Aya: I can't believe I'm doing this.... all hail the wonderful pickles.
Pickles: You're supposed to be excited about it, now....
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: Just for that.... LiNa, would you do the honors?
*LiNa holds up Aya's orange sweater and lights a match on it, then drops it into a trash can* Burn, baby, burn!!!!
Aya: *sobs* Noooooooo...... not my orange sweater......
Pickles: And your pyjamas will go next (that is, if you wear any).
Credits go to LiNa for burning that horrendous thing!!!!!!!!! CHIBIFLIES!!!!!!! And to the co-creator of the best word in the world, Moonflower. FLOOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Umm.... More Aya pain? I know, I'm mean, but hey.... it's for the story line....
Aya: Please, please, I'll do whatever you say.... just give me my orange sweater back....
Pickles: Oooh, I like that.... Beg some more....
Aya: What? That's it. I am no longer making appearances in your authors' notes. *stalks out, leaving a mystified pickles and a fire-happy LiNa behind*
Pickles: Wonder what that was all about... oh well... there are still seven of them left.... hmm... let's see... Yotan!
*Yohji appears*
Yohji: Where am I? Aya was just about to make it up to me for being gone for so long.....
Pickles: Apparently, you were dreaming. You, Kudo Yohji, are now my pet, for good or ill.
Yohji: Wait a sec- I know you! You write all those stories about me! Who do I get to sleep with this time?
Pickles: You aren't in this part.
Yohji: Is it a smut?
Pickles: I don't think you were such a good idea....
~~~
Nanashi-- Ch10
Starting Down the Road
~~~
...Schuldich looms above me as he thrusts into me dry, and oh gods it hurts, I don't want it, make him stop... stop... stop...
"Stop... stop... stop..." I awake to the sound of my own voice. There are hands on me, hands I don't know. I scream. "Get off me! Get away from me!"
"Come on, dear, we don't want to have to sedate you again," a woman's voice says to me. A woman's voice. A woman can't hurt me. I still. "That's better, dear. You've been under sedation since you came in."
I open my eyes as best I can and look at the woman. She's in a nurse's uniform, crisp and white, and seems the kind, motherly type. At least to me. Mama looked like that.
"Where am I?" I say. My voice is hoarse.
"The hospital, dear. Now, I'm sorry, but no one has any idea what happened to you. Well, we've a guess, but at some point you'll have to tell someone, all right?"
I nod at the inevitable. "Could I have a phone, please?" I need to call Kritiker. They have to know where I am.
"To call who?" she asks. She looks as though she's amazed I can talk, and it would be a miracle if I could dial.
"My boss." I shrug, figuring the twisted truth is much stronger than a lie.
"Oh, that." She pats my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, dear. This is a Kritiker-based facility."
I wasn't aware we had one. "Really?"
"Of course. Since our agents have a habit of getting near-fatal injuries, they had to set one up. Don't you agree?"
I say nothing about it. "Does Birman know I'm here?"
"She does. She's been here several times. Keeps bringing you flowers." She points, and I see four bouquets. I read the cards. One is from Birman, and says very little. The next is from Omi.
Aya-
I miss you! Yohji does too, and I'm sure Ken does as well. It's been hell since you left. Come back! Tell Yohji it's not his fault, at least. He's constantly blaming himself.
Birman told us what happened.
She said you were injured pretty badly, and it wasn't on a mission. I badgered the rest of it out of her.
Why would you let someone hurt you like that, Aya? You're more than capable of defending yourself.
Yeah, that's what I thought too, Omittchi.
--Omi
P.S. I hope you get better. I'd tell you in person, but I couldn't get it out of Birman where you were. I'm glad I at least got her to bring you flowers.
I'll have to tell Birman off for this one later.
I pick up the next card. It's from Ken.
Hi. I don't really have that much to say to you. Asshole though you are, you really don't deserve this. But you're still an asshole.
Why do you keep running? Yohji still loves you. You owe him an explanation at least, and you owe me a fucking gold medal for taking care of him like I do. There are better things I could be doing with my time. Like sleeping, insead of waiting for him to come home wasted every night.
Oh, and I'm sure Omi says I miss you. I don't. I stil think you're a bastard for doing this to Yohji.
But you didn't deserve that. I'm sure you didn't want it. I could never think of you as actually liking that.
H.K.
P.S. If you hurt Yohji again I swear on everything we both hold dear I will kill you.
Well, he seems to have got the true measure of me. So he's mad at me for what I did to Yohji? Store that thought in my mind for future reference.
And now the last one. I pick up Yohji's card.
Aya-kun--
Gods, that's sad. I'm still thinking of you as Aya-kun, still calling you that after all this.
I don't know who did it, Aya. But you have my word that if I find out the bastard is going to die.
I would never do that to you. I'd sooner die. You have to know that. Right?
--Kudo Yohji
P.S. I know you're sick of hearing this. But I *do* love you. All you have to do is let me.
Oh gods, I know you love me, Yohji, but I... I can't. I can't let you. For your own sake as well as mine. But I know- I *know* you'd never hurt me.
The nurse is still watching me, I notice. I look up at her. She smiles down at me. "Going to write them back, dear?"
"No." I set the cards gently on the table. "No, I'm not a part of that life anymore."
She looks confused. "But dear, that Yohji man sounded so sincere."
"He is," I tell her.
"Then- why..."
I stare at her. Motherly though she is, she doesn't know when to quit. "I want to know how bad it is."
"Oh- well, I think it would be best if you discussed that with your doctor. In fact, he's scheduled to check on you about now."
As if on cue, a doctor walks into my blindingly white hospital room with an equally write coat. He is small and dark, not exceedingly attractive. But that doesn't matter to me. What does matter is the fact that he's a man. It's a man that did this to me, it's a man's fault I'm here, it's a man that derived his pleasure from my pain. I stiffen before he even looks up from his patient chart. Even that small movement sends sparks of agony up my spine.
"Nurse, if Fujimiya-san doing any - ah, Fujimiya-san, you're awake."
He bows to me politely. I am frozen in place. He's going to hurt me. I know it. He ignores my lack of response, and sits down in the chair next to my bed. I turn my head to face him, refusing to let my eyes stray from him for so much as a second. I don't trust him that much. "I trust you want to know how bad that damages are. Well, Fujimiya-san, I won't mince words with you. It's bad." His voice is thin, high, and reedy. He speaks Japanese perfectly, a far cry from Schuldich's nasal, German-tinged voice. "Most of your bruises are gone, and we prevented the bite on your neck from scarring. However, you have a cracked rib and your cheek has a hairline fracture. Your bleeding was bad, but we managed to get you a blood transfusion before you were out of our hands. Anal tearing was extensive, and you needed stitches - Fujimiya-san, is something wrong?"
He says it like a question. Of course not. I'm fine. I'm absolutely thrilled to find out that I have stitches in my ass. Plus I absolutely love the fact that I'm terrified of a tiny male doctor I could kill from here in this state.
"What do you think?" the nurse snaps for me. She lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. The woman's touch calms me somewhat. "Is there anything you need, dear?"
Her voice gives me some tiny measure of courage. "I would like a different doctor, please." My voice sounds tiny, scared, not like me at all.
The woman - her name reads Aiko - looks shocked, while the doctor - nametag reading something Indian I think is pronounced Win - just looks angry. "Why, dear? Doctor Nguyen, here, is the only one who had the ability to fix you up vefore you died on us." So I was right. It is Win. Her question is put to me tentatively.
I look at her, and mutter quietly, "He's a man."
Her face floods with sudden understanding. "It's because he's a man, is that it? It's because you're scared," she says gently. I nod. She sighs. "It would be best if he continued to be your doctor, dear. You will need to get reacclimated to men at some point. You are, after all, one of them.
"Doctor, could you please scoot your chair back from Fujimiya-san, dear? It's a psychological thing." Aiko has made me feel like an idiot.
Doctor Nguyen goes back to his self-confidence. "Oh, is that all? I though we would need to get a psychological assessment." He moves back from me a good three feet or so, making me feel somewhat safer. He begins to explain to me my physical condition again, slower this time.
This is my road to recovery.
It is not a pretty sight.
~~~TBC
Yohji: Aya's not pretty like that.
Pickles: You would think that. Look, I thought you would make a good pet, but you're so damned lecherous-
Yohji: What's that?
Pickles: Nevermind.
*turns to audience* I'll give him to the first one of you who says you want him in your review.
Pickles: You're supposed to be excited about it, now....
Aya: *glares*
Pickles: Just for that.... LiNa, would you do the honors?
*LiNa holds up Aya's orange sweater and lights a match on it, then drops it into a trash can* Burn, baby, burn!!!!
Aya: *sobs* Noooooooo...... not my orange sweater......
Pickles: And your pyjamas will go next (that is, if you wear any).
Credits go to LiNa for burning that horrendous thing!!!!!!!!! CHIBIFLIES!!!!!!! And to the co-creator of the best word in the world, Moonflower. FLOOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Umm.... More Aya pain? I know, I'm mean, but hey.... it's for the story line....
Aya: Please, please, I'll do whatever you say.... just give me my orange sweater back....
Pickles: Oooh, I like that.... Beg some more....
Aya: What? That's it. I am no longer making appearances in your authors' notes. *stalks out, leaving a mystified pickles and a fire-happy LiNa behind*
Pickles: Wonder what that was all about... oh well... there are still seven of them left.... hmm... let's see... Yotan!
*Yohji appears*
Yohji: Where am I? Aya was just about to make it up to me for being gone for so long.....
Pickles: Apparently, you were dreaming. You, Kudo Yohji, are now my pet, for good or ill.
Yohji: Wait a sec- I know you! You write all those stories about me! Who do I get to sleep with this time?
Pickles: You aren't in this part.
Yohji: Is it a smut?
Pickles: I don't think you were such a good idea....
~~~
Nanashi-- Ch10
Starting Down the Road
~~~
...Schuldich looms above me as he thrusts into me dry, and oh gods it hurts, I don't want it, make him stop... stop... stop...
"Stop... stop... stop..." I awake to the sound of my own voice. There are hands on me, hands I don't know. I scream. "Get off me! Get away from me!"
"Come on, dear, we don't want to have to sedate you again," a woman's voice says to me. A woman's voice. A woman can't hurt me. I still. "That's better, dear. You've been under sedation since you came in."
I open my eyes as best I can and look at the woman. She's in a nurse's uniform, crisp and white, and seems the kind, motherly type. At least to me. Mama looked like that.
"Where am I?" I say. My voice is hoarse.
"The hospital, dear. Now, I'm sorry, but no one has any idea what happened to you. Well, we've a guess, but at some point you'll have to tell someone, all right?"
I nod at the inevitable. "Could I have a phone, please?" I need to call Kritiker. They have to know where I am.
"To call who?" she asks. She looks as though she's amazed I can talk, and it would be a miracle if I could dial.
"My boss." I shrug, figuring the twisted truth is much stronger than a lie.
"Oh, that." She pats my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, dear. This is a Kritiker-based facility."
I wasn't aware we had one. "Really?"
"Of course. Since our agents have a habit of getting near-fatal injuries, they had to set one up. Don't you agree?"
I say nothing about it. "Does Birman know I'm here?"
"She does. She's been here several times. Keeps bringing you flowers." She points, and I see four bouquets. I read the cards. One is from Birman, and says very little. The next is from Omi.
Aya-
I miss you! Yohji does too, and I'm sure Ken does as well. It's been hell since you left. Come back! Tell Yohji it's not his fault, at least. He's constantly blaming himself.
Birman told us what happened.
She said you were injured pretty badly, and it wasn't on a mission. I badgered the rest of it out of her.
Why would you let someone hurt you like that, Aya? You're more than capable of defending yourself.
Yeah, that's what I thought too, Omittchi.
--Omi
P.S. I hope you get better. I'd tell you in person, but I couldn't get it out of Birman where you were. I'm glad I at least got her to bring you flowers.
I'll have to tell Birman off for this one later.
I pick up the next card. It's from Ken.
Hi. I don't really have that much to say to you. Asshole though you are, you really don't deserve this. But you're still an asshole.
Why do you keep running? Yohji still loves you. You owe him an explanation at least, and you owe me a fucking gold medal for taking care of him like I do. There are better things I could be doing with my time. Like sleeping, insead of waiting for him to come home wasted every night.
Oh, and I'm sure Omi says I miss you. I don't. I stil think you're a bastard for doing this to Yohji.
But you didn't deserve that. I'm sure you didn't want it. I could never think of you as actually liking that.
H.K.
P.S. If you hurt Yohji again I swear on everything we both hold dear I will kill you.
Well, he seems to have got the true measure of me. So he's mad at me for what I did to Yohji? Store that thought in my mind for future reference.
And now the last one. I pick up Yohji's card.
Aya-kun--
Gods, that's sad. I'm still thinking of you as Aya-kun, still calling you that after all this.
I don't know who did it, Aya. But you have my word that if I find out the bastard is going to die.
I would never do that to you. I'd sooner die. You have to know that. Right?
--Kudo Yohji
P.S. I know you're sick of hearing this. But I *do* love you. All you have to do is let me.
Oh gods, I know you love me, Yohji, but I... I can't. I can't let you. For your own sake as well as mine. But I know- I *know* you'd never hurt me.
The nurse is still watching me, I notice. I look up at her. She smiles down at me. "Going to write them back, dear?"
"No." I set the cards gently on the table. "No, I'm not a part of that life anymore."
She looks confused. "But dear, that Yohji man sounded so sincere."
"He is," I tell her.
"Then- why..."
I stare at her. Motherly though she is, she doesn't know when to quit. "I want to know how bad it is."
"Oh- well, I think it would be best if you discussed that with your doctor. In fact, he's scheduled to check on you about now."
As if on cue, a doctor walks into my blindingly white hospital room with an equally write coat. He is small and dark, not exceedingly attractive. But that doesn't matter to me. What does matter is the fact that he's a man. It's a man that did this to me, it's a man's fault I'm here, it's a man that derived his pleasure from my pain. I stiffen before he even looks up from his patient chart. Even that small movement sends sparks of agony up my spine.
"Nurse, if Fujimiya-san doing any - ah, Fujimiya-san, you're awake."
He bows to me politely. I am frozen in place. He's going to hurt me. I know it. He ignores my lack of response, and sits down in the chair next to my bed. I turn my head to face him, refusing to let my eyes stray from him for so much as a second. I don't trust him that much. "I trust you want to know how bad that damages are. Well, Fujimiya-san, I won't mince words with you. It's bad." His voice is thin, high, and reedy. He speaks Japanese perfectly, a far cry from Schuldich's nasal, German-tinged voice. "Most of your bruises are gone, and we prevented the bite on your neck from scarring. However, you have a cracked rib and your cheek has a hairline fracture. Your bleeding was bad, but we managed to get you a blood transfusion before you were out of our hands. Anal tearing was extensive, and you needed stitches - Fujimiya-san, is something wrong?"
He says it like a question. Of course not. I'm fine. I'm absolutely thrilled to find out that I have stitches in my ass. Plus I absolutely love the fact that I'm terrified of a tiny male doctor I could kill from here in this state.
"What do you think?" the nurse snaps for me. She lays a comforting hand on my shoulder. The woman's touch calms me somewhat. "Is there anything you need, dear?"
Her voice gives me some tiny measure of courage. "I would like a different doctor, please." My voice sounds tiny, scared, not like me at all.
The woman - her name reads Aiko - looks shocked, while the doctor - nametag reading something Indian I think is pronounced Win - just looks angry. "Why, dear? Doctor Nguyen, here, is the only one who had the ability to fix you up vefore you died on us." So I was right. It is Win. Her question is put to me tentatively.
I look at her, and mutter quietly, "He's a man."
Her face floods with sudden understanding. "It's because he's a man, is that it? It's because you're scared," she says gently. I nod. She sighs. "It would be best if he continued to be your doctor, dear. You will need to get reacclimated to men at some point. You are, after all, one of them.
"Doctor, could you please scoot your chair back from Fujimiya-san, dear? It's a psychological thing." Aiko has made me feel like an idiot.
Doctor Nguyen goes back to his self-confidence. "Oh, is that all? I though we would need to get a psychological assessment." He moves back from me a good three feet or so, making me feel somewhat safer. He begins to explain to me my physical condition again, slower this time.
This is my road to recovery.
It is not a pretty sight.
~~~TBC
Yohji: Aya's not pretty like that.
Pickles: You would think that. Look, I thought you would make a good pet, but you're so damned lecherous-
Yohji: What's that?
Pickles: Nevermind.
*turns to audience* I'll give him to the first one of you who says you want him in your review.