Who is that strange woman in the lab coat? Erm...yeah, ignore that. Goman nasai, minna...I am sorry I didn't post last night...I wanted to, but Auten had one hell of a headache. Anywho...thank you for reviews...Cadbury, did you just start reading it, or have you been following it?? What d'ya think? Remember, all....if you have any questions, comments or concerns...lemme know!
Minako sat silently on a park swing, her eyes dark as she massaged her collar bone. Her wonderful (read; awful) day had begun with algebra class, and a crushing rejection by the soccer team captain and ended with a truck-load of homework, and a splitting headache. And then there was the matter of the strange numbness on her chest that was slowly spreading to her shoulders.
The blonde leaned her head on the swing's chain, and shut her eyes; her head hurt. Absently kicking her satchel, which was abandoned in the dust, she willed the ache to go away. As a matter of fact, she willed the world to go away and leave her in piece so she could figure what the hell was wrong with her.
"Do you have a headache?" A kindly voice asked from behind her. Minako opened her eyes and wearily turned around to face a lovely woman whose pale green eyes where currently fixed on her own with concern.
"As a matter of fact...yes, I do," Minako replied, with some incredulity. "How...how did you know?" The woman gracefully stepped over and sat down on the swing adjacent to Minako's.
"Fellow sufferer," she replied, tapping her temple. "I have some medication here, if you would like...?" She opened the small handbag that hung from her shoulder, and produced a small, smoky bottle. Minako considered her warily.
"You're not some sort of drug dealer who prays on innocent people with headaches, are you?" she asked. The woman chuckled, and brandished the bottle.
"Of course not...the prescription is right here on the bottle, if you want to check. I just feel empathetic, as I know exactly what you are going through. Go on, take two capsules." Although it was against Minako's better judgment to take prescription pills from a person she didn't even know, she held out her hand. Her head was killing her.
"Thanks," the blonde said weakly after swallowing the pills. The woman shrugged and gave her a little smile, while pushing her hair off of her shoulders. Her hair was fascinating really; it was a shimmery pink, darker highlights flashing in the late afternoon sun.
"Just out of curiosity...why are you sitting here all by yourself?" Minako sighed heavily, and leaned her head on the chain again.
"Oh, you know...bad day," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. The woman nodded feverishly.
"Oh, I know it!" she replied. "My boss was in such a killer mood today...it was like a cloud was hovering over the whole damn office!" Minako frowned.
"Where do you work?" The woman flipped her hand dismissively.
"Psychologists office...the doctor was murderous today, and I chose today to screw up his files. Can you believe it? And then, I caught my boyfriend with my colleague!" In spite of herself, Minako felt a sort of comradeship with the woman. They both seemed to have been hit with bad luck's hammer.
"Ooo I totally understand where you're coming from!" Minako replied. "I had algebra with the most evil woman on the planet-" at this, the woman's lips picked up in a small smirk, "-and the guy I liked rejected me today. I mean, could life get any worse?" The woman slumped in her swing.
"I suppose so...but it sure as hell doesn't seem like it." They both fell into silence for a moment. Suddenly she rose with a yelp, her wrist with her watch cocked.
"Oh, God, I was supposed to be at the office a half hour ago!" she cried, eyes wide in panic. She smiled down at Minako and patted her shoulder lightly.
"It probably could get worse, dear; moping over it won't get us any where. Doesn't stop it from being a bugger, now does it?" With that she took off, the white lab-coat that Minako had just noticed flaring out behind her.
Minako frowned, feeling troubled. Normally, it would've felt better to tell someone-even a stranger-about her troubles. But, oddly enough, she felt even worse than before.
Trying to conjure a picture of the woman in her head, she was deeply disturbed when all she could come up with was a long mane of lovely hair. And, she had just realized that she didn't get a name either.
Feeling extremely creeped out, Minako picked up her satchel and began to walk home at a hurried pace, wondering all the while if that had been a real person