Introducing: Kamiya Minoru, Doctor of WTF
Who: Hagiri Kaname and Dr. Kamiya Minoru
Where: Hagiri's apartment
When: Late Friday night
Summary: An old friend shows up on Hagiri's doorstep and proves to him that he is an absolute nut job.
Hagiri Kaname busied himself about his apartment, making sure to clean under the couch and empty the broken freezer. He didn't want anything to start growing in weird places about his home while he was off on this new mission.
He sighed as he pulled the bag out of the trashcan, tying it off and setting it aside to be brought to the dumpster. As he began to replace the bag, he began to think about this mission again. He was to be going into the past with a group of people that he, for the most part, didn't know. On the one hand, it was good that he didn't know them because then he wasn't sure that he'd dislike them but, on the other hand, he may end up getting himself into trouble. Especially in the "past". Whenever they were going, he was pretty sure that his attitude wouldn't be greatly appreciated there.
A rapping sound on the door of that very apartment might have shaken somebody inside, yet the Doctor hadn't expected that to be the case at all. "It's not often I make house calls," He would mutter with a muse to himself and wriggle his fingers one by one. The digits wound around each other murderously, before they quickly slipped apart. Minoru's hands retreated into the pockets of his lab coat as he (as patiently as he could) awaited the resident to answer. His glasses paraded down around the tip of his nose and his eyes were wide allowing all of the eye to be seen. His pupils were dilated very sharply. For a moment, he has lost his temperament for time and simply drug his foot across the bottom of the door to create a very low dragging sound.
Hagiri stopped what he was doing when he heard the rapping at his door and, with an annoyed grunt, shoved the trash can back to its usual spot. Hopping over the full bag, which he hit slightly with his foot, Hagiri sauntered over to the door. It wasn't that great of a distance, but it was getting late at night and Hagiri didn't feel like rushing for anybody right now. Except Sensui-sama, of course.
Covering a yawn with his hand, he reached towards the doorknob to see who it was on the other side. Just as he was about to turn it, though, he jerked back as though it had burned him. Beyond the door came a strange, dragging sound. Having no idea what could be making that sound he stepped back, instinctively wary, what with a number of people out to get his head and all.
As the sounds grew more impatient he reached his right hand into the pocket of his pajama pants, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his beloved revolver. With his remaining hand he cautiously opened the door a bit and peaked out, blinking in surprise when he saw who was there.
"Kamiya?" He ventured to address his guest by name, although it was a bit dark in the hall outside the room to see him clearly enough to be certain of his identity.
"No, it's Mephistopheles. Abbadon would like his Infraorbital foramen back." The doctor sarcastically beamed. A wide grin had danced up and slapped his lips, his pearly whites shown brightly in the dim glow of the illuminating moon. Of course, to ruin anybody's fun, it was the sun that caused the moon to vomit light, but there was no one telling a dream that needed to be ruined. He stood there quite ransacked in appearance, but it was definitely Kamiya (a little more off of his rocker than usual). His shorter hair was ruffled and disturbed, and the lenses of his glasses were distorted by the angle he stood at. Of course, he wasn't quite erect with his posture.
"Of course it's Kamiya... Minoru wouldn't be quite joyous if it weren’t." He would say in third person. Proving that in the rocker analogy, his head would be on the porch of a hillbilly's shack and his buttocks and legs would be in the rocker.
Hagiri opened the door a little wider and stood in a frame of light, looking his old friend up and down. His right hand had long forgotten to conceal his revolver, so the weapon was just hanging haphazardly at his side.
Raising an eyebrow, he took in the disheveled clothing and manic grin that Kamiya now wore. Licking his lips a bit before speaking, he gave his friend a wary look. "What...are you doing here? I haven't seen you in a while. Not since Sensui-sama vanished that one time." Deciding to show some manners to him, considering what he owed the man, Hagiri stood to the side to let the doctor come in. Not many people would allow such a psychotic looking man to just waltz into their living room without questioning their own safety, but Hagiri was used to his...eccentric nature. Even if he did seem to be a bit more..."off" than he remembered him to be.
"Hm." Was all that could be taken as an answer at first. Kamiya was making small chewing motions that were easily noted by the muscles about his jaw contracting. He had nothing in his mouth, but was idly chewing his tongue in thought as he walked right in past Hagiri ignoring the lovely homicide-toy lolling about in his hand. He sniffed around as if a mutt of some sort before coming to calm, and repositioning himself with a superior complexion about him. So, his shoulders were back, but his hands were still jammed tightly in his deepening pockets that seemed to swallow more and more of his arms.
"I wanted to time myself to see how long it would take me to find you." He answered spinning around to face the other with a wild card chagrin.
Hagiri gave the Doctor a plain gaze before he closed the door behind him and set the gun on the table. Turning back to face him he crossed his arms, violet eyes scrutinizing his friend as his toes, chilly from the lingering air that had swept into the room from the hallway, curled slightly to dig themselves into the carpet.
"What's the real reason for you coming here, Kamiya?" He knew the Doctor had a record for finding himself in difficult situations with a wide variety of authority figures, so the gunman deduced that this might be one of those occasions. If it wasn't, then his answer still didn't satisfy him as a very good explanation for suddenly showing up on his doorstep after a good amount of time during which he had planned, or so he told Hagiri, to take on a new identity and get some plastic surgery t disguise his face...again.
A soft chortle emerged first as a hand inched out of his pocket to cover his mouth as it raised volume. "Ah," Minoru cleared his throat and made sure his mucus disposing took quite a bit of time (a few minutes even). Once he finished, he hoped all would be silenced. Either that, or some strange raise of the eyebrow would be accompanying the other. " Yes, yes. Want to house me for a little?" He'd ask. In fact he seemed to invite himself, but that was Kamiya in a way. One of those pages in the book of many that everyone misses (especially the finer print).
"Like to join my brigade?" He would inquire, it made no sense there for a moment, "After all, my last hiding location was uncovered by a explosive boiler."
Hagiri sighed and moved off to fix the cushions on his couch. Of course he would house Kamiya if he needed it; he had done this sort of favor for him before and he did owe him for healing up that nasty katana wound Hiei had given him once. But that didn't mean that he had to understand a single word he just said.
"What in God's name are you talking about, Doctor?" Hagiri reverted to calling the man by his alias in his annoyance at the seemingly incoherent rambling that routinely poured from Kamiya's lips. The thing was though, as Hagiri had learned, that his ramblings always meant something. He just didn't always share the rest of his thoughts or explain what he was conveying through the apparent nonsense of his impressive vocabulary.
Well he supposed it was only nonsense to sane people, anyway, which relieved Hagiri a bit. This meant that if he didn't completely get what Kamiya said that he still had some of his own sanity left, which he had doubted more than once during his lifetime. Not that being potentially unhinged bothered him at all; it was just easier to be able to blend in with the crowd in his line of work. After all, he didn't get away with being cooped up in a hospital room all day where he could be doing God knows what to God knows who at the strangest hours of the night. It was much easier to be crazy when no one would bother you much about it.
"My Lesser sciatic notch is cricking." He would say and place his free hand on his hip in thought. His nails began to scratch at the material of the coat and he smiled with perk. "Routine maintenance in a hospital ended up with an unfortunate explosion of the boiler in the lower sector of the psych ward." He began and ended. His body simply swayed to a beat placed in his words and be began to bob to them. Shoulder left and shoulder right, all to end when his voice did.
"... and that is what I am talking about. Your mind is very vacuous today, if you didn't understand a word I seem to have blathered on with." He hmphed then. The abnormally rated vocals hadn't an emotion to them (any true at least).
"Whoa, wait a second." Hagiri turned to look at his friend. "They put you in a psych ward?" He seemed a bit alarmed and rightly so, since Kamiya had never managed to land himself in one of those before even with how unstable he'd always been. "What did you do to get in there?" Hagiri was honestly curious, to say the least. The Doctor had done many psychotic things in his life, so this one must have been majour for him to actually be diagnosed as medically insane. Usually, they let medical professionals get away with just about any personality flaw, as long as they could give a good diagnosis, save a life here and there, and get some good publicity for the hospital.
"No." His answer was simple enough. He has just been snooping around, though he wouldn't say that. "I was looking for bodies." He had said that so ridiculously solemn that it would make any believe he were being serious. ... And why not believe, he was being absolutely -de facto- in this case. At this point, he seemed to progress from the point he was at, and though it was getting rather late, the idea of tiredness consuming this Doctor was a stranger one at that.
Hagiri looked at him for a moment, his unmoving stare stubbornly unreadable. He opened his mouth as though about to say something, and then shut it again, deciding against hit. Finally he moved, pacing around the Doctor in an analyzing manner. Finally he stopped, in front of him once again, and put his hands on his hips.
"You've gone completely off your rocker, haven't you?" He inquired, quite sure of the answer already.
Kamiya grinned then shook his head, "You can not classify me as that just yet..." He said before shoving his left hand into his pocket in a very stuffy manner then began to move it around. His grin widened, and now he was just beginning to joke with the other. He had in fact had a long day and wasn't up for being as serious as he could be. The entire day he had been taking with very, very concentrated stride. He supposed, he had just become temporarily sick of it.
"Now, you can." He said very brightly, but his voice cracked making him seem "nuts" (lack of energy applied right here). Whipping his hand out of his pocket- there on his arm was positioned a long rainbow sock with large plastic spiral lensed glasses.
Hagiri stood in silent shock for a very long time, staring at the googly-eyed sock creature on his friend's arm. It was very, very colourful and all together rather disturbing when perched on the hand of a deranged man in a doctor's coat. Taking a slight step back from him, Hagiri tilted his head, as though viewing this scene from a different angle might make it make sense. It didn't. So he just gave up.
"Riight..." He began, choosing not to question Kamiya's new little friend. "...Well, I'm going to be gone for a while pretty soon and I don't want some nutter just loafing around my house all day dissecting things." He imagined this is what the Doctor would do, considering the body search that had led to his coming here. "If you're going to stay in my home not only will you have to hide if my landlord comes to visit, but you'll need to get a job." With a sudden idea forming in his head, Hagiri smirked and crossed his arms confidently over his chest. "And I know the perfect place for you to work."
Where: Hagiri's apartment
When: Late Friday night
Summary: An old friend shows up on Hagiri's doorstep and proves to him that he is an absolute nut job.
Hagiri Kaname busied himself about his apartment, making sure to clean under the couch and empty the broken freezer. He didn't want anything to start growing in weird places about his home while he was off on this new mission.
He sighed as he pulled the bag out of the trashcan, tying it off and setting it aside to be brought to the dumpster. As he began to replace the bag, he began to think about this mission again. He was to be going into the past with a group of people that he, for the most part, didn't know. On the one hand, it was good that he didn't know them because then he wasn't sure that he'd dislike them but, on the other hand, he may end up getting himself into trouble. Especially in the "past". Whenever they were going, he was pretty sure that his attitude wouldn't be greatly appreciated there.
A rapping sound on the door of that very apartment might have shaken somebody inside, yet the Doctor hadn't expected that to be the case at all. "It's not often I make house calls," He would mutter with a muse to himself and wriggle his fingers one by one. The digits wound around each other murderously, before they quickly slipped apart. Minoru's hands retreated into the pockets of his lab coat as he (as patiently as he could) awaited the resident to answer. His glasses paraded down around the tip of his nose and his eyes were wide allowing all of the eye to be seen. His pupils were dilated very sharply. For a moment, he has lost his temperament for time and simply drug his foot across the bottom of the door to create a very low dragging sound.
Hagiri stopped what he was doing when he heard the rapping at his door and, with an annoyed grunt, shoved the trash can back to its usual spot. Hopping over the full bag, which he hit slightly with his foot, Hagiri sauntered over to the door. It wasn't that great of a distance, but it was getting late at night and Hagiri didn't feel like rushing for anybody right now. Except Sensui-sama, of course.
Covering a yawn with his hand, he reached towards the doorknob to see who it was on the other side. Just as he was about to turn it, though, he jerked back as though it had burned him. Beyond the door came a strange, dragging sound. Having no idea what could be making that sound he stepped back, instinctively wary, what with a number of people out to get his head and all.
As the sounds grew more impatient he reached his right hand into the pocket of his pajama pants, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his beloved revolver. With his remaining hand he cautiously opened the door a bit and peaked out, blinking in surprise when he saw who was there.
"Kamiya?" He ventured to address his guest by name, although it was a bit dark in the hall outside the room to see him clearly enough to be certain of his identity.
"No, it's Mephistopheles. Abbadon would like his Infraorbital foramen back." The doctor sarcastically beamed. A wide grin had danced up and slapped his lips, his pearly whites shown brightly in the dim glow of the illuminating moon. Of course, to ruin anybody's fun, it was the sun that caused the moon to vomit light, but there was no one telling a dream that needed to be ruined. He stood there quite ransacked in appearance, but it was definitely Kamiya (a little more off of his rocker than usual). His shorter hair was ruffled and disturbed, and the lenses of his glasses were distorted by the angle he stood at. Of course, he wasn't quite erect with his posture.
"Of course it's Kamiya... Minoru wouldn't be quite joyous if it weren’t." He would say in third person. Proving that in the rocker analogy, his head would be on the porch of a hillbilly's shack and his buttocks and legs would be in the rocker.
Hagiri opened the door a little wider and stood in a frame of light, looking his old friend up and down. His right hand had long forgotten to conceal his revolver, so the weapon was just hanging haphazardly at his side.
Raising an eyebrow, he took in the disheveled clothing and manic grin that Kamiya now wore. Licking his lips a bit before speaking, he gave his friend a wary look. "What...are you doing here? I haven't seen you in a while. Not since Sensui-sama vanished that one time." Deciding to show some manners to him, considering what he owed the man, Hagiri stood to the side to let the doctor come in. Not many people would allow such a psychotic looking man to just waltz into their living room without questioning their own safety, but Hagiri was used to his...eccentric nature. Even if he did seem to be a bit more..."off" than he remembered him to be.
"Hm." Was all that could be taken as an answer at first. Kamiya was making small chewing motions that were easily noted by the muscles about his jaw contracting. He had nothing in his mouth, but was idly chewing his tongue in thought as he walked right in past Hagiri ignoring the lovely homicide-toy lolling about in his hand. He sniffed around as if a mutt of some sort before coming to calm, and repositioning himself with a superior complexion about him. So, his shoulders were back, but his hands were still jammed tightly in his deepening pockets that seemed to swallow more and more of his arms.
"I wanted to time myself to see how long it would take me to find you." He answered spinning around to face the other with a wild card chagrin.
Hagiri gave the Doctor a plain gaze before he closed the door behind him and set the gun on the table. Turning back to face him he crossed his arms, violet eyes scrutinizing his friend as his toes, chilly from the lingering air that had swept into the room from the hallway, curled slightly to dig themselves into the carpet.
"What's the real reason for you coming here, Kamiya?" He knew the Doctor had a record for finding himself in difficult situations with a wide variety of authority figures, so the gunman deduced that this might be one of those occasions. If it wasn't, then his answer still didn't satisfy him as a very good explanation for suddenly showing up on his doorstep after a good amount of time during which he had planned, or so he told Hagiri, to take on a new identity and get some plastic surgery t disguise his face...again.
A soft chortle emerged first as a hand inched out of his pocket to cover his mouth as it raised volume. "Ah," Minoru cleared his throat and made sure his mucus disposing took quite a bit of time (a few minutes even). Once he finished, he hoped all would be silenced. Either that, or some strange raise of the eyebrow would be accompanying the other. " Yes, yes. Want to house me for a little?" He'd ask. In fact he seemed to invite himself, but that was Kamiya in a way. One of those pages in the book of many that everyone misses (especially the finer print).
"Like to join my brigade?" He would inquire, it made no sense there for a moment, "After all, my last hiding location was uncovered by a explosive boiler."
Hagiri sighed and moved off to fix the cushions on his couch. Of course he would house Kamiya if he needed it; he had done this sort of favor for him before and he did owe him for healing up that nasty katana wound Hiei had given him once. But that didn't mean that he had to understand a single word he just said.
"What in God's name are you talking about, Doctor?" Hagiri reverted to calling the man by his alias in his annoyance at the seemingly incoherent rambling that routinely poured from Kamiya's lips. The thing was though, as Hagiri had learned, that his ramblings always meant something. He just didn't always share the rest of his thoughts or explain what he was conveying through the apparent nonsense of his impressive vocabulary.
Well he supposed it was only nonsense to sane people, anyway, which relieved Hagiri a bit. This meant that if he didn't completely get what Kamiya said that he still had some of his own sanity left, which he had doubted more than once during his lifetime. Not that being potentially unhinged bothered him at all; it was just easier to be able to blend in with the crowd in his line of work. After all, he didn't get away with being cooped up in a hospital room all day where he could be doing God knows what to God knows who at the strangest hours of the night. It was much easier to be crazy when no one would bother you much about it.
"My Lesser sciatic notch is cricking." He would say and place his free hand on his hip in thought. His nails began to scratch at the material of the coat and he smiled with perk. "Routine maintenance in a hospital ended up with an unfortunate explosion of the boiler in the lower sector of the psych ward." He began and ended. His body simply swayed to a beat placed in his words and be began to bob to them. Shoulder left and shoulder right, all to end when his voice did.
"... and that is what I am talking about. Your mind is very vacuous today, if you didn't understand a word I seem to have blathered on with." He hmphed then. The abnormally rated vocals hadn't an emotion to them (any true at least).
"Whoa, wait a second." Hagiri turned to look at his friend. "They put you in a psych ward?" He seemed a bit alarmed and rightly so, since Kamiya had never managed to land himself in one of those before even with how unstable he'd always been. "What did you do to get in there?" Hagiri was honestly curious, to say the least. The Doctor had done many psychotic things in his life, so this one must have been majour for him to actually be diagnosed as medically insane. Usually, they let medical professionals get away with just about any personality flaw, as long as they could give a good diagnosis, save a life here and there, and get some good publicity for the hospital.
"No." His answer was simple enough. He has just been snooping around, though he wouldn't say that. "I was looking for bodies." He had said that so ridiculously solemn that it would make any believe he were being serious. ... And why not believe, he was being absolutely -de facto- in this case. At this point, he seemed to progress from the point he was at, and though it was getting rather late, the idea of tiredness consuming this Doctor was a stranger one at that.
Hagiri looked at him for a moment, his unmoving stare stubbornly unreadable. He opened his mouth as though about to say something, and then shut it again, deciding against hit. Finally he moved, pacing around the Doctor in an analyzing manner. Finally he stopped, in front of him once again, and put his hands on his hips.
"You've gone completely off your rocker, haven't you?" He inquired, quite sure of the answer already.
Kamiya grinned then shook his head, "You can not classify me as that just yet..." He said before shoving his left hand into his pocket in a very stuffy manner then began to move it around. His grin widened, and now he was just beginning to joke with the other. He had in fact had a long day and wasn't up for being as serious as he could be. The entire day he had been taking with very, very concentrated stride. He supposed, he had just become temporarily sick of it.
"Now, you can." He said very brightly, but his voice cracked making him seem "nuts" (lack of energy applied right here). Whipping his hand out of his pocket- there on his arm was positioned a long rainbow sock with large plastic spiral lensed glasses.
Hagiri stood in silent shock for a very long time, staring at the googly-eyed sock creature on his friend's arm. It was very, very colourful and all together rather disturbing when perched on the hand of a deranged man in a doctor's coat. Taking a slight step back from him, Hagiri tilted his head, as though viewing this scene from a different angle might make it make sense. It didn't. So he just gave up.
"Riight..." He began, choosing not to question Kamiya's new little friend. "...Well, I'm going to be gone for a while pretty soon and I don't want some nutter just loafing around my house all day dissecting things." He imagined this is what the Doctor would do, considering the body search that had led to his coming here. "If you're going to stay in my home not only will you have to hide if my landlord comes to visit, but you'll need to get a job." With a sudden idea forming in his head, Hagiri smirked and crossed his arms confidently over his chest. "And I know the perfect place for you to work."