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Truly Madly Deeply
Chapter Two: Relationships with Others (part 1)
Chapter summary: "Working as the secretary of Akashi Seijuro was like dancing a tango with the devil."
-Furihata Kouki
Midorima looked at the files when they landed on the table with a thud. His glare zeroed in on me when I literally crashed on the seat across him.
"You're late." He grumbled.
"By five minutes. Stop being a douche." I grumbled back. I snatched his coffee mug and took a big gulp. "Oh this is good. Order me some of that, will you?"
Midorima seemed offended by my manhandling his coffee. "You look like a wreck."
"Thanks." I started to go through the files.
"I'm serious..."
"Me too. Coffee. Now."
He sighed and got up from his seat. When he came back with the order he placed the tray in front of me. "Got your usual."
"Thanks."
He watched me going through the files furiously. "I thought you said you were free this evening?"
"I was, until Akashi's psychiatrist called and fired himself. Apparently he was too overwhelmed with today's session."
"He did that thing with his eyes, didn't he?"
"Hm-hm. With a pair of scissors."
"So you're trying to find another one for him? What, is it the fourth one?" I shrugged, not looking up from the papers. "Well, where is he now?"
"I just dropped him off at the bar."
"The bar? He's out drinking while you're working your ass off?"
"I am his secretary, Midorima. I am supposed to work my ass off."
He sighed and pushed up his glasses, something he always did whenever he was frustrated. "Not that I care, but you don't look very well, you know? You need some proper rest."
"Well, considering I have loads and loads of paperwork that needs to be sorted and an art piece I have to complete in two days and an art exhibition I have to plan and, yes of course, I have to find a psychiatrist ASAP," I scoffed. "I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon."
"Seriously, look at you." Midorima huffed. "I am a cop and even I get more time off than you." He looked down at his new cup of coffee. "This is nonsense..." He said absentmindedly.
"Ohh no..." I cut him off. "No you don't. I have enough in my plate without you going all apeshit with guilt, Midorima. I had a very crappy day and I can hardly keep my eyes open. If you start bawling now, I cannot console you."
Midorima snorted. "I do not bawl. And I do not feel guilty over such petty things. In fact, if back then I knew how much of an imbecile he really is, I would've hit him harder so he'd lost all his memories."
I shook my head and went back to my papers. "What's your lucky item today?" In a blink, there was a pink hairbrush in his hand."Wow, did they ask it to be pink?"
"Getting the color right is crucial."
I snorted, "Yes, very."
"Shut up! Considering your situation, you should start heeding Oha Asa's signs too."
"Uh-huh. Definitely. I'll get to it right after I lose my mind from all of Akashi's kinks."
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Working as the secretary of Akashi Seijuro was like dancing a tango with the devil. Not to mention it was in the fiery pits of hell. Yes, of course, the dance floor was made of incandescent lava. How else were you supposed to see one Furihata Kouki jumping on her toes.
It had been almost two years since I started working for Akashi Seijuro. One year and nine months to be exact.
It didn't take me long to figure out that while Akashi-Seijuro-the-fifteen-years-old-teenager was easy to deal with (That is when you got to know him), Akashi-Seijuro-the-twenty-three-years-old- businessman was nothing but a pompous pain in the fucking arse.
Let's start with his day to day life.
For one, he had this weird idea that a secretary was supposed to take care of each and every task of his daily life. Hence the title 'Personal'. And when I say each and every task, I mean each and every task. It was to the point where I even had to wake him up almost every morning.
Really, I was just glad that I wasn't born a guy. I was relieved from taking care of his nature duties at least.
Akashi also had the tendency to say 'fire' at every intervals.
No matter what, if he did not like any of my decisions, he'd say 'You're fired Furihata.' And then he would proceed with said decision with a very smug face like it was his idea to begin with. As of tonight, I'd been fired exactly five hundred and sixty-six times. Heck he'd say 'fired' even when I went to wake him up in the morning. It was like his version of 'good morning, Furihata' to me.
I still couldn't decide if he was like this with everyone or if he just thought that it was his job as my boss to make my life a living hell. I had a feeling it was the later.
Somehow, along the way, we had deteriorated from our bestest of friends status and now had the supposedly commercial relationship of a boss and secretary. (Wow. That sounded like some cheap porn movie.)
Well.
At least I was there with him.
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Midorima dropped me off at my apartment after dinner. Most of the dinner had gone by with me, my papers and my coffee. There were occasional protests and frowns from Midorima too. No matter what the guy said, he hated it when he was ignored by people. And we hadn't really talked much in the last few months. It had been busy with work. There was also the case of my first art exhibition which was in less than a week.
And, somehow, along the way, Midorima and I had become weird ass friends.
It wasn't intentional. After Akashi's accident, I was just always at the hospital and he was just always there lurking on the hallways. He insisted that it was because of his dad's job. But then one day, I heard him apologising to Akashi's father.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean something like that to happen. Please forgive me."
He was the one who threw the ball. It was a miscalculated shot.
I wasn't sure what brought us together. Maybe it was because of his awkward attempts at consolation even when he had his own guilt. Maybe it was my attempts of consoling him when I, myself was ridden with grief. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was none.
We just felt like we had something in common. A somewhat similar nightmare we could share.
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Even with pulling an almost all nighter, I couldn't find any other decent psychiatrists. Almost all the psychiatrists of Tokyo were at some point Akashi's counsellor. And all of them were scared shitless of him. At around three in the morning, I gave up and crashed on the bed.
Who knew it was this hard to find a psychiatrist.
Exactly an hour later, my phone blared to life.
"What?"
"Did you find a psychiatrist?" Midorima sounded breathless.
"Huh!"
"Yes or no?!"
I flailed around until my hand hit the switch of the bedside lamp and then stared at the alarm clock. 4:03 a.m.
"You.." I stuttered, too shocked to get anything out. "Why are you…?"
"Furihata!"
That snapped me out of my sleep addled jumbled mind. "No, I didn't. Why are you calling me this late for this?"
Was that a relieved sigh? "I know someone. A psychiatrist."
I scrambled to get my hands on pen and paper. "Talk."
"Her name is Kuroko Tetsuya. She's a…" He stopped for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts.
"...a friend."
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Months ago, I had woken up in the middle of the night with a queasy feeling in my stomach. I felt like I was going to throw up. So I called Midorima and asked if he could meet immediately.
I needed to see someone.
Someone.
Someone.
Even if I knew that I could never have that someone.
I just couldn't stand being alone. And I desperately needed someone to tell me that I wasn't going mad.
Midorima met me in an all night cafe. He noticed the blood shot eyes, but chose not to say anything. I saw his purple teddy bear, but for once couldn't find the energy to mock him.
Instead I blurted out.
"I think I'm in love with Akashi Seijuro."
Midorima actually had the guts to look irritated.
"You're just figuring it out?"
It seemed all my life changing moments were spent thinking THE FUCK?!
So I had just realized that I was in love with my best friend (should I add ex?), had confessed about it to another friend and that Horoscope Maniac didn't even have the decency to look surprised.
I had vaguely wondered if he had also foreseen this from his signs. Was Sagittarius and Scorpio one of those highly compatible pairs?
Now, months later, I felt like I had finally found a way to get back at him when I learned about Kuroko Tetsuya.
Wow, that was crap.
Um, just a side note in case anyone hasn't realised it yet. Furihata Kouki is a girl, so is Kuroko.
Thank you for reading.