DSOAS6
OMFG... I AM SO SORRY!!! I have been sitting on this chapter for forever. I thought I posted it! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!
Shigure: Slaps
Dazed. Oh...Whoa. Sorry 'bout that.
Shigure: No worries! It was fun.
Ok... Anyways... on with the story.
Mine was severely worried about her boss.
She knew Shigure and that nice doctor fellow thought Ayame had gotten over whatever bad patch he'd been through, but she knew better. She knew better than even his own brother. He didn't tell her anything, of course, but she was a woman. Women, especially women like her, had a radar for angst. Hers had gone off the instant she'd seen her employer's flamboyant act. People like Aya got more and more cheerful as the depression quotient rose. The more depressed they were, the more desperate to keep it a secret.
And she'd never seen him quite so bright.
And then of course there were the 'boo-boos'. Mine wasn't quite sure exactly how you got a half-dozen perfectly straight paper thin cuts of roughly the same size and orientation running down your arm in even intervals making miso soup. The one on his hand she could believe. But the ones on his arm? You had to try pretty hard to accidentally cut yourself way up there. But she didn't say anything. It wasn't her place. And besides, she'd had a couple of those kinds of accidents herself. She wasn't in any position to judge.
But if they got any worse…
If they looked like they might be doing serious damage…
If even just ONE left a permanent scar on Ayame's lovely skin…
God himself wouldn't be able to make her shut up.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Shrick.
Plip.
Plip.
Plip.
Ayame sighed happily, letting his head fall back against the wall. Yes indeed, bathrooms were much better places to do this in than living rooms. Less clean-up.
Really, what could have been better? A nice, hot bath. A bottle of straight vodka on the counter. A razor blade between his fingers. The hot blood running down his milky arm and staining the water…
Green?
What the hell?
Hatori froze, pen in hand, as the phone rang for the fifty millionth time. He slowly released his death grip on the poor utensil and brought the phone to his ear.
"What is it?" He half growled through gritted teeth.
"Ha-san! You're smart, right?"
"… Yes, Aya. So I would hope."
"You know stuff, right?"
"Does this conversation have a point, or are you just trying to annoy me?"
"Geez. Testy much?"
"Point, Ayame."
"Ok, ok, ok. Enough already. I just wanted to know if having your blood turn water green was something really, really bad or not. Nothing important. No big deal."
"…"
"So… Is it ok?"
"I think you should come and see me. I want to talk to you."
"No changing the subject. Tell me, Doctor, am I a goner?"
"It's fine. Small amounts of blood offset the water's refraction index just enough to… Ayame, what's wrong? Why do you want to know?"
"I told you, it's nothing! The razor bit me when I was removing the unsightly fuzz from my lovely legs, and the water went all… Green. I was curious, that's all."
"…Shaving your legs? You cut yourself shaving your legs?"
"Come on, Hatori. Don't tell me you're surprised! This is me, after all. There is a reason they didn't name me Grace."
"Ayame, you're a guy. And don't try and pull any of this 'how do you know' shit. I know."
"So what? Guys can shave their legs too. This conversation bores me, Hatori. I'm hanging up on you now."
"Ayame, wait! I still want to talk to-"
Cathunk.
"Hello?"
"Ayame?"
"Are you there?"
A/N: Ok… about this little convo… It was late, I had coffee, and it was way too entertaining. Firstly, don't try and tell me you can't see Aya shaving his legs. The Aya in my brain is more of a girly girl than I am. And of course, there is the slight tendency towards masochism becoming ever more obvious as time goes on. But yes… If none of this makes any sense, it's because I am having extreme difficulty seeing which flipping key I am typing and I'm not even certain what story I'm on right now so I guess I'm going to go to bed now before I get the L key imprinted on my forehead again.
Night night.
A/N#2: Ok... It is no longer an unsightly hour of the morning. And I am now realizing that the vast majority of people have NO IDEA what I'm talking about with the water turning green. And here is the reason why.
It isn't blood that does it. It's just my tub.
So very sorry to everyone. But... the entire premise of this chapter is based on that little misconception of mine. So I shall not correct myself.
With love, Jiia