Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Snow ❯ (An Ace Ventura Joke) Laces Out... ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Serenitychan13 
Yeah... that was just a little bit sadistic. But if you've ever watched the Ace Ventura movies, you'll get it.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.10.2004 | Updated On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Yeah... that was just a little bit sadistic. But if you've ever watched the Ace Ventura movies, you'll get it.
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.10.2004 | Updated On: 08.15.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Things continued pretty much like that for about a week. Finally, the doctor was called back in to take a look at Souzou's wound. If it was time, he would take the stitches out today. Midori had taken Toshio to stay with Nanaka for the day and met the doctor at her front door.
"Hello Dr. Shimada," she said brightly.
"Good morning Mrs. Sagara," he replied. "I have a very good feeling about this. Has he been resting like I said he should?"
Midori rolled her eyes.
"He has been," she sighed. "But not without a lot more fuss than was necessary."
Dr. Shimada laughed as the two of them headed down the hall to see what needed to be done.
"I hope he hasn't given you too much trouble," he said, a note of grandfatherly teasing in his voice.
Midori laughed softly and slid the shoji open.
"Souzou, Dr. Shimada's here," she said quietly, motioning for the doctor to come in before sitting by her husband's side once again.
Souzou eyed the old man suspiciously. The last time he had seen him, he hadn't exactly been thrilled with what happened. The doctor had needed to check the stitches to see if they could be taken out within the week. Souzou's nerves protested painfully and Midori spent most of that session trying to keep him from swearing loud enough for people in Kyoto to hear him.
"Well, hello Mr. Sagara," said the doctor pleasantly. "I think I might be able to take those stitches out today."
Midori turned bright red at the string of growled expletives her husband was muttering under his breath. Normally he was sweet as sugar, but when he really got angry he could put a sailor to shame. He relaxed as he felt her touch his shoulder softly.
"Now you stop that," she scolded gently, poking his shoulder a couple of times. "He's right. He'll most likely be able to take them out today."
Souzou glared at the doctor and kept a firm hold on the blanket around his body. Midori rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder lightly.
"So no fuss," she said firmly. "You're acting like a child. Just let Dr. Shimada take a look at least!"
She looked at the doctor apologetically.
"I'm really sorry about this, Doctor," she said quietly. "I didn't think he'd give you this much trouble."
"Oh, don't worry about it," said the doctor lightly. "I've dealt with much worse."
Catching her husband off guard, Midori pulled the blanket off of him. With a defeated sigh, Souzou rolled his eyes and lay back with his hands behind his head. Midori smiled at him and stroked his cheek. Try as he might to keep glaring at both of them, he couldn't help but smile at her touch.
"It looks like you can handle him now," commented the doctor. "I need you to keep him still."
Midori leaned over to kiss her beloved's forehead and smooth his hair out. Souzou looked up at his wife with genuine fear obvious in his eyes. She held his hand, bringing it up to rest on her cheek. He winced as the doctor gave one of the stitches a light tug.
"I know the pulling may be a little uncomfortable," said the doctor sympathetically. "But that's a good sign. It means the wound has healed enough that it no longer needs stitches. Just like I thought; I'll be able to take them out today."
Souzou pulled his hand away from Midori's face, not wanting to hurt her by accident. She took his hand in both of hers and held it tightly, kissing his fingertips tenderly. He gasped softly as the first stitch came out.
"Squeeze my hand if you need to," Midori said quietly, her tone soothing. "You won't hurt me."
As the doctor continued removing stitches, Souzou's face grew pale and his eyelids fluttered. After recieving an affirmative nod from the doctor, Midori cradled her husband gently in her arms. At each little tug, his body stiffened and he bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. His teeth sank deeply into the soft flesh and blood ran from his lip. Midori picked up a clean cloth and gently wiped the small red trickle away.
"I'm almost done," said Dr. Shimada quietly. "Just one more."
At that one little pulling sensation, Souzou gave a soft cry and closed his eyes, going limp in his wife's arms. Midori was floored. Souzou just fainted. She held him close as the doctor cleaned the wound gently and wrapped new bandages around him. When he finished, Dr. Shimada looked at the young man, out cold, and scratched his head.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect that," he commented. "Don't worry about it. Apparently he just has a weak stomach. He should be alright in a few minutes."
Midori nodded gratefully at the kind old man with a whispered thank you. He smiled and left the room, genuinely glad that the small family was going to be alright. Missy looked at him expectantly as he approached the cart, an almost feline question-look her warm brown eyes.
"Everything's fine, old girl," he said quietly, fiddling with her long, velvety ears. "He's going to be alright."
He could have sworn the donkey smiled as she flipped her ears away from his hands. The old jennet headed back the way she came, towards the town. She was well overdue for a good meal and a nap.
Midori was still in shock. Souzou had actually fainted. For some reason, she found herself fighting the urge to laugh. He tried to be so strong all the time and here he was, out of it just because of a few stitches being removed. She smoothed his bangs and whispered mostly unintelligible words of comfort in his ear.
Just as Dr. Shimada said, Souzou started coming around within about five minutes. His face was starting to regain its normal light tan coloration and his breathing had eased up. Gently, Midori shifted him up closer to her and leaned down to kiss him. As her mouth touched his, she saw his dark brown eyes flutter open. One more quick kiss and she let him lay back in her arms and relax.
"What happened?" he asked softly, seeming a bit dazed still.
"You fainted," she replied, smiling a little. "But you're alright now. The stitches are out and you should be able to get up in another day or two."
"Oh," he said, still looking like he wasn't entirely aware of what was going on.
"Just rest, darling," whispered Midori, stroking his chest. "I'll stay right here with you."
From where he was, Souzou nuzzled his cheek against her stomach, a peaceful smile on his face. Midori smiled and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer of thanks that her husband was alright. The two of them stayed that way until Souzou started fully returning to his senses.
"Agh, my head..." moaned Souzou, pressing a hand to his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he shifted in his wife's arms. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Shh, it's alright," Midori said quietly, placing one finger on his lips. "You're just waking up."
He settled against her with a sigh, his hand still on his forehead. After a while, the throbbing in his head eased up and he found that he could open his eyes without discomfort. Midori smiled at him, taking his hand and pressing a gentle kiss on his palm.
"So how is it?" he asked softly, having not been fully conscious the first time he asked.
"You'll be able to get up in about two days, if that much," she replied with a smile. "The stitches are out and you're healing up just like you're supposed to be."
"I'm so glad I have you with me," said Souzou, his words slightly muffled because he was snuggling against her stomach. "If I passed out just from this with you here, I would have probably died if you hadn't been beside me."
Midori tightened her arms around him.
"Don't you even joke like that," she whispered fiercely, the tears in her eyes escaping. "Don't you know that I almost lost you? You would have bled to death if I hadn't gone for help when I did. I can't imagine life without you..."
Souzou reached up to return his wife's embrace. Tenderly, he began kissing her tears away. As the last tiny droplet disappeared on his lips, he tilted her face toward his.
"Don't worry," he said quietly, his voice low and deep. "I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere."
Midori smiled shakily at him.
"Does that mean you won't be leaving again?" she asked hopefully.
His smile faded and he couldn't meet her eyes.
"Honey, I'm sorry---" he started, but Midori cut him off.
"No!" she cried, clinging to him and shaking. "Souzou, you can't do that to your family! If not for me, then stay here for Toshio!"
He let her hold him, keeping his arms around her and stroking her back. Her tears fell on his bare skin, bringing tears to his own eyes. He pressed a kiss to her lips, tasting the tears that had run into her mouth.
"Midori, I don't want to leave," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking and not succeeding. "You know that. But I must. Just hopefully not anytime soon..."
She buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing and shaking more violently. The tears in his own eyes escaped, falling on her hair. He lay back, listening to her cry and letting his own pain out. His shoulders were shaking and his breath was ragged. Dark brown eyes shone with tears yet to be shed.
His hold on Midori was as desperate as her hold on him.
"Don't go," begged Midori. "Don't leave me... Don't..."
Souzou bowed his head, knowing what he had to do and hating it.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispered. "But the Sekihoutai needs me. I'm their leader."
"Toshio and I need you too," countered his wife.
"Listen, Midori," he said firmly. "I love you and Toshio more than anything in this whole damn world. I love you more than my own life. The only reason I accepted the Imperialists' offer was so that I could protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Touched, but not reassured, Midori continued to cry softly. Souzou did the only thing he could: he held her and let her cry, his own tears mixing with hers on his skin. Midori cried herself to sleep and he cried until he thought he would suffocate because his chest hurt so badly.
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"Hello Dr. Shimada," she said brightly.
"Good morning Mrs. Sagara," he replied. "I have a very good feeling about this. Has he been resting like I said he should?"
Midori rolled her eyes.
"He has been," she sighed. "But not without a lot more fuss than was necessary."
Dr. Shimada laughed as the two of them headed down the hall to see what needed to be done.
"I hope he hasn't given you too much trouble," he said, a note of grandfatherly teasing in his voice.
Midori laughed softly and slid the shoji open.
"Souzou, Dr. Shimada's here," she said quietly, motioning for the doctor to come in before sitting by her husband's side once again.
Souzou eyed the old man suspiciously. The last time he had seen him, he hadn't exactly been thrilled with what happened. The doctor had needed to check the stitches to see if they could be taken out within the week. Souzou's nerves protested painfully and Midori spent most of that session trying to keep him from swearing loud enough for people in Kyoto to hear him.
"Well, hello Mr. Sagara," said the doctor pleasantly. "I think I might be able to take those stitches out today."
Midori turned bright red at the string of growled expletives her husband was muttering under his breath. Normally he was sweet as sugar, but when he really got angry he could put a sailor to shame. He relaxed as he felt her touch his shoulder softly.
"Now you stop that," she scolded gently, poking his shoulder a couple of times. "He's right. He'll most likely be able to take them out today."
Souzou glared at the doctor and kept a firm hold on the blanket around his body. Midori rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder lightly.
"So no fuss," she said firmly. "You're acting like a child. Just let Dr. Shimada take a look at least!"
She looked at the doctor apologetically.
"I'm really sorry about this, Doctor," she said quietly. "I didn't think he'd give you this much trouble."
"Oh, don't worry about it," said the doctor lightly. "I've dealt with much worse."
Catching her husband off guard, Midori pulled the blanket off of him. With a defeated sigh, Souzou rolled his eyes and lay back with his hands behind his head. Midori smiled at him and stroked his cheek. Try as he might to keep glaring at both of them, he couldn't help but smile at her touch.
"It looks like you can handle him now," commented the doctor. "I need you to keep him still."
Midori leaned over to kiss her beloved's forehead and smooth his hair out. Souzou looked up at his wife with genuine fear obvious in his eyes. She held his hand, bringing it up to rest on her cheek. He winced as the doctor gave one of the stitches a light tug.
"I know the pulling may be a little uncomfortable," said the doctor sympathetically. "But that's a good sign. It means the wound has healed enough that it no longer needs stitches. Just like I thought; I'll be able to take them out today."
Souzou pulled his hand away from Midori's face, not wanting to hurt her by accident. She took his hand in both of hers and held it tightly, kissing his fingertips tenderly. He gasped softly as the first stitch came out.
"Squeeze my hand if you need to," Midori said quietly, her tone soothing. "You won't hurt me."
As the doctor continued removing stitches, Souzou's face grew pale and his eyelids fluttered. After recieving an affirmative nod from the doctor, Midori cradled her husband gently in her arms. At each little tug, his body stiffened and he bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. His teeth sank deeply into the soft flesh and blood ran from his lip. Midori picked up a clean cloth and gently wiped the small red trickle away.
"I'm almost done," said Dr. Shimada quietly. "Just one more."
At that one little pulling sensation, Souzou gave a soft cry and closed his eyes, going limp in his wife's arms. Midori was floored. Souzou just fainted. She held him close as the doctor cleaned the wound gently and wrapped new bandages around him. When he finished, Dr. Shimada looked at the young man, out cold, and scratched his head.
"Well, I certainly didn't expect that," he commented. "Don't worry about it. Apparently he just has a weak stomach. He should be alright in a few minutes."
Midori nodded gratefully at the kind old man with a whispered thank you. He smiled and left the room, genuinely glad that the small family was going to be alright. Missy looked at him expectantly as he approached the cart, an almost feline question-look her warm brown eyes.
"Everything's fine, old girl," he said quietly, fiddling with her long, velvety ears. "He's going to be alright."
He could have sworn the donkey smiled as she flipped her ears away from his hands. The old jennet headed back the way she came, towards the town. She was well overdue for a good meal and a nap.
Midori was still in shock. Souzou had actually fainted. For some reason, she found herself fighting the urge to laugh. He tried to be so strong all the time and here he was, out of it just because of a few stitches being removed. She smoothed his bangs and whispered mostly unintelligible words of comfort in his ear.
Just as Dr. Shimada said, Souzou started coming around within about five minutes. His face was starting to regain its normal light tan coloration and his breathing had eased up. Gently, Midori shifted him up closer to her and leaned down to kiss him. As her mouth touched his, she saw his dark brown eyes flutter open. One more quick kiss and she let him lay back in her arms and relax.
"What happened?" he asked softly, seeming a bit dazed still.
"You fainted," she replied, smiling a little. "But you're alright now. The stitches are out and you should be able to get up in another day or two."
"Oh," he said, still looking like he wasn't entirely aware of what was going on.
"Just rest, darling," whispered Midori, stroking his chest. "I'll stay right here with you."
From where he was, Souzou nuzzled his cheek against her stomach, a peaceful smile on his face. Midori smiled and closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer of thanks that her husband was alright. The two of them stayed that way until Souzou started fully returning to his senses.
"Agh, my head..." moaned Souzou, pressing a hand to his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he shifted in his wife's arms. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Shh, it's alright," Midori said quietly, placing one finger on his lips. "You're just waking up."
He settled against her with a sigh, his hand still on his forehead. After a while, the throbbing in his head eased up and he found that he could open his eyes without discomfort. Midori smiled at him, taking his hand and pressing a gentle kiss on his palm.
"So how is it?" he asked softly, having not been fully conscious the first time he asked.
"You'll be able to get up in about two days, if that much," she replied with a smile. "The stitches are out and you're healing up just like you're supposed to be."
"I'm so glad I have you with me," said Souzou, his words slightly muffled because he was snuggling against her stomach. "If I passed out just from this with you here, I would have probably died if you hadn't been beside me."
Midori tightened her arms around him.
"Don't you even joke like that," she whispered fiercely, the tears in her eyes escaping. "Don't you know that I almost lost you? You would have bled to death if I hadn't gone for help when I did. I can't imagine life without you..."
Souzou reached up to return his wife's embrace. Tenderly, he began kissing her tears away. As the last tiny droplet disappeared on his lips, he tilted her face toward his.
"Don't worry," he said quietly, his voice low and deep. "I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere."
Midori smiled shakily at him.
"Does that mean you won't be leaving again?" she asked hopefully.
His smile faded and he couldn't meet her eyes.
"Honey, I'm sorry---" he started, but Midori cut him off.
"No!" she cried, clinging to him and shaking. "Souzou, you can't do that to your family! If not for me, then stay here for Toshio!"
He let her hold him, keeping his arms around her and stroking her back. Her tears fell on his bare skin, bringing tears to his own eyes. He pressed a kiss to her lips, tasting the tears that had run into her mouth.
"Midori, I don't want to leave," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking and not succeeding. "You know that. But I must. Just hopefully not anytime soon..."
She buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing and shaking more violently. The tears in his own eyes escaped, falling on her hair. He lay back, listening to her cry and letting his own pain out. His shoulders were shaking and his breath was ragged. Dark brown eyes shone with tears yet to be shed.
His hold on Midori was as desperate as her hold on him.
"Don't go," begged Midori. "Don't leave me... Don't..."
Souzou bowed his head, knowing what he had to do and hating it.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispered. "But the Sekihoutai needs me. I'm their leader."
"Toshio and I need you too," countered his wife.
"Listen, Midori," he said firmly. "I love you and Toshio more than anything in this whole damn world. I love you more than my own life. The only reason I accepted the Imperialists' offer was so that I could protect you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Touched, but not reassured, Midori continued to cry softly. Souzou did the only thing he could: he held her and let her cry, his own tears mixing with hers on his skin. Midori cried herself to sleep and he cried until he thought he would suffocate because his chest hurt so badly.
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