Wow, I think this is my favourite fanfiction that I'm writing! I just love the Mabudatchi Trio and I'm so happy I'm finally writing my own little ficlit about them. Well, heres the second chapter! ♥
In this chapter there is mention to a few diseases and I don't intend on hitting home with any of my lovely reviewers, but I know I probably will for someone out there. Please don't review saying something like, "I have that disease and it is nothing to joke around about! (hiss)". I appologize in advance if you do not like this chapter because of what I write in it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruit's Basket. For it I did, Yuki would have opened that DARNED TIGHTLY CLOSED LID a long time ago!
Hatori tried to get his work done. He really did, but he just couldn't! It was 2:18... almost time for Ayame to arrive to give Hatori his checkup. He didn't know what to expect.
He turned his head to his shelve to examin the framed photograph of Kana. Hatori rested his head on his desk and sighed at the memory of her. The door to his office opened and Hatori's head shot up off the desk to see who was walking in.
It was Aaya. He had a very calm expression. His friend was wearing a white fitted lab coat that reached down to mid-calf. His hair was tied back in a simple loose pony-tail. He looked... (dare I say it?)... almost normal.
Aaya walked up to Hatori and shook his hand, "You must be Hatori Sohma. Thank you for waiting patently. You may call me Docter Ayame. Please wait here while I go and get you a gown to change into."
'He can't be serious.' Hatori thought to himself, 'He's not ACTUALLY going to make me wear one of thoes gowns...' If only Aaya was joking. Docter Ayame walked back into the room and handed Hatori one of the cold thin gowns.
"Aaya, I don't think--" Hatori started to protest.
"That's Docter Ayame to you. Either put it on yourself or I'll put it on you." he told him. Aaya sounded dead serious and Hatori was slightly nervous. He got up and started to undress.
Aaya sat down in the desk chair and started going through a file he made up for Hatori the night before. "It's says here that you were diagnosed with a severe case of Ebola last year. How's that going for you?" Aaya said. He smirked slightly but quickly recovered himself
Hatori couldn't help but give Aaya a discusted look. "Um... your sources must be incorrect. Thankfully I have never experienced... Ebola." He gave his friend a look saying something along the lines of "That was just morbid. Your sick Aaya. Just sick."
Aaya wrote something down on Hatori's file. "Please have a seat on that table over there and I have a few more general questions for you."
Hatori slid up onto the table and he shivered at the low temperature of it. Ayame pulled out a pair of reading glasses and set them on the bridge of his nose and walked over to where his patent sat. "It also says here that you are currently experienceing Vaginismus. Is that correct?"
Hatori scoffed at the role his friend had taken on. "Yeah Ayame. I have Vaginismus." he told him, completly sarcatsticly. He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Ah, I see. How unplesent. Another thing on this list says that you are partially blind in you left eye. Tell me how that came about." Aaya was stroking his imaginary beard.
Hatori's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe Ayame, his friend, would bring something like that up. Ayame's gaze was piercing through Hatori. He quickly stole a glance at the framed photograph he had of Kana on his shelf. He tried to think up some witty remark that his friend wouldn't expect.
"Tragic ping-pong accident." he said.
Ayame grinned and wrote something down on the file. He wipped out a thermomiter and stuck it in Hatori's mouth. Hatori sighed and waited.
The telephone rang. Hatori gave Ayame the most piercing look he could muster. It's said something like, "Don't you dare answer that phone Ayame!"
Ayame gave his patient an amused look saying something like, "I dare you to talk. I DARE you to talk..."But Hatori wouldn't talk. He knew if he did Aaya would yell at him for talking with a thermomiter in his mouth. With every step Aaya took towards the phone Hatori's glare got deeper and darker.
Ayame liked the idea of being in charge and picked up the phone. "Ayame Sohma's practice. What can I do for you?" he said into the phone.
Hatori could hear Shigure's voice on the other line. "Oh no. He the last person I wanted to call. Why of all people did SHIGURE have to call?"
"Aaya? Aaya my love, what are you doing at Hatori's? Your not cheating on me, are you!" Shigure asked in mock jelocey.
"That's Docter Ayame to you, sir. I have a patient right now so I can't talk long. What can I do for you?" Aaya said, completely staying in the character he created for himself.
"Who's the patient?" Shigure asked, completely curiousfrom the other line.
Ayame paused a moment and dropped the docter act only for a moment, "Ha'ri and I are playing docter!" he squeeled, almost quietly, into the phone. Excitement bursting from his every pore.
Shigure said something Hatori couldn't make out.
"Uh-huh!"
Shigure says something.
"Uh-huh."
Shigure says something more.
"Mhmm! Ok! Love ya! Bye!"
Ayame turned around and wearing the straightest expression. It's like Shigure hadn't even called! Ayame took the thermomiter out of Hatori's mouth and wrote something down.
Aaya brought out a stethiscope and placed it in his ears and held it up to Hatori's chest. "Take deep breaths." he said to his patient. Ayame looked straight into Hatori's eyes with a look that said something like, "I won't yell at you if you want to yell into the stethiscope. You can get me back and it'll be ok."
Hatori would never perpously hurt one of his friends for no reason or on perpous. When Ayame realized this he lowered the stethiscope and smiled slightly.
The inspection went on for about twenty minutes without anything really random or unusualle popping up. After everything Aaya did he wrote it down in the file. He'd never let Hatori catch a glance at it.
"When was the last time you took a day off?" Docter Ayame asked.
Hatori thought a moment and shrugged, "I went to my families cottege one day a while ago."
Aaya nodded and wrote something down, "I see. Do you have any friends Hatori?"
The dragon gave the snake a quizzical look, "Yes."
Aaya nodded again, continueing to write things down on the file, "Ah. And when did you last go out of your way to spend time with them?"
Hatori started to feel guilty. "Well, now for instance."
Ayame stopped writing for a moment just to steal a glance at his patient... and then went back to scribbling something down on the paper.
Eventually Ayame put Hatori's file in his file cabnite and walked over to him. "Your completely healthy aside from your Vaginismus. Here is your perscription." He said, handing a piece of paper to his friend.
Hatori shook his head in disbeliefe. "Am I done, Docter?"
Ayame paused but eventually nodded. Just two, very quick little nods. Hatori got down off of the table and blushed because his gown had stuck to his legs when he got off. Aaya snickered at the sight of him.
"I have a man coming to the shop at 4 to be fitted for an outfit and I don't want to make Mine do that all herself. I'll see you soon! Ta ta!" Aaya said, slipping back to his everyday personality.
Hatori sighed and changed out of the gown and into his work clothes. Curiosity got the best of him andhe reached into his file cabnate for the file Aaya had left him. Heopenedit up and this is whatit looked like:
(checkmark) Ebola
(two checkmarks) Vaginismus
(little star)Sortablind
(little heart)Has Friends
On the rest of the page was ascetched out drawing of a picnic scene. There was a snakedrinking tea, a dog reading a book, and a fancy looking dragon asleep with puffs of smoke comming out of his nose. The sides of Hatori's lips curved upwards slightly, showing a faint smile.
(flashback)
The Mabudatchi Trio were sitting watching the sun set on the beach, all around age 14.
Aaya shivered, "It's cold out here."
Shigure sighed, crossed his hands behind his head and lay back on the beach. "Too bad Ha'ri isn't a real dragon. Then he'd be able to make us a fire."
Hatori grimised slightly at that comment. How he hated being the seahorse. What did seahorses and dragons have to do with eachother?Nothing. Hatori picked up the broken brance beside him and took a lighter out of his pocket. He lit the branch on fire and before either of his friends noticed, he made a loud huffing sound.
When his friends looked over at him, seeing why he made that noise. From someone who hadn't seen his lighter would have concluded that Hatori had blown the fire out of his mouth, just like a dragon.
Shigure started laughing. Aaya gave Hatori a big curious smile. Hatori sat there holding the branch, liking the idea of being able to breath fire.
(end flashback)
He looked down at the perscription paper Aaya had given him.
"Spend this Saturday with Ayame and Shigure at the destination of their choice." it had said. "It doesn't look like I have any choice." he said to himself, not totally against the idea of spending the whole day with his friends.
1) Ebola: This disease can be deadly and encompasses a range of symptoms, usually including vomiting, diarrhea, general body pain, internal and external bleeding, and fever. Mortality rates are generally high, ranging from 50 - 90, with the cause of death usually due to shock or multiple organ failure. (Nothing to be worried about nowaday)
2) Vaginismus: A condition which affects a woman's ability to have sexual intercourse , insert tampons and undergo gynecological examinations.
There was a lot more that I wanted to add to this chapter but I decided that everything I wanted to add was really out of character for Hatori. I was going to write this scene where when Hatori goes to change back into his clothes Aaya runs up and grabs them from him and runs away. Then Hatori's left standing there in the gown! And then Hatori would have to go find clothes! Muahahaha! Oh well, this seemed like a good place to leave off anyways.
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