Facade (Chapter 7)
Title: Facade (Chapter 7)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Disclaimer: This is all fiction, and I don't own any of the characters. If I do, I'll be too busy to write this.
Summary: Ohno Satoshi is a new psychiatrist. He gets a new patient on his first day of work at the asylum. He thinks he knows what he is getting himself into. That is only what Ohno Satoshi thinks.
Note: Sorry for the long wait again! Just when everything seems to be over, exams are like what? Next week!!! I swear the school is out to kill me. DDDD:
Now, back to the story!
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What exactly brought about this silent staring game between patient and psychiatrist is unknown to Satoshi, but everything had been in a pause mode after his dear patient greeted him a “Good Morning Oh-chan!” before falling sideways back into bed like a domino, arms still around that big pillow, and eyes not leaving the psychiatrist. Somewhat child-like. Satoshi didn’t readily enter this staring game. He was contemplating on what to do with Ninomiya Kazunari, but staring into the fair man’s eyes while contemplating really wasn’t the best idea around. Somewhere along the route of pondering about his next move, the dark-skinned psychiatrist lost his train of thought, and that was where the zoning-out began.
Looking into the patient’s brown orbs had painted his thoughts a pure white. Maybe that was what people called mesmerizing beauty. This reverie was not broken until a big fat pillow hit him square on the face. Snapping out of the trance, he blinked at the figure on the bed.
The pale-skinned patient was once again sitting on his bed cross-legged, back curving slightly into a slouch. “I would never have guessed that you were such an avid fan of staring games Oh-chan,” the patient spoke in a lazy drawl.”Or maybe you found me lying on my bed so enticing, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from me?”
Oh how Satoshi would like to find a hole to jump into and pretend he had not heard that last sentence. He watched as his patient opened his mouth to say something, readying himself for another of Nino’s absurd comments.
“”Can I have my pillow back?”
“…” An unexpectedly innocent question. Ohno picked up the pillow, and gingerly handed it to the youthful patient. The skinny man had his arms wrapped round the pillow immediately. Hugging pillows always seem to have a calming effect on Nino.
“Nino, why are you in this mental institution?” The spiky-haired psychiatrist asked what may seem like a brusque and dense question.
This simple and seemingly unintelligent question had thrown the patient off-guard momentarily. None of the psychiatrists he had in all his five years here at the institution had asked him this. They’d read through all the information of him available in that file and assumed things. No one had questioned the information in that file, and no one had seen through his almost flawless act. So why now? Why is someone asking him this now?
Being that good trickster he is, the fair patient recovered almost immediately. With a small snicker, the corners of his lips turned up into that signature mocking smirk. He pushed himself off the bed and stalked towards the psychiatrist, encircling the man’s neck with his arms, he looked into Satoshi’s black orbs briefly.
“What a question to ask Oh-chan! Let’s see… A few reasons?” Nino supplied enthusiastically. “Mental health experts concluding that I am a dangerous individual with many screws loose and falling out of my head. And hmmm… Because I am just irresistibly pretty like a porcelain doll or so they tell me?”
Satoshi had expected Nino to come up with some ridiculous answer in an attempt to dodge and belittle the question. Seeing that undiscovered genuine side of his patient from yesterday, the psychiatrist is certain that the vulnerable-looking patient is out of place in this asylum. Like the saying goes, seeing is believing.
Unfazed by his patient’s reply, the psychiatrist rephrased his question. “Let me put it this way then. What was the deciding factor that put you in here? What happened to you before they put you in here?”
Of course Nino knew what Ohno meant from the start. He is pretty sharp when it comes to picking things up, he’d know what the psychiatrist was questioning. The patient was just hoping that he was wrong, that Ohno wasn’t trying to get at what he thinks Ohno is trying to get at. No such luck.
“To think that this isn’t your first day as my psychiatrist…” The patient sighed as he sits down on the floor of the cell. “They say I was the only survivor of a massacre that left twenty people dead five years ago. They’ve never put it into proper words before, but it is so obvious they think I slaughtered everyone. A mentally unsound juvenile mass- murderer. I don’t remember much though, other than everything being coloured crimson and being partially drenched in blood. Maybe I really did kill twenty people… Cool eh?” By the end of his speech, the youthful patient was lying eagle-spread on the floor, body shuddering from his hysterical giggles.
Ohno had no idea he could be as calm and collected as he is now. Knowing the truth, the fact that Nino is not as demented as he is trying to make everyone believe he is, fortifies his confidence and allows him to stand strong against his fair patient’s antics.
The delicate patient knew his psychiatrist did not buy his story. The dark-skinned psychiatrist was straight-faced with a grave expression. To put it simply, he was unimpressed with Nino’s actions and words. It was time to change tactics. The patient got to his feet, grabbed the psychiatrist by his shoulders, and pushed him into the padded walls.
Satoshi found himself trapped between his patient and the wall, but made no effort move from that position. His eyes shifted to stare at the pale-skinned patient, facial expression unchanged. The raven-haired patient’s eyes were afire with mad emotions - anger, confusion, fear, sadness, and pain. He simpered, hand reaching out to caress the psychiatrist’s right cheek. “Ne~ Oh-chan… Are you afraid of me?”
Silence. Nino’s actions had failed to draw any reaction from the spiky-haired psychiatrist. That was when the skinny patient decided to take it to the next level by closing up the space between them and sealing the psychiatrist’s lips with a brief kiss. Cold lips met warm ones, tender and inviting, so familiar yet so foreign to the patient.
The patient pulled away from the fleeting and unresponsive kiss. “Haha… Scared? Disgusted? Sickening isn’t it? A kiss from a demented mass- murderer.” The delicate one giggled madly. “Are you angry Oh-chan? Are you scandalized?” Still, there was no response from the brown-haired psychiatrist who still had his eyes on the patient with an indifferent look.
That indifferent look frustrated Nino. His plan of throwing Ohno off track was not working at all, it was as though the psychiatrist was a whole different person from the time he’d infuriate the man with a kiss. The pretty patient was at his wits end with the unresponsive psychiatrist, but no, he was not going to give in just yet.
Satoshi wasn’t surprised his dear patient kissed him. Nino had done that to an unsuspecting first-day-at-work Satoshi, and the psychiatrist knew he would do it again, in a matter of time. So, the kiss did not add any emotion to the psychiatrist’s indifferent face, and surprised he was not. But, that did not mean Satoshi couldn’t feel a thing. The dark-skinned psychiatrist was sure that his heart was pounding harder than ever. As much as he’d like to deny it, Ohno knew he felt something for this mental institution patient wannabe. Ridiculous as it sounds, the psychiatrist had budding feelings for his beautiful patient since their first encounter, and the bomb was dropped when he had accidently treaded on to the fair one’s deepest secret. So lovely, so vulnerable. This shall be kept a secret from Ninomiya Kazunari.
Nino wasn’t going to give up. If Ohno Satoshi wants to take this far, then Ninomiya Kazunari will take it further. With a devilish smirk, he closed up the space between them once again to claim the dark-skinned psychiatrist’s lips just as he was about to say something. The patient’s tongue invaded the psychiatrist’s mouth, tasting and exploring the crevices within unknown to him. Just as the pale-skinned patient thought he was going to succeed in getting the psychiatrist to put him back into the demented list, what happened next struck the delicate patient like a bolt from the blue.
The youthful patient felt his psychiatrist kiss him back subtly but surely. That alone was enough for Nino to freeze in shock. Feeling his patient stiffen up against him, the ends of Satoshi’s mouth curled up slightly into a tiny smirk. Breaking the kiss, he whispered into the pretty patient’s ear. “I know you don’t belong in here Ninomiya Kazunari, and like it or not, I’m going to get to the bottom of this.” With that said the psychiatrist brushed past the patient and headed for the door, leaving the shocked fair man to contemplate about what just happened in the privacy of his cell.
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With the clack to signify the shutting of the cell door, the raven-haired patient’s knees weakened as he dropped to the ground. He was appalled to say the least. The patient really had no idea the psychiatrist had it in him to hurl him into turmoil. Ohno Satoshi knows part of his deepest secret. Another of his worst fears had come true.
Where did things go wrong with Ohno Satoshi? Ninomiya was so sure he had the psychiatrist fooled until today’s encounter. Yet nothing comes to mind as to what he may have done to make the psychiatrist lock on to the truth.
But this was the least of Nino’s problems. Ohno had willingly jumped on to the mad train. This to Nino meant another burden, another person to protect. Why can’t Ohno Satoshi understand that his intrusion into this problem is unwanted? Why can’t he understand that sometimes meddling with someone else’s affairs can put him into great peril, especially Nino’s problem? The raven-haired patient had to admit he had an attraction towards the dark-skinned, spiky-haired psychiatrist. There is this weird force pulling and vacuuming him towards the psychiatrist, and that man could give his heart a small squeeze each time they come in contact with each other. Although Ohno can be infuriating time and again, Nino doesn’t want him to end up like most of the people he cared for, dead.
Nino just can’t find it in him to protect three people altogether, not when they were all dolls just like himself, in a dollhouse at the mercy of the doll master. No one ever listens when he warns them to leave the mental institution. Why is it always that those able to leave choose not to leave, and those who want to leave are held against their will?
The patient’s hands curled into a tight ball, his nails digging into the skin of his palm. He had again implicated an innocent being unintentionally. Silently, he prayed that that man will not find out that Ohno Satoshi had somehow found his way to the tail of the truth. But, then and again, when had his prayers been answered? Not once in the past five years.
The pretty patient slouched his way towards the sink defeated. His reflection in the mirror above the sink glared back at him. His encounter with the psychiatrist today had surfaced the vivid, dark and bloody memories from five years ago. The vivid images of the people getting massacred and big splatters of blood floated around his mind. Why did he survive that? His beautiful brown eyes brimmed with tears of pain, fear, and anger. If only he had died together with everyone else.
Oh how he hated that reflection he sees in the mirror. The fair-skinned, raven-haired man was drowning in self hatred as tears started streaming out of his brown orbs, down his pale smooth cheeks. “Fuck you! It is all your fault!” He screams hysterically at his reflection, pummeling it with his fist. Not caring about the sharp shards piercing his fist, or the small streams of blood running down his right arm.
In frenzy, the delicate patient wrecked his cell with as much havoc he could create with his bare hands. Feathers from what was once a pillow littered the cell floor. The bed was out of position, bed sheet and blanket on the floor. The skinny man was just about to pummel the shattered mirror with his left fist when the security guards burst through the cell door with a worried Matsumoto Jun. They dragged the screaming, crying, and struggling patient away from the sink.
Nino knew that it was going to be a sleep full of nightmares and painful, haunting memories as a fretful Jun tranquilized him. His eyelids became heavy, as he felt himself falling into the deep abyss of sleep.
--- End of Chapter 7 ---
Another chapter completed!!! :D
Just when the endless onslaught of project submissions and artwork deadlines come to a halt…
Exams are on their way. DDDDD:
Something to describe what school makes me feel because of the unintelligent semester scheduling.
And yes, I drew that myself. (._.")
How is this chapter? Did it answer a bit of your questions?
I tried my best to deliver a 2000+ word chapter!
Is my writing good enough?
Anyways, Nino’s past will be revealed in the next chapter. :O
I try to subtly insert humor into the story, though not in this chapter, but you may find it in other chapters if you just squint. Maybe. :D
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