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DOTS Chapter 1:
He calls himself Ghirahim.
I call him whatever comes to my mind first.
It annoys him I'm sure, but it's one of the few things he tolerates. When I ask why, he mumbles about someone named "Debbie". So I just leave it alone.
Things he doesn't tolerate… well there is a lot.
He hates it when someone wears just black. This probably means he doesn't like gothic enthusiasts very much as well.
He despises pink, (something we very much have in common), and just about everything else from what I can tell.
The first thing I learned is that he doesn't like being disrespected.
When I met him, it was in the park at somewhere around midnight. There were a few drunken teenagers by the fountain but I had paid them no mind as I walked the familiar path. A hooded figure was slouched over a bench and appeared to be sleeping. Then I heard the wet coughing and saw the blood dripping off the bench. My experience from working in the ER kicked in and I called out.
"Hey!" The hooded man looked my way and I could faintly make out the features of his pale face in the shadows. I approached and kneeled next to him.
"Where are you injured?" I demanded.
"I don't need your help." He hissed.
"It doesn't look that way to me..." I mumbled.
I tried to force him but he shoved me away.
"Leave me alone you fool!"
"Fine, bleed to death I don't care." I said calmly while standing up. The man looked up at me and now I could see his violet eyes. "This is public property, you know. So, try not to get to much blood on the bench, okay?" The man swiped at my legs in fury.
"How dare you disrespect me?" He growled weakly.
"It is hard to respect someone that I don't know that bleeds all over park benches for a hobby." I mused walking away." Have fun dying a meaningless death!"
"Siren!" I jumped and looked up from my point of interest into the new arrival's gray eyes.
"Good lord Vincent! You scared me!" The tall dark-haired man laughed at my reaction.
"I can see that. You almost made a hole in the roof." I frowned not humored.
"What is it that you need?" Vincent ignored me and took his place on top of my desk.
"What are you reading?" He asked eyeing the diary I held. I thought over his question and decided it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"Some girl dropped this diary in the subway. I couldn't catch up to her and lost her in the crowd so..."
"You decided to ignore the existence of privacy and started to read all of her inner thoughts and secrets she kept so close to her heart?" He casually remarked making me flush a deep red.
"It's not like that! I'm just trying to find her name somewhere!"
"Wouldn't skimming suffice for that?" He smirked.
"Yeah… but it's hard trying to not get sucked into this. It's like a book… so I was thinking maybe it's a manuscript?"
"Oooooo that wouldn't be a good thing to just drop" Vincent winced. "that's basically her pay check." I agreed closing the diary before he tried taking a peek at it. "Well you saw her face right?"
I nodded.
"Call up your sketch artist buddy… Markus was it?" He suggested with just a hint of jealously in his voice as he mentioned my brother's friend.
"Putting up missing posters would be going a little far would it not?" I grinned.
"It's not like you have to do that. Just carry a picture and ask if they have seen the girl." Vincent shrugged and hopped off my desk to leave.
"I'll think about it. Hey." I called before he walked out.
"What?" He turned back to me.
"Why are you so jealous of Markus huh?" I giggled. Vincent frowned at me.
"It's mostly because he gets to hang out with you more than I do." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I'm nothing to be jealous over besides" I laughed "he has this thing that keeps him from hitting on women." Interested he came closer to listen. "It's not rare so it's very scary to think it may even happen to you one day. In the old days when people thought it was a disease or they were possessed and would often burn them at a stake."
"But he always seemed normal to me."
"That's just it. People are known to hide it very well. There are clinics that say they can cure it but most of the time it is incurable and nether do the victims want to cure it. There isn't any treatments ether. "Wide eyed Vincent asked:
"Come on, what is it? What is it called?" I grinned evilly at him.
"It's called being gay." He gave me a glare.
"First: you are in despicable and Second: Markus is gay? Are you sure?"
"He told me you had a nice piece of ass, what do you think?"
He made a choking sound.
"I think that it's rather adorable, the crush he has on you."
"I'm tempted to say I hate you now." I smiled sweetly, knowing he'd say that.
"But you won't~."
"Still tempted though. I come in here, say hi, and you mess with me."
"Oh yeah, why did you come here anyway?" I asked remembering my previous question.
"Ah work things; I was wondering if you had picked up any more private investigations." I heaved a sigh.
"This is my investigation for now." I held up the diary. "Unless you have a case you want help on that is."
"No, I don't." Vincent started to leave again. "Well I'll leave you to continue invading that girl's inner most feelings. Bye Siren. "
"Bye." I replied disregarding the first part before turning back to the diary.
When I heard no reply from the injured man, I turned back around to see him slouched over again. I walked back to his side and could barely hear his shallow breathing.
"I am a doctor. I could help you. No hospital." I waited for him to say something.
No response.
"Okay, I'll take that as a yes." I couldn't bring myself to just leave him there as much as I wanted to. I went to pull the hoodie down but he stopped me with a weak "no". I left it alone for that moment and instead focused on where the wound was. "Where?" He weakly pointed to his abdomen. I set to work and pulled out an old t-shirt from my backpack and ripped it. I tied the remains around him to try and maybe stop the bleeding. "I can't fix it here; can you walk?"
"No."
"Damn it." I groaned. I situated him on my back and carried him out of the park surprised of how light he was. "You are so lucky that I leave just across the street." I remarked. I quickly rushed in through the door and dumped the injured man on my kitchen table causing him to groan in pain. "Hold on." I got out my doctor's kit and came back.
"Sorry, but that hoodie of yours is going to have to come off now."
"No…"
"Well, it's not like you are strong enough to resist at the moment." I mumbled untying the old ripped shirt. "At least the bleeding has stopped." I carefully removed the hoodie and almost gasped at the silver hair and the pointed ear that the man had.
"Is this what you were trying to hide from me?" I said in awe. I shook myself off and returned myself to the current situation. As I looked at his chest I didn't bother to hold gasp back. The major wound was the one in the middle of his chest. It was diamond-shaped and it looked as if a chuck of his flesh was ripped from him. The rest of the wounds were long clean cuts that all looked pretty deep.
"What happened to you?"
Riiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnngggggggg!
I picked up my phone in annoyance. Who was calling me now? I looked down seeing the familiar name blinking up at me.
"HELLO!" The person on the other end screeched into my phone.
"Are you trying to kill my hearing!?" I growled into the phone. "What do you want? I was in the middle of something you lunatic!"
Aww, can I not just call my sister to say helllloooo?"
"No you may not Ryan, not while I'm at work."
"But, Vincent said you had no offers in a while!" I rubbed my temples.
Note to self: Kill Vincent later…slowly as possible.
"I've got my own investigations!" I replied in annoyance "Unlike the police, private investigators can conduct their own stuff to look into. I don't have to have any request to have work genius!"
"Alright, alright I'm sorry." Sounds of shuffling feet could be heard. "Why don't you take a break? I'm here at the Market Café with Markus~" I looked at the clock. I didn't want to stop reading, but I had to satisfy my brother or he would disturb me in the middle of the night later.
"Fine, I'll be there in five."
Gees, I think I might make the chapters even longer than that from now on... At least I'll try...
Anyways guys, I made a discovery! DOTS= Diary Of The Stars! LOL I'm so easily amused.
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