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"Go ahead, kill yourself."
D hears a voice and looks up numbly. Faintly he recalls it is Tet-Chan's voice. D looks at the glass in his hand; Tet-Chan was serious in telling D to kill himself. Impatiently D recalls that Kami's couldn't die that way, but as of lately it would work. One quick swipe and it'd be over. D presses the sharp edge to his wrist.
"That's it, cut your wrist, run away like a coward." Tet-Chan taunts.
D grits his teeth and finds something deep inside himself and tosses away the shard of glass. Numbly he glares at Tet-Chan who looked back at him so upset. Why he kept coming back was beyond D. Looking at his hands D realizes that if not for himself, he had to live for his pets. His pets needed him still.
Grabbing his cheongsam slips it on and walks to the back of the Pet Shop. So much he had to hide. Not just the feelings, but the fact this was all Leon's doing. He was still to defending the man that hurt him, his heart couldn't tell him other wise. D heard the sound of feet sliding behind him. D started another bath and ignored the thing behind him.
"You need help D." Tet-Chan declares.
"No I don't..."
"Yes you do, look at yourself D. It's been days since you've last eaten. You're even walking around like a zombie."
"It's none of your concern." D growls and slams the bathroom door on Tet-Chan's face.
Tet-Chan punches the door and rests his head on frame. He felt helpless to help D, he could feel D slipping away from him everyday. He wanted so much to kill Leon, but in his state all he could do is get killed. Tet-Chan pulls away from the door and limps away. There was nothing more that could be done.
D stares at the door. He felt Tet-Chan's distress, distress that was pullingD further into the abyss. D climbs into the bath and looses himself in his thoughts. The only place that still welcomed him. Granted now days they are filled with suicidal intentions. Everything he loved is being taken away.
****
The next day D awoke and opened the shop. His heart felt lost and he couldn't feel anything anymore. Outside the shop is warm and thick with the smell of rain. It was a good day so D left open the door. Out of the corner pulls out his broom and tries to sweep up the broken glass and spilled pills.
Q-Chan flutters around above D's head, trying his best to scold D. But being just an annoying squeak toy, D just ignores him, and goes about his cleaning. Eventually Q-Chan gives up and lands on the couch. Dustpan full of glass, D turns and faces Tet-Chan.
They lock eyes for several seconds then D pushes by him. He did not want to confront Tet-Chan. Leon walks in as D dumps out the glass. Tet-Chan growls at Leon, and puffs up his fur. Glaring at Tet-Chan, Leon approaches D. D ignores Leon and walk by him. Leon groans and grabs D's arm.
"Why don't we talk anymore?" Leon asks.
D looks at his feet and remains in his emotionless silence.
"Talk to me." Leon jerks D's arm hard.
D flinches and before he can react Tet-Chan lunges at Leon. BANG! BANG! BANG! Tet-Chan drops to the floor, D's eyes fill with disbelief. Leon's gun smocked and his eyes were full of content. Glaring at Leon D pulls away and kneels beside Tet-Chan. Blood leaked unto the floor.
"I always wanted to do that." Leon smirks. "And I would get away from that dangerous animal Count D."
"He's not dangerous!" D snaps.
Leon pulls the safety off his gun and aims it at D. This was one last fight and D was history. Emotions ran back into D's mind like a tsunami. D let his legs carry him as he runs out of the Pet Shop. D opens Leon's car door and
gets in. It was so typical of him to hide his keys in the same place.
"D freeze."
D drives off like a mad man. Headed for the ocean as fast as he could push Leon's car could go. He didn't know what called him but he wanted to go. Images of Tet-Chan filled his mind. It was all his fault, because of him Tet-Chan was hurt and most likely dead. Flashes of Tet-Chan drown out the
road ahead.
D wipes his eyes and tries to focus on the road.
'Go ahead kill yourself.' Tet-Chan's voice teases D's mind. 'Run away like a coward.'
D shakes his head and pulls off the road; cars blare their horns as they slam on the brakes. The car is not fully stopped as D puts it in park. D staggers to the phone and rings the operator. D rests his head on the pay phone and sighs heavily.
"Hello this is the operator how may I help you?" A snotty voice asks.
"I need the general hospital," D says voice cracking.
"Hang on one second."
D listens to the elevator music and slides down to sit on the ground. Soon a ringing fills his ear. He was connected. One ring, two rings, three rings, D waited anxiously for someone to pick up. Soon he hers people arguing, then a crash. The person with the phone curses then comes to the phone.
"Hello how may I help you." She asks in a false sweetness.
"I need to speak to doctor Carter please." D says heavily.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Carter is busy right now."
"It's a emergency." D says in a mere whisper.
"I'm sorry he can not be disturbed right now. If you want to talk to him your gonna have to set up a appointment or come to the hospital."
"I will not last that long, I'm sorry if I kill myself." D says sorrowfully then reaches up and hangs up the phone.
D sits on the ground staring at his feet blankly. He didn't even hear the people shouting at him to move the car. It was minutes before the phone above D rung, and to D, those minutes seemed only like a second. After a few rings D pulls down the phone and puts it to his ear.
"This is doctor Carter, is this D?"
"Yes," D responds barely audible.
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
"Listen keep on the phone, I'll have someone trace you then I'll be out to get you." Dr. Carter insists.
D lets go of the phone and curls into a ball. He felt alone and nothing else. He never even notices as day fades into sunset. Dr. Carter pulls up and hops out of his car. This was L.A. no one bothered when someone was in distress, so he knew it was D laying on the ground. Fearing the worse Dr. Carter runs over to him.
"D, you alive, D".
In the faint light he notices D looks up at him. Dr. Carter bends down and checks him over. His face was healing nicely; there are a few more marks, and a bullet hole through the arms, Dr. Carter notices. Dr. Carter looks into D's face demanding the truth from D.
"Did he shoot you?" Dr. Carter asks.
D looks at the hole in his arm with surprise. He didn't hear the shot, and he never felt the pain. Dr. Carter sighs and picks D up and carries him to his car. Skillfully he pops open the door with his toes and puts D in the car. Carefully Dr. Carter buckles him in then closes the door.
D looks around the car numbly and notices a picture taped to the dashboard, Dr. Carter, a woman, and four young kids. The doctor slides into the car and notices D looking at the picture. His eyes filled with sorrow, remembering the people behind the images.
"D that's my family, or was".
"Was?" D asks numbly.
"Yes, the woman in the picture is my wife. She's a couple months pregnant, that little girl, that's Sally. They both were killed the day after this picture. My wife's old boyfriend from fifteen years earlier tracked her down, and ended her, my unborn child, and my daughter's life that day." Dr. Carter sighs heavily. "She always told me things with him were taken care of, and that he'd never move beyond that restraining order."
"The older boy?"
"That's that bastards kid, I still raise him as my son. He's part of my wife, and I will never let his fathers sins cloud my love for him." Dr. Carter smiles. "Those three little kids, two girls one boy, he insisted he dress up like his sister that day."
"Dr. Carter, I don't want to leave him but I need help." D mumbles.
"Okay, let me take you home, where do you live."
D busts out in tears. He didn't want to go back and find Tet-Chan dead. Dr. Carter looks at D concerned.
"What's wrong?"
"Tet-Chan". D sobs. "He was shot, I don't want to find him dead."
"Person or pet?"
"Pet." D cries uncontrollably.
"My friend is a vet, I'll have him meet us there, we'll send him in first." Dr. Carter puts a hand on D's shoulder. "It'll be okay."
"Go ahead, kill yourself."
D hears a voice and looks up numbly. Faintly he recalls it is Tet-Chan's voice. D looks at the glass in his hand; Tet-Chan was serious in telling D to kill himself. Impatiently D recalls that Kami's couldn't die that way, but as of lately it would work. One quick swipe and it'd be over. D presses the sharp edge to his wrist.
"That's it, cut your wrist, run away like a coward." Tet-Chan taunts.
D grits his teeth and finds something deep inside himself and tosses away the shard of glass. Numbly he glares at Tet-Chan who looked back at him so upset. Why he kept coming back was beyond D. Looking at his hands D realizes that if not for himself, he had to live for his pets. His pets needed him still.
Grabbing his cheongsam slips it on and walks to the back of the Pet Shop. So much he had to hide. Not just the feelings, but the fact this was all Leon's doing. He was still to defending the man that hurt him, his heart couldn't tell him other wise. D heard the sound of feet sliding behind him. D started another bath and ignored the thing behind him.
"You need help D." Tet-Chan declares.
"No I don't..."
"Yes you do, look at yourself D. It's been days since you've last eaten. You're even walking around like a zombie."
"It's none of your concern." D growls and slams the bathroom door on Tet-Chan's face.
Tet-Chan punches the door and rests his head on frame. He felt helpless to help D, he could feel D slipping away from him everyday. He wanted so much to kill Leon, but in his state all he could do is get killed. Tet-Chan pulls away from the door and limps away. There was nothing more that could be done.
D stares at the door. He felt Tet-Chan's distress, distress that was pullingD further into the abyss. D climbs into the bath and looses himself in his thoughts. The only place that still welcomed him. Granted now days they are filled with suicidal intentions. Everything he loved is being taken away.
****
The next day D awoke and opened the shop. His heart felt lost and he couldn't feel anything anymore. Outside the shop is warm and thick with the smell of rain. It was a good day so D left open the door. Out of the corner pulls out his broom and tries to sweep up the broken glass and spilled pills.
Q-Chan flutters around above D's head, trying his best to scold D. But being just an annoying squeak toy, D just ignores him, and goes about his cleaning. Eventually Q-Chan gives up and lands on the couch. Dustpan full of glass, D turns and faces Tet-Chan.
They lock eyes for several seconds then D pushes by him. He did not want to confront Tet-Chan. Leon walks in as D dumps out the glass. Tet-Chan growls at Leon, and puffs up his fur. Glaring at Tet-Chan, Leon approaches D. D ignores Leon and walk by him. Leon groans and grabs D's arm.
"Why don't we talk anymore?" Leon asks.
D looks at his feet and remains in his emotionless silence.
"Talk to me." Leon jerks D's arm hard.
D flinches and before he can react Tet-Chan lunges at Leon. BANG! BANG! BANG! Tet-Chan drops to the floor, D's eyes fill with disbelief. Leon's gun smocked and his eyes were full of content. Glaring at Leon D pulls away and kneels beside Tet-Chan. Blood leaked unto the floor.
"I always wanted to do that." Leon smirks. "And I would get away from that dangerous animal Count D."
"He's not dangerous!" D snaps.
Leon pulls the safety off his gun and aims it at D. This was one last fight and D was history. Emotions ran back into D's mind like a tsunami. D let his legs carry him as he runs out of the Pet Shop. D opens Leon's car door and
gets in. It was so typical of him to hide his keys in the same place.
"D freeze."
D drives off like a mad man. Headed for the ocean as fast as he could push Leon's car could go. He didn't know what called him but he wanted to go. Images of Tet-Chan filled his mind. It was all his fault, because of him Tet-Chan was hurt and most likely dead. Flashes of Tet-Chan drown out the
road ahead.
D wipes his eyes and tries to focus on the road.
'Go ahead kill yourself.' Tet-Chan's voice teases D's mind. 'Run away like a coward.'
D shakes his head and pulls off the road; cars blare their horns as they slam on the brakes. The car is not fully stopped as D puts it in park. D staggers to the phone and rings the operator. D rests his head on the pay phone and sighs heavily.
"Hello this is the operator how may I help you?" A snotty voice asks.
"I need the general hospital," D says voice cracking.
"Hang on one second."
D listens to the elevator music and slides down to sit on the ground. Soon a ringing fills his ear. He was connected. One ring, two rings, three rings, D waited anxiously for someone to pick up. Soon he hers people arguing, then a crash. The person with the phone curses then comes to the phone.
"Hello how may I help you." She asks in a false sweetness.
"I need to speak to doctor Carter please." D says heavily.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Carter is busy right now."
"It's a emergency." D says in a mere whisper.
"I'm sorry he can not be disturbed right now. If you want to talk to him your gonna have to set up a appointment or come to the hospital."
"I will not last that long, I'm sorry if I kill myself." D says sorrowfully then reaches up and hangs up the phone.
D sits on the ground staring at his feet blankly. He didn't even hear the people shouting at him to move the car. It was minutes before the phone above D rung, and to D, those minutes seemed only like a second. After a few rings D pulls down the phone and puts it to his ear.
"This is doctor Carter, is this D?"
"Yes," D responds barely audible.
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
"Listen keep on the phone, I'll have someone trace you then I'll be out to get you." Dr. Carter insists.
D lets go of the phone and curls into a ball. He felt alone and nothing else. He never even notices as day fades into sunset. Dr. Carter pulls up and hops out of his car. This was L.A. no one bothered when someone was in distress, so he knew it was D laying on the ground. Fearing the worse Dr. Carter runs over to him.
"D, you alive, D".
In the faint light he notices D looks up at him. Dr. Carter bends down and checks him over. His face was healing nicely; there are a few more marks, and a bullet hole through the arms, Dr. Carter notices. Dr. Carter looks into D's face demanding the truth from D.
"Did he shoot you?" Dr. Carter asks.
D looks at the hole in his arm with surprise. He didn't hear the shot, and he never felt the pain. Dr. Carter sighs and picks D up and carries him to his car. Skillfully he pops open the door with his toes and puts D in the car. Carefully Dr. Carter buckles him in then closes the door.
D looks around the car numbly and notices a picture taped to the dashboard, Dr. Carter, a woman, and four young kids. The doctor slides into the car and notices D looking at the picture. His eyes filled with sorrow, remembering the people behind the images.
"D that's my family, or was".
"Was?" D asks numbly.
"Yes, the woman in the picture is my wife. She's a couple months pregnant, that little girl, that's Sally. They both were killed the day after this picture. My wife's old boyfriend from fifteen years earlier tracked her down, and ended her, my unborn child, and my daughter's life that day." Dr. Carter sighs heavily. "She always told me things with him were taken care of, and that he'd never move beyond that restraining order."
"The older boy?"
"That's that bastards kid, I still raise him as my son. He's part of my wife, and I will never let his fathers sins cloud my love for him." Dr. Carter smiles. "Those three little kids, two girls one boy, he insisted he dress up like his sister that day."
"Dr. Carter, I don't want to leave him but I need help." D mumbles.
"Okay, let me take you home, where do you live."
D busts out in tears. He didn't want to go back and find Tet-Chan dead. Dr. Carter looks at D concerned.
"What's wrong?"
"Tet-Chan". D sobs. "He was shot, I don't want to find him dead."
"Person or pet?"
"Pet." D cries uncontrollably.
"My friend is a vet, I'll have him meet us there, we'll send him in first." Dr. Carter puts a hand on D's shoulder. "It'll be okay."
