Minato stormed toward the washroom door without any more argument. But when he was near the handle. Suddenly, he felt a pull and he retreated a bit.
He looked behind with his red eyes. Shimizu was holding his hand tightly. He tried to jerk off but the hold was tight—making him feel helpless. He rubs his neck. After so many tries to pull off his wrist, he finally surrenders instead it makes it worse. His stomach starts to hurt again. Tsked.
Minato's voice was cold as ice and with a straight face he said, "What now? I tell you to stop it."
"Just…"
Shimizu's voice was much lower than usual. Minato felt weird. What is happening? Shit my stomach aches are increasing. That's why I don't like shouting and want to control my emotions. Shimizu tightens his grip more, which makes Minato's hand hurt. Minato looked at Shimizu with a twitched look.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like that? Are you a kid or what? How many times do I need to teach you, stop being a kid."
Minato's patience became thinner by the time. Shimizu silently looked into his eyes, his eyes looking at me also… terrified. Something is wrong. Minato retreated backward, but Shimizu forced him to stay still. Minato flinched. From his head a drop of sweat fell into the ground from pain or by the suspense..
"Why… are you not answering."
Minato hesitantly said. Covered in sweat—the atmosphere was gloomy again. Not knowing what to do. He grabs the shimizu fingers and tries to break free—with his full strength.
When he touched his fingers to free himself but the grip tightened. Minato in pain he mumbled in his breath, "It hurts."
His stomach and wrist started hurting at the same time. He painfully repeated—it's making unbearable. Stomach pain wasn't enough so god had to give me wrist pain too. What luck I have!
"It hurts. Are you listening?! To me. It hurts. Let go."
Shimizu instantly loosened his grip on Minato's wrist after realizing—he slowly let go like he still wanted to grip but controlling himself.
Minato pulled back his hand, holding his brushed wrist by another—breathing heavily in pain. Minato looked hurt. He was holding his tears to not fall.
"I-I–I do—don't mean to."
Shimizu shuttered in fear. He fell to his knees, "I don't k–know what is happening. I just w–want to have a go–good talk with you–u. When you come to my ho–home for the fi–fi—first time. I was happy"
Shimizu grabbed his hair roughly, his tears falling into his trembling hand. How can I grab him like that? I didn't mean to. I just want to stop him. I–I hurt Minato! Impossible! It's unforgivable. What am I doing??? I can't understand anything.
"I just wanted to talk to you—alone and in a quiet place where no one hears us, just you and me. I want to give you my home tour. But you collapse. Doctor. Shouting. Depression. I–I… can't understand it. Now you are scolding me like I'm doing something."
Shimizu whispers. His breath was echoing in the room. Minato looked at him with less anger. He sighed. Why does he always like that?
"Okay. I am not scolding you. So stop being a baby and—" Minato leaned toward the kneeled man. He wiped his tears, "Sit on the bed for a moment. I am just going to the washroom dude. I am not going anywhere. Understand?"
Shimizu gazed at Minato with hopeful eyes and nodded softly. Minato stands and strokes his hand—softly.
Suddenly, he feels something on his hand.
He turned directly into the washroom. He locked it instantly after giving a gentle smile to him.
He looked at the mirror—he was panting. He looked at his trembled hand filled with his hair. His eyes were trembling with fear.
"Doctor definitely said that—" He clutched a bunch of hair. "But I was not expecting that in my case."
It's common by the way… but it's not happening with me so I thought I am a special case. How can a person be that stupid.
He takes a support by holding the boundary of the sink and shakes his head—slowly. Wanting to escape reality and live in peace just for a minute is enough for him. He smiled and slowly gaze at the image forming in front of him.
He looked at the mirror where his hair fell. It's… He doesn't have a word left. He wasn't expecting that would happen in that kind of situation. I think I can hide it. Yeah!
He hid his bald area with other hairs. He splashed water into his face. So I am depressed. I don't even know myself. Woah! And that doctor had to tell me in front of Shimizu. Fuck it's sucks. I can't even tell him about the matter in my life. If I tell he's gonna beat lion or something. I know fully well.
Let's relax for now. He takes a few heavy breaths, "Relax ya that's it." He mumbled to himself. Again splashing some more water into his face.
He laughed more;
"I can't understand any of it. Why does it always happen to me?"
Minato was trying his best to calm himself but failing miserably.
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Shimizu looked at the closed door where Minato disappeared behind it.
"I don't think he's angry now. Right????" He lowered his head while grabbing his head, "Even if he is I don't care. I can persuade him anyway." He smirked. Suddenly he became silent, lowering his voice making a serious face he mumbled, "He's also not going to tell me about his secrets. I am going to find it. How many times are you going to hide? From. me."
He determinedly clenched his fist. Yeah that's it. I need to ask the doctor or I need to ask 'him'.. Hm… if Minato didn't tell me then I am sure he told 'him'! Obviously he loves 'him' more than me. I don't know what he sees on that bastard.
[notes:- 'Him' refers to Lion.]
He takes his phone out from his pocket. Calling the doctor. Shimizu wants to meet him and ask him about Minato. The doctor surprisingly accepted it immediately. Obviously he offered him a bunch of money but I think it was a private talk between Minato and that doctor about how he accepted it!---quickly. It is really a normal conversation or… hm… My brain's not working, I forgot it… yeah.
Shimizu satisfiedly smiled, "Now only one thing left. I haven't checked the husband-in-law for a year now. So… let's meet him but when."
He scratched his hair. He looks forward, avert his gaze a little and notices a mirror. He stood up—taking a few steps toward the mirror.
He grabbed his chin with a pleased look on his smug face.
"Am I not too handsome for someone?"
He starts flexing his muscles. Making different kinds of poses. I gained so many muscles. Hehehe I can crush anyone with my single finger with this kind of muscle. Hahaha. Then I am going to be the one and only powerful in the world. Minato is gonna choose me while seeing 'him' to be defeated by my single finger. Realizing he was wrong. That bastard can't even face me for a minute. How can he even save my Minato? He he he he.
Shimizu laughed—nodding to himself delicately.
"But why does he choose him when I am here? Right in front of him. The strongest one."
Shimizu sadly shook his head, confused. How he didn't notice a charming man like me. So sad. I think his eye sight is bad.
"Sigh—Minato has bad eye sight. Yep."
He laughed crazing, hitting the mirror with his fist. He remembered something and said something. He's cute when he is angry or talks with me but…
"He's too short." perfect for me. Hehehe, he weirdly laughed.
"AHEM!!!!!"
Shimizu backend. Am i hearing things now, huh… his gaze moved toward the figure behind him, black aura was covering the figure while his eyes were red as blood as demon. He rubbed his eyes roughly with both hands. Am I seeing things too?
"Are you trying to ignore me, Shi-mi-zu?"
Shimizu dramatically turned—slowly. Wasting Minato time. Hm… why did the atmosphere change so much?
"You called me. Shi-mi-zu. So I am here. But I can't clearly see you."
Minato made a sorrowful look on his face while shaking it slowly. He asked. He takes one step forward while Shimizu takes one step backward.
"I can't even see your face because I am short too. So sad right? Why… you said those ungrateful words to my face."
Minato's voice was lower. Too low. He takes a few steps forward, Shimizu going backward with every Minato take until he reaches the deadline. The mirror. Minato slammed his hand in the mirror, blocking every step to not give a gao for escaping. Shimizu was trapped. They were too close. I didn't say it in your face. You lier. Shimizu screamed inside.
Minato was not able to see Shimizu's face because he was too tall. If he sees it I don't think he is definitely going to kill him. I can't save him.
Shimizu was smiling. Seeing Minato too close to him while trying to trap him but failing miserably from above his head. He silently hugged him gently—patting his head.
"HEY… I AM NOT JOKING RIGHT NOW. LET GO!"
Shimizu figures the atmosphere but does not let go.
"Come on. I am not making fun of you. I am sorry."
Shimizu slowly loosened his hold. Letting Minato go. He looked at Minato's face which was not good at all.
He wiped the sweat from his head; He awkwardly smiled. He pushed Minato a little and made him sit on the bed. Minato confusedly glaring at me. What is he doing now? Making me more angry than his weird actions. Weird!
Shimizu yawned. He looked at his phone—it was two pm already. He massaged his head. So stressed! I need to go to work. He looked at Minato. I don't think he needs to.
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Ten minutes ago;
Minato called the doctor he was appointed to. They decided to meet him on Friday.
Minato was not able to explain everything but he gave a summary about his symptoms. The doctor scolded him too much and gave him a speech in every word.
That he already told him to meet three days a week. But Minato forgot about that. This time the doctor gave him a last chance saying 'You are coming to the hospital or I am going to your home directly.'
Minato agreed to the first one. He is going to meet. The doctor has guts. He threatened me.
I am a little scared. If I get that much coldness in the simple phone call then what's going to happen to me when I meet him.
At the end of the call. The doctor said, "You want to live your life right?"
Those lines were so confusing. Who doesn't want to live right? I want to?? Right???
He confusedly opened the door. Then he hears the most angered things in his life. He had bad eye sight… when and how. But the second one was a little right but hello mr. eye sight. Which fueled the fire in him and he laughed toward the Shimizu.
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"Shimizu, I want to take a leave on Friday."
"Now where does it come from? You are already absent too much. When you come, your health is always bad."
"Hmph"
Minato pouted, "I need to go to meet my doctor."
"Doctor—"
"Don't ask me further. I am going to slice your tongue right now."
Minato angrily warned Shimizu.
"Okay.. but—" Shimizu paused in the middle. He got the opportunity to meet 'him'. Oh yeah I got a chance, what luck I have! I think I am the most favorite child of the god too but why he don't help me in my love life also?
"Okay but inform me about everything. I am worried so…" Shimizu mumbled half in a dream, half in reality.
Minato nodded. Shimizu starts walking toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
Minato shouted from behind.
"Where? I am going to my room to sleep. I am not like you."
"Okay… okay" Minato quietly nodded to himself.
Shimizu stops right outside the door.
"But you have to accept that you are short."
"What do I need to do to accept it?" Minato quickly fixed his look on Shimizu.
"It's simple. You try to dominate me with your little height, it's not gonna work in my case.?"
Shimizu slammed the door—playfully. He laughed evilly in the hallway. Even from the room Minato can hear it as he runs away quickly.
"You jerk. I am not going to forgive you. Just come say that word in front of my face then I am going to accept your manlihood."
Minato shouted behind Shimizu while sitting. He silently smiled. He's not going to change. He leaned on the bed and closed his eyes. I just want to live in that small world that he was in.
He silently said, "Stupid."
He fell into his dream afterward;
TO BE CONTINUED.