AF_(KF_#KF#. I need to update the first post again big time >___<
So, I should've posted this up a week ago, but I completely forgot with midterms >_>
VERY DELAYED UPDATE GO.
! Cyber was just about to doze off when a sharp rap on his door startled him, which was unfortunate since he had been dozing off with the front legs of her chair tilted up. Tumbling backwards onto the floor, he pushed himself up cursing whoever it was at the door. 3 AM in the morning. This place wasn’t even open at this unholy hour. The daytime had already been ridiculous. There were more and more outbreaks of violence recently, even though it had just managed to settle down after Whitebeard’s death, it flared up again for unknown reasons. Well, almost unknown. He had a pretty good idea what the cause was, and if Gypsy wasn’t such a charmer, he would have kicked every single one of her members out of the clinic and told them to deal with their own goddamn mess.
! Marching over to the door and slamming it open, half hoping to squash whoever was behind it, he growled out in the most annoyed and intimidating voice he could muster.
! “What?”
! Trapped stood a good distance from the door, having long since learned to never stand near any door when she went knocking in the dead of night. It hurt to be hit in the face when you wore glasses. Cyber’s expression instantly lightened when he saw her though. He laughed and greeted her off handedly.
! “Oh hey, it’s Miss flat-ches-“ the sentence was never finished as Trapped established her entrance by round house kicking the doctor back into his room.
! “I see you’re as lively as ever,” she retorted coldly, “And you still have that ridiculous looking bow-tie on.”
! Walking inside and making her way over to the table without regard to the groans coming from the side as Cyber picked himself up, she shuffled through the papers.
! “Once again, you can’t be bothered to keep track of anything,” she sighed, “Where are the medical records for our group this month?”
! “You know, ‘hello, it’s wonderful to be in your presence again’ would have worked just as well,” Cyber grumbled, rubbing his stomach where Trapped had planted her foot firmly. Trapped ignored him and continued rustling through the numerous manila folders on the table, paying no attention to the countless papers that flew off the table. Spotting the familiar curly V from amidst the mess, she rescued the poor folder from paperpocalypse.
! “Hey! Don’t go making a mess out of my table!” Cyber finally noticed all his notes flying every which way and rushed over to stop them. He shoved Trapped out of the way, cautiously in case she decided to inflict bodily harm again. She deftly stepped to the side, brushing off the sleeve he had touched.
! “It was already a mess.”
! “No it wasn’t! I knew where everything was until you messed it up!”
! Trapped sighed. It was pointless to argue. She’d prefer to wrap this up before Cyber started busting out the not-funny-and-somewhat-annoying perverted jokes he seemed to have on hand every time anything with two legs walked in. A chilly breeze blew past her and snapped her out of her thoughts. She pulled her jacket a little closer then froze. Wait….breeze? All the windows were automatically locked for the night here. She glanced over and stared at where the window was….or should have been.
! “Cyber?”
! “What?” an annoyed grumble answered her as the doctor re-organized/spewed the papers in some manner only he understood onto the table.
! “Where’s your window?”
! Where the window pane should have been was a gaping hole, with the frame still intact and tiny jagged edges indicating that, in all likelihood, it had been shattered outwards from inside. A morbid type of curiosity took hold of Trapped and half of her wanted to walk over and look outside towards the ground to see if anything was there. The other half of her urged her to just forget it, take the folder and run away from this place as fast as she could. While sense and bile fascination were debating in her head, Cyber had finished organizing/re-messing up his desk and walked over to the window. He carefully poked at one of the edges.
! “I wonder if I can claim property tax reduction for this?” he muttered aloud, shaking loose a small piece of glass. The noise snapped Trapped out of her mental debate.
! “Tax reduction? Are you mental? There’s a hole where your window should be. What did you do?”
! Earlier that day…
! Cyber was tapping his pen impatiently as the man in front of him explained, for the fifth time in a row, about how much pain he was in. The only things keeping the doctor from booting the man out of the room were the two large bodyguards waiting outside the door which he had brought with him, completely against regulation for the hospital. Well, using the examination rooms for sex just because they were soundproof was also against regulations, but those were a different set of regulations.
! “And all those other fakes have been givin’ me nothing but lip,” his obese patient complained, wringing his hands, “But I’ve heard some promising rumors about-“
! “Just a second, if you could,” Cyber cut in, holding his hand up before the urge to reach over and strangle this fat tub of lard peaked, “Can I just make one comment, in my position as an experienced physician?”
! “Of course,” the man replied, perking up. No doubt he intended to hear promising results, the way he had his whole spoiled, well fed career. Cyber put on his most charming smile, the one that almost made even the people who knew him well forget what kind of person he really was, ALMOST.
! “You’ll live,” he said assuredly, still smiling. The man in front of him stood up, opening his mouth to undoubtedly rant again over how horribly he had been treated by the other doctors who had foreseen his death.
! “For about a week.”
! There was a dead silence that stretched for several seconds. The large business man froze, mouth still upturned stupidly as the words settled in. A pack of emotions flitted across his face after that, surprise, disbelief, a slight bit of horror, and finally outraged anger. Cyber seemed completely oblivious to them as he continued, charismatic smile still firmly in place.
! “Quite frankly, I’d give you five days, max. What kind of putrid life have you been drowning yourself in, dear sir? These results aren’t something you obtain overnight,” he motioned to the papers in his hand happily, “From the looks of things, you must have been smothering yourself in fat, drugs, and women for years to wind up this royally fucked up. But don’t worry, there is good news. I’m sure your widow will be overjoyed to see the return on life insurance it says you have here-“
! A shot rang out, shattering one of the vials on the shelf behind the doctor, the bullet grazing his hair. The man stood, heaving and red faced with fury, pistol shaking in his chubby hands. Cyber didn’t move and his smile didn’t waver, though there was a deadly glint in his eyes now. He reached up to smooth out the singed edges of his hair.
! “Now, do you have any idea how much the equipment in this room costs?” he sighed, as if reprimanding a child, “And you can’t just go ruining my hair. I’m a professional, I have to keep up appearances you know.”
! It shouldn’t have been possible, but the man’s face must have deepened another shade of red as his brows scrunched up under the numerous wrinkles on his forehead.
! “You bastard!” he aimed the gun once more, this time at Cyber’s head. But that was all that he could do. Before he had even blinked, a hand was crushing his face in a deadly vice grip. Cyber dropped the papers he had been holding, all pretense of mocking joy gone from his face. If there had to be a word to describe him at that point, it would be like a bullet. Cold, fast, deadly. The bones under his fingers crunched from the sheer force he exerted as the business man was lifted off his feet and slammed straight through the window behind him. The glass shattered almost instantly from the impact and it was only the sheer size of the patient that kept him from flying through and tumbling to his doom. Instead he lay unconscious, stuck between the frames.
! Straightening himself, Cyber walked over to the intercom near the door and pressed the button for two way conversation without a second glance at the scene in his room.
! “Sadi-chan?” he began, referring to one of the nurses at the clinic, “There’s a bit of a mess up here. Can you send someone to pick up a body?”
! There was a short pause as the message made its way down and the reply back up through the wires.
! “Mmm, of course doctor. Is it a corpse?” Sadi-chan’s voice poured out of the mike above.
! “Nah, I’m pretty sure he’s still alive,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Ah that’s right. There are two big guys standing outside of my door that I need taken care of. I thought you’d enjoy having something to do.”
! There was no response for a while, but within five minutes the screams that echoed from outside the door informed him that the nurse had indeed found something to entertain herself with. Straightening his doctor’s coat, he opened the door just in time to see one of the guards fly across the room. The patients still waiting ranged from shocked newcomers to disinterested veterans, flipping through magazines as a whip crazy nurse chased around two burly men twice her size.
! “Next!” he shouted.
! “Eh, a fat guy went crashing through my window,” he finally answered, shrugging, “Nothing unusual.”
! The mafia second-in-command blinked. Well, it certainly wasn’t what she expected, but somehow managed to be less weird than what she had feared, which coming from Cyber reached around to equal genuinely surprising.
! “Huh, I was expecting some degenerate story about how an enraged lover hurled you out the window when he found out you were seducing his girl,” she deadpanned, joking but completely serious. Cyber paused and glared at her.
! “Speaking of fat guys,” he ground out in an annoyed manner, “It seems like you’ve been racking up the sweets again. Did that red-haired little servant of yours spoil you with too many of those pies you love so much?”
! Now it was Trapped’s turn to whirl on him, glaring.
! “Oh sorry, I think I heard you wrong. For a moment there I thought I heard the pitiful screams of some dead brat on his way to hell.”
! “What a coincidence, for a moment there I thought I heard some piggy dame squealing out a pathetic attempt at a comeback.”
! The blows were instantaneous. Trapped’s foot whirled out and planted itself firmly on Cyber’s chest just as his elbow hit her shoulder. Cyber had a policy of not hitting girls if he had the option of seducing them instead. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t hit girls though, and Trapped had already proven the alternative pointless multiple times.
! Cyber stumbled back while Trapped twisted her body in the direction of the blow to soften it. Both of them glared at the other.
! “Whiny broad.”
! “Perverted quack.”
! And with that, there seemed to be some silent signal that broke the tension. Trapped huffed and picked up the folder she had dropped in the shuffle while Cyber grumbled and straightened his coat.
! “Ah, why can’t she be more like Mia or Masha,” Cyber mumbled, loudly, obviously intending for Trapped to hear, “Or that nice little bar girl on 4th. It’s a waste to give a demon like her any sort of looks at all.” He perked up, as if remembering something, “She was a lot cuter when she was younger. I remember she used to cling onto my coat when I first met her.”
! “You freaking pedophile,” Trapped pinched the bridge of her nose to keep herself from kicking him again. Less than a week beforehand, when for whatever godforsaken reason some members had felt compelled to bring his children to this freak of nature, she had given what she considered the gem of the century advice.
! “Kids, stay away from Cyber-Robin. Breathing the same air as him will get you pregnant. Yes son, even you.”
! She didn’t think it would be possible, but she agreed with that statement even more right now than then.
! “Oh oh, and remember she used to chase after me playing nurse,” Cyber continued to muse to his invisible conversation partner.
! Trapped’s face scrunched up as she kicked a nearby stretcher towards the doctor to shut him up before he dug up any more embarrassing incidents that, as far as she was concerned, should have never happened. The stretcher went skidding across the floor, crashing squarely into Cyber and knocking him back next to one of the shelves where medicine bottles and equipment shook dangerously from the ricochet. The doctor reached over quickly to steady it just before one of the boxes of large syringes went tumbling down.
! “Hey hey hey!” he turned to glare at her, “Watch it Ms. Non-existent fuse, these are expensive!
! “Cyber,” Trapped sighed, leaning back onto one of the medical tables nearby, “I don’t have time for your messed up humor. If these are all of the records, I’m going to take them and go.”
! “What’s up your ass?” Cyber grumbled, pushing the stretcher away, “You’re going to end up an old woman, all alone except for her 139 cats.”
! “Yeah, and you’re going to end up behind bars under multiple charges of stalking and sexual assault,” she shot back.
“Yeah, well that’s better than ending up a naggy old bag screeching at kids to get off her yard while crows fly over the house and the sun disappears in fear.”
! Trapped flinched slightly, feeling the sudden urge to punch something and a vein throbbing just above her eye.
! “I forgot that just being in the same room as you can sap a person’s patience and sanity,” she snapped back, “I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to scatterbrained perverted quack doctors.”
! “Well then, I hope you’re not allergic to nuts, ‘cause I like to rest mine on the table,” Cyber continued volleying insults, almost in laughing by now, and practically completely ignoring her. Trapped froze, a series of expressions flashing across her face from shock to disgust to utter disbelief. The rational part of her brain was screaming at her again, saying he was just joking. But as long as there was even a 1% part that dreaded that possibility, it was impossible not to feel completely violated just by touching the table, which she had shot straight up away from without thinking. By this point Cyber was too busy laughing at the look on her face to notice the murderous glint of moonlight against her glasses. The last thing he did remember noticing was a black boot flying straight towards his face.
! “GO DIE YOU PERVERT!!”