Power
Chapter 1
It had been one year since Naru, the Narcissist returned from England after burying his twin brother Gene and reopened SPR. He had gathered his former employees and gave them their old jobs back, including Mai Taniyama. She had continued as a part-time investigator after he had left throwing her confession in the air by saying that she was in love with Gene and not him. He had left her confused and broken, but she knew deep inside her heart that she loved Naru as well, she had a year to think about it and she was positive, though she had to admit that she loved Gene as well but since he was dead she had settled her feelings with Naru. Though after returning from England he didn't acknowledge that there was any change in his feelings or not.
He had gone back to treating her like he always did, demanding for tea and teasing her about her intelligence level and a whole lot of other things. These little sessions had always left a fuming and red Mai behind. Though she was a little embarrassed knowing that Naru now knew how she felt about him, she was glad that nothing had changed between them even despite the revelation. Altogether she was ecstatic that she was reunited with her family.
She changed somewhat in appearance, her hair now reached her waist and she had gotten herself a pair of glasses, her eyesight had grown horrendous over the year, she not conveying the reason to anybody since she didn't want them to worry about her too much. She knew that if they ever came to find out that she had glaucoma they would just fuss over her too much, and she didn't want that to happen. Other than that she was going through financial crisis since the eye drops and medications she got for her glaucoma were dead expensive. She knew there was no cure for glaucoma but some surgeries had short-term effects but they were out of her range.
The doctor had diagnosed her with closed angle glaucoma, it being the dangerous of the two types since it came with its own handful of symptoms: nausea, vomiting, headaches, migraines and also a red eye, and it developed more quickly than the open angle glaucoma.
She sighed exasperatedly, her head hung low and her shoulders slumped as she thought about all this while walking home from school. She knew that she was going blind and if not treated she would never get her eyesight back. She thought of her family and the idea of never being able to see them again overwhelmed and saddened her heart. But she just didn't have the money for the treatment. Her footfalls slowed down as she neared her place of residence. It was a dingy neighbourhood, unhealthy and poor, stuffed to one side of Shibuya, ignored and neglected, separated by a rusty iron gate from the rest of the world. The blocks of flats were worn out and dirty and the streets was cluttered with garbage and unsanitary water was collected in a puddle near the gutter. She went through the iron gates and approached her block, Block-A, flat number 8, the last one on the four storey high building.
She entered her block and climbed dejectedly to her floor, gripping the rickety wooden banister and thinking about her glaucoma and the rising headache in her temples and the feeling of nausea taking over her, sweat covered her forehead as she reached her flat, grabbed her keys from her pockets and unlocked the door, stepping inside her dark flat.
She groped for the light switch on her left and turned the light on, her flat came into view. It was quite small with one tiny bedroom, a small kitchen, a lounge and a tiny washroom. The bedroom was placed directly in front of the entrance, the lounge in between; the kitchen was placed across the lounge on the left, converging together as there was no room for a separate kitchen door. The washroom was to the right, the door closed.
She closed the door behind her as the nausea seared again and she ran to the washroom, her left hand covering her mouth, she used the right one to open the door and hurried to the toilet bowl. Vomiting severely, she collapsed on her knees in front of it and continued vomiting until her lunch and breakfast had left her stomach. Her temples pulsing like mad every time she heaved. When she was done, the nausea and the headache lifted, making her sigh in relief. She got up from the floor and brushed her teeth to rid herself of the puke taste in her mouth, having done that she made her way to her bedroom and took out a pair of black Capri pants and a shocking pink half-sleeved top and started changing her uniform. She slumped down on her bed and looked over at her alarm clock to find that it was 5 o'clock in the evening. She straightened her glasses just as her mobile phone started buzzing. She got up and picked the phone from beside her clock to see that it was Naru who was calling her, she took in a deep breath and answered the phone, "Hello?" she sighed.
"Mai, get to the office ASAP, pack for the week" the cold and indifferent voice said, but before Mai could reply Naru cut off the connection.
"Ok?" she said raising her eyebrow and sighed, putting down her phone. She started grabbing her clothes and her medicines ready for yet another case.
Author's Note: So this is my first ever fanfic. And I was a little confused on how to start it. Hope you guys like it, R and R. Any suggestions are welcome and I'll try to upload the next chapter when I feel like it, hehehe. =D