Title: Time
Autor: Leya
Fandom: Gravitation
Characters: Tohma
Disclaimer: All the characters are the sole property of Maki Murakami. I'm only playing with them.
Word Count: 513
Rating: R
Warnings: character death
He never thought that time would be an issue because there always seemed to be enough of it...
„I'm sorry, Seguchi-san."
'I know you are. You're eventually losing a rather wealthy client.'
„There is nothing I can do."
'Of course not. You're just as useless as everyone else.'
„But we get new results of research every day. Just don't lose your hope."
'I don't want to hear those lies right now.' Tohma couldn't bring himself to turn around. Instead he was staring out of the window and tried to wrap his mind around the fact that for the first time in his life he finally faced an enemy he wouldn't be able to outwit.
It was hard to admit defeat.
Outside the window snow started falling again, thick white flakes raining down, their sole purpose consisting in suffocating the life that got trapped beneath them...
„Seguchi-san, I..."
To his own horror he almost lost his composure at this point by snarling at the middle-aged man who just tried to do his job but the voice of the doctor was grating on his nerves and so Tohma decided to end this farce as quickly as possible.
„How long do I have?"
He startled the man in front of his desk that much he could tell but Tohma didn't care. Not once in his life he allowed anyone to see what was going on inside of him and there was no way in hell he would break this habit now.
„How long?"
His feelings were once more covered by the illusion of the perfect and untouchable businessman and for a short moment Tohma allowed himself to pride himself over the fact that he was able to keep everything together – even when his whole life was shattered in pieces.
A soft sigh escaped the doctor's lips, the man obviously unused to a patient who just refused to break down. „Two months. Give or take a week or two."
Never before it hurt so much to keep all of his masks securely in place but Tohma managed. Even if barely.
The doctor took a step towards the desk and Tohma realised that he must have unintentionally allowed some of his pain to be reflected on his face and so he quickly held up his hand to stop the man from approaching him.
„Thank you for telling me. Please leave me alone now. My secretary will give you your check on the way out."
He could see the hesitation in the man's eyes but then the doctor just sighed again, nodded his farewell and left.
The door closed with a soft thud. Tohma returned his gaze to the papers containing the results of his last checkup and suddenly everything came crashing down on him and with a choked cry he fell forward, head buried in his arms and finally allowing desperation to take over.
END
