oh," Kentas breathed. "If you want to..." he trailed off, uncertain how to offer.

M-21 gave him a hint of a smile. "I shouldn't need to again, but..." His gaze wandered.

"If you do hear me crying again," M-21 said, his voice going softer with each word, "I wouldn't mind if you gave me company."

Kentas smiled at him. "Of course." He hoped he wouldn't hear M-21 cry again, but it was good to know what he could do if it did happen again.

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