Yay! Chapter 2 is written! It's a little longer. I'm working at making my chapters not so short... but... XP Anyway, thanks to the person who reviewed. D Enjoy!
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Chapter 2: What Was I Wanting?
It's dark here. Filled with the darkness of death.
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"Akito-san, it's time for your checkup."
Akito scowled as Hatori appeared in a silhouette against her door.
"Fine," she hissed, curling herself into a tight ball.
Hatori sighed. He hated his job. Silently, he ruffled through his doctor's kit and triumphantly produced a stethoscope. He glanced expectantly at Akito, who only glared at him. He sighed again, and said in an exasperated tone, "It doesn't hurt, Akito-san. We've done this... how many times? You know that, Akito-san."
Akito sighed and uncurled herself. She didn't care if it "didn't hurt". The whole process annoyed her. It was a waste of her precious time. Besides, she wanted to be alone right now.
Hatori did his motions quickly and quietly, moving the stethoscope over her chest, over her heart. For some reason, it made her stiffen with a strange cold rage.
She didn't like him touching her... but when had she ever minded? He was just her doctor. A servant of God.
Hatori gazed at some papers for a moment, then sighed yet again. "All right, I lied, Akito-san. It's going to hurt a little bit. I have to give you a shot," he said in a soft tone, as if he were talking to a child. How dare he speak to God that way? He was a mere servant, a stupid mortal, on Earth only to do her bidding. How dare he underestimate her intelligence like that?
"Just a mo--" Hatori was interrupted as his doctor's kit suddenly went flying violently across the room, his tools scattering across the floor. Startled, he glanced up at his patient, who was now standing above him, his needle gripped in her hand. "Akito-san, give me back the sh--" he was met with a slap across the face.
"HOW DARE YOU?" she screamed, still gripping the needle. "Please, Akito-sa--" "I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!" she shouted. Hatori shrank back, suddenly feeling a pang of fear. There was no reasong with her when she was like this. "I DON'T NEED YOU!" Hatori grabbed for his tools, desperately trying to return them to his back before she did something violent... or something stupid. "YOU FOOLISH MORTAL! I AM GOD!" she screeched, plunging the shot into her arm. Without thinking, Hatori lunged at her and grabbed the needle, ignoring her screams. Heart pounding, he grabbed his kit and fled from the room, his forgotten stethoscope sent flying through the air after him.
Akito collapsed on the floor, clutching her bleeding arm and panting. How dare he... how dare he... how dare he...
She buried her face in her hands and the room was filled with the echoes of her sobs.
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"Shigure-san! Breakfast!" Tohru called cheerily from the kitchen. "Shigure-san... Shigure-san? Are you there?" Concerned, Tohru stuck her head out from the door to find Yuki and Kyou sitting at the table expectantly, but no Shigure. "Ah!" she exclaimed, extremely confused. "U-um... where is Shigure-san? Doesn't he want breakfast?" Tohru glanced nervously from Yuki to Kyou and back again, who only looked at each other.
Finally, Yuki spoke. "I think he's still in his room. He's locked himself up in there since he got back from the main house yesterday."
Kyou shot Yuki a weird look. "Huh? I didn't think anything Akito could do would affect that jellyfish." Yuki shook his head. "I don't know..."
"Ah!" Tohru exclaimed. "Is he all right? Should I go get him?" She looked from Kyou to Yuki a few times before deciding, "I-I'll go get him."
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Shigure sighed. "It's my fault, after all," he murmured, running his hands down his face. He spotted a vase, and slowly walked towards it. "My flower..." he whispered. "My angel... my twisted angel." He let out a hoarse laugh, then returned to his bed and sat down again. "It's my fault..." he shook his head again.
"My..."
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Um... Shigure-san?" Tohru swallowed. "Breakfast is..." Startled, Shigure looked up at the door and let out a sigh. He was being foolish. "I'll be down in a moment," he called to the door. He heard Tohru breathe a sigh of relief, then turn back down the stairs.
Slowly, he stood up again, then turned to face the door. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped himself, and laughed again.
Then he opened the door and went to face the world.
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Alone in the darkness, Akito ran through the dark abyss of her mind. What had she been doing? What had she been thinking? And... what had she been wanting?
"Him..." she murmured, then looked up suddenly, shocked by the thought. "Why... him...?" An expression of desperate sadness crossed her face for a moment, but was as gone as quickly as it had come. "Idiots..." she hissed. "They're all idiots. Servants of God..."
She noticed that the bloodstains on the tatami mats had been cleaned up, probably by one of the maids. Angrily, she ran her finger over the place where her beautiful "death" had been. "I won't let them touch me anymore," she murmured. "I hate them. All of them."
And with that, she curled up in a corner of her futon and drifted into troubled sleep.