dreams.

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at a quarter after six a.m. shouichi was usually the first one at the clinic, so you can imagine his surprise when he discovers the back door is already unlocked. that means someone is early, because he's certain he'd properly locked up the night before. (he had a habit of triple checking things of that nature.) with a cardboard carrier full of coffee cups, he curiously peered down the dark hallway. "hello ...?" was it hoshizuki-san? or maybe yamada-san?

there was no one at the receptionist desk or waiting area, he discovers as he makes his rounds through each room to flick on the light switches. perhaps who ever had come in early needed to step out for a moment. it seemed logical enough; maybe they just forgot to lock the door. after stopping to turn on the air conditioning, there were only the examination rooms left. opening the door to room #3 and flipping the light switch, he was a bit shocked to see doctor iwamine in there.

"ah, sensei... i, uh. i have your coffee."

but he didn't answer. not right away. "doctor iwamine... ?"
shouichi took a few cautious steps forward before the doctor glances at him over his shoulder, a curt smile playing over his lips. "irie. come here."

not quite understanding, shouichi placed the drink carrier on the exam table before stepping around it. "is there something i can help you with, sir?"

"oh, no. it's nothing like that." shuu replied simply, taking delight in the exclamation of shock that forced itself out of shouichi once he finally saw. "sir-- " shouichi stammered, face white with horror. he stood frozen in place, watching his employer look at what appeared to be a large, writhing abscess from his abdomen. there was a hint of childish curiosity in his eyes, graciously overlapped with reckless disregard. "do you like it? i thought it fit to see how capable this human body was of accepting a few modifications."

fleshy limbs seemed to spill out from under shuu's sweater vest, which had become impossibly stained with fresh blood. it looked as if he had grafted some sort of sea creature, like a squid to himself, the way it shifted and twitched at what appeared to be its own volition. mouth hanging open in shock, shouichi forced himself to approach shuu. there was no way he could survive like this, right? surely the doctor's body would inevitably reject it. "no-- " he choked, too overwhelmed to take his eyes off the mess in front of him. "we have to fix it." though shouichi himself was most certainly not a doctor and had little clue as to whether or not this sort of procedure could indeed be reversed.

while his stomach twisted itself into knots with anxiety, he presses himself forward to inspect the severity of the situation more closely. all the while, the doctor scoffed indignantly, turning up his nose. "honestly, i thought you would be more impressed." he brought his arms down to his sides, as if to present his new "addition" to shouichi more formally. "i happen to think it's rather fascinating."

"i'm not saying that it isn't-- " he replies, not sure where he should be staring any more. "but human bodies aren't resilient enough for this, you should reverse it while you still can -- " he would have continued, but he suddenly became distracted as one of the twitching limbs had prodded its way under his t-shirt and had began snaking its way around his waist. cringing with disgust, he tried to pull it off, his hand sliding against the slimy, rubbery surface. another limb approached, slapping itself around his wrist and again, on the opposite side. he was feeling frantic, now. emitting a distressed groan through clenched teeth, shouichi pulled against it with little consideration for doctor iwamine's state. "sir!"

he shouldn't have underestimated their strength, thinking he could fight back. essentially raw muscles, these writhing extensions pulled back, bringing shouichi to his knees in an instant.

shuu watches this, obviously intrigued by this chain of events.
his lips part softly, but he says nothing, for fear that he may distract it from whatever it had planned. and he really, really wanted to see what would happen to his poor, hapless employee. but once the delightful sounds of wet suction hit his ears he can't help but laugh. with another thick addition constricting around shouichi's neck, he coughs and gasps. no matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape this impossible grip. in his position he can only look up at doctor iwamine, wondering just how much control there was to be had over this situation. as he prepared to ask, however, his mouth was abruptly stuffed.

tongue instantly coated in a thick, membrane-like film, shouichi gagged. it was sticky and had a strong, almost vinegar-like taste that made his eyes water. the more he gasped around it and tried to protest, the more it filled his mouth and pushed down further into his throat. he was heaving against it, now, his reflex to vomit set off by his panic. though it did nothing but worsen his situation as the persistent intruder pushed its way in so far that he thought his jaw might break. and as his chest was rising and falling in a pathetic attempt to push air into his lungs, he whined. shuu lazily dragged his thin fingers up shouichi's overheated, quivering face, pushing on his forehead to tilt his head back. his smile was full of malice and excitement as he stroked through his employee's hair. "i think it likes you." a pause. "perhaps you shouldn't be so mean."

shouichi coughed, choking on this oversized intrusion and its sticky, slime-like secretion which only allowed it the opportunity to slide down further. too far, way too far oh, god











shouichi jolts upright in bed with a distressed yelp, impossibly tangled in his sheets. with blurry vision he looks down at his shaking hands and then at the dark room -- his room. with a ragged sigh, he rolls and reaches for his bedside table, blindly pawing around for his glasses and then his communication device to look at today's date.
may fourteenth 3:54 a.m.

that had definitely been the strangest dream gifted to him yet.