Trying to get a job from Haruichi.
Furuya hates him for some reason.
Missing Yuki.
House problems with Miyuki.
His messed up 'Relationship' problems with Mei.
Parents getting divorced.
Eijun shot up from his bed. He quickly looked around the dim room that was telling him it was almost morning. Panting, he wiped the sweat that beaded his forehead. Why couldn't he, for one day, just get a decent amount of sleep without some kind of stress building on him? He feels like he's about to explode into a million pieces without getting some sort of help. He's tried writing in his journal but he can't seem to write his emotions properly on the piece of shit.
Staggering out of bed, he leaned on the wall for support before making his way down the stairs only to be greeted by one of the problems on his list, Miyuki. The brunette was on the phone with someone so he just walked around him and to the kitchen.
"I know that, but I'm saying that the piece of fucking shit stole my furniture!" Miyuki shouted, ruffling his half-half hair in frustration.
It's been a few days since the whole lunch with his parents thing, and lately Miyuki's been getting on his nerves with all of his shouting and cussing to god knows who on the other line. All he's put together from all the calls was that the guy who supposedly sold the house to him took all of Miyuki's furniture as well. Taking a sip of water he watched Miyuki pace around the room.
"He left around 12:00. Yes, I understand that. So what the fuck am I supposed to sit on? Or eat dinner on!? I see... so you're telling me to go and build myself a campfire and start singing the god damn camp fire song! Well fuck you too!" Miyuki slammed his phone on the carpet and gave a growl of frustration.
Eijun couldn't help but hold in a laugh, "Really? SpongeBob?" He soon let out a small chuckle.
Miyuki turned to him, "Shut the fuck up! I don't see you doing anything about this! Maybe you like it when I sleep on the floor every night!" He hissed, picking up his phone and shoving in back in his pocket.
That first comment pissed him off, and with all the stress that was already building up he had to go and say that. Tossing his glass of water in the sink he marched over, shoved his hand down Miyuki's pant pockets- which made him flinch- and pulled out his phone, "What the hell are you-"
"I'm getting your furniture back! I'm tired of your cussing and loudness every morning! I can't even sleep with your loud mouth!"
Opening Miyuki's phone he dialed the last number and put the phone against his ear. He could hear Miyuki saying to give his phone back, but someone had already answered.
"I told you that the furniture belongs to Yoshi so STOP CALLING!"
"Excuse me? This is Eijun Sawamura, I want you to listen and listen CLOSELY. I'm at my limit so I want you to do exactly as I say."
"You want me to listen to you!? HAH. Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm the son of a bitch who's going to dig you 8 ft underground if you don't motherfucking give Miyuki Kazuya his god damn furniture back by this afternoon, you sick drooling piece of shit and if it's not here, I'm going to find you, shove my big ass foot so far up your ass you'll be screaming mother murder and send you flying to the devil himself you hear me, fucker?"
"Y-Yes!"
"Good." Handing the stunned Miyuki his phone back he stomped his way out the door, "I need to go see my therapist before I kill someone...seriously."
When Eijun left outside, Miyuki glanced at his new formed boner then his phone, "I think my dick's in love." He grinned, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
Sitting in Haruichi's dining room, the familiar smell of freshly made pancakes 'n' bacon filled his nose. One thing was for sure, Haruichi's cooking was the best he's ever ate- better than his mom's. Twirling his empty cup of use-to-be milk on the table, he saw Haruichi look over from the stove with a concerned look on his face.
"I see you've met Miyuki," Haruichi turned back to the stove and flipped a pancake.
"Yea, he's a...handful to deal with." Eijun gave a small smile.
Haruichi picked up the two plates full of pancakes and bacon, bringing it over to the table. He started setting up two spots on the table; he guessed for him and Furuya, "Has Miyuki said anything...strange lately?"
He tilted his head, "Don't think so... all I know is that his parents got divorced then died right after..." He rubbed his head before continuing, "Said something about him having a friend in college named Kuramochi which happened to be one of the people in my old baseball team...and he's trying to get his furniture back from some guy that stole it named Yoshi; like the green dinosaur from Mario; but I think I got it back for him."
When he told him this he saw relief lift off Haruichi's shoulders for some reason, "I see, and Eijun-kun?"
Eijun looked up from eating a piece of bacon, "What is it?"
"Aren't you going to your therapy appointment? It started 5 minutes ago."
His eyes widened, "I completely forgot!" Dashing out of the house he turned around and- out of spite- grabbed Furuya's bacon plate before rushing to his car.
Rushing inside the clinic, he stopped to catch his breath at the counter where the nurse sat, "S-Sawamura Eijun's here for his appointment with Dr. Cary,"
The nurse with curly blond hair blinked a few times before smiling, "You must be Sawamura." She started typing at her computer, "I'm sorry Sawamura but Dr. Cary retired a few days ago."
"Retired?" He let out a large groan of frustration, "But she's the only one who understands my problems! She's been my therapist since I was 15!"
"And that's why she's retired," The nurse said and handed him a sheet of paper, "Sign this to relocate you to a different doctor."
Grabbing the sheets he stared at the paper. He didn't really want a different doctor but...it's better than not having one, right? Taking the fancy blue pen he signed his name and handed it to the blond nurse, "Great! Go down this hall and the very last door on your right, your new doctor will see you now."
Looking over to the long hallway he steadily made his way down, feeling anxiety creep around him. What if they didn't understand him? What if the doctor was a total jerk face? Gulping he approached the room and sat down on the patience chair.
"You must be Sawamura Eijun, correct?"
A male voice said from the office chair. He turned around revealing medium pink hair with bangs; you could clearly see he was Japanese without hesitation- besides his unusual pink hair. For some reason he looked JUST like Haruichi.
"Y-Yes."
"I'm your new therapist, Dr. Kominato."
He tilted his head, confused, "Did you say...Kominato?"
"Is something the matter?" He asked, setting down his clipboard and pulling a pen out of the cup of other utensils. He started scribbling something on the paper that he couldn't really see.
"Are you related to Haruichi Kominato by any chance?"
The pen stopped moving and the air turned heavy as Dr. Kominato looked up at him with a dark aura, "Who wants to know?"
"I-I was just wondering b-because he's my n-new neighbor; please don't hurt me!"
It was silent until Kominato let out a sigh, "So you're the new victim of Miyuki's curse."
"Victim?" He breathed then let out a laugh, "If you mean when he tried to kill me in the living room then yes, I experienced Miyuki's curse."
Dr. Kominato tilted his head and placed his pen on his cheek, "So Sawamura, tell me everything that has happened from the day you moved in. It sounds like quite the adventure."
"Aren't adventures supposed to be fun?" He questioned.
Dr. Kominato let out a chuckle, "That's only if you let them be."
And so he spilled his guts- not literally- and at the end of the day, he decided that he liked his new doctor.
Author's note- Hey guys! Just wanted to pop in to see how everything is going and to let you know that I tried the Beta reader for the first time EVER with Redpenkiller. I was actually experimenting with it since I never used it before, It's a good way for other people to correct any mistakes you've done and missed. But I'll see ya in the next chapter xD
