The Meeting
Oct. 19th, 2003 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76Nokoru is, as always, a manipulative little git. I -heart- Nokoru.
"Suoh," Nokoru said the next day, "I need you to run an errand for me, please." He held up a manila envelope. "I need this hand-delivered to Doctor Kojishima at the psychiatric ward of the hospital please, and I need you to wait for her response."
"But Rijichou--"
"Akira has a class to teach in fifteen minutes," Nokoru overrode him. "I promise I won't leave this room until you return, Suoh. I'm not about to endanger Idomu-kun as well as myself."
Suoh acquiesced, acccepting the envelope though not before giving Nokoru a look that said plainly that he was only doing this under duress. Nokoru's bright, innocent smile (a smile that set Suoh's nerves tingling, it was so associated with past "adventures" set up by an enthusiastic twelve-year-old leader) followed him out the door, along with the sound of a pen scratching across paper.
The walk to the hospital took twenty minutes even with Suoh's shortcut across one of the gardens. The scent of white roses clung to him as he walked into the building and then waited for an elevator to arrive to take him to the sixth floor. Bright brasswork gleamed his reflection back at him and he wondered how his outside could look so much like who he should have been--a tall, powerful man in a suit, someone who belonged running Clamp Campus and guarding the man who was responsible for protecting those who would save the Earth--when his inside was so different, a murderer who had betrayed his duty and abandoned his friends and family alike to pursue vengeance.
His reflection remained stoic as he boarded the ornate art deco elevator.
Doctor Kojishima was a bespectacled woman in her mid-forties. She glanced apologetically at Suoh as she opened the envelope. Her eyebrows rise a trifle as she skimmed the note that was its contents. "Hmm." She glanced again at Suoh, her gaze more assessing this time. "If you'll wait here for just a minute, Takamura-san." She left the room. Suoh did not sit, instead contemplating the Monet print on the opposite wall. It was several minutes before the doctor returned, the subtle scent of wisteria preceding her as the door open again.
Wait--wisteria?
Suoh turned to meet a pair of pale gray eyes, a spill of lavendar hair that even tied up into twin ponytails still draped slightly on the ground, and a shocked, pale expression.
"N-Nagisa-san," he stuttered.
"Suoh," Nokoru said the next day, "I need you to run an errand for me, please." He held up a manila envelope. "I need this hand-delivered to Doctor Kojishima at the psychiatric ward of the hospital please, and I need you to wait for her response."
"But Rijichou--"
"Akira has a class to teach in fifteen minutes," Nokoru overrode him. "I promise I won't leave this room until you return, Suoh. I'm not about to endanger Idomu-kun as well as myself."
Suoh acquiesced, acccepting the envelope though not before giving Nokoru a look that said plainly that he was only doing this under duress. Nokoru's bright, innocent smile (a smile that set Suoh's nerves tingling, it was so associated with past "adventures" set up by an enthusiastic twelve-year-old leader) followed him out the door, along with the sound of a pen scratching across paper.
The walk to the hospital took twenty minutes even with Suoh's shortcut across one of the gardens. The scent of white roses clung to him as he walked into the building and then waited for an elevator to arrive to take him to the sixth floor. Bright brasswork gleamed his reflection back at him and he wondered how his outside could look so much like who he should have been--a tall, powerful man in a suit, someone who belonged running Clamp Campus and guarding the man who was responsible for protecting those who would save the Earth--when his inside was so different, a murderer who had betrayed his duty and abandoned his friends and family alike to pursue vengeance.
His reflection remained stoic as he boarded the ornate art deco elevator.
Doctor Kojishima was a bespectacled woman in her mid-forties. She glanced apologetically at Suoh as she opened the envelope. Her eyebrows rise a trifle as she skimmed the note that was its contents. "Hmm." She glanced again at Suoh, her gaze more assessing this time. "If you'll wait here for just a minute, Takamura-san." She left the room. Suoh did not sit, instead contemplating the Monet print on the opposite wall. It was several minutes before the doctor returned, the subtle scent of wisteria preceding her as the door open again.
Wait--wisteria?
Suoh turned to meet a pair of pale gray eyes, a spill of lavendar hair that even tied up into twin ponytails still draped slightly on the ground, and a shocked, pale expression.
"N-Nagisa-san," he stuttered.
