Ang Hamog Sa Mahimbing Na Umaga | By : xtaleenmethane Category: > Kaoru/Toshiya Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The night is wet and the Eastern wind is bitingly cold. A lone figure stands outside an old, bungalow-style house, smoking his cigarette. The night brought with it a vast, dark sky, with its usual gallery of stars missing. Hakuei blew the smoke into the air, a lowly offering to the wind god; its grey tendrils swaying its praise. His clothes were still damp from that afternoon’s violent performance and within the cacophony of dirt and grime, a large map of blood wove its way through the threads of his designer polo and sports jacket.
Miyavi was a careless fool, he thought. The young man shot at Hara Toshimasa even after Hakuei directly ordered him to leave the other man alone. Two bullets hit Toshimasa’s right shoulder and upper-right arm, respectively. Hakuei could only watch as Toshimasa cry out in pain and crumple inelegantly back down to the ground. The heir cried out for help but it was in futility. Anybody within the vicinity would’ve ran away in fear, and even if someone was to hear Toshimasa, they were not brave enough to come to his aid.
He remembered Miyavi coming up from behind and asking if he should finish the job. Hakuei did not wait even another second before he landed a solid punch into his face. He shouted and cursed at the younger man, kicking Miyavi down in his uncontrollable temper.
“You… you stupid sonuvabitch! You get your ass up and get one of the SUV’s started,” Hakuei ordered. Miyavi hung his head, unable to look up at his senior. He immediately ran towards the nearest SUV as Hakuei ordered.
Hakuei was left in the alley with Toshimasa, whose voice had cracked from his continuous cries of help. Hakuei knew that if he had half a brain, he would put a bullet into his head, out of duty and mercy. Instead, he put away his gun and walked up to the injured man. He grasped Toshimasa’s body none-too-gently, trying to get the man on his feet. Knowing well enough who was helping him, Toshimasa started struggling against Hakuei. His good arm was flailing about, trying to hit and scratch his supposed assailant. Hakuei asked him to stop struggling but to no avail.
From far away, police sirens started wailing. Hakuei didn’t have the time beg Toshimasa to stop. He took his gun out again and hit the younger man on the back of his head. The struggling stopped as the body slumped down in a regretful, unconscious state. For a moment, Hakuei thought that the blow was too hard and that he had killed Toshimasa. However, upon placing his two fingers against Toshimasa’s neck, he found out that he was knocked out. The sirens were getting louder by the second and Hakuei knows that they were only a couple of blocks away. The traffic won’t keep the police away, they were bound to get there any moment.
Hakuei hauled Toshimasa’s body up into the air and over his shoulder. A slight pain ran down his arm, forgetting completely that he suffered a big gash from the crossfire earlier. The sound of the SUV’s horn prompted Hakuei to walk faster. Miyavi was out of the driver’s seat and was holding the back door open. Hakuei in turn shoved the unconscious Toshimasa into the backseat, and squeezed himself in. Miyavi got back in and stepped onto the gas pedal; the SUV was careening madly down and out of the street.
Hakuei sighed, completely out of ideas as to what to do next. He knew he needed to be back by nine o’clock at the Pachinko store but instead, he finds himself miles away from the Ginza borders; and it was eight fifteen already. Somehow, it was some sort of relief to him being far away. He didn’t know what he was going to report to Yoshiki and he dare not think about what the other man would do if he finds out that Hara Toshimasa was still alive. The thought has been plaguing him since stepping into the SUV. Hakuei initially planned to stay at one of the safehouses the group has scattered all over the region but by doing so, it made him easier to locate. That was the last thing that he needed. He ordered Miyavi to drive out into the rural areas surrounding the city to find a hideout and a doctor who can mend Toshimasa’s wounds. Hakuei knew that Miyavi had a lot of questions in his mind right now but did not have the guts voice the out at the moment.
Toshimasa was bleeding profusely at the beginning of the trip and has obviously lost a lot of blood. Hakuei’s marred clothes were a testament to that. After being redirected so many times, they eventually ended up at the doorsteps of a local doctor. The doctor was well into his sixties and was the type not to ask questions when a person’s life was at risk. The old doctor asked them to leave him as he tended to the wounds of Toshimasa. Upon asking if the wounded man was going to survive, the doctor replied, “His wounds are bad but he will live. He needs blood transfusion though. For obvious reasons, I cannot do this procedure here. I’ll have to send him to the hospital. I’ll ask one of my colleagues to help us.”
As much as Hakuei wanted to disagree with the doctor’s decision, he had no choice. He needed to risk being found just so Toshimasa can be saved. He was frustrated and unbelievably angry at that point and that negative energy was pointing at one person—Miyavi. He went out of the house, shutting the door with a resounding bang. He found his subordinate smoking and leaning against the vehicle. He walked up to the younger man and punched him squarely into the jaw. Cigarette and blood flew into the air as Miyavi crumpled down the side of the vehicle. Hakuei dragged him behind the SUV, well out of sight from nosy neighbors, and started beating him up. Miyavi ended up on all fours, breathing hard and badly bruised. He begged Hakuei to stop and all he got was a kick in the ribs. Miyavi coughed up more blood and rolled onto his back.
Hakuie stopped, eyes menacing and unforgiving. He picked Miyavi up by his collar and looked into his eyes, “The next time you refuse to comply with direct orders, I will personally put a bullet in between your eyes… DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT!?”
Hakuei received a weak nod of understanding from Miyavi. He looked down at the younger man, bleeding and hurting all over. It was a pathetic sight but Hakuei has seen too many of it to feel any emotion. Miyavi was an asset to him but if he wanted to follow in Hakuei’s footsteps, he needed to straighten up his act and practice the way of the Yakuza right down to the very last rule. He then ordered Miyavi to go inside the house so his bruises can be tended to as well.
It’s almost been an hour since Miyavi went inside, the steps leading up to the door was littered with cigarette butts. Hakuei didn’t know how long the doctor wanted to wait before he called for an ambulance. Hakuei knew that the younger man needed blood transfusion as soon as possible. Hakuei looked at his gold watch and saw that it was ten minutes before nine o’clock. The story about the shoot out would’ve been out at the seven o’clock news and he knew for sure that Niikura or Yoshiki would’ve tried to call him. His cellphone was destroyed, Miyavi didn’t have one, and he was definitely not at his office to take those calls—he needs to get himself together and he needs to find a way to contact them.
Headlights threw him off his musings. Hakuei saw that a white van was going up to the street and he had a pretty good idea where it was headed. The small van stopped right next to the SUV and a man stepped out—he had his green scrubs and white gown on. He walked up to Hakuei and said, “Please lead the way to the patient.”
Hakuei was wary. He gave the doctor a once over before finally turning around to lead him. In Hakuei’s line of job, anyone can be an enemy but in this circumstance, he had feeling that this man was far from being one. He opened the door and led the doctor into the short hallway, passing a poorly lit living room and a couple of doors. Hakuei turned at the very last corridor and opened the only door housed within those walls. Yellow light suddenly flooded the dark hallway, and from within, the two men can see that the old doctor was now tending to the wounds of a well-tattooed individual.
The doctor and Miyavi looked up and saw the two men enter into the small room. Behind them lies Toshimasa, now wearing an old, white hospital gown. The room was an old clinic, built to accommodate only a few people, an office table, a small bed at the corner, and a couple of cabinets which were used to store medical supplies. The old doctor taped the last gauze on Miyavi’s chest and turned to the newly arrived men.
“How are they, Tamayama-san?” asked Hakuei, head nudging towards Miyavi first.
The old doctor looked up, contempt evident in his eyes. “The young man on the table, is perfectly fine albeit a bit battered and bruised—,” said the doctor, his lingering sentence accusatory in tone. “The other young man lying on the bed is still a bit critical. He needs blood fast and that is the reason why Andou-san is here.” The doctor looked away from him and pointed at the other doctor standing near the entrance.
“Is he the colleague you were talking about?” asked Hakuei.
“Yes. Andou-san was my apprentice and he took over my position when I retired. You see, I relinquished my residency and decided to practice at smaller scale,” Dr. Tamayama related as he turned back to Miyavi. He studied Miyavi’s bruises one last time and gave him a pat on the shoulder. He then walked towards Toshimasa, who was still lying unconscious.
“Hideki-san,” he said as he checked Toshimasa. “For how long was Toshiya-san bleeding?”
Hakuei looked up as the doctor called out his supposed name. “Since this afternoon. We were driving around for an hour and a half to two hours… then we ended up here.”
“I see. Did the bleeding stop sometime along the trip here? Andou-san, I will need your help here,” Dr. Tamayama added, motioning for the other doctor.
The younger doctor walked past Hakuei just as he was about to answer the question. It was then that Hakuei noticed that the younger doctor was very tall and sported very red hair. He had a fairly big build and his countenance was serious. It was quite far from the message that his hair was exuding.
“Hideki-san?” asked Dr. Tamayama.
Hakuei turned back the old doctor and asked, “What?”
“I see that you’re a bit surprised at how Andou-san looks like,” Dr. Tamayama said, looking over his shoulder. “He is, however, the best in this here town. Maybe in all of Japan. Your friend’s life is in good hands here. Anyway, you never answered my question, Hideki-san. Did you notice if Toshiya-san stopped bleeding along the way?”
“Yes. Yes he did stop bleeding. I had to apply some pressure on the bullet wounds.”
“Hmm. Well, not the best way to stop it but it was effective as I can see. He is as pale as a ghost right now but not dead. Once we get this blood transfusion done, he’ll be fine in the morning,” said the old doctor. “Now, Hideki-san, if you would be so kind as to help Andou-san here in moving his body to the van.”
Hakuei nodded. Dr. Andou looked up at him and said, “At the back of the van, there’s a rolled up stretcher. Please bring it here so we can transport his body.” Then the young doctor went back to assessing Toshimasa’s state with Dr. Tamayama. Not really used to being ordered around anymore, Hakuei had half a mind to throw a chair at Dr. Andou.
“Hideki-san, I can get it for you,” said Miyavi, who was getting off the table to do the doctor’s bidding for his senior.
“Stay there. I’ll get it,” Hakuei said. With that, he turned around and marched out of the room. He found the stretcher quite easily, all rolled up and hanging on one side of the van. He also saw a couple of first aid kits lying on top of a small cabinet. He took one and threw it inside the SUV before going back for the stretcher. Upon returning, he saw that both Miyavi and Dr. Andou as at either end of the bed.
“Hideki-san, please come in and open that stretcher right next to the bed,” said Dr. Tamayama. Hakuei unrolled the stretcher and moved away. Dr. Andou then counted one to three before he and Miyavi lifted the sleeping Toshimasa off the bed and on to the stretcher below. “Seeing as you are here now, please help Andou-san to move Toshiya-san.”
It was only when Hakuei closed the door of the van when he finally felt some sort of relief. Atleast one hurdle has come and passed, and Hakuie can finally think straight. Dr. Tamayama asked him to stay behind. It seems that the old doctor had something that he wants to discuss with him. Not really pleased at sending Miyavi with Toshimasa, Dr. Tamayama convinced Hakuei that Dr. Andou would make sure that the young man remains unharmed. Hakuei could only look at the old doctor. He heard something akin to familiarity in what Dr. Tamayama said. Once the van was out of sight, both men headed back into the house.
“Do not worry. I will send you on your way too as soon as I have finished with you, young man,” said Dr. Tamayama as they made their way to the tiny kitchen at the back of the house. “You must forgive my shoddy housekeeping skills. I tried to keep this house as good as it was when my wife was still alive.”
Hakuei nodded in response even though the doctor cannot see it. He was busy clanking around the old kitchen, trying his best to work under substandard lighting conditions. Hakuei saw that the old doctor was preparing tea for them as the older of the two took out a kettle and filled it with water. Upon placing it on the stove, Dr. Tamayama, moved to the other side of the kitchen and opened an old cupboard. Stacked high within it were boxes of assorted tea and an assortment of packed cookies and sweets. Dr. Tamayama’s old, wrinkled fingers hovered over the boxes, as if looking for something in particular.
“Let me see now, what are we going to have for tonight,” asked Dr. Tamayama to nobody in particular. His fingers stopped at a green box with oversized Jasmine flowers on the label. “I think we’ll have Jasmine. You’ll love this tea.”
Hakuei was fidgeting in his seat. He has long abandoned trying to start a conversation with Dr. Tamayama as it seems that the older man was in a world of his own, and just decided to take a seat and rest. He watched as the good doctor placed two cups and a plateful of butter cookies on the table. They both waited for the water to boil, watching out for the whistling sound of the kettle. Hakuei watched in silence as the doctor moved around the kitchen, trying to put things in order. In the middle of opening up the box of tea bags, Dr. Tamayama said, “You know, you are not the first one to sit on that spot with such silent contemplation.”
“What do you mean?” asked Hakuei. Dr. Tamayama took his time answering. He brought back two tea bags and placed one in each cup. The steam escaping from the kettle was a sign that it was boiling, and a couple of seconds later, it started whistling. The old doctor turned off the stove and took the kettle, both his hands clad in oversized, faded pink potholders. He carefully poured hot water into both cups and placed the kettle on the table, as far away from them as possible.
“Please, help your self with the cookies too,” said the doctor, as he sat himself right across Hakuei. He motioned for Hakuei to take the cup, which the younger man followed. As Hakuei was sipping his tea, Dr. Tamayama’s slight shaky voice filled the kitchen, “He was so remorseful back then. It’s as if all life was drained away from him. And I, too, was just as rueful as he was.”
Hakuei placed the cup on table but his hand never left its warmth. “Who or what are you talking about, Tamayama-san?”
“Yuichiro,” answered the doctor. “His name was Wataru Yuichiro.”
“Excuse me?” asked Hakuei. He was about to take another sip of his tea when the familiarity of the name hit him.
“Yoshiki-kun,” said Dr. Tamayama.
Hakuei was stunned. How did this local doctor know Yoshiki’s real name.
“As I’ve said, Hideki-san, you’re not the first of your kind to seek assistance here at my home. I was still working for the hospital; I just got back home from work only to find my wife assisting two men in our living room. One was at death’s doorstep and the other was stunned to silence. My wife, god bless her soul, learned a few things from observing me. She was somehow able to stop the other man from bleeding. But, in all honesty, it was futile. I just did not have the heart to tell her at that time. The young man was just to weak from blood loss. I could barely hear his heartbeat…, ” Tamayama said, regret evident in his voice.
Hakuei remained quiet, his tea long forgotten on the table. It was only now that he felt cold from being soaked all throughout the afternoon ‘til the early evening. The story that the doctor was telling was helping either. It somehow sent chills up his spine, knowing that in the very same house, Yoshiki went through the same thing he just experienced.
“God knows I wanted to do all I can for the young man but it was just too late. He died right there, on my couch,” said Dr. Tamayama, motioning towards the hallway that led to the sitting area. He took an unsteady sip from the steaming cup, and placed it on the table. “Yoshiki-kun was hysterical. I had to mend his right hand because he busted it by hitting the wall continuously. I’ve never seen a man shake with so much sorrow until that night.”
Hakuei cleared his throat, daring for the first time to ask something. “Who died, Tamayama-san?”
“Ah yes. Who died indeed. His name was Hideto. I could remember Yoshiki-kun calling his name over and over again… that voice still lingers within this house. It haunts me too, you see. As a doctor, you feel like a failure if a patient of yours passes on. If only I arrived much earlier,” said Dr. Tamayama. He shook his head and let out a muddled laugh. “If I could only get a dollar for all the should have been’s and the if’s in my life, I’ll be a rich fellow.”
“Still, Tamayama-san… Yoshiki-kun? How…?”
“Guessing from your reaction, you’re pretty familiar with him. Well, as you already know, I am too. It’s such a coincidence, really, that I found you at my doorsteps as well. Just to answer that lingering question, Hideki-san, I’ve grown to like Yoshiki-kun. After Hideto-san’s death, he would often visit me and have tea right here. I guess, he wanted to be in the last place his dear friend breathed his last breath. I don’t see him anymore though. Must be busy with his… work.”
Hakuei nodded, acknowledging the old doctor’s answer.
“He was just as quiet as you are now. His face, however, was one of anguish and sadness. Yours, my young boy, is one of turmoil. I pray to all the gods in heaven that this will be the last I will see you. Don’t take it negatively though. I’d like to have company over. However, ninety percent of the time, they’re here because they or one of their loved ones are ailing. To a doctor, you see, an empty hospital is one of life’s little pleasures.”
“Tamayama-san, aside from Yoshiki-sama—,” Hakuei said, unable to stop himself. “I mean, aside fro—…”
“Go ahead. I think we’ve pretty much established who you are and what you do.”
Hakuei nodded and continued, “Aside from Yoshiki-sama, you said you’ve tended to others like me?”
“Why, yes. Of course. Half the time, it’s one of Yoshiki-kun’s men. On several occasions, it was one of the higher ups. I do not choose my patients. Doctors do not have enough space left to spare for hypocrisy. They carry enough burden on their shoulder each time they try to save a life,” related Dr. Tamayama, sipping his tea then relishing the tanned liquid as it swirled inside his mouth. He looked at Hakuei, eyes piercing him through and through. “Are you connected to him by happenstance?”
“It’s a small world, Tamayama-san. It’s a very small world,” was all Hakuei could say. He took his cup had his share of the warm tea.
“When I saw the two of you at my door steps, it hit me like a flashback. Only this time, it was I who found you and not my wife, and Toshiya-san was still alive. Forgive me for saying but I was insistent in saving his life, aside from obvious reasons, because I wanted to somehow redeem myself.”
“No offence taken, Tamayama-san,” said Hakuei.
“A slight offence is nothing to you, of course. My dear boy, the world that you live in… everything is magnified ten times. The drama is something that you must get used to or else you won’t survive. I’ve had a peek of this world so many times but I never really delved in. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it. I’m too old you see,” Dr. Tamayama said. “I’ve always wondered if Yoshiki-kun have moved on. He was much younger then, volatile and easily tempted. Why, if I hadn’t locked him up inside one of the rooms that night, he would’ve gone out in search for more blood to spill.” The old doctor shook his head at the memory.
“I know I’ve asked this several times already but, is Toshiya-kun going to be okay?” asked Hakuei, breaking the doctor’s reverie.
“Oh, yes, yes. Most certainly will. I have seen patients in a far worse situation. He’ll be fine once Andou-san is done with him. He’ll be safe at the hospital… Andou-san is not new to this, you know.”
Hakuei stood up and bowed low, “Thank you, Tamayama-san.”
“All in the days work, my boy. I guess you want to get going then, eh? Well, I can’t keep you here… this place houses too many phantoms of days long gone and it burdens you even more. Nevertheless, you are always welcome in this place, Hideki-san.”
“Tamayama-san,” Hakuei started. “If you don’t mind me asking, was there any specific reason why you asked me to stay?”
The doctor looked up at Hakuei, eyes squiting in the process. “Yes, there is. I was lost in my musings there. Thank you for reminding me.” With that, Dr. Tamayama stood up and walked past Kaoru. “Follow me, young man.”
They exited the kitchen and reentered the dark hallway. Embracing the old, musky smell of the wooden walls; the aroma of the past lingering leisurely in their noses. There was something appeasing about the place if one would disregard its past. Hakuei looked on as the doctor felt his way back to the living room, his hands grazing over the aged grains of the wood. Dr. Tamayama entered the dimly lit living room, walking past the sofa and across the room. He stopped at an old cubbyhole and pulled out the first drawer. He took out a small, black, lacquered box and faced Hakuei.
“Come here, Hideki-san.”
Hakuei walked up to him. The old doctor placed the box in his hands and looked up at him.
“It’s either a yes or a no, Hideki-san. Would you kindly return this to Yoshiki-kun?”
Hakuei nodded his head and accepted the box.
“I never had the bravado to give it to him. I kept thinking that if I give it to him, he would have another reason to seek revenge. I had half-a-mind to throw it away several times but there was something about it that made it too important to be thrown away. It’s a wonderful piece of work and that’s big coming from someone who doesn’t know much about it,” said Dr. Tamayama. He turned and pushed the drawer back in.
As Dr. Tamayama walked past him, Hakuei opened the box. Its black shell encased a deep, red velvet interior, lush and rich. In the middle of the box lies a beautiful pistol, rare in its design and make. The gun had fine carvings on it; vine-like features that were inlaid by gold. The metal gleamed in the yellow light—seemingly cold and hard against the mellow milieu.
“I don’t know if its Hideto-san’s or Yoshiki-kun’s but it definitely does not belong to me. So please, return it on my behalf,” asked Dr. Tamayama from behind him. Hakuei turned to face the old doctor; in this light it seems that he was much smaller and weaker. Dr. Tamayama then said, “As I said, it was too beautiful for me to just throw it away. Do tell Yoshiki-kun that I would be glad to have his company every now and then.”
“I will… Tamayama-san, if I may be so bold,” said Hakuei. He earned a nod from the older man. “If Yoshiki-sama finds his way back here, please tell him that only I and Maru* were here. Nobody else.”
The old doctor looked at Hakuei, his eyes never leaving the younger pair across his. “We all have our own ghosts to vanquish. They come in different forms and arrive at the most untimely fashion. Hideki-san, I don’t want another Yoshiki to enter that door. Be prepared. Always,” said Dr. Tamayama. He headed towards the door and waited for Hakuei to exit. He watched as the younger man made his way down the path before he finally closed the door.
--------------------------------------------------
A mere twenty minutes after the black SUV turned the corner, Hakuei found himself sitting across another person. This time, it was in a well-lit room, the smell of antiseptic and anti-bacterial cleaners evident in the atmosphere, and the white walls towered over him. Cabinets were filled with medical supplies and first aid charts were hanging all over the place. The table was made of light-Cedar wood and was as stark and deserted at the color of the walls. The only warmth, if you can call it that, that exudes from it was given by the golden name plate placed right smack in the middle of it. It read: Dr. Daisuke Andou, M.D.
The said man was sitting behind his high office chair, back turned towards Hakuei. The young doctor spent almost ten minutes telling him all the procedure that was done and will be done on Toshimasa. After a one-sided discussion, Dr. Andou finally told him that he will be allowed to visit Toshimasa. The only thing that prevented Hakuei from seeing Toshimasa was the fact that the said doctor entertained a phone call right before they stood up.
Hakuei heard Dr. Andou’s voice bounce off the cemented walls. It was grating at his nerves. Was it too much to ask, really?
“No. Nothing out of the unusual. I’ll give you a heads up when I do—,” said Dr. Andou.
“Andou-san!!!” said Hakuei, a tad bit too loud for the small office. “How long will this take?”
“I… well, that’s just one of my patients. I taking blood samples and it seems that the confinement of this pseudo-sanitarium is getting to him. I’d better go. I’ll call you,” said Dr. Andou. A beep was heard then the phone was replaced on the receiver. The chair turned to show a none-to-please doctor. “May I ask why you did that?”
“You’re taking up too much of my time, doctor,” said Hakuei, not even bothering to mask the irritation.
Dr. Andou looked at him solemnly and said, “We always get ungrateful jerk-offs like you, Hideki-san.” With that, he stood up, signaling Hakuei to follow him. The other man stood up and followed the young doctor out into the deserted hallway. The nurse station was manned by two, quite nurses; only the sound of an old Japanese song can be heard, emanating from the stereo hidden somewhere behind their desk. A couple of teenagers were sleeping at the waiting lobby, their disposition showing that they’ve had a good dose of alcohol earlier in the evening. They headed towards the elevator and went up two floors from the third.
Room 510. That was Toshimasa’s room. It was at the very end of the hall, near the fire exit.
“Maru-san is also inside. This is a suite so there are spare beds provided. You can wash up in there too, toiletries can be found in the small cabinet right next to the bed. If there’s anything you need, just ask for me,” said Dr. Andou. He walked past Hakuei and did not turn back.
Hakuei heaved a sigh and opened the door. Inside he saw Toshimasa lying on the bed, his skin was as white as the sheets that surrounded him. In the sitting area, Miyavi was lying on top of the green sofa, his long limbs hanging at the edge.
He looked around and his eyes fell upon the telephone on the side table. He needed to call somebody and let them know what happened—well, atleast parts of the story that he was willing to share. Right now though, his body is not letting him. He was at a lost. His plan were at a standstill. To Hakuei’s dismay, great ideas do not visit him as often as he would like them to. And when they do, they often take a turn for the worst.
“Hey boss.”
His rumination was broken by the sound of Miyavi’s voice. He looked at his subordinate, getting up from his position. Miyavi hissed all of a sudden and made a grab for his ribs. Hakuei looked away, not really knowing how to deal with Miyavi at that moment.
“Boss, there’s a pull out bed right there. Take it. I’ll take first watch,” offered Miyavi. Hakuei wanted to point out that if he was willing to take first watch, he should never have slept in the first place. He was however, too tired to take notice of such small things.
From the corner of his eye, Hakuei watched as Miyavi struggled to get up. His lanky figure looked fragile and hurting. He pulled out the bed from underneath and looked at Hakuei. “See boss. Practical, these hospitals.
When one person does not know what to do, sleep is the next best thing. Dreams usually conjure the best ideas and readings of one’s future. To Hakuei, sleep was just something he needed to do so he can fill up the time from now until the time he needs to wake up and start thinking about what he should do again. He laid down the bed and closed his eyes; phantom lights lingered beneath his eyelids, teasing him to open them up again.
“Hey boss, I’ll turn off the lights, okay?” Miyavi half-whispered somewhere above him.
Again, Hakuei was too tired to reprimand Miyavi for every stupid idea that he puts on the table. Turning off the lights would make him sleepy too and Hakuei had not doubt that he will be down tossing and turning all night long. There was silence as the room became dark, the only light was shining through the lone window right next to Toshimasa. Hakuei heard Miyavi shuffling somewhere to his right; then, all was quiet.
Hakeui turned to his side, trying to find the best position to sleep. He remained in that position for several minutes, trying to catch some sleep but it was fruitless. He was still awake and the hard bed was not helping. His damp clothes made him shiver and made him curse at the heavens for the untimely rain. All of a sudden, a soft snoring drifted to his ear.
Miyavi was asleep.
If only it came to him as easily as it was for the younger man. Hakuei was pissed again and for the nth time that night, he wanted nothing else but to shout and thrash about. To say that this was not his day is an understatement. He lied on his back, and opened his eyes. The slightly highlighted ceiling was the dance floor for passing lights and hopping shadows.
Tonight, Hakuei dines in the Madhatter’s kitchen.
Notes:
> The more that I write this story, the more that I realize that this is really a crossover. Don’t worry, it’s still KaoxTotchi. I wouldn’t post it here if it weren’t. I’m just surprised that I keep coming up with these characters along the way. And you know what, I actually considered using Gackt as the older doctor. I just laughed my ass off knowing that it would be a HUGE mistake.
> I know, you’ve been waiting for Kaoru to finally meet Toshiya but that will have to wait. It might seem right now that Hakuei is taking Kaoru’s place but he’s not.
> You might have noticed that Dr. Tamayama is calling Hakuei differently. Of course, that just goes to show that he is being careful. And who the hell is Maru? I would assume you all knew that it was Miyavi I was referring to.
> I’d also like to apologize for the delayed update of this fiction. Expect the edited version to come up on the next update. Which brings me to Chapter 2. I edited it… well sort of. Not thoroughly though. Hope you enjoy.
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