As soon as he regained the ability to move, Charden --albeit slowly, groggily-- made his way off of the steel table, spots blooming in his vision. He feld absolutely terrible, aching in several places. Examining further, he found he was bruised. Apparently, whatever means Doctor had used to transport him with weren't very careful. A small knot was forming on the back of his head, among other, minor hurts.
Taking the time he had alone to reccuperate and figure out what was happening, Charden found a worn couch in one of the rooms of the complex and sat down. A chill passed through him. Ah, a sudden realization. Doctor had decided to relieve Charden of his coat and dress shirt, leaving the blonde half-naked in a group of rooms that --now he'd noticed-- were absurdly cold. He scoffed, at least he had the grace of his black trousers. Still, this was not going to be a pleasant experience.
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"What do you mean you 'can't find him'? We have wasted enough valuable time and energy searching for one of our former comrades and all you have to say is that you 'can't find him'? You have practically unlimited resources, what's the matter?" Shiki demanded, arms crossed and the small Taoshi radiating anger.
Doctor shrugged in response,"I'm not a miracle worker. Why are you reprimanding me and not Maro or Deek?" The scientist crossed his arms as well, mocking the man in a sarcastic tone of voice.
"They have more important things to do."
At Shiki's snide comment, Kanzaki grew angry. Who does he think he is? Creed was supposed to be in charge, not this midget freak. Inhaling through flared nostrils, Doctor replied seethingly,"I'll see what I can do. You have my deepest apologies for the inconvenience."
Why wouldn't they give up? Oh, yes, right, because that would be absolutely too perfect for Doctor. Nothing ever came that easily to him, of course not. Biting his lip, Kanzaki watched Shiki leave the room, bright glow of numerous computer screens washing over his retreating form. As soon as the door was shut, he spat, full of disdain for the other Taoist.
Furious typing rattled the many consoles of the room, as Doctor set up authentic-looking searching programs. Couldn't they just be satisfied that Charden wasn't doing anything? The dark-haired man sat in silence, trying to find a way for the Apostles to forget about the blonde. Charden was his and he intended to keep it that way.
Still, working so hard for something would make him appreciate it more, Doctor consoled himself. Oh, what joy.
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AN: Doctor is weeeird. X3 Yay. I like how this chapter turned out.
:dances: Review, please?
And I don't own anything. :3
