*No Cure for That*

by: WhiteGloves

A/N: *Imagine watching Final Stage movie just this year?*

Yeah. I don't even want to know why it took me this late -.-''

Still reading the manga though! Human auction! Nao's in trouble haha!

Please enjoy~ won't take long!

Tokyo's busy street wouldn't even allow a needle to fall down. Everybody was in a hurry on their way from different directions toward different destinations.

One of them was a simple looking man with lanky arms and legs. Out of all the busy-looking-people crossing the street, he alone stood out with his vacant expression as if telling the world he was in no hurry whatsoever. Although it can be said that his expression wasn't at all clear since his black hair was covering his eyes— just the way he walked was enough for everyone to guess he was some kind of freelancer.

And Akiyama Shinichi was.

With his hands, which were covered with his white sleeved shirt, jammed on both his pockets, the man walked straight on the well paved street with a slight haunch and carefree attitude. He didn't stop for anything on his way. He just went on as if the road was leading him on and on.

Everything was smooth as the well paved road.

Everything was noisy around but he made sure he was not involved in any of it.

He just wanted to continue on with no burden on his shoulder.

Or so he thought.

It was just three months ago when his life was everything but peaceful like now. Three months ago he participated in a certain game called the Liar Game where everything was about lies, deceptions and betrayal. A game full of wicked money and wicked thoughts evil usually feeds on.

The Liar Game. Game humans are so perfectly in because it has become part of their nature. Akiyama wrinkled his nose at the thought. A game full of that would naturally make anyone sick to the gut. A game he would never want to hear again. Well, if he did—he'd go destroy it again.

But then as the man thought as he walked freely and away from the clutches of the game—why bother if the game was secretly alive or not? What does it matter when he was actually living in the real Liar Game?

Akiyama didn't have to open his eyes but he knew the people walking around him are all but honest.

They were all part of the largest game he had ever joined in—the society's Liar Game.

That was why, as much as he could, he never wanted unnecessary trouble from anyone anymore. He never wanted to get involve in. It was one thing that he helped one particular girl in the game. But there was no way in hell he will get involved with other people just because they were too naive like her in this big world of liars.

Thinking about her made Akiyama pause for awhile.

To think all the trouble happened because of her. Akiyama thought it was really impossible to forget her.

How can he when she was really the epitome of the word FOOL?

Akiyama pulled his right hand from his pocket and looked at his phone. There were again ten missed calls from her that morning. And there were ten more yesterday. And the week after that. Well, to put it simply out of the three months they haven't seen each other, Nao Kanzaki has never lost the time to do her promise to 'always keep in touch'.

To which Akiyama had no counter (admittedly though, he had never ONCE made a counter against her. She was the only one formidable enough to make him admit defeat. Even until now).

So as a cool response—he never answered his phone— to which Akiyama secretly takes pride on (simply saying he can after all go against her even in a small way—which he thought was slightly childish as well).

So that particular day, he satisfied himself with the ten missed calls and continued marching like the rest of the people around him toward his unknown destination.

That was when something happened that made him doubt his senses.

"Kanzaki Nao-san!" said a voice from what appeared to be a loud speaker.

Akiyama blinked and looked around feeling confused. It was impossible to mistake such a loud sound—let alone believe it only to be the figment of his not so delusional imagination. He looked from left to right but saw nothing... and then he looked just in front of him.

He saw Nao.

But she was not physically there—she was on the large television screen of a commercial building which was standing in the middle of Tokyo. Right beside her stood a reporter with her house as the background. It made Akiyama gape.

What the hell...?

"So again we welcome our hero of the day, Kanzaki Nao-san!" the female reporter said enthusiastically while now shifted beside her looking uncertain and a little embarrassed. Akiyama raised his eyes. What was this all about?

"So Kanzaki Nao-san was the lady who reportedly returned a briefcase to a foreign investor three days ago that caused a stir along Tokyo!" the reporter continued cheerfully as she turned to Nao, "so, Kanzaki-san! What does it feel like to be in national television?"

"E...eh?" Nao blinked looking clueless on the screen, "N-national tv? I thought you said this was just a recording?"

"Eh, don't be shy, Kanzaki-san!" the reporter smiled forcefully, "you know I was only kidding when I said that! We are on air right now!"

Nao looked at the reporter as if she suddenly realized it was all true—making Akiyama's jaw to slightly drop.

"So then again, Kanzaki-san! That briefcase was believed to hold at least three hundred million dollars from this foreign investor who left it inside a taxi you happened to ride in! What kind of luck exactly do you have?"

"W-well, I wouldn't call it luck exactly," Nao said and Akiyama knew she was still a little upset of finding out she was on air, "I- I mean, it wasn't at all lucky for the foreigner to lose something as important as that..."

The reporter stared at now and then looked at the screen with wide eyes.

"Then you're saying it never crossed your mind to take it for yourself?"

"N-not really," Nao avoided looking at the screen, "i-it wasn't mine to begin with and when I saw the tag name attached to it with an address I just thought of delivering it back..."

The reporter slightly looked at the screen and Akiyama could feel her sense of being with someone not ordinary. Well—at least for the reporter—maybe to be with someone weird.

"Such an honest girl, Kanzaki-san!" the female reporter then went on, "it made the foreign investor so happy he actually made it in public to thank you last night!"

"T-that's what you told me awhile ago," Nao nodded still looking uncertain, "so that's why I was receiving different phone calls and house calls just today..."

"See! You've become so popular with one act of kindness! You really are lucky!"

"W-well..."

"So then—it wass apparent the foreign investor was so thrilled with you he even said on an interview he was willing to give you anything you asked for! Have you ever thought of anything that you want?"

Nao seriously stared at the reporter and it was really a look so serious it made the reporter stop talking.

"H-he said that?" Nao asked with a little inclination of his head, "I don't really think it's necessary though. Can you give him that message?"

Again—the reporter had to gape at Nao as if seeing something too much out of ordinary. It wasn't just her, Akiyama noticed the people around him stopping in the middle of the road to watch the interview.

"That girl's something, isn't she?" said a man standing on Akiyama's left.

"What the hell is she saying?" said another man on the right, "she should ask for half the price! What an idiot girl!"

Akiyama's eyes could not be seen under his hair.

And the reporter, too, who seemed to have realized she was interviewing someone out of her context, slightly nodded as if getting a cue from someone behind the camera.

"W-well, Kanzaki-san! That really shows how an honest girl you are! It's like y-you're saying you were not expecting anything in return!"

"I don't think it's necessary." Nao said, and this time she looked at the screen with a straight face—and Akiyama saw her conviction, "when you help people you don't expect anything in return. When other people are in trouble we don't take advantage of them and... when people tells us something wholeheartedly... we don't doubt them. That's what I believe."

And this public announcement from a girl with clear, bright eyes on the screen made everyone in Tokyo Metropolitan stare in awe.

Akiyama, who was too used to Nao, merely stared at her for a second, before walking away muttering to himself.

"Bakka."

Kanzaki Nao closed her door for the seventeenth time that day with her back pressed on the door.

"W-what exactly is happening...?" she muttered under her breath and then looked around her room.

It was jam packed with boxes and letters.

Nao pressed her lips and then walked slowly toward the boxes which she had been receiving since this afternoon after the interview. It was like a downpour of letters and gifts from everybody! Still she had no idea why strangers would suddenly send her this and that and had no idea how to find out either. And more still—all she could do was to receive them.

But she never liked the prospect of opening something from strangers.

At least—that was what the Liar Game taught her.

Opening a black box or opening a black letter—all of these she has long considered a taboo.

That was why she spent her energy just looking at the boxes on her table and the letters with it. She didn't dare come near it—let alone read it. She was as cautious as a rabbit hiding in her hole.

All she could do was stay put and not touch a thing.

But until when can she keep it up?

Nao looked at the colourful boxes and suddenly realized something.

"If they were anything dangerous... would they really be inside boxes like that?" she thought aloud to herself. Nao stared at the objects again and then after a minute, finally decided to make up her mind.

She would open one.

Minutes later we find Kanzaki Nao facing loads of opened gifts and letters. Some of the boxes contained useful things like handkerchiefs, a purse, a lock with key, a group of colourful objects Nao hasn't yet figured out the use of, a red mug, a jumping rope and then a white blanket. The letters needed to be read one by one, and as she went through them she couldn't help feeling slightly accomplished for most of the letters addressed her message on the tv with positive response like how they were inspired by her. Others were full of hate which Nao could never understand where come from while others were just letters sent by people who wishes to speak with her for advices. All of which Nao had decided to lend a hand on without second thoughts.

As she was dialling on her phone for the third time that night, there was a sudden knock on her door.

Nao Kanzaki looked at the door with wonder on her eyes and then at the clock. It was 9:45 in the evening. The girl heard another knock on the door and then immediately stood up. Was it another letter? At this late hour?

She opened the door wide with her expectant eyes.

And received a slight knock on the head.

"Ow!" she gasped as she massaged her head.

"Idiot. Don't just open the door like that in this hour. Really, you..."

Nao's eyes widened as she recognized the owner of the voice. Looking up—she found him—her most trusted ally and probably the only person she would ever trust with her whole life.

"Akiyama-san!" she said with such devotion it made the bored looking guy raise an eye a little.

"Don't just Akiyama-san me," he said sounding a little amused, "what has been happening around you?"

"Eh?" Nao blinked as she made way for Akiyama to enter before closing the door, "Akiyama-san, how did you know that something is happening to me?"

Akiyama looked behind him with no change on his expression.

"It's easy to know after all the trouble you made in front of the television."

Nao inclined her head a little looking puzzled. "Trouble?"

Akiyama gave a little snort and made his way toward her room.

"For example," he said as he eyed the gifts and letters on her table with glinting eyes, "these."

Nao stopped behind him and looked at the objects curiously.

"What about them? Aren't they just gifts from people—"

"People whom you've never met? Doesn't it remind you of something?"

Nao blinked, and then pouted, "Akiyama-san, that's too rude. These gifts are from people who said they were inspired by me."

Akiyama heaved a sigh and then looked at the objects again. That was when his eyes fell on the colourful objects with different shapes inside one box. He gave it a one long hard look.

Nao noticed it and followed where he was looking.

"Eh? Does Akiyama-san know what those are for? I haven't got a clue."

Akiyama didn't respond but crossed the room and looked at the box with eyes hidden under his eyes.

Nao followed behind him and looked from the box to Akiyama.

"Akiyama-san?" she called.

"Get rid of these." Akiyama in what appeared to be a monotonous tone.

"Hmm?" Nao blinked and looked down the colourful weird objects, "why? What are those?"

"Just get rid of them!" Akiyama insisted sounding frustrated.

Nao blinked many times and then pressed her lips with a frown.

"Akiyama-san came out of nowhere after three months and now you appeared only to tell me to throw something without any explanation? Just tell me what those are!"

Akiyama felt his jaw tightened as he slowly glaced at Nao Kanzaki's way.

Was she ever this stubborn?

But then again how could she tell him what those things are for when she doesn't even know the meaning of S and M? It made his head ache. He stared back at the objects and felt his nerves leave him.

Vibrators. How could he explain things like vibrators to her?

Akiyama felt cold sweat run down his back.

He should have realized the moment he decided to turn around and head for her apartment that...

He was asking for unnecessary trouble.

"Akiyama-san?" Nao went on again looking as puzzled as ever.

Akiyama felt a sweat drop slid down the side of his face.

How was he suppose to explain to a girl as pure as this one about things that might as well corrupt her innocent mind? Then again—does Nao really have no idea?

"Uhmm..." Nao was feeling anxious, Akiyama knew that and this made him more anxious.

It made his expressionless eyes twitch a little.

Then he said in a dead calm voice with eyes flashing toward the girl.

"Oi, just get rid of it."

And for the longest time Nao knew Akiyama she knew instinctively there was no way to question his authority. So with a flustered voice, she jumped over the box of unknown toys.

"H-hai!"

And ran towards the door to dispose of it.

Leaving Akiyama sighing to himself.

"She's really..." he muttered under his breath. And then casting his eyes toward the other loads of boxes and letters, Akiyama's eyes couldn't help but narrow.

"Now... what other problems has this girl got herself entangled with?"

~ ToBeContinued~

I shall continue no matter! For my sake at least!

I'm still entangled in this games' web!

~Thanks for Reading~

Thanks for reading!