Disclaimer: I would love to own GA and all the bishies in it, but sadly, i don't... boohoo... T^T ... But I still love Higuchi Tachibana Sensei! \(^0^)/
Just a Figure of Your Imagination
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"I'm sorry. I'm just a figure of your imagination. Goodbye"
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Prologue
His Hotness and Sanity
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"Yome, I think I'm going insane." the raven haired man in his late 20's sighed, the moment he came barging inside his friend's clinic's office without warning.
To say it's sudden is an understatement.
His current whereabouts was the least, or rather, not in his most likely places to be. Ever. And he was the last person in this Yome's contacts, that he would expect to make a visit at his work place.
The trespasser laid his body comfortably on the green, leather reclining chair; placing a hand on the armrest as the other pinched the bridge of his nose, nursing the forming headache.
He grunted and grumbled, sending obvious signals of his apparent irritation. He sighed and mumbled things, that if heard would make anyone retreat to a couple of miles away. He was in distress; much to others shock and his dismay, making him seek his friend doctor's company; earning his ears and all attention.
Kokoro Yome, a known psychiatrist in his age of 26 turned his head to look at his friend with his curious little eyes. He was just about to finish stacking a pile of medical books on his shelf when the unexpected guest came crashing through his door, in a fashion in which runaway brides would usually do with some church's double doors.
It was good that he's got no scheduled appointments 'till 4 in the afternoon; he's got time to accommodate his so called deranged-claiming friend.
He walked across the room, sat in his usual seat and began his usual routine, like he'd done with his clients with much enthusiasm than needed.
"So what seems to be the problem?" he began, as he crossed his legs, clasping both hands on top of the other, leaning forward as both elbows came resting on either sides of the chairs armrest while placing his chin on top his knuckles fixing his face with that of a thoughtful expression, urging him to continue his previous ranting.
The man, who wore a black suit with his red silk tie set loose, dangling to his chest, stirred and gazed at him. His eyes flickered with annoyance. Quirking an eyebrow, he gave the doctor an incredulous glare.
'Any girl would swoon before his gaze' Koko mused.
His friend's features, compared to him, are that worth to be placed above a pedestal. Fit to be displayed on some art museum eternally praised for his beauty and oh so hotness. His eyes that flickered commonly with boredom or annoyance, resembled fire itself in both color and radiance, are a thing of its own. Though it usually did give off a cold and indifferent stare that matched well with the tone his low husky voice gave off; everything was of pure melody and harmonized on this God-like almost perfect creature.
He chuckled with the thought of his friend being referred as an almost perfect creature in his thoughts. Koko knew he would object. He would oh so highly state that he is perfect and that that is well being stated at most magazines, newspapers, TV shows and web blogs, etc. Not that he ever cared to know.
But Koko knew better. And the almighty him also did. That is why they're here right now, facing each other in the most peculiar of circumstances.
The doctor/friend laid his back to rest in his chair and gave his hot visitor a smile while raising a brow, urging him to speak.
"Don't you start treating me as one of those deranged clients of yours." his not-so-patient-yet hissed, crimson eyes set on a fiery glare.
"Didn't you just claim yourself to be one, moments ago?" he mused, quirking an eyebrow.
He sighed as his friend merely gave him his famous `Hn.' as an answer, while scowling at a corner of his office.
"You know Natsume, I'm not a mind reader." he sighed. "You can start talking to get this over with or stay quiet if you want. But that my dear friend won't get us anywhere and we both know that we both have got no time to waist: especially you, Natsume. Being the CEO of the Hyuuga Corporations and what not; the most sought after bachelor in the land. I would really have to wonder how you sleep with all the busy-ness and crap you're in." he compla-er-explained.
Natsume grimaced. He thought of how him, being the sought after hot hunk of a flesh that he was, has to do with his schedule. Though admittedly, he did have date-invites lined-up here and there, but, he could only care less for he never really paid them mind. He's already busy as it is with their business.
He stood up, sighed while ruffling a set of his perfectly unruly silky black hair and gave his friend a look.
Koko looked up at him, worry crossing his face.
He did not understand why Natsume has that unreadable expression. His eyes flickered with sadness and despair, though his facial feature remained cold and stoic as ever. He shook his head and turned to leave while realization dawns Koko on the familiarity of it all.
"Is this about her?" he spoke; shock and disbelief evident in his voice and features.
Natsume merely shrugged as he turned his head over his shoulders to land his friend his gaze, only to witness him in hysteria.
"Now way!" he ruffled his neatly combed hair and met his gaze. "I mean, really?" his eyes about to bulge out it's sockets as he perspired and paced around the room, stopping mid-way to look at his friend who just stood there, observing his every move.
"You have got to be kidding me Nat! it's been years! And the Natsume Hyuuga has never been shaken by anything or anyone for that matter…"he pointed at as he resumed his pace "…well except for the deranged females of your family, namely Hotaru, Aoi and um... your mother..." he gulped " but still…" trailing off; dread marring his voice.
Natsume watched his friend in amusement while he fought the urge to chuckle at his friend's teen-like outburst. He watched as he animatedly discussed to himself the situation Natsume was in, complete with hand gestures lifted here and there with a contorted face that changes every second with every deduction, losing his professional composure and acting the idiot he really was.
'An overly concerned idiot' Natsume thoughtfully mused.
"And here I thought, I needed consultation" he smirked as he leaned his side on the door frame while crossing his arms to his chest, fighting the urge to laugh at his friends intake on his misery.
Koko scowled at him. He was in the middle of contemplating the torture he'll receive if the female species of the Igarashi's find out about his ranting when Natsume interrupted him on his reverie. He sighed then grinned. 'A total idiot' Natsume thought.
"Yeah… you do. So let's begin. I'll act the idiot later." He said, and began composing himself back to his professional state of mind as they both resumed their previous positions.
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