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generaljanuaryAaw ^^ just watched 'The Terminal' with Tom Hanks and the lovely Catherine Zeta-Jones. Awesome flick. I recommand.
Today, June 21 2005, I, Fannie D., officially finished High School!!!!!!!!!! Two last exams, Easy Maths and Moral, before I left 'La Camaradière' for good!! Still can't believe I'm going to St-Lawrence next year! *bounces* I'm on holiday! And prom is in exactly a week. But our educational system here in Quebec won't let us have our diploma before, like, august or something. *rolls eyes*. To begin with, I think I should precise that High school here, in Quebec is not like in the US or in English Canada. Elementary school is called Primary school. From kinder garden to grade 6, from 5 to 12. Then, there's Secondary school (High school). Secondary 1,2,3,4 and finally 5. from 12 to 17. Then Cegep (college) that last 2 years for a pre-universitary course or 3 years for a techniques. Or you cna also choose a DEP, but I have actually no Idea what is the american/english canadian equivalent of DEP. it's after High school but you learn a constructive job like sewing or cooking, anyway. Then after there's University (But not if you did a DEP or a Technique) So I have no Idea what is 9th grade or Sophomore or Junior High. lol. What I know is that I'm going to college in automn! *dances*
Oh and I think it's my duty to announce to the world that Sabrosa has decided NOT to disontinue the wonderful story Oak Tree. Yay!
Aaaaaand, speaking of original stories, guess who kicked her own rear head and decided to update???? Meeeee^^
So here comes *drum roll* ...... Take Me Back To The Start chap. 5!!!!
Title: Take Me Back to the Start
Take Me Back to the Start
Chapter 5
Slave to the Wage
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That morning, Keiichi woke up with his head feeling like it had had a ton of bricks falling on it. Groaning, he sat up in bed and regretted the move a second later as he felt a powerful lurch seize his body and he quickly ran to the washroom to empty the content of his stomach into the toilet with pitiful moans and groans.
“Note to self,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Apricot Brandy may tastes like juice, but you can’t drink it as such... urgh...”
He groaned and patted his sweaty forehead with a white towel. He must’ve been out of his head when he agreed to go out to have ‘a few drinks’ with his older brother.
“You are so gonna get it next time I see you, Yukito” he spoke to his reflection in the mirror above the sink, glaring at the stubles on his chin. “Getting your own little brother drunk on a week day, what a shame. Who has ever heard of a hungover doctor?”
He growled and slid the boxer shorts he had slept in down his thin legs. Entangling his ankles in them, he defied gravity and managed not to stumble and fall face first on the cold tile floor. Shivering, he stepped in the shower and felt himself relax when the warm water touched his pale skin. With a sigh he lathered some shapoo in his hair, wondering what kind of rumours would be running around about him by the end of the day. ‘It seems like Doctor Ikari got fed up with coffee and has become an alcoholic slump!’. He groaned. Yay, another wonderful work day.
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When Hikaru saw Keiichi walk in, she stiffled a laughter.
“Had a slight disagreement with your razor this morning, Keiichi?”
He glared at her.
“More like three disagreements.” He grumbled, pointing to his chin and cheeks where surely three bits of tissue covered the cuts he’d accidentally caused while shaving.
“Mister party animal stayed up all night, courting the ladies?” she arqued an eyebrow, amused.
“Shush, you know I’m not like that.” He whispered harshly.
Hikaru looked down and sighed.
“I seriously don’t know how you can forget about things like that!” he added, redening. “I have to go, Omura-sama is starting her shift soon” he finaly said, hoping to lighten the mood.
When Hikaru still refused to raise her eyes to meet his, Keiichi left, wondering how he’d make it through the day.
Left alone, the nurse smiled fondly, looking at the coffee machine.
“How could I ever forget?” She paused and sighed. “...baka.(1).”
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White blouses.
White sheets.
White beds.
White bandages.
White walls.
White lights.
White, white, white, white.
‘How the hell am I supposed to =not= have a headache’ Keiichi thought, putting the pencil he was writting with down on his desk to massage his temples.
This stupid day seemed endless. Paper work and check ups and coffee. And more paper work and more check ups and more coffee. And Iku. Darn Iku.
“Are you alright, doctor?”
“You seem a bit pale!”
“Tee hee! A sick doctor!”
“Are you feeling well, Ikari-san?”
“Another coffee! Already?”
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
Keiichi Ikari was by no mean a violent person, but but sometimes... sometimes... sometimes an over-excited young nurse was too much too handle for a poor hungover coffee addict doctor.
With no warning, his office door burst open and Iku stepped in.
“I was wondering if I might be of any assistance to Doctor Ikari!” said the short-haired nurse, smiling brighly.
Groaning, he banged his aching head against his desktop, to the young woman’s dismay.
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“Aah! Ikari! The man I was looking for!”
Keiichi cringed as he recognized is boss’ deep toned voice. Straightening his stance he turned around and smiled nervously, facing his bald, overweight, profusely sweating boss.
“Hello, sir.”
Well of course things like that always had to happen to =him=. Couldn’t he just keep on going on his merry way to the already abused coffee machine? No. No, of course not. He was Dr. Bad Luck. Dr. It's-possibly-the-worst-day-of-my-life-so-of-course-the-boss-has-to-have-a-talk-with-me.
Hiding his annoyance behind a twitch of his right eye, he waited for his boss to start the conversation.
“I’ve been made aware that the social services were to send someone to take care of patient 1919J21's case. I believe this patient is right now under your-”
“You mean Shuji?”
“Who?”
“Shuji. Otherwise known as patient #1919J21. Patients are more than matricules and diagnotics. They are human beings. They have names. They have feelings.”
…
Keiichi truly wished he had the courage to speak like this to his superior. To him, being a doctor meant so much more than what it seemed to mean to most of his colleagues. Perhaps it was just him being over-sentimental again.
"Nevermind, sir." He said, a bit dejectedly
The older man arqued an eyebrow.
"Well anyway, Ikari, he's your patient so expect the social services to come and get him this week. They were already a bit miffled that you couldn't be there when they first came to open his file. Do try your best to make a good impression. You know things have been strenuous with them since case #PQ0913."
They were taking him away? So soon? Who had agreed to this?
"Don't look so puzzled, you signed the papers yourself the day after his admission. Cases like this are not rare, Ikari. You knew he'd be back on his feet in a few weeks."
Keiichi, you're such a moron.
"And may I stress again how important it is that you make them forget about PQ0913?"
Such an imbecile…
"…Erh yeah, PQ0913, of course…"
The bald man smiled, his small black eyes practically disapearing behind the crinkles of his skin.
"I knew you'd understand, Ikari." He said, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.
Keiichi found himself following the retreating man's back as he went.
"Excuse me while I go name Omura-sama employee of the month, Ikari, Muahaha." He grumbled under his breath.
His headache seemed to think it was a nice moment to remind him of its presence. Keiichi walked slowly towrd the coffee machine, rubbing his temples.
"Owie…"
Right now, he'd rather not even question his hesitation at letting his mysterious young patient out of his sight.
'must…not… get…attached… to… the…patients…'
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(1)Baka: Japanese for idiot.
After such a long wait, I’m coming to you with a short and rather boring chapter u.u ;;;; demoooooooo ; it was essential for the development of the story. I swear. It’s episodic, just like when you remember a day. I woke up. I talked with Hikaru. Iku Annoyed me. My boss talked to me. By the way, I know the scene with Hikaru seems a little off, but trust me, it is not rushed or anything, it is just how things are. I promise muchos developments in the next chapter. I'm starting to work on it right now. I promise a chapter or two before I start college.
The chapter title is a Placebo song. The overall feel of the chapter felt a bit like the video to that song… exept that Keiichi does not fly off in a rocket at the end… erh ^^;;;
Fandom:Original
Rating:PG
Summary:A young man is hit by a car and brought to the hospital. The diagnostic falls: he's suffering of amnesia. It's up to his doctor, Keiichi Ikari to take care of him.
Warning: Slash
Archieve: Franny Moon @ FictionPress
Today, June 21 2005, I, Fannie D., officially finished High School!!!!!!!!!! Two last exams, Easy Maths and Moral, before I left 'La Camaradière' for good!! Still can't believe I'm going to St-Lawrence next year! *bounces* I'm on holiday! And prom is in exactly a week. But our educational system here in Quebec won't let us have our diploma before, like, august or something. *rolls eyes*. To begin with, I think I should precise that High school here, in Quebec is not like in the US or in English Canada. Elementary school is called Primary school. From kinder garden to grade 6, from 5 to 12. Then, there's Secondary school (High school). Secondary 1,2,3,4 and finally 5. from 12 to 17. Then Cegep (college) that last 2 years for a pre-universitary course or 3 years for a techniques. Or you cna also choose a DEP, but I have actually no Idea what is the american/english canadian equivalent of DEP. it's after High school but you learn a constructive job like sewing or cooking, anyway. Then after there's University (But not if you did a DEP or a Technique) So I have no Idea what is 9th grade or Sophomore or Junior High. lol. What I know is that I'm going to college in automn! *dances*
Oh and I think it's my duty to announce to the world that Sabrosa has decided NOT to disontinue the wonderful story Oak Tree. Yay!
Aaaaaand, speaking of original stories, guess who kicked her own rear head and decided to update???? Meeeee^^
So here comes *drum roll* ...... Take Me Back To The Start chap. 5!!!!
Title: Take Me Back to the Start
Take Me Back to the Start
Chapter 5
Slave to the Wage
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
That morning, Keiichi woke up with his head feeling like it had had a ton of bricks falling on it. Groaning, he sat up in bed and regretted the move a second later as he felt a powerful lurch seize his body and he quickly ran to the washroom to empty the content of his stomach into the toilet with pitiful moans and groans.
“Note to self,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Apricot Brandy may tastes like juice, but you can’t drink it as such... urgh...”
He groaned and patted his sweaty forehead with a white towel. He must’ve been out of his head when he agreed to go out to have ‘a few drinks’ with his older brother.
“You are so gonna get it next time I see you, Yukito” he spoke to his reflection in the mirror above the sink, glaring at the stubles on his chin. “Getting your own little brother drunk on a week day, what a shame. Who has ever heard of a hungover doctor?”
He growled and slid the boxer shorts he had slept in down his thin legs. Entangling his ankles in them, he defied gravity and managed not to stumble and fall face first on the cold tile floor. Shivering, he stepped in the shower and felt himself relax when the warm water touched his pale skin. With a sigh he lathered some shapoo in his hair, wondering what kind of rumours would be running around about him by the end of the day. ‘It seems like Doctor Ikari got fed up with coffee and has become an alcoholic slump!’. He groaned. Yay, another wonderful work day.
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
When Hikaru saw Keiichi walk in, she stiffled a laughter.
“Had a slight disagreement with your razor this morning, Keiichi?”
He glared at her.
“More like three disagreements.” He grumbled, pointing to his chin and cheeks where surely three bits of tissue covered the cuts he’d accidentally caused while shaving.
“Mister party animal stayed up all night, courting the ladies?” she arqued an eyebrow, amused.
“Shush, you know I’m not like that.” He whispered harshly.
Hikaru looked down and sighed.
“I seriously don’t know how you can forget about things like that!” he added, redening. “I have to go, Omura-sama is starting her shift soon” he finaly said, hoping to lighten the mood.
When Hikaru still refused to raise her eyes to meet his, Keiichi left, wondering how he’d make it through the day.
Left alone, the nurse smiled fondly, looking at the coffee machine.
“How could I ever forget?” She paused and sighed. “...baka.(1).”
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
White blouses.
White sheets.
White beds.
White bandages.
White walls.
White lights.
White, white, white, white.
‘How the hell am I supposed to =not= have a headache’ Keiichi thought, putting the pencil he was writting with down on his desk to massage his temples.
This stupid day seemed endless. Paper work and check ups and coffee. And more paper work and more check ups and more coffee. And Iku. Darn Iku.
“Are you alright, doctor?”
“You seem a bit pale!”
“Tee hee! A sick doctor!”
“Are you feeling well, Ikari-san?”
“Another coffee! Already?”
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?”
Keiichi Ikari was by no mean a violent person, but but sometimes... sometimes... sometimes an over-excited young nurse was too much too handle for a poor hungover coffee addict doctor.
With no warning, his office door burst open and Iku stepped in.
“I was wondering if I might be of any assistance to Doctor Ikari!” said the short-haired nurse, smiling brighly.
Groaning, he banged his aching head against his desktop, to the young woman’s dismay.
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
“Aah! Ikari! The man I was looking for!”
Keiichi cringed as he recognized is boss’ deep toned voice. Straightening his stance he turned around and smiled nervously, facing his bald, overweight, profusely sweating boss.
“Hello, sir.”
Well of course things like that always had to happen to =him=. Couldn’t he just keep on going on his merry way to the already abused coffee machine? No. No, of course not. He was Dr. Bad Luck. Dr. It's-possibly-the-worst-day-of-my-life-so-of-course-the-boss-has-to-have-a-talk-with-me.
Hiding his annoyance behind a twitch of his right eye, he waited for his boss to start the conversation.
“I’ve been made aware that the social services were to send someone to take care of patient 1919J21's case. I believe this patient is right now under your-”
“You mean Shuji?”
“Who?”
“Shuji. Otherwise known as patient #1919J21. Patients are more than matricules and diagnotics. They are human beings. They have names. They have feelings.”
…
Keiichi truly wished he had the courage to speak like this to his superior. To him, being a doctor meant so much more than what it seemed to mean to most of his colleagues. Perhaps it was just him being over-sentimental again.
"Nevermind, sir." He said, a bit dejectedly
The older man arqued an eyebrow.
"Well anyway, Ikari, he's your patient so expect the social services to come and get him this week. They were already a bit miffled that you couldn't be there when they first came to open his file. Do try your best to make a good impression. You know things have been strenuous with them since case #PQ0913."
They were taking him away? So soon? Who had agreed to this?
"Don't look so puzzled, you signed the papers yourself the day after his admission. Cases like this are not rare, Ikari. You knew he'd be back on his feet in a few weeks."
Keiichi, you're such a moron.
"And may I stress again how important it is that you make them forget about PQ0913?"
Such an imbecile…
"…Erh yeah, PQ0913, of course…"
The bald man smiled, his small black eyes practically disapearing behind the crinkles of his skin.
"I knew you'd understand, Ikari." He said, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief.
Keiichi found himself following the retreating man's back as he went.
"Excuse me while I go name Omura-sama employee of the month, Ikari, Muahaha." He grumbled under his breath.
His headache seemed to think it was a nice moment to remind him of its presence. Keiichi walked slowly towrd the coffee machine, rubbing his temples.
"Owie…"
Right now, he'd rather not even question his hesitation at letting his mysterious young patient out of his sight.
'must…not… get…attached… to… the…patients…'
# # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # #
(1)Baka: Japanese for idiot.
After such a long wait, I’m coming to you with a short and rather boring chapter u.u ;;;; demoooooooo ; it was essential for the development of the story. I swear. It’s episodic, just like when you remember a day. I woke up. I talked with Hikaru. Iku Annoyed me. My boss talked to me. By the way, I know the scene with Hikaru seems a little off, but trust me, it is not rushed or anything, it is just how things are. I promise muchos developments in the next chapter. I'm starting to work on it right now. I promise a chapter or two before I start college.
The chapter title is a Placebo song. The overall feel of the chapter felt a bit like the video to that song… exept that Keiichi does not fly off in a rocket at the end… erh ^^;;;
Fandom:Original
Rating:PG
Summary:A young man is hit by a car and brought to the hospital. The diagnostic falls: he's suffering of amnesia. It's up to his doctor, Keiichi Ikari to take care of him.
Warning: Slash
Archieve: Franny Moon @ FictionPress
