My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Sixty-One: Mr. and Mrs. Zoe

After months of searching, without Shiroken's knowledge, Shuu was able to find a married couple. The two were doctors, obsessed with science and the human body. If anyone was going to be able to fix Shiroken's eye sight, it would be them.

Mr. and Mrs. Zoe. 

He hadn't told Shiroken about them yet, he just scheduled an appointment. Shuu didn't want to get the guy's hopes up, although, Shuu was the one actually expecting something from them.

"You're what?" Shiroken stared at the blob of color. They were in a cafe, he should have expected that Shuu would take him here, just for the clinic across the street. 

"I'm taking you to the doctor," Shuu repeated, taking a sip of his beverage.

"Shuu," Shiroken brought a hand to his temple. Why was this necessary? Couldn't he just accept the fact Shiroken would lose his vision? This was why he hadn't told his brothers, they would try to do this very same thing.

"You can't talk me out of it, this is happening," Shuu stated, "if it doesn't work, then, I won't try to look for someone else. You have to at least try," he pleaded. Shiroken nodded, he would do at least that. Hope for the best but prepare for the worst, like he had done all of his life.

The two walked hand in hand, crossing the street to get to the clinic. It was a small place on the outside, but huge on the inside. Was it actually some sort of hospital? How did they afford all of this equipment?

"Ah, you must be Ken Kaneki," a female, from what Shuu could tell, walked up to them. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail and she was wearing glasses, that looked more like goggles. She cupped the boy's face and stared at his eyes, making various approving, and disapproving noises.

"Nope, I have absolutely no idea how to do that operation," she announced proudly before continuing, "I don't work with the body, I work with the mind," she smiled. The female grabbed Shiroken's hand and led him into a room, sitting him down on the table she walked out. Shuu sat in the chair, crossing his legs. Was this actually a bad idea?

The lady returned, with a male at her side. The male had dark brown hair too, and a huge grin on his face. 

"Hello," he said, "I'm Dr. Lenny Zoe, this here is my wife, Dr. Hanji Zoe," he introduced himself before walking over to Shiroken, shining some lights and things into his eyes. He asked a few questions before making his conclusion. Shuu only sat there watching the scene unfold.

"I might be able to save your sight," he spoke. Shiroken waited, expecting there to be some catch, "I'm almost 90% certain I can save at least one of your eyes. Your left eye, however, will be a little tricky," he frowned.

"Well, you know our motto, 'if you can't fix it, replace it'," Hanji laughed.

Lenny smiled, "true, either way, you'll be able to see again, even if your eyes weren't yours originally."

Shuu frowned, these two seemed a bit odd to be doctors. Where would they get new eyes anyway? Did the donated organs from people that died get sent to people like this? He shouldn't be worrying about that, Shiroken had hope for recovery, that was all that mattered.

Shiroken smiled, something Shuu hadn't seen in a while, "are you certain?" he asked. 

"Absolutely positive," the doctors smiled back, "I can do the surgery today, but your eyes will need a few weeks to recover in bandages before you get the results."

Shiroken looked to Shuu, since the purple-haired male would be the one paying for all of this, he waited eagerly for his decision. Shuu was the one that brought him here, with full intentions of getting his sight back, he wouldn't change his mind now.

"How much will that cost?" Shuu asked. Even though the amount wouldn't change his decision, he still wanted know.

"Oh, we don't require money," Hanji answered.

"You'll just owe us a favor," Lenny finished the sentence. The two smiled, completely in sync with one another. Their smile looked more like a smirk, hiding the evil motives behind a cheery grin. Shuu was having second thoughts about these shady doctors. Were they a part of some gang or something? Did they trade in information? Shuu was reminded of Izaya and his doctor friend Shinra. Were these two similar? Or worse?

Lenny and Hanji prepped themselves and Shiroken for the operation, leaving Shuu in the waiting room. The waiting was antagonizing, he just wanted to leave but he couldn't. The silent prison that held him captive. The clock was too loud, he could hear the ticking with each second. Were they done yet? How long was this going to take? 

Looking at the clock, only 5 minutes had passed. Sighing, he continued to wait. There weren't even any magazines here to flip through. He should have brought his own. Why didn't he think of that? With only his mind, things spiraled out of control. Shuu sat there thinking the worst.

What if the procedure failed?

What if it all went terribly wrong?

What if Shiroken died?

He wouldn't be able to live with himself.

5 more minutes passed, Shuu's leg bobbed up and down, his fingers tapped his knee. Two people walked in, a girl and a guy.

"I wish you'd have just bit your tongue off and bled to death. Of course you would bite it trying to talk while jogging," the girl rolled her eyes and sat down. The male sat beside her, blood dripping from his mouth. Shuu tried not to stare but he couldn't help it. Did that happen to the stranger a lot?

He continued to watch the two newcomers argue, it was a lot more entertaining then what he had been doing. Time passed quickly now and Shiroken came out of the room albeit wobbly. Bandages wrapped around his head.

"Come again soon," Hanji said, waving as the two left, Shuu guiding Shiroken each step of the way.

"Do you think it'll work?" Shiroken questioned.

"It better work," Shuu responded.

A/N: HANJI ZOE *squeals* I couldn't figure out the perfect partner for her...(yes Hanji is a girl because I haven't read the manga and am used to seeing Hanji as a her) so I used one of my OCs 

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