My Medicine

A fanfiction by: PublicPervert/xMr.Tritex

I can't believe I'm doing this.

This is what the prosecutor thought as he glared out the taxi window, the city racing by him in one blur of color. The white-haired prosecutor sighed angrily as he watched the different buildings and people whiz past him in the surprisingly empty streets. He tore his eyes away from the sights and looked over at the man that sat next to him in the other seat, with a scowl on his face. He hated him already.

The young man looked over at him eventually, feeling the prosecutor's icy glare like a slap to the face. He flicked his bleached orange hair out of his slanted eyes, marking his Korean heritage. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Godot?" he asked, resting his chin in his left hand, arm resting on a folded knee, dressed in a dark red sweater and black dress pants. At this, the prosecutor shook his head, shrugging as he looked back to the window, seeming completely absorbed in watching a young Labrador retriever going to the bathroom against a planted tree, barely a sapling. How depressing, he thought to himself. "Just you, pretty boy." Dr. Kyung Shin smirked at his patient, eyes glinting as he spoke.

"You know," he started, looking up at the taxi's gray roof whimsically, "Dr. King told me you'd be a little something like this. Said to just ignore you and just let you talk to yourself- The only person that seems to care about what you're saying." He chuckled a bit, and the white-haired man only stared at him, his right eye twitching slightly behind his metallic visor. "You're a sadistic son of a bitch, aren't you?" At this, the younger man gave a slight grin, showing no offense.

"Dr. King also told me to not get too offended by that smart-ass tongue of yours. According to him, you just don't know how to warm up to people, so you lash out. Called you a 'lunatic' a few times, too. Just thought I'd, y'know, put that out there." The prosecutor grew quiet, a smirk slowly but surely forming on his face. Oh. This kid was good.

"This the stop?" From the wheel of the taxi, a burly man learned back to face the odd pair, unseen eyes glinting behind a huge pair of black aviator sunglasses. The prosecutor nodded, strands of his snow-white hair falling over his metallic visor like leaves on an autumn day. He hastily reached into his black pants- After striking a deal with the hospital, he had received his clothing back, much to the relief of the prosecutor. Suave as always, he had no desire to walk around in a paper hospital grown with pink diamonds on it, thank you very much.

The two stepped out of the stopped cab carefully, trying to avoid the puddles littered on the sidewalk that had formed from, what Dr. Shin had told him before the two arrived, a light rain that had occurred while the prosecutor was unconscious. Looking up at the clouds, it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was soon to rain again. The prosecutor turned to face the young Korean doctor, no smile present on his face. He continued to say nothing as he walked up the stairs to the door of his apartment, keys already in his tan hands. He placed the single key in the silver lock on the rounded door knob and turned it, opening the door. He stepped inside after withdrawing his keys and locked the door as he shut it, leaving the young doctor outside.

And he smirked.

" Mr.Godot? Mr.Godot!" The young doctor whacked on the door from outside, obviously angry at the prosecutor's cruel trick, even more so as a light drizzle started up. "Let me in, dammit!" Walking towards a window in the next room, the white-haired man opened it, sticking his out of the opening to look at Dr. Shin, that ever-present smirk almost gleaming against the gray tinting of the day, his styled hair growing wet and falling over his face. "I guess," he started, his eyes glowing behind his visor, 'It takes an asshole to know an asshole, huh?" The young doctor's mouth hung open as the prosecutor pulled one more immature stunt before pulling his head back inside; Slowly, he stuck his tongue out of his mouth. The prosecutor blew a childish raspberry before leaving the poor doctor alone in the cold.

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"And this, Mr. Godot, is why we don't have any friends."

Dr. Ky Shin stood in front of the annoyed prosecutor like a mother scolding her troublesome child, both hands on his narrow hips. "You're lucky that you left the back door open, or you would have had a broken window to fix." The prosecutor smirked, despite the scolding.

"Yeah, right," he dared, "I bet you couldn't even work a coffee grinder." The prosecutor's feet rested on the wooden coffee table that he had hit his head on a mere few hours ago, sipping a dark brew of coffee from his favorite white mug, taking the doctor's threats like he would a slap from a six month old.

"Anyway, how about you do your job and get out of my apartment? I have cases to look over and a certain Trite to beat tomorrow in court, and I have no time for your foolish games." The younger man looked at his patient like he was the most grotesque being on the face of the Earth before he sighed angrily, placing his arms over his chest.

"I don't know what's eating at you, considering you agreed to this in the first place. Trust me; once you show me around, I'll gladly leave you to your 'Trite beating' or whatever you called it." At this, the prosecutor rose to his feet, the white coffee mug still in his hands. "Fine." He said, walking out of his living room in means of an invitation, "Let's get going, shall we?"

It had been a stupid plan, thought the blind man as he showed the doctor to his kitchen, the orange-haired man opening pots of coffee beans and looking in draws, filling a black garbage back with any Medical supplies he could find- His needles, the citrus juices, even the powdery Medicine itself. Truthfully, he had only agreed to it so he wouldn't have to walk around in a paper patient's robe. Would it have even been so bad? I just needed a taxi to take me home.

Dr. Shin was to escort him home from the hospital and be shown around his 'humble home' so he could find any of his precious Medicine and dispose of it back at the hospital, then check up on the prosecutor from time to time to see if he had purchased or taken any more. The blind man was also to return for some randomly scheduled drug tests, to see if he had been listening. If the good doctors found any drugs in his system- Even just once-, the prosecutor would have to go to a rehabilitation center to kick the habit. A scar on his career, he thought. Something in which he couldn't afford if he wanted to defeat Trite in court. However, he doubted that would happen. Drugs? Ho ho. It was simply some self-prescribed medication, nothing more.

The two were in the man's bedroom now, the doctor's garbage bag now at least half-way filled with needles, juices, a few lighters, and the precious medicine itself. Dr. Shin instantly moved towards the prosecutor's dark wooden desk, eyeing something in praticuler. From behind his silver visor, the prosecutor rolled his eyes. Oh, boy. Here we go.

"Whose this?" The orange-haired man held a wide, silver picture frame in his thin hands, smiling a little as he looked down at the picture it contained. It was a photograph of a young woman with long brown hair, short bangs worn on the right side of her head, but absent on the left. Bright brown eyes flashed intellectually from her narrow face, a tiny black beauty mark present under her confidently smiling lips, more over on the left side of her face. She was giving a thumbs up in the photo, her yellow scarf falling softly over her outstretched arm, covering the string that held an interesting purple jewel worn over her chest. If Kyung Shin hadn't been sleeping for well over half the Mystical Arts class he took in college, he would have instantly recognized it right away as a Magatama, a sign of the legendary Fey Clan. The prosecutor looked away as he examined the photo, finding a very interesting black mark in the floor. "She's my…little sister."

The doctor nodded. "She's very beautiful. And I'm guessing the man behind her is your younger brother? You two look very similar- Actually, if it wasn't for your hair color, I would have guessed you two were twins!" The tan man didn't have to look over at the photo to know who the doctor was referring to. "Yeah." He said quietly, moving to his ship-shape bed to sit on. "He died a few months after that picture was taken." The doctor simply placed the frame back on the desk, like he picked up a valuable treasure. "I'm sorry." He said under his breath as he moved around, collecting whatever supplies he could find before standing up with the black garbage bag in his hands. From the looks of it, it had grown quite heavy.

"Well," stated the doctor, brushing the dirt of his black dress pants, "I guess I'm done here. We'll call you a day of two before your next check up, okay?" The older only glared in response. Giving up, the doctor only shook his head and shrugged walking out of the room, showing himself out.

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Five minutes had passed after the young doctor left before the prosecutor picked his head up, letting himself slide off of the bed, moving the olive blanket that lie on top of those cursed white sheets slightly- He had planned to throw them out after Mia had left him, but could never bring himself to do it. So, he slept on the couch instead.

He stuck his head out of the bedroom door, turning his head both ways as if checking for something. Yes, the doctor had actually left him. Perfect.

Bringing his whole body back into his tidy bedroom, he moved toward the silver picture frame, shutting the door. He stared at the two people in the photograph for the longest- They were so innocent, he realized at last, giving the two defense attorneys a thoughtful glance. Yet, they were so, so foolish. How could they not know that happiness never lasted?

Flipping the frame upside-down in his hands, the white-haired man unclipped the frame's black bottom from the silver part so it came loose, the picture fluttering to the hardwood floor face-down, revealing the blank side of the photograph, which was as white as the circular pills taped to the other side of the frame's bottom. He removed five, leaving countless others waiting to be swallowed as he placed the bottom piece down on his desk. Ha. Amateur.

He put all five of the pills in his mouth at once, taking a swing of coffee to wash them down as he moved back to his bed, lying down- They weren't his normal Medication but hell, it was close enough.

And he waited.