Magic!

[keire_ke]

Now I know for sure why I never considered becoming a doctor. Had the nicest meeting with a friend who's just about to start her second year in medical school, and- Let me tell you, it's as bad as they say. Firstly, I'm not being in memorizing department. Oh sure, I can learn poems, definitions, formulas, even random pages of a book really quick (yay for my memory!), but I hate it. Just physically hate it. Memorizing is stupid. That's one.

Number two would be, I would thrown up if anyone tried showing me an actual arm of an actual person. Yes, the arm/leg/head alone. Skinned. Or cut in half (in case of the head).

Never, ever would consider med school.

“What a complete idiot,” Heero griped internally, even as he grabbed Duo’s hand and pulled sharply, resulting in them both losing their balance and falling to the – for a lack of better term – floor.

 

The red fireball passed over their heads, in no apparent rush.

 

“I really do appreciate the sentiment, but I think it’s neither time nor place for this,” Heero heard the exorcist say. He blinked. The shot up, dropping the other’s arm as if it burned.

 

“What kind of an idiot are you!” he yelled. “Do you plan on standing there and waiting for something to kill you?” Duo sat cross legged, and stared up, his eyes twinkling. Were Heero familiar with children, he would have recognised that look as the one classified by parents world-wide as ‘pure mischief’, one that clearly stated the child in question is about to ask where do babies come from.

 

“Were you worried about me?” he questioned innocently.

 

“Hell, no!” Heero spat back, trying in vain to hide the flush on his face. “You’re too annoying to be worried about.”

 

“Ah, I do hear that a lot,” the longhaired man chuckled. Quite soon though his voice lost the teasing amusement note. “You needn’t have worried. I doubt whatever-it-was was actually trying to kill me.”

 

“And just why the hell no? You’re bothersome enough for anyone to want to strangle you randomly.”

 

“Could be, could be. Though it’s not as simple, when they try that inside an illusion such as this one,” Duo explained, casting a thoughtful look at the piece of paper he was still holding. “The intention of the caster is always reflected in such a space, and I feel no animosity or hostility. If anything, I’d say the caster is amused.”

 

“Yeah, right. What are you, a mood ring?”

 

“Nope. Just mildly psychic.” The went that infuriating grin again. “Which is why I think this space is so weird. You need so much energy just to create it, never mind managing, why would anyone bother, only to play a prank.” The violet eyes never left the small paper slip, tracing the pencil patterns intently.

 

“Have you ever dealt with something like this before?”

 

“Yes. Twice.”

 

“And?”

 

“The first time I was forced to break it. I was hospitalised afterwards, and the shed ended up in splinters. Took me ages to get back into shape. The other time I managed to subdue the caster, but the end results still weren’t pretty.” The man got to his feet in one fluid motion. “Alright. Let’s try and find an exit now.”

 

“What should I look for, a green-white lighted neon?”

 

“Anything out of place,” Duo called back, ignoring the obvious sarcasm in his client’s voice.

 

Heero made a show of raising a brow and taking a good look around. “Out of place?” he enquired dryly, gesturing to the black void filled with floating white flames and an occasional ball of fire.

 

“Whaddya know, he actually has a sense of humour!” the black-clad man exclaimed cheerfully. “There might still be hope for you, man! Now shush, we need some threads to grasp on to.” Quickly he picked up the jotter again, and scratched several complicated symbols, along with his name, on four pages in a row. Stretching out an open palm, he stilled, again murmuring words Heero couldn’t quite hear. The architect watched with growing disbelief as the paper started crumpling on Duo’s palm, morphing into- something weird.

 

Once the exorcist finished, there were four of those weird dragon-bird-fairy things seated on his palm, pale as they paper they were created from. “Off with you,” their creator said lightly. “I need an exit.” The creature hurried to comply, disappearing in four different directions almost immediately.

 

“You didn’t just do that!” Heero said in disbelief, more irritated than anything else. “It’s impossible.” Duo gave him an incredulous stare.

 

“We are,” he said punctuating each syllable with a poke to the other man’s chest, “inside a spirit-space. Just what do you think is so impossible?” The blue-eyed man glared back, hard.

 

“There is no such thing as magic. There are no such things as ghosts. I’m sure there is a logical explanation for all this.”

 

“By all means, if you find one, I would very much wish to hear it. Until then, I’ll rely on my magic tricks, that works with you?” The only answer he got was a low growl.

Comments

[seraphim-grace.livejournal.com]

i have a friend who's an embalmer and she can tell some really very funny stories about trainee doctors coming to see the embalming and they have to slit their throats and press down on their stomachs to get the air out, and apparently more than one doctor has quit over the resulting groan.
although there is one story she tells about a man in socks, shorts and a bedcap she refers to as the smurf.

[theotherdigit.livejournal.com]

Yey for more fic-ness =^_^=! *cheers* And lookie... *agrees with Duo* Heero has sense of humour after all XP.

I have a friend who's been wanting to become a doctor for like... Forever. Studied damn hard in high-school for it and got high 90s in all of her classes. But after volunteering on an amulance for a while she changed her mind and decided to go into either Biology or Chemistry instead, after a year in the army >_>.

[merula31]

*giggles* I think logic is pretty much out of the running there, Heero...

I really like this!