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Look out for that tree!
Chapter 12
"What did you tell him?" Kagura-san said.
"What could I tell him?" Nagoya-san replied.
"And you left him alone?" he souned exasperated.
"He's a young man. Every young man must work through his own problems."
"This coming from the oldest young man I know."
"I'm trying to be phylisophical here."
"I know and you're scaring me."
"The pipe's too much huh?"
"You don't even smoke."
"Good thing to, it's tastes awful." Nagoya-san coughed.
I had been listening to them for several minutes now. Ever since I followed them, secretly to this out of the way...resting area or storage room, something like that. I wasn't eavesdropping really, I just didn't want to be alone.
"Where did you get that thing?" Kagura asked.
I caught a peek at the room itself when the door was first opened. The glass that normally would have been used for observation was covered with curtians. Curtain's still draped from the tracks in the ceiling. I was sitting on the floor just to the right of the door that was partially cracked open. I made myself as small as possible so they wouldn't know I was there.
"It was a gift." Chiaki's father said.
I saw that there were a bunch of beds in there, like older style gurnies and things, just cluttering the room. It probably was an old emergency ward.
"I'm glad you were just biting on it. I'd have to leave if you had acctually smoked something in that. What kind of gift is that anyway?" the dark haired man replied. Honestly, I was only half paying attention to there conversation.
"It was meant well anyway." I imagined Nagoya-san shurgged with this remark. I just didn't want to feel alone. This way...I was still alone, but I didn't feel alone.
"I'll never understand a gift that perpetuates a bad habit."
"Like chocolate?" I imagined Dr. Nagoya blinked innocently.
"Chocolate." Kagura probably had his hands on his hips. Looking at the doctor with his dark eyes, waiting for an explination.
"Right, the more chocolate you have the more you want and..."
"That's not what I meant." the dark red head sighed.
"But you said..."
"Eating isn't a habit."
"Indulgence is."
"Well, yes." the secretary had to admit. "But I'm talking more along the lines of addiction."
"How many gifts encourage addiction?" Nagoya had a kind of oh-come-on tone to his voice.
"Cigarett lighters, alcohol, alcohol flasks..."
"Okay, okay." the doctor gave in. "But I like getting wine."
"Well...it's alright as long as you can control yourself. Giving an alcoholic another beer would just be irrisponsible." Kagura explained. Chiaki's father gave a heavy sigh.
"Ethical discussions are boring." Nagoya added a tone to his voice I wasn't familiar with. My ears seemed to be drawn to this new development.
"Well, maybe It'll put you to sleep. You should get some rest after all."
"Are you worried about me?" There was fun in the doctor's voice, that wasn't there before.
"Who me?" he huffed. "I'm just trying to keep you on track."
"Are you saying..." he let the word hang in the air, almost...seductively, "you're my conscience?"
"I'm saying you can't make a resposible decision without me."
"It's after hours." Chiaki's father almost whispered. That usually soft voice of Kagura's, lightly gasped. "And during my free time. I don't feel like making responsible decisions." his voice was slightly muffled.
"What are you doing?" The assistant breathed, demanding an explination in whispered tones.
"If you don't like it," That sound...was that a kiss? "stop me." Nagoya teased. The doctor's voice was being muffled by something but I could still hear him. What's going on here?
"Wait a minute," The other gasped again, his breathing, quickening. "Here?" I heard a soft moan that reminded me of Chiaki's hum when he kissed my...I covered my neck and shut my eyes tight.
"No one comes by here this late, don't worry." Nagoya-san cooed. I heard things, lips meeting and parting. Weight shifting onto a bed, the shuffle of clothes. Gasps and pants, moans and hums of pleasure.
Breathing, kisses on skin, movement. It couldn't be. I told myself, pulling my legs closer to my chest and covering my ears. I'm imagining things. I'm losing my mind and my pervert brain is thinking stupid things. It's a lie. I tired to convince myself, but the noises didn't stop. If anything they got more 'heated.'
I swallowed hard and braced myself. The only way to really know for sure, if I'm just making it sound like something it's not, is to...I blushed. I have to look. Summoning my courage, I knelt by the door and slowly peeked in the crack. I could see something, but most of the movement was being blocked by curtins.
If they are doing what I hope they're not doing...If I get caught looking at them like some peeping tom. No! I clenched my fists. Chiaki isn't gay and neither is his father. And I'll...
"Ah!" A cry of ecstacy came from the tiny crack in the door. My nerves of steel became aluminum foil. That...I tired to explain it away in my mind, but no good arguement came. Alright! I'll just prove it! I stood up and looked in the smaller window in the door itself.
It was my turn to gasp. I immediately shrunk down to the smallest I could be, while still keeping an eye on them. Kagura had his arms around the doctor's neck and his hands were deep in Nagoya-san's shirt. His doctor's robe was aready on the floor. The blue haired man slid his hands over the other's thighs, which were tightly wrapped around Nagoya's waist. They're lips were locked, giving no room for excuses. They were...
I slowly crept away, blushing so bad I had to go to the washroom and splash my face with cold water. I had learned something intensly personal about Chiaki's father, and his assistant. If his father liked that sort of thing, was it so impossible that Chiaki himself might...I gasped and splashed my face some more.
Stupid! Think about grandpa! He needs you. Think about how grandpa is suffering and you're the only one who knows besides...darn I hate blushing. If I was aneamic, I'd probably pass out.
Look out for that tree!
Chapter 12
"What did you tell him?" Kagura-san said.
"What could I tell him?" Nagoya-san replied.
"And you left him alone?" he souned exasperated.
"He's a young man. Every young man must work through his own problems."
"This coming from the oldest young man I know."
"I'm trying to be phylisophical here."
"I know and you're scaring me."
"The pipe's too much huh?"
"You don't even smoke."
"Good thing to, it's tastes awful." Nagoya-san coughed.
I had been listening to them for several minutes now. Ever since I followed them, secretly to this out of the way...resting area or storage room, something like that. I wasn't eavesdropping really, I just didn't want to be alone.
"Where did you get that thing?" Kagura asked.
I caught a peek at the room itself when the door was first opened. The glass that normally would have been used for observation was covered with curtians. Curtain's still draped from the tracks in the ceiling. I was sitting on the floor just to the right of the door that was partially cracked open. I made myself as small as possible so they wouldn't know I was there.
"It was a gift." Chiaki's father said.
I saw that there were a bunch of beds in there, like older style gurnies and things, just cluttering the room. It probably was an old emergency ward.
"I'm glad you were just biting on it. I'd have to leave if you had acctually smoked something in that. What kind of gift is that anyway?" the dark haired man replied. Honestly, I was only half paying attention to there conversation.
"It was meant well anyway." I imagined Nagoya-san shurgged with this remark. I just didn't want to feel alone. This way...I was still alone, but I didn't feel alone.
"I'll never understand a gift that perpetuates a bad habit."
"Like chocolate?" I imagined Dr. Nagoya blinked innocently.
"Chocolate." Kagura probably had his hands on his hips. Looking at the doctor with his dark eyes, waiting for an explination.
"Right, the more chocolate you have the more you want and..."
"That's not what I meant." the dark red head sighed.
"But you said..."
"Eating isn't a habit."
"Indulgence is."
"Well, yes." the secretary had to admit. "But I'm talking more along the lines of addiction."
"How many gifts encourage addiction?" Nagoya had a kind of oh-come-on tone to his voice.
"Cigarett lighters, alcohol, alcohol flasks..."
"Okay, okay." the doctor gave in. "But I like getting wine."
"Well...it's alright as long as you can control yourself. Giving an alcoholic another beer would just be irrisponsible." Kagura explained. Chiaki's father gave a heavy sigh.
"Ethical discussions are boring." Nagoya added a tone to his voice I wasn't familiar with. My ears seemed to be drawn to this new development.
"Well, maybe It'll put you to sleep. You should get some rest after all."
"Are you worried about me?" There was fun in the doctor's voice, that wasn't there before.
"Who me?" he huffed. "I'm just trying to keep you on track."
"Are you saying..." he let the word hang in the air, almost...seductively, "you're my conscience?"
"I'm saying you can't make a resposible decision without me."
"It's after hours." Chiaki's father almost whispered. That usually soft voice of Kagura's, lightly gasped. "And during my free time. I don't feel like making responsible decisions." his voice was slightly muffled.
"What are you doing?" The assistant breathed, demanding an explination in whispered tones.
"If you don't like it," That sound...was that a kiss? "stop me." Nagoya teased. The doctor's voice was being muffled by something but I could still hear him. What's going on here?
"Wait a minute," The other gasped again, his breathing, quickening. "Here?" I heard a soft moan that reminded me of Chiaki's hum when he kissed my...I covered my neck and shut my eyes tight.
"No one comes by here this late, don't worry." Nagoya-san cooed. I heard things, lips meeting and parting. Weight shifting onto a bed, the shuffle of clothes. Gasps and pants, moans and hums of pleasure.
Breathing, kisses on skin, movement. It couldn't be. I told myself, pulling my legs closer to my chest and covering my ears. I'm imagining things. I'm losing my mind and my pervert brain is thinking stupid things. It's a lie. I tired to convince myself, but the noises didn't stop. If anything they got more 'heated.'
I swallowed hard and braced myself. The only way to really know for sure, if I'm just making it sound like something it's not, is to...I blushed. I have to look. Summoning my courage, I knelt by the door and slowly peeked in the crack. I could see something, but most of the movement was being blocked by curtins.
If they are doing what I hope they're not doing...If I get caught looking at them like some peeping tom. No! I clenched my fists. Chiaki isn't gay and neither is his father. And I'll...
"Ah!" A cry of ecstacy came from the tiny crack in the door. My nerves of steel became aluminum foil. That...I tired to explain it away in my mind, but no good arguement came. Alright! I'll just prove it! I stood up and looked in the smaller window in the door itself.
It was my turn to gasp. I immediately shrunk down to the smallest I could be, while still keeping an eye on them. Kagura had his arms around the doctor's neck and his hands were deep in Nagoya-san's shirt. His doctor's robe was aready on the floor. The blue haired man slid his hands over the other's thighs, which were tightly wrapped around Nagoya's waist. They're lips were locked, giving no room for excuses. They were...
I slowly crept away, blushing so bad I had to go to the washroom and splash my face with cold water. I had learned something intensly personal about Chiaki's father, and his assistant. If his father liked that sort of thing, was it so impossible that Chiaki himself might...I gasped and splashed my face some more.
Stupid! Think about grandpa! He needs you. Think about how grandpa is suffering and you're the only one who knows besides...darn I hate blushing. If I was aneamic, I'd probably pass out.