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Somewhere in the summer garden	By : rafusen Category: +. to F > Fushigi Yuugi Views: 2586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Gomen ne , we�re continuing on with the story now!!! ^^ Hopefully, Chiri-chan will learn to keep his sudden violent urges to himself from now on�But! For warnings, language, some mature themes�no torture yet ^^� You know�the perfect music for writing fics is Vivaldi. ^^ *grin* Really!! Try it!! Right now listening to Bassoon concerto �La notte��.it�s so nice!!!!

Disrupting the imminent stillness of the gentle dawn, something like a myriad of humming bees in the catacombs, as we continued our informal and somewhat hazy procession into the Mess Hall. Shockingly loud, but not as perturbing as the silence that seemed to lurk consistently within the dingy hallways, I found myself to be rather stunned at the massive amounts of energy and wordless, entangled voices.

Crowded with men of all ages and types, all wildly expressive in countenance or completely subdued, less gray than I had at first imagined, chattering away as they took sup without hesitation or much notice of our unexpected entrance.

Tamahome seems to enjoy this type of atmosphere to the ones we were previously subjected to. He grins, wide and beaming as rays from the early sun in the sky, making his way gingerly through the multi of of entsents, smiling friendly hellos and distributing medication with care. The men gaze at him as if he is some unknown savior, grasping at him as one might a god passing through the realm of mere mortal man, greeting him formally and gawking. I simply lean against the corner of a peeling wall, near a small barred window, observing all. It is the most n don do, it is all I can do�after all, I suppose it would be unfair to steal away even the smallest twinkling of light from the star of the show.

- Oi, Tamahome!! I been looking� for ya! A outrageously beautiful young man, perhaps no older than nineteen, rises from his chair in a rather sensual manner, his lithe body seemingly swaying in a sweet unheard rhythm as he approaches Tamahome unabashedly, throwing his arms around his neck in a impulsive embrace.

- Ah, Tasuki, eyebrows knitted in frustration , You really shouldn�t do that so much, it freaks me out.

The boy cocks his head, releasing his temporary prisoner, soft red hair falling to one side ingeniously with his swift movement. I cannot help but catch my breath at his absolutely astonishing features; one could only say he resembled some modern day Ganymede of legend. His bronzed skin gleams in the iridescent sunlight pouring through the shafts between the iron bars, reflecting shamelessly off into amber-colored almond eyes, wide yet narrow at the corners�he appears somewhat Japanese, but I am also quite certain he must be of mixed descent. He smirks noticeably at Tamahome�s scolding, shrugging it off effortlessly, smiling at his fellow inmates, the glint of smallish incisors playing at the corners of his soft pink mouth. It�s wrong of me, and yet I come to thinking about how can anything this lovely�be here? Isn�t this a place designated for the deformed of society? Whether in mind or countenance, should something like this boy be permitted in such an existence?

But�.perhaps there is a deeper reasoning, one my own feeble mind does not yet grasp. I suppose I shall find out soon enough.

- Here you go, Tas, handing him a cup loaded with more medicines than the eye can decipher, and he downs them all, sans water, assorted colored capsules all disappearing down that lovely and lofty throat with the slightest hint of discomfort.

�Which makes me wonder how long he�s been here, after all. I shift my gaze towards the trees bending gently in the warm summer breeze outside the window, fingering my pencil abstractedly. Is this what Tamahome had meant earlier, when he--

- You must be the new doctor, eh? An eyebrow raised in query, the miniature god strolls over languidly, smiling seductively unknowingly or not, We�ve been hearin� about ya, winking. A few others are now staring blatantly in my direction as well.

- Why yes. I�m still in training, I�m afraid.

- Why ya afraid? He laughs childishly, We don� bite. We-ell�I�ve been known to�but it ain�t ta hurt, if ya get my drift, leaning close, nudging me with his shoulder softly. This causes quite a riotous outburst of deranged laughter from our various audience, including Tamahome, who pushes Tasuki gently aside.

- Don�t mind him, that�s just�well, this is Tasuki.

- Good to know ya. Bowing steeply, he glances up at me, a shyly seductive smile surfacing as his lovely honey eyes meet my own�

Eyes�I know that color, don�t I�

- It will be a pleasure to get to know all of you, I reply somewhat genially, and this is how I truly feel, despite the churning in my stomach, despite the terror resonating through my very soul at being amongst them, for there is another feeling, one of genuine delight, dancing up the the bottom of my heart�

Suddenly immersed in a swarm of bodies and friendly faces, grasping at my hands and bowing respectfully, introductions whirling around in my ears, I feel quite, and for the first time, content, the final shreds of anxiety dissipating with the morning.

Tamahome is leading me out, by the hands, smiling to himself in satisfaction. He must truly believe�I will be able to help these men�.and I do�I want to help them, it is my only desire�

Is it? What did you come here for? What did you hope to find? What�s breaking your heart?

- That Tasuki�s really something. You�d better look out for him. He�s been here for over a year and is always getting me in trouble. He pouts noticeably, then: He seems pretty nice, but�he can be really weird. I haven�t read his files, after all, it�s off limits for the nurses to get into the headmaster�s stuff, but�

He hesitates deliciously. He knows I want to hear more, and he can�t resist teasing. Well, I heard he�s manic-depressive�but�well, I also heard he�s totally nuts.

- Aren�t they all? I muse, my eyes wandering heavenward, to a ceiling riddled with cracks and scars�

- Well, no! He argues, Not all of them. But he definitely is�He thinks he�s�invincible�or something�And he does things�Glancing up quickly, Well, you�ll find out. He�s bad to the bone, man.

Passing into the Main Hall, I notice a few random patients seated in chairs, staring dully out the windows, or at each other, muttering to themselves, amongst themselves. Tamahome returns the tray to the cabinet behind the glass, motioning for me to stay as I am.

- Look, I�ll go find Soi. She should be back by now, especially if she�s to be training you today. It�s just basics, so I don�t know what she�s acting like such a bitch for. He clears his throat, then, turning to me, he puts his hands on my shoulder, waveringly.

- I�catches his breath, This is good. I feel happy. I know you�re going to do good here. I know it. I feel it�I feel like you�and I�well�he looks away, retrieving his hand, Well, never mind! A cheery smile, I�ll be right back, just cool out for a bit, �kay? He walks briskly away, head bent in thought, perhaps. I seat myself next to a small, pallid man who appears to be sleeping, glancing briefly in his direction before something shocking catches my eye.

A woman.

Sitting on the ri the the window, gazing out silently, hand pressed gently against the glass, curling and uncurling, lissome frame hunched somewhat, longish, black-purple hair hiding her facial features from view. I notice this, however: tears, sliding smoothly down a marble-white neck in a steady flow, and soft sobs shaking the tiny and graceful body. I find my curiosity insatiable as women aren�t permitted on premises (unless, of course, they are relatives under visitation, or employees), and standing, I walk over slowly, cautiously, placing a hand on the little girl�s shoulder.

She barely makes the effort to glance up at me, gorgeous eyes filled with unmistakable tears of anguish, streaked down cheeks rosy from weeping, eyelashes caked together from the salty water flecked throughout. There is an distinctive familiarity about this moment, captured in a single frame of my mind, the sadness of her expression, the shine of her dark hair against the noonday sun�

I knew I�d find you here, in some form. I knew you�d come.

- What�s wrong?

Leaning away from my grasp slightly, she sighs.

- Oh, nothing. It�s all right.

- an�tan�t be all right. You�re clearly upset.

- I�just get this way, sometimes�a weak, watery smile immerges, �I�haven�t seen you before�Eyeing my uniform, An intern?

- Well, yes. I just arrived here yesterday.

- Oh? A heavy exhalation, she brings up her knees to her chin, wiping her tears away absentmindedly. You must be terrified. I was.

- Was?

- When my parents brought me here�she stares into nothing, looking past me, tears threatening to overcome her once again, without fail.

- I admit, I was a little afraid. But mostly because�it was new. I feel all right now. Attempting to smile warmly, I brush away a small tear trailing lightly down the curve of her jaw. Please don�t cry.

- I told you, I can�t help it. They just keep coming out, no matter what.

- Do you want to tell me about it?

Raising a suspicious eyebrow, and a rather well-defined one, I may add, she finally smiles, although somewhat wickedly.

- You sound like Headmaster. In all his glory.

- Oh! Well, I�I didn�t mean to�I suppose I must look intolerably confused, because she giggles, a slight tinkling sound, like tiny bells in the wind.

- Well, at least I made you laugh, right?

- Hmmmm�no, you�re definitely not like Headmaster, then. Grinning, playing with the ends of her long, loose hair, You know, you could get in trouble for talking to me like this.

- Really?

- For treating me so nicely, that is. Looking down at her knees shrouded in pale beige material, eyelashes grazing her cheekbones as they flutter, stirring something within me�some memory�

Why�why does this seem�so �familiar? What is this�

- Well, what�s wrong with that?

- I�m not�choking back sobs, suddenly and harshly, �I�m not�normal�you know�.nobody is, but�

- That�s right. No one is. Can I tell youecreecret? I place my own large, callous hand over her very small, slender one, which appears to startle her immeasurably, then please her all the same, a small, winsome smile spreading across those lovely feminine features. My heart is pounding recklessly in my chest, and�it seems, it seems this has happened a million times, this moment I am creating with this individual, this lovely, disturbed creature�

- After all, it�s just a setting on the washing machine, this concept �normal�.

Her eyes go wide, staring, mouthing the words I just relayed, then a genuine smile, free of pain, free of darkness, and a mirthful little laugh, cheeks blushing softly with pleasure.

- You�re�right. It�s true. Who the hell is normal, anyway? Laughing again, gently touching my shoulder, feels like a thousand sparks flying as we touch�.

- My name is Nuriko. What�s yours?

- Ah�Mitsukake.

- Well, then, Mitsukake�extending a supple hand to grasp my own, It�s nice to meet you. I hope we�ll be able to talk more again. She nods towards the right, and I now notice Soi strolling at a leisurely pace into her sectioned off area, sipping on some beverage from a straw protruding from an oversized plastic cup.

- Don�t forget me, she says, turning away, coy. There are so many here. Don�t forget me.

- I won�t�how could I? I feel a true smile cross my visage, an untainted happiness�an elation I haven�t felt since�since�

- I suppose Tamahome just farted around like he always does, ne? Soi�s eyes are belittling and narrow with hatred, speaking his name with undetermined rancor. Well, we haven�t got all day, you know. Hurry up and get in here. She slaps some mysterious paper work down her desk, thumbing through it briefly before casting me a withering glance.

- Headmaster has requested that you feel free to study the patient files.

- Oh.

- What that means is you�d better do it. He wants you to, it�s more like an order, do you know what I�m talking about? Her eyes squint menacingly.

- Yes, yes. I�ll be sure to start on my research as soon as possible.

- And don�t get too friendly with the patients. It�s one thing to feel sorry for them, but�a distant expression, foreign to her countenance as of yet, slowly stretches over her face, �but don�t get close.

- I�ll try to be more obedient in the future. She looks bewildered, almost as if she believes I�m mocking her, then turns back to her desk.

- File work, first. Then we�ll see about diagnoses charts. All right?

- Thank you ma�am. She snorts and promptly sets me to work on an overflowing file drawer.

*
Collapsing onto my futon, releasing an exhausted sigh, I feel my muscles finally relaxing, almost painfully, against the stiffly soft mattress. The day never seemed to end, and the work given to me, though meaningless and trifling, was terribly draining. I suppose that�s how it always is with menial work; I had expected to do something a little more mentally exerting, but found my assumptions had little to do with what the head nurse thought was best.

Rolling over, holding tight my pillow, I feel sleep covering me like a wave, passionless and tireless , interweaving reality with dreams�.I am vaguely aware of Tamahome�s presence turning out the light, gently smoothing his hand over my face�

Don�t leave me , al, alone.

Don�t forget me�don�t forget�

How could I forget? Ho could I ever forget?

You haunt me ever.

And dreams�endless eternities lasting only moments but extending into forever�

I see her face, streaked with tears�blood�

His eyee wie wild, filled with agony, with honey�

Midnight k hak hair filling my vision, and yet this part isn�t a dream, a warm person lying close to me, as if seeking protection from the unknown horrors of night�.

What will become of me?

What will become of them?

Chiri: I thought you said I got a part in this chapter no da!!!

Well, sorry. ^^

Chiri: You�re sorry!!! I�m sorry, sorry you�re so mean na no da.

Tas: *wink* But I gotta part!!! Nyoo-hoo-hoo�.

Chiri: *swack* I hates you no da, I really do.

Tas: Brat.

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