At Ease//Eruri//

//Chapter One//

He couldn't remember much of his past, nor what led to this, but the basics lead him to where he was going. A tall blonde, the age of 30, male, a doctorate in psychology and law enforcement. He knew it was a stretch, but it was what had most interested him. He was pushed so much to be a doctor in his younger years. He could remember every part of the human body, even if the corpse was missing parts, he would see the body as a puzzle with a missing piece. But he was never fully attuned to that, rather, the mind itself was the most compelling. The brain had so many parts, shocks, signals, it was a beauty to even think of it. He was a fanatic, someone with high hopes and honestly everything ahead of himself until he got wrapped in this world... Now the only question is, where to begin? Where could everything have shifted to which he stands here, in his own house, living with another man with the worst past, but... the most beautiful smile... He woke up to that smile every morning, he saw that smile grow in there and now it was for himself and only himself. Selfish? He knew it. He loved what was..no... is his... He loves what is his and after everything, he could never see a life without his insane little kitty ever again. It adds.. spice.. to say the least...

But, it's time to get to the whole story and nothing but the story. It was seemingly not so long ago. It feels as though ages have passed and maybe he has grown a few wrinkles from it, but, that has always seemed to go away with his rubbing... caressing.... It would easily calm himself down. It's hard to believe the insane could cure the sane... his soft fingers..so small... so delicate...he can remember holding his bruised hands.. his bloody hands but to see how much he has grown... he can say he falls harder and harder for him everytime he himself is with him.. his small frame. His sass. Everything about him made himself feel more alive....

Back to the point. He was fresh into college, about the age of 21.. if he can even recall that. His point, he was young, naive and looking for something to further his research, his career. He knew he wanted to work with the insane. He knew what he wanted and he was very driven towards it. He would remain composed, but this light in his eyes would show.. but never as much as the light he shows his love...

Continuing on. He can remember the countless emails he had sent out to the mental wards, all seeming so repetitive and so.. draining... He never got the responses he wanted, mostly responses wanting to make himself give this all up, but something drove him to one ward in particular. He doesn't know why... Sina was the worst of them all, that is where all the lunatics and the worst of the worst would go. He wasn't ready for this. There is no way! He is fresh into all this business, he can't drown himself from the beginning. None the less, he had decided to send the email as a way to give himself the ease, a way to which he knew would never leave his thick skull... it would ponder.... and ponder... As soon as he sent it, he felt the weight lift off his own shoulders.

With a deep sigh and a closing of his laptop, he rose from his chair, pushing in the wheeled thing as it slowly creaked its way in. With his work done for the day, he went to his kitchen to make himself dinner. The clock read 2 in the morning. He had classes tomorrow and he knew dinner this late was never a good idea, but it was needed. He wouldn't be settled until he completed all of his work. Making his usual Ramen, he made his way to the couch soon after. After his food was unpleasantly engulfed, he made his way to the shower, striping his large mass as he fixed himself a good cleaning. With the shower to boiling temperatures, he was able to clean himself rather quickly before he came out. Placing a towel on his blond locks, he rubs the undercut of his brown hair, the blonde gently resting upon his hands as he gets himself ready for bed.

With himself dressed and ready eventually, he had found the energy to leave the bathroom but dared to take a look into the mirror. He hated mirrors. They showed himself in a way to which was always so.. Demoralized. But, taking a glance for the sake of it, he could see the bags under his eyes. What he had feared. His age, so young, yet his eyes looking so old.. He shook the thought out of his head before he could turn off the lights and head to bed.

After looking to the endless ceiling for a horrid amount of time, he eventually began to drift to sleep, only to then hear his alarm go off. Opening his eyes, he couldn't find the will to wake up, but suddenly, a buzzing of his phone made his eyes shoot open. The email. Why was he excited though? He knew he would probably be rejected, but this feeling in his chest drove him insane, even having to hush himself calm, only to then look to his phone and see the Sina response. His eyes widened as he put his phone down immediately. Shaking his head in doubt, he arose from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He got cleaned and dressed in his usual manner. With himself nice and cleaned and dressed eventually, he made his way back to his fate. 'My last chance' he thought to himself, grasping his phone with much care before even daring to open the email. Closing his eyes, his heart began to beat so heavily in his chest, even he himself grew some concern about a possible heart attack. Looking about the blacks of his eyelids, he eventually found the courage to open the email but what he read, his eyes could only widen as he dropped his phone. "I-m... I made it...." he spoke to himself, unable to even speak of the horrifically good news.

He practically jumped in his shoes, overwhelmed with joy. But after celebrating, he found the courage to eventually pick up the thing, reading about a possible meeting to which he booked for tomorrow. God, he is so excited. He couldn't wait for tomorrow... He was bouncing up and down like a child, but as for right now, he knew he had much studying to do. He not only knew he needed to make sure he was fully ready for tomorrow, but rather kill the time of the remaining day.

His overwhelming joy made him practically shake, but only one question remained.. Why did they want to have this meeting so late at night...? He shook his head to the thought, simply rendering his brain to the distracting tasks to get himself through the day faster. This was his chance, this was finally his break that would give himself the experiences needed. But he could only wonder, why so quick? They must be looking.. It was the only thought that ran through his head. He tried to settle his thoughts as he distracted himself for the day, waiting for tomorrow evening to come as though it was a box being sent in the mail. His eyes constantly darted to the clock, the time going by tauntingly slow..

(A/N: I know this is a slow start, but every start has a slow start. The next chapter will pick up rather quickly to intrdoucing people and all, but the actual romance won't be starting for another few chapters. With time comes great things~. Comment how you like it so far and what you think will happen)