Blood, sweat and tears
A Story
Staring the YuGiOh characters Yami, Bakura, Malik, Marik, Ryou, Yugi and Anzu.
Guest starring Hurina-Baka
It wasn't an extraordinary day at all. It was just, a day. Like any other, I awoke to the repetitious beeping of my alarm. I got up, I checked my planner. One thing stood out. My check-up.
I hated doctors. They always scared the shit out of me. I told Yami that once, and he laughed.
"Then why don't I scare the 'shit' out of you?" he'd asked. I'd stared at him blankly a moment. "They're only looking out for your best intrest, as do I." he'd quickly clarified.
Yami, Gods, I love that man. Handsome, intelligent, skilled, kind, oh, but I wish he would tell me what happened to Yugi. One minute, he was there, saying good bye to Yami, the next, they exchanged some words, and Yami went back, there was a flash of light, and Yami weeping.
Meh, I'm off topic.
So, I climb out of bed, grab my planner, and find out 'Gosh, I have a sunday appointment. In fifteen minutes. Damn, I better get ready.' So, there I am, sitting in my room, trying to figure out what to wear, getting up, shifting through my closet, and the phone rings.
I ignore it. It rings again.
I sigh, throwing a ratty T-shirt to the ground, and stomp over to the phone. I swing it up skillfully off the receiver and between my ear and shoulder. Then I stalk back to my closet, dragging the phone with me, and say "Hello?"
"Anzu," it's Yami, and he sounds like he's been crying. I rifle through a few dresses.
"What? I got an appointment in fifteen," I mutter hurriedly, grabbing a nice pair of jeans. Yes, these will work. I throw them on the bed and dig for a top.
"Anzu I have a confession," he sobbed. Could it really be that bad? I need this appointment!
"Can it wait?" I say, finding a nice black tank top and carrying it over to the bed. I slipped out of my sweat pants that I'd slept in and into the jeans.
"Anzu, this is really important. It's about Yug-"
"Please hold," I say, and drop the phone. I slip off my shirt, and put on the new tank top to a chorus of "Anzu"s from the phone. I pick it up again and let out a breath. "Okay, what?"
There's a pause. "Never mind. I'll tell you later," and a click. I grumble a few curses and throw the phone back on the hook. Then, I grab my purse and am out the door.
xXx
I sit in the small examination room, waiting. Tension pumps through my veins. Flashes of the event come back to me, and I try to brush them away. But it doesn't work. With coaxing from my conscience, I'd owned up to the events, but I wasn't about to relive them. Not if I could help it.
The doctor came in, looking grave. Her face looked worn, as she looked at me with her soft green eyes.
"What is it doctor Hurina?" I asked anxiously. The Doctor shifted uncomfortably.
"Bluntly?" she asked.
"Yes, bluntly!" I insisted.
"You have AIDS, probably from that rape you told me about."