Hey!! About this fanfic...I have no medical experience what-so-ever. If you do, and you find something that is completely wrong, you can tell me about it, or you can ignore it because you are aware that I don't know what I'm talking about. It's just meant to be a "good" story. It will be an AU and in a different setting than Japan. Mainly because I don't know a lot about Japan and if I don't know what I'm writing about then, chances are, I shouldn't write it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Aoshi Shinomori walked down the hall of the Institute for Dramatized Individuals (IDI) with a nurse. For a college assignment in psychology, him and other students were assigned patients in the hospital to study and possibly help. The only other person on this assignment that he knew was Kenshin, which was always a delight (sarcasm). The nurse led him further down the hall to room 210. She checked the clipboard on the door before turning back to Aoshi.
"This is one of our healthier patients. There are only two things seriously wrong with her. One she is mute. She has cut off all communications with everyone she has encountered. Two, she has uncontrolled belemia. Aoshi cocked an eyebrow.
"Uncontrolled?" The nurse nodded as she opened the door.
"She's had a few traumatic experiences." Aoshi wanted to say more but the nurse walked in and was now standing in front of an young woman. "Mr. Shinomori, this is Misao Mackimachi." The girl just stared at him giving him a pretty picture of her features. Although, her eyes weren't so friendly. They were a striking green that sat wide on her face and pierced through him.
Misao jerked her head slightly to the side and the nurse rushed out of the room. Aoshi wasn't even sure if she moved. The nurse was just scared of her.
'She can't be that bad.' Aoshi thought as he sunk down into a chair opposite the bed. He glanced down at the clipboard the nurse had thrown at him.
Name: Misao Mackimachi
DOB: October 23, 1991
Town: Mineral Springs State: Arkansas
Aoshi snorted. 'No wonder she's mute. She probably talks like a hick.' He went on to read about her mental and physical problems. Family medical history etc. etc...
He stopped reading and looked around the room, trying to avoid the girl in front of him. That is until he got pegged in the head with a paper ball. He looked down at the offending thing on his lap and then opened it.
"I am literate." It said simply. His eye brows raised at the note. He took out a pen and started scribbling on the page.
"I thought you had cut off all types of communication. I think this just might be considered that." He crumpled the sheet and threw it back at her. He watched her as she read the note and rolled her eyes. The paper ball was soon thrown back to him.
"That's only to family and people I don't like. You know, I'm mute. Not deaf. You can talk to me." Aoshi growled.
"Whatever." The girl smirked. She grabbed a new sheet of paper and started writing on it. He walked over to her and looked at the paper.
"Name?"
"Aoshi Shinomori." He felt weird. It was like talking to himself, except with a mute girl.
"Misao Mackimachi." Aoshi read the paper and then leaned back in the chair.
"Yeah. I know. We've already exchanged names. Remember the paranoid nurse that ran out of the room?" Misao glared at him and scribbled on the paper.
"Whatever. So what are you doing here anyway?"
"I'm here for my psychology class. We're here to study the patients and hopefully find a cure." Miso snorted. Her hand flew over the paper.
"Some of us don't want help." Aoshi cocked an eyebrow.
"Do you want help?" Misao looked down at her lap. Her hand loosely gripped the pencil, hovering over a blank spot.
"It's better this way." it said simply. Aoshi sighed. Would he still get a good grade if the girl was stubborn?
"Okay. Well, let's start with what happened. How did you end up this way? Mute and stomach issues. Is it all in your head or is it something more physical?" He clipped a piece of paper to the clipboard and waited for an answer. Miso once again sat motionless.
Once again stubborn.
Aoshi waited in case she was just trying to word the story. But after a while, he figured she just didn't want to "talk".
"Look. The only way I can help you (and get a good grade) is if I know what happened and how you got this way. So give me something." he said desperately. The assignment would be over in two months. That wasn't a lot of time to jack around.
He was ready to give up when Misao slowly started putting words to paper. Soon half the page was covered in her scrawled writing. She handed the page to Aoshi.
"A few months ago, I was walking home from a friends house. Some drunk man ran me over and then took off. The exhaust pipe came close to my face. When I inhaled the fumes, it burned my throat all the way down to my stomach. Now every time I try to eat, I throw up because it irritates the burns. The doctors told me that I shouldn't try to talk either. They don't know how it's affected my body." Aoshi put the paper down on his lap and stared at it. He hadn't heard of anything like this. He pitied the poor thing.
He turned his head when he heard growl.
(Okay, I know. If you can't talk how can you make noises from your throat? It's stupid but it's my fanfic. And it's easier that way. If you want to comment fine but I'm gonna think your stupid for it.)
She etched away on the paper and then forced it towards him.
"Don't act like that and don't make those faces. I don't want your pity. You can try to help me if you want to but from now on just be normal and talk to me." she smiled when he looked up from the paper. Her bright blue eyes sparkled from under her long lashes. Aoshi chuckled.
"Alright. What do you want to talk about?" Misao lit up and brought out mounds of paper to write on.
fin
Okay so that's the first chapter. I started writing this a long time ago on my personal computer and am just now getting this on fanfiction. If you like it and want me to continue, review. If you think it needs revising, review. If you don't think at all, review. Are you getting the picture here?