Letters From The Sky (JoongNine AU)

Chapter 3

Modern Day, Bangkok

Nine

"Hello?", a familiar voice was bombarding my ears, and I raised my head to look at the incoming patient. My heart was jumping so hard, my breath hitched, my hands shook slightly that the pen that I was holding fell onto the table. How long had I not seen this person in front me? Centuries...yes, I had avoided him for so long, only to see him again now. As an Angel of Life, I saw him being reborn, again and again, from life to life, throughout so many histories, living at many places.

Whenever he was reborn, I was sent down to earth too. Pining for the one that I could never be with. Since the last time I left him, looking at him through the Water of Destiny, going through his life liked a mad person, never loved anyone, dying alone, I swore to never let him be in the same predicament ever again. My heart hurt too much. But now, what is this? What changes the fate have for him this time?. Yes, interfering with life and death, The Master had already warned me of the consequences, it was liked a ripple effect that changed everything from the beginning. That Joong's book of fate was never definite, changed with consequences that was only control by him and him alone. That the only thing definite in there was his death, and only Areo knew when or how, for every rebirth; just liked only Areo knew when mine would be.

"Come...come in.. have a seat. How could I help you, Mr. Archen?", I tried to talk naturally but stutter still. My face remained compose, stoic and cold. I was trying to act professional, detached. This was common, liked meeting another patient, after this I won't see him again. I took a calming breath and waited until he was sitting on the chair besides my table. The last time I saw him he was just 16, now seeing him in adult years, he was taller, more built and the little scars was marring his skin here and there only add up to his rugged look. I knew him of course. He was the current action star that was scouted even by Hollywood, to be the next Asian heartthrob in the Hollywood Scene. Well, that height and look alone could attract many.

"Called me Joong, my close ones do that", he said with a smile, but I could see his eyebrows furrowed, his lips tightened liked trying to hold in something painful.

"Do you feel pain somewhere? Don't hold it in. I must know to be able to treat you right", I said because he seemed reluctant to talk.

"I need to go to the filming site after this. Could you just write off that I am okay? People are waiting...".

"Sorry, but I am not going to do that, because obviously you're not".

"I'll pay you".

"And this is when I should say, fuck-off, BUT, I am not going to do that to a sick person", I said, almost mad at the his pomposity to settle everything with money.

"A lot of people are waiting Doctor, I can't let people down. Sets are expensive, people worked their butt off before the actor comes, so I can't just be a whinny ass at the cost of others", he said, almost reprimanded me for my rudeness. So, I was wrong. It was not pomposity, but concern for others. Ah, even after centuries, my understanding of human heart was not complete.

"I'm sorry. But, please, let me look at what caused you to feel the pain first. After my assessment, then we'll see...". He relented, opened his shirt and turned around. I was gasping slightly, seeing black and blue marring half of his back, from his shoulder down to almost his hip. I ran my fingers at the bruises and saw his body flinched. "Even a light touch liked this is painful?", I asked dumbfounded.

"Err, no, but I'm..hmm.. ticklish there...", he said cheekily. My cheeks blushed a bit, and that caused him to laugh a little. I cleared my throat, and pulled my hand away. This was not right. Be professional. Yes, I am a Doctor, not one of his fans.