AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well here is another chapter I was on a roll! However please tell me if there are things that make absolutely no sense, I may have been writing on an empty stomach.
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~You're not a person you're a disease~
She asked for him tonight, when he knew that she was perfectly healthy. He walked down the halls in his socks, with his white doctor coat still on. He slid open the door without knocking, he had been there so many times before. He stood by the window, wearing a red men's kimono. It revealed the back of his neck and a small portion of his back, he shouldn't be wearing it so loosely . . . he slowly turned to him, cocking his head to the side while a grin climbed up his face below challenging eyes. Abruptly, he sat up on the window ledge allowing the garment to slide up his leg, revealing more of his pale skin. His whole demeanor alarmed Hatori, and yet he stood like a stone. Akito leaned against the side of the open window frame tilting his head back and releasing a long sigh. Hatori took a few steps forward until he was standing at the window, not close enough to touch. He asked what was wrong and his head snapped down to glare at him with fierce intensity. Was he not good enough to tempt him?
She made a lovely sight under the moonlight, her clothing appeared to be like liquid that could drip off of her in any moment, and all of it sickened him. He crossed his arms over his chest and replied in a soft murmur, he was her doctor and nothing more. Then he should fix her! Make her feel good! She launched herself at him and he had to catch her, he could not let her injure herself. When she felt his arms instinctively move to support her, she wrapped her own arms around his neck and clung to him. Please, she said, please, please make love to me. He turned his head and softly kissed her cheek quieting her immediately. He kissed her other cheek, her forehead, her nose, then her neck and shoulder. Never, he thought, Never.
The next morning, he got up and left him under the covers. As he slid the door shut behind him he put a hand to his forehead. He had not betrayed Kana; he had not betrayed either of them. He shook his head, how could a woman be so heartless? This world never ceased to amaze him. He turned and made his way back to his office, with his white coat draped over his arm. He sat in his black chair, and gazed at the picture on his desk, of the only woman who ever mattered to him. Kana, what would she think? He suddenly heard her voice his head, I'm so glad to have met you, and even happier to have fallen in love with you! Kana is so kind, so dear, she would understand. As a doctor it was his job to fight illness, and it seemed that he might have caught something. He- She was a part of him, a sickness that very well might kill him.
Shigure was right, in some ways, when he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and whispered in jest, here comes your nemesis. He stared at Shigure in question, why did he seem calmer than ever whenever she came into a room, while everyone else looked as if they had just been shocked? A spring breeze whistled through the window ruffling his hair. Oh . . . he wanted to hit him.
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Second Author's Note: Hatori knows that Akito is a girl; he just doesn't like to think of her that way. I hope was able to convey that properly. Thank you for reading!
