Variance

Chapter Nine

-Doctor's Orders-

Akito rushed into the hospital, going straight to the counter. "I have an emergency appointment scheduled with Doctor Sabaku." He told the receptionist.

"Of course Mr. Uchiha, you may go ahead and head on back to the regular room. Doctor Sabaku will be in there to see you in a few minutes."

"Thanks." He nodded, walking through a set of double doors and going down a few hallways until he reached the room that he always had his doctor's appointments in. Seeing that the room was empty, he went straight over to the hospital bed and sat on the edge, waiting for Satomi to come in.

Not too much later the door opened and Satomi walked in, wearing her lab coat. She had a chart in her hand and was reading over the note. "So," she began, closing the door with her foot and looking up to her patient. "What seems to be the emergency Akito?" she asked, walking up to him and setting the chart down.

"Satomi, it's terrible." He said, seeming extremely worried. "This could affect the rest of my life."

She gave him a blank stare. "Just tell me the problem Akito."

"Okay." He nodded. "So, I got up this morning, and I was feelin' pretty okay, except for my throat being a bit scratchy. But then I remembered that you told me it's usually nothing, and that all I have to do is drink some water and eat breakfast, and I should be fine." He paused in his story, and Satomi nodded, signaling for him to continue.

"But then, something happened. Something that hasn't happened in a long time." He leaned closer to her. "I coughed. Twice." He whispered, as if he wanted it to stay a secret.

"You coughed? That's why you came to see me? That's why I had to shift my entire schedule for the day?" she asked, sounding irritated.

Akito nodded. "Yes. What if I'm sick? I could have cancer, or tuberculosis, or a cold, or pneumonia-"

"I highly doubt that."

"Well will you check anyways? This could ruin my life." He asked.

Satomi hit him over the head and glared at him threateningly. "You are such a little girl Akito." She sighed, walking over to the counter and grabbing a large popsicle stick and a swab. "So, have you seen the news lately?" she asked, heading back over to him. "Your little stunt is the only thing anyone cares about these days."

"Eh," he shrugged, waving it off. He opened his mouth cooperatively as Satomi rubbed the back of his throat with the swab, holding his tongue down with the popsicle stick.

"Say ah." She ordered.

"Ah."

She took the sample for the strep test and placed the swab in a seal, capping it off. "My sister is absolutely furious with you." The elder twin sighed, walking back and placing down the tube, taking down another tool and opening his mouth. "Say ah again." He did so and she peered inside with the little light, checking his throat. It was just slightly red.

"I figured." He replied. "But I'm not sorry for what I did."

Satomi gave him a scolding look and took out a sterilized needle and prepped it. "Do you like her?"

"If I didn't like her, I wouldn't have written a song about her." He crossed his arms, looking serious.

"So you did write that for her." She actually smirked, cleaning his arm with a dab of alcohol and then finding a good vein before drawing his blood.

"Yes, I did." He sighed. "But she doesn't care. So I haven't told her."

"How do you know she doesn't care?" the doctor arched a curious brow. "From what I hear, all you've done is kiss her randomly, make snide and sarcastic comments, and forced her first orgasm with your 'magic' fingers." She rolled her eyes as she quoted her sister. "It's not like you've gone 'Hey Natsumi, I like you and I wrote this song for you. Do you want to go to dinner sometime?'"

"But I've asked her to go to dinner with me before, and she always says no. I even gave her an obvious hint that I had written the song for her, and she didn't get it. And it doesn't matter how nice I am to her, or whatever. All she ever does is say that I'm a complete jerk, and a man-whore. She even said it on live television." He said. "Whereas I have never publicly made derogatory remarks about her or her traits that I don't completely find appealing. I always tell her that I think she's beautiful, whether or not I actually say the word or just compliment how great her clothes make her ass or breasts look." He crossed his arms then. "And, I might point out, that I haven't slept with anyone since that day I gave her that orgasm with my so called 'magic fingers'." He made air quotes.

Satomi smacked him over the head again before filling another vile with the drained crimson liquid. "Akito, you have to factor in the fact that the men who pursue my sister are only after one thing. She's gorgeous, and an object of sex to the media. Why on earth would she believe you're any different?" she questioned, arching a delicate brow. "You and my brother were quiet the promiscuous players in high school. And you do have a reputation for hitting and quitting it. You were even famous for never being tied down to a woman."

The pink haired woman wrote a few things down on his chart and walked over to the door, calling a nurse over and giving her the blood and saliva. "Get this tested for strep and everything else." She ordered and returned back to him. "Besides, all good things come to those who wait."

"I guess." He sighed. "But you know I'm not very good with expressing how I feel." He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the ebony locks.

"So? What makes you think that ordinary means would be the way to get what you really want?"

He groaned, falling back on the hospital bed. "She's going to make it difficult. I just know she is." He complained. Then he sat up suddenly. "Wait," he held up a finger, "I just have to look at this as a challenge. If I do that, my chances of going insane will lessen significantly." He nodded.

"Why don't you just tell her you wrote that song for her?" she asked, shrugging as she sat down next to him on the bed.

"I could do that. And get her flowers or something." He said, rubbing his chin. "I dunno, I'll plan it all out for when I see her on Monday." Then he looked at the pink haired doctor. "So, how are things with you and Kyo?" he asked, giving her a sly look. "I hear he came up here and serenaded you. Quite eloquently, I might add."

She glanced at him and rolled her eyes, letting out a long sigh. "He's weird. And obviously doesn't understand what 'no' means."

"Nah, he just really likes you." He told her, getting up from the bed. "A little advice to the wise doctor. Give Kyo a shot. Once he calms down a bit and his initial excitement wears off, he's a pretty mellow guy to be around. He's just not as good with women as I am." He smirked.

"Yeah," she smirked, giving him a knowing look. "You are so good with women. What's the longest actual relationship you've ever had?"

"…Three days."

She shook her head and held up a pointed finger. "Oh no, you can't round up."

He gave her an exasperated look. "Fine. Two days, seventeen hours, and thirty-five minutes. Big deal."

"Exactly." She said, appearing pleased. "Well I will consider Kyo if you suck up your damn pride and stop being a douche to my sister."

"I'll take that deal." He smiled slightly, holding his hand out. They shook then, and he nodded as he headed for the door. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice. Call me as soon as you get those lab results back."

She waved after him and got up as well. "Alright." she said and then he left. She wrote in his chart and closed it, walking back out into the hall and handing her nurse the large file. "I'm off to lunch." She said, removing her lab coat. "It might be a while, I'm meeting my sister."

The blonde woman nodded. "Yes ma'am. See you when you return. You have a surgery case at three." She reminded.

"I know. Thanks." She nodded and walked off. She headed over to hers and her sister's favorite restaurant and arrived, giving the keys to her BMW to the valet. Satomi walked up to the host and told him who she was, and he look more than excited to show her to the table her sister was already seated at.

"Hey." The younger twin smiled upon seeing her elder. Satomi sat down and returned the smile as well, taking a sip of the water that was already on the table.

"How are you?"

Natsumi shrugged. "Okay I suppose. I've been attacked by the paparazzi almost everywhere I go, and it's more so than usual. It really sucks though, that I can handle. But I think I'm being followed." She frowned.

Satomi got a worried look. "Another stalker?"

The short haired woman shook her head. "No, I'm pretty sure it's all Akito's devoted fangirls. And I've gotten so much hate mail. It's very…trying. I've never been told such horrible things before, and we're not even together, but no one will believe me."

"Well," Satomi paused, glancing up when the waiter came and practically gushed over the two. He took their orders before hurrying off, because Satomi was sending him a shooing glare. "Have you ever thought of just maybe attempting to see what it would be like to have a relationship with Akito?"

Natsumi laughed, almost choking on her water. "Are you kidding? No way. He's a jerk, and he just does things because he feels like it or thinks it would be funny. As long as it's of no consequence to him, he doesn't care who it hurts."

The elder twin frowned and sighed. "But you like him…don't you. I mean, you did kiss him…extensively."

"Whatever. He's hot. Why wouldn't I want to kiss him?" Natsumi asked, taking her own drink and sipping at it.

Satomi shrugged, "Because you really do find him interesting. I mean, you guys did spend a whole day together. And you've even hung out with him on purpose, and he's teaching you about music. I don't understand why you can't just try. I mean, then you won't have to deal with the upset with people lying. That way it's all true, and you can be affectionate with him in public."

"Look who's talking." Natsumi rolled her eyes. "You won't even give Kyo the time of day and he's great! He's funny and nice, and he likes you so much. He talks about you all the time, and how pretty he thinks you are and how smart."

The other woman blinked, actually looking surprised. "He said that?"

Her sister nodded. "Yeah. All the time. But he's sad because he thinks he isn't good enough for you. But I think you would really like him if you just gave him a chance and looked past the fact you think he's a delinquent cause' he's in a band."

Satomi smirked then, giving Natsumi a knowing stare. The younger woman blinked and then went wide eyed. "Oh no, no, no. It's not the same."

"Yes it is."

"Is not."

"Is so."

"Is not!" Natsumi huffed.

"Is so." Satomi sang, looking deviously beautiful. "How about we make a deal?" the elder smirked, feeling oh so sly and witty.

"…What?"

"I'll give Kyo a chance, so long as you give Akito a chance." Satomi proposed.

"Really?" Natsumi smiled, but then frowned at her own end. They stared each other down, not even paying any mind to the waiter as he brought their food. "Fine." She growled, picking up her fork and beginning to eat.

Satomi looked extremely pleased and did the same. And so their lunch continued, both talking about their days and lives, and catching up as they usually did every couple of days.