Sometimes i dream i own it... then reality kicks in...
In past tense – 2
two and a half months ago...
Dr. Muraki Kazutaka took a sip of his drink and smiled at his companion, pretending to be listening. He hated oficial parties. Anything that has the word oficial in it was boring by definition, and official parties in the medical community... Muraki mentally signed. His respectfull colleage was chatering about golf for twenty minutes now, and there was nothing to do exept of picturing tzuzuki in nun costume and hope time didn't stop completly.
"Ah, Muraki san, let me introduce you to someone", the old profesor he was talking to turned, pointing at a dark haired young man. "A former student of mine, a very promising one too. His work was incredible, yet he threw it all away to become his family's privet phisician, or something of that sort. Come, come, i want you to talk some sense into him. You young people never listen to us old people... Ah, souma san!"
All that profesor Barey (for that was the name of the old golf loving professor) said very fast, while dragging a slightly confused Muraki after him.
Few moments later a still confused Muraki was staring at his silent young colleage, who seemed completly oblivious to the existing of the party.
"Ehm, Souma san, i presume?"
The doctor looked in surprise. He seemed to be pulled away from deep and clearly unpleasent thoughts.
"So", the silver haired vilain thought with a smile, "Doctor Souma Hatori... This evening may not be such a waste of time after all".