Now and Forever...Itsumademo... - Chapter 11A

[unare_haineko]

Title: Now and Forever…いつまでも…

Author: Mayonaka no Taiyou/Unare Haineko

Pairing: [Juntoshi] Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi

Rating:  R-ish.  [I am changing this rating to R due to the direction I am taking with this story.  I probably should have done it earlier, but I think it is time to officially change it since I have decided which direction

Comments

[mmestrange]

Ye gods! This is monumental and would make for wonderful therapy sessions. Wait for them, cherie.... I'll get to the therapy sessions by and by.

Hang on... what colour carnation? It matters for my analysis.

[unare_haineko]

Red, of course. It's Aiba's blood we're talking about *smirks*

[mmestrange]

Ah.... snigger... I wondered whether you might have gone with striped carnation. Hehe... the therapy sessions would be wonderful.... *cackle*

[unare_haineko]

Not yet. The striped carnation does come up later though. This is not the only flower reading Sho will be getting. And Mikeila does explain that colors do matter in floriology to Sho.

Lady Strange with Mr Ninomiya, Session 7, part 1

[mmestrange]

Lately, the professional lives of the medical practitioners in the Hades Health Centre had been hectic. Due to the summer heat in the mortal realm, all manner of lunacies were being committed. This, in turn, led to a high influx of patients, most of whom had nothing to do with Lady Strange, Head of the Misanthropy and Malcontent Ward. However, Lady Strange did not like large crushes of people. This was a carry-over from the long distant days when she had been a mortal sometime in the time of the ‘The Oligarchy’ or as modern historians would call it, the era of the Thirty Tyrants in Athens. No one save Mephistopheles to whom she had sold her soul knew what she had gone through, for there were neither written records nor survivors. And that was the way her ladyship preferred it. Her past and her personal history were a tightly kept secret and she did not suffer anyone to talk about it

Lady Strange with Mr Ninomiya, Session 7, part 2

[mmestrange]

“Economics isn’t my forte, my lady. I’m not Sho-kun,” he snapped impatiently as her ladyship shuffled the cards and made him cut the deck. “Why are we here? I asked to see you because I need help, not to hear you talk about business and cover ups!” he demanded, coming straight to point

Lady Strange with Mr Ninomiya, Session 7, part 3

[mmestrange]

“Call it a whim. Humour me, mon petit

Lady Strange with Mr Ninomiya, Session 7, part 4

[mmestrange]

“You know that and yet, you do nothing? Look what has happened, petit, you’re caught up in it,” she drawled lazily, giving the impression that she found the whole ordeal a completely boring chore. “All because you treated the card game you played with the Jimusho like the piquet game we just had. You were weak in your discards

Lady Strange & Mr Sakurai, Session 4, part 1

[mmestrange]

Her ladyship’s next destination was at the archery range. She could not stand going back to the Health Centre, not when it was crowded with the unwashed masses and certainly not when she knew one Johnny Kitagawa would be throwing the whole Health Centre into an uproar with his therapy session. If there was one thing Lady Strange could not abide by, it was patients who threw their weight around like this Kitagawa person

Lady Strange & Mr Sakurai, Session 4, part 2

[mmestrange]

“What a shame, I had thought of eating you today,” she said blandly, slinging the arrows behind her back and patting his cheek with her free hand

Lady Strange & Mr Sakurai, Session 4, part 3

[mmestrange]

“What… What has it to do with focus? Is it because I’m a closet narcissist?” he asked, shaking his head in a futile bid to dispel the notion. “How can I be a narcissist when I care about what others think and how I’m perceived? I am aware of the expectations everyone has on me - my mother’s expectations, my father’s, even Masaki’s. You’re losing the plot, milady

Lady Strange & Mr Sakurai, Session 4, part 4

[mmestrange]

“Because foolish mortals always think they’re in control of Fate when they’re not. Whenever they attempt to browbeat the fate and bending fate to their will for a ‘sweeter’ future, they run mad as if obsessed by that very desire. The seductively sweet belief that you can control your fate drives you to insanity; and the Fates, being supremely wise and beautiful women want to punish men for their presumption. C’est tout,” she said, releasing another arrow, this time close to his elbow

Lady Strange & Mr Matsumoto –Session 6, part 1

[mmestrange]

Oddly enough, the sky seemed to be colour of diluted ink splashed on a yellowing and crumbling canvas, and all around him, it was snowing a revolting mixture of black snow, greyish slush and razor sharp white flakes. Jun could not ever remember the heavens looking so strange and foreboding. Then again, he could not recall being out in the open. His last memory was of an air-conditioner flap oscillating. Perhaps he was imagining things due to his despair, he wondered. He did not know his exact location and that frightened him a little. However, the fear sank into the pits of his stomach when he thought he discerned a construction of sorts in the far distance. If he squinted hard enough, it bore more than a fair resemblance to towering palace of white and grey, glistening like ice. “Help. I need help,” he thought, he had to that palatial residence. However, the moment he took a step forward, the wind rose and bore down against him as if pushing him back. Being of a stubbornly curious disposition, he chose to ignore the wind’s attempt to

Lady Strange & Mr Matsumoto –Session 6, part 2

[mmestrange]

“You tell me, Mr Matsumoto. You were the one who tried to play god,” came the unflappable response as her ladyship nibbled delicately on a cucumber sandwich and looked through the leaves of a thick file. “What does it feel like to witness a götterdämerung

Lady Strange & Mr Matsumoto –Session 6, part 3

[mmestrange]

“Nothing?” she laughed hollowly, making the driving icy winds rise dramatically. As soon as the frosty torrent had engulfed the man and threw him onto the ground, she stepped on his chest and pulled his head up by his hair. “Nothing always comes from something. What is this ‘something’ that your ‘nothingness’ sprang from? Would you like to find out

Lady Strange & Mr Matsumoto –Session 6, part 4

[mmestrange]

“Do you want redemption?” Her ladyship rose and took up her file