Paper fan
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Chapter 15
"Any word?" Chiaki came into the waiting room. This was the first thing he said all evening that was directed at me. I felt resentful of that. Why was he hiding from me? He kissed me, not the other way around.
"No." I shook my head.
"I guess, no news is good news right?" He sat across from me.
"I guess so." I kept my gaze ever downward. I hate confrontation, but I hated his avoiding me even worse. Pretending that nothing happened, of all the nerve.
"So, um..." he began uncomfortably.
"Why are you here?" I confronted him, but not with my eyes. It hurt to look at him right now.
"What?" He didn't sound angry. If he got angry at me...I don't know how I'd react.
"Why are you here?" I looked at him finally.
"I'm here to support you." the blue haired teen said firmly.
"I don't need your help, hero." My tone... "I thought I made that clear." I realized after I said it, there was bitterness in my tone.
"Everyone needs help." Chiaki stood his ground.
"Like you're oversexed father needs his head examined?" Did I just say that? I didn't just say that! Oh my god! How do I apologize?
"What?" the blue haired teen was warning me. I could sense it, but something was wrong inside me. I couldn't stop.
"Or maybe you're refering to the ditzy little miss priss Maron who can't admit to herself that she's just an ordinary girl. Nothing special at all." Such malice and hate. Was I feeling this? But even if I was...I wouldn't say it. I would never say such terrible things. Don't listen Chiaki!
"Iinchou." the blue haired teen didn't look happy, but he seemed to be actively holding himself back.
"I refuse." I stood with him. I slipped my hand around his neck, in one fluid motion. "I bet you're talking about yourself. So hard up, even you're friend's are starting to look like a cheap thrill." I trailed my tongue up his neck and tugged on his earlob with my teeth.
"Stop it." Chiaki had a threatening tone, when he grabbed my shirt with both fists and pushed me back.
"What do you say?" I touched those angry fists with playful fingers. "There's probably a storage closet around here with our names on it. It'll only take a minute, probably." I grinned mischeviously. This isn't...this isn't me. I was shaking inside. What's wrong? Why am I doing this?
"What's wrong with you?" Chiaki let me fall into a chair. "This isn't like you at all." That's right! It's not me! Please, don't hate me.
"I call it like I see it." I had defiance in my gaze. My legs were spread, no respect in my posture at all. It's not me!
"I'm going." He told me as he started walking out the door.
"See ya, hero." I laughed as he left. Chiaki...I'm sorry. Suddenly my laugh turned into a sob. I shuttered thinking, what had I done? I pushed him away. Why...I suddenly realized there was something in my pocket. I pulled out the paper fan. I rubbed my eyes furiously. "Did you do that?"
"~He cannot make you happy. It's better this way~"
"That's for me to decide! Not you!" My voice cracked as I shouted in hushed tones. I didn't want to disturb anyone. Why was the fan here? In the fuss when I left the house, I don't remember bringing it with me. "You...You came with me?"
"~I can help you. But I can't help you if I'm not with you~"
"You said you weren't going to hurt anyone." I cluched it tight, I wanted to strangle it.
"~I have harmed no one~"
"Physically that's true but..." that was a technicality, a stupid excuse.
"~I have kept my word~"
"This isn't...what I wanted." My tears returned, but I didn't let them fall. As I sat there alone I thought, maybe this fan wasn't what I thought it was.
The red emergency light on top of the operation room door faded. I jumped up and waited with eager anticipation. The knots in my stomach turned into butterflies, but hadn't gone. They won't go unless I know one way or the other. It was late. Dr. Nagoya had been operating for almost seven hours.
"Grandpa." I uttered waiting for the door to open. Those bitter feelings that pushed Chiaki away...I could still feel them in the pit of my stomach.
"It must have been more complicated than he thought." Kagura had been waiting like me. Miss Quan opened the door.
"The operation was successful." She told us. We both breathed relief.
"Wonderful isn't it?" This dark red haired man smiled at me. I was unable to speak, I was so relieved. "You're grandfather should be coming out soon."
"Kagura-san." Miss Quan smiled at the secretary. "Doctor Nagoya is asking for you." He nodded and entered the doors. The lovely lady came to me. "We'll be keeping an eye on Minazuki-san for a few days. Right now, it would be better if you got some rest." She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and directed me down the hall.
"I want to see him." I demanded. It's probably the stress, I needed to calm down. I was uneasy, about the negative emotions poisoning my heart. I wanted to see grandpa and know things were going to be alright, for sure.
"Of course." She frowned at first, but her beautiful smile returned. "Please, wait here."
I nodded and watched her go back into the door. Somehow that door was like a gate to something I couldn't touch. It was more than just a door. It was a barrier blocking my entire being. I was supposed to wait but, would it really be so bad if I just...My hand reached out. I wanted to open it.
Before I made such a bold step, I peeked through the wire mesh that trailed though the thin glass panels in the door. I saw movement. There was something beyond this door. I pushed the door open a crack.
"Nagoya-san!" Kagura caught the blue haired man. The doctor looked exhasted, leaning on the brunet. "Are you alright?" the dark eyed secretary looked so worried about him.
"I'm fine." the blue haired man told him, steadying himself. "I just..." An unexpected shift of weight brought them to a loose embrace. "Sorry, I worried you."
"No." Kagura braced the other. "I'm glad you're alright." his soft voice added kindness to the gentleness in his eyes. "You're amazing." he smiled tenderly.
My heart hurt. Those terrible feelings welled up inside me again. Why did they have such a good relationship? But...was it really so good? I started thinking about the secretive nature of those two, not to mention the many wives Nagoya has taken and tossed away.
"I'm tired," the doctor corrected and snuck a kiss. "But," He put an arm around the other's shoulder and they started to walk toward the door. "If Minazuki-san wasn't as stobburn as an ox, he may not have made it."
I stepped back and pretended I never looked in. But deep with in me, I felt a revenge plot in it's infancy. Why was I feeling this? The fan? They came out, Chiaki's father leaning on Kagura. The blue haired man smiled at me when they saw me.
"You're grandpa is in stable condition. He'll be his old self in a few weeks. He'll stay in the hospital for a few days for observation though." Nagoya explained.
"..." I don't think I ever admired Chiaki's father as much as I did now. He worked and slaved and he...he saved my grandpa's life. I wanted to thank him, tell him how much I appreciate all his efforts but...
I was worried. If I open my mouth I might say something terrible, like I did to Chiaki. I bowed and my eyes started to water. When the nurses wheeled my grandpa into the hall, I rushed to his side and took his hand. The burning tears touched my cheeks.
"You're welcome." Dr.Nagoya just smiled at me, I think he understood how grateful I was. And yet, even as he was walking away with his secretary, a venomous plan was crawling through my brain. I could ruin them and this hospital...easily.
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Chapter 15
"Any word?" Chiaki came into the waiting room. This was the first thing he said all evening that was directed at me. I felt resentful of that. Why was he hiding from me? He kissed me, not the other way around.
"No." I shook my head.
"I guess, no news is good news right?" He sat across from me.
"I guess so." I kept my gaze ever downward. I hate confrontation, but I hated his avoiding me even worse. Pretending that nothing happened, of all the nerve.
"So, um..." he began uncomfortably.
"Why are you here?" I confronted him, but not with my eyes. It hurt to look at him right now.
"What?" He didn't sound angry. If he got angry at me...I don't know how I'd react.
"Why are you here?" I looked at him finally.
"I'm here to support you." the blue haired teen said firmly.
"I don't need your help, hero." My tone... "I thought I made that clear." I realized after I said it, there was bitterness in my tone.
"Everyone needs help." Chiaki stood his ground.
"Like you're oversexed father needs his head examined?" Did I just say that? I didn't just say that! Oh my god! How do I apologize?
"What?" the blue haired teen was warning me. I could sense it, but something was wrong inside me. I couldn't stop.
"Or maybe you're refering to the ditzy little miss priss Maron who can't admit to herself that she's just an ordinary girl. Nothing special at all." Such malice and hate. Was I feeling this? But even if I was...I wouldn't say it. I would never say such terrible things. Don't listen Chiaki!
"Iinchou." the blue haired teen didn't look happy, but he seemed to be actively holding himself back.
"I refuse." I stood with him. I slipped my hand around his neck, in one fluid motion. "I bet you're talking about yourself. So hard up, even you're friend's are starting to look like a cheap thrill." I trailed my tongue up his neck and tugged on his earlob with my teeth.
"Stop it." Chiaki had a threatening tone, when he grabbed my shirt with both fists and pushed me back.
"What do you say?" I touched those angry fists with playful fingers. "There's probably a storage closet around here with our names on it. It'll only take a minute, probably." I grinned mischeviously. This isn't...this isn't me. I was shaking inside. What's wrong? Why am I doing this?
"What's wrong with you?" Chiaki let me fall into a chair. "This isn't like you at all." That's right! It's not me! Please, don't hate me.
"I call it like I see it." I had defiance in my gaze. My legs were spread, no respect in my posture at all. It's not me!
"I'm going." He told me as he started walking out the door.
"See ya, hero." I laughed as he left. Chiaki...I'm sorry. Suddenly my laugh turned into a sob. I shuttered thinking, what had I done? I pushed him away. Why...I suddenly realized there was something in my pocket. I pulled out the paper fan. I rubbed my eyes furiously. "Did you do that?"
"~He cannot make you happy. It's better this way~"
"That's for me to decide! Not you!" My voice cracked as I shouted in hushed tones. I didn't want to disturb anyone. Why was the fan here? In the fuss when I left the house, I don't remember bringing it with me. "You...You came with me?"
"~I can help you. But I can't help you if I'm not with you~"
"You said you weren't going to hurt anyone." I cluched it tight, I wanted to strangle it.
"~I have harmed no one~"
"Physically that's true but..." that was a technicality, a stupid excuse.
"~I have kept my word~"
"This isn't...what I wanted." My tears returned, but I didn't let them fall. As I sat there alone I thought, maybe this fan wasn't what I thought it was.
The red emergency light on top of the operation room door faded. I jumped up and waited with eager anticipation. The knots in my stomach turned into butterflies, but hadn't gone. They won't go unless I know one way or the other. It was late. Dr. Nagoya had been operating for almost seven hours.
"Grandpa." I uttered waiting for the door to open. Those bitter feelings that pushed Chiaki away...I could still feel them in the pit of my stomach.
"It must have been more complicated than he thought." Kagura had been waiting like me. Miss Quan opened the door.
"The operation was successful." She told us. We both breathed relief.
"Wonderful isn't it?" This dark red haired man smiled at me. I was unable to speak, I was so relieved. "You're grandfather should be coming out soon."
"Kagura-san." Miss Quan smiled at the secretary. "Doctor Nagoya is asking for you." He nodded and entered the doors. The lovely lady came to me. "We'll be keeping an eye on Minazuki-san for a few days. Right now, it would be better if you got some rest." She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and directed me down the hall.
"I want to see him." I demanded. It's probably the stress, I needed to calm down. I was uneasy, about the negative emotions poisoning my heart. I wanted to see grandpa and know things were going to be alright, for sure.
"Of course." She frowned at first, but her beautiful smile returned. "Please, wait here."
I nodded and watched her go back into the door. Somehow that door was like a gate to something I couldn't touch. It was more than just a door. It was a barrier blocking my entire being. I was supposed to wait but, would it really be so bad if I just...My hand reached out. I wanted to open it.
Before I made such a bold step, I peeked through the wire mesh that trailed though the thin glass panels in the door. I saw movement. There was something beyond this door. I pushed the door open a crack.
"Nagoya-san!" Kagura caught the blue haired man. The doctor looked exhasted, leaning on the brunet. "Are you alright?" the dark eyed secretary looked so worried about him.
"I'm fine." the blue haired man told him, steadying himself. "I just..." An unexpected shift of weight brought them to a loose embrace. "Sorry, I worried you."
"No." Kagura braced the other. "I'm glad you're alright." his soft voice added kindness to the gentleness in his eyes. "You're amazing." he smiled tenderly.
My heart hurt. Those terrible feelings welled up inside me again. Why did they have such a good relationship? But...was it really so good? I started thinking about the secretive nature of those two, not to mention the many wives Nagoya has taken and tossed away.
"I'm tired," the doctor corrected and snuck a kiss. "But," He put an arm around the other's shoulder and they started to walk toward the door. "If Minazuki-san wasn't as stobburn as an ox, he may not have made it."
I stepped back and pretended I never looked in. But deep with in me, I felt a revenge plot in it's infancy. Why was I feeling this? The fan? They came out, Chiaki's father leaning on Kagura. The blue haired man smiled at me when they saw me.
"You're grandpa is in stable condition. He'll be his old self in a few weeks. He'll stay in the hospital for a few days for observation though." Nagoya explained.
"..." I don't think I ever admired Chiaki's father as much as I did now. He worked and slaved and he...he saved my grandpa's life. I wanted to thank him, tell him how much I appreciate all his efforts but...
I was worried. If I open my mouth I might say something terrible, like I did to Chiaki. I bowed and my eyes started to water. When the nurses wheeled my grandpa into the hall, I rushed to his side and took his hand. The burning tears touched my cheeks.
"You're welcome." Dr.Nagoya just smiled at me, I think he understood how grateful I was. And yet, even as he was walking away with his secretary, a venomous plan was crawling through my brain. I could ruin them and this hospital...easily.