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Omne Initium Est Difficile; Every Beginning is Difficult
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Sterile, not sterile...

Potential breeding grounds for bacteria lay surrounding the baby-faced doctor. A royal blue carpet, wooden walls with indented lines separating the panels, not to mention the potted plants that seemed to mark every corner. It was difficult to return to daily life after spending countless hours in the world’s most sterile environment. All at once, germs were ready to pounce. At the grocery store, home, hell, even in the local funeral home, just as it so happened to be.

Jirou’s muscles tensed as two medium blue orbs fell upon the closed casket. It had been that way since they arrived. Probably for the best, the good doctor acknowledged, fully aware of how dead bodies tended to look. Lifeless and cold, they appeared as discarded shadows of their former selves. Cocoons, one nurse had stated years ago, before Jirou had any personal experience.

Daringly, the young man of no more than twenty-three inched forward. One plush carpet square at a time, he headed for the smooth, birch casket that had been polished to perfection. The brass hinges sparkled under the overhead lights, almost as if they were a state of perfection all their own. So sterile, the construction was, in contrast to the grimy dirt it would soon enter.

Why? Why now? It was impossible to play blind to the heartache. Beneath the cotton of his doctor’s coat and pressed shirt, Jriou sensed the small cracks that were forming in his usually reserved heart. They hadn’t spoken recently, but honestly, it didn’t matter. Friendships, love--- they were forever, and now, so would be the pain.

“Shame,” his hand lifted to press against the wood, as if to check it’s existence. “Such a shame…” the true words would not dare be spoken, uttered. They, too, hurt far too much.
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    Being a doctor, Keegan had seen, and experienced his fair share of loss.
    But this was a new kind of loss. Different, much more painful. Perhaps it was that he had been so close to this man, more than he had ever been with one of his patients, that made it so difficult to cope with. Or maybe he was just too emotional when it came to these things. It had been what felt like forever since they'd last seen each other, much less spoken, so why did he feel this terrible about it?

    He caught a quick glimpse of the casket when they had first arrived, but couldn't find the strength in himself to approach it. He figured his now deceased friend would be able to understand why he had backed out and gone to sit in the car for a good twenty minutes or so. This just wasn't something Keegan was capable of handling well. It was so unexpected... When the twenty-one year old had first heard the news, it seemed to unreal... But, now that he was here, he had been faced with the truth. There was no denying that his friend was truly dead now. He knew that he needed to accept this, but a part of him still longed to believe otherwise. He wanted to hide inside of his own little bubble of denial, live in a world that he knew did not exist, but would pretend that it did. Everything would be fine in this world. Everyone would be happy, and together, and alive.

    But, it was not healthy to live this way. He would have to deal with this sooner or later. He would have to accept the truth and move on. With a small sigh of defeat, Keegan stepped out of the car. He shut the door softly behind him and made his way back to rejoin Jirou at the casket. He could see this as the only logical way to deal with his feelings. To face them head-on, even if it hurt.

    As he walked forward, he glanced at the casket with a look of discomfort, and began to chew nervously on his bottom lip. He didn't want to speak to Jirou, for fear of saying the wrong thing, but there was something that was starting to bother Keegan above all else. As he stepped to stand beside the other doctor, Keegan tucked a strand of loose blonde hair behind his ear, and glanced up at Jirou with worried, chocolate colored eyes. He knew the question that he was about to ask probably wouldn't have a definite answer. Neither of the two of them had really heard from their friend in a while. "Do you think... he was happy?" Either answer, if any, would be hard to swallow, still.
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“He wasn’t expecting to die,”

The action sounded harsher than usual on the older youth’s tongue. His fingers clenched themselves into a fist of hurt and protection, not that it matter. This ache had no physical form to fend off with steady blows. “If anything, it was an average day to him. He may have been happy or sad, but he wasn’t depressed and suicidal.” It was the good doctor’s way of saying all was right with the circumstances of their friend’s death. It was homicide, not suicide, and therefore a good deal better, in Jirou’s mind. At least their friend did not take his own life.

“We should attend the trial.” Images of the local courthouse began to brew. There had been an article in the newspaper about the pending date. Sometime this month, their friend’s murderer would be examined, defended, prosecuted, and hopefully, sentenced. The process would not be as swift as it sounded, Jirou knew, but it would bring closure in good time. “If you can handle it, that is.” Orbs of blue locked onto those of the chocolate hue. There were times when it was permissible to sugarcoat happenings, questions. “I can easily summarize it, if you prefer. It may be a bit boring.”
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  • [size=1]Keegan looked away and made an irritated sound in the back of his throat. He knew that the doctor was right - attending the trial would most likely be too much for Keegan to handle. In fact, it was not something the blonde particularly looked forward to. But what kind of friend would he be if he didn't go?

    Another point had been made: It was homicide, that much was absolutely certain. The question of whether or not his friend lived a happy life no longer mattered. His life had been taken, whether or not he was happy with it. The thought of his friend's life being taken by the hand of another left a bitter taste in Keegan's mouth, and he wanted so much just to rid himself of this sudden feeling. To even think of wanting revenge was not like him at all.... He didn't have it in him ever hate anyone to these extremes, but...

    Keegan glanced quickly back at Jirou before returning his gaze to the casket in front of him. It was clear that he wasn't too keen on making eye contact with him at the moment. Maybe he thought that the fellow doctor would see the uncertainty in his eyes if they did. Keegan didn't want his undeniable weakness to show. "No. I'll come with you." Of course, he didn't sound as confident in his reply as he would hope to. "Don't baby me."
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[size=1]Toby could only observe, taking in every ounce of what was happening. He couldn't exactly understand what all was going on- all he knew was he had been adopted and, as soon as it happened, he was once again an orphan.
His face showed no emotion. You'd think he'd be sad, but, really.. it didn't effect him. The only thing he thought he had to think about now was how to ready himself for the next home he'd be placed in- one of those places for 'troubled teens'.
To be completely honest, he may have had a wave of guilt for not being sad over the whole thing. You know, finally, when someone adopts him, they die? Ha, the irony near made the boy giggle. But, of course, he had to refrain- goodness gracious, he was at a funeral.

His eyes scanned over the people crying, some near the casket and others seeming so distant that it was like they probably didnt know the man. Toby, himself, was one of those people. He really didn't know him.

"I hope they send me back to the Johnson house..." Toby mumbled, thinking only of one of the counselors. That counselor really was nice, and Toby would no doubt deny his fancy of that man.
Snap back to reality, Toby thought, mentally smacking himself. Wrong time, wrong place.

{this post is crap. I'm sorry. Couldn't think. Don't beat meeee!}[/size]
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“As you wish,”

Jirou’s eyes closed, briefly. Not everyone enjoyed the simple comforts offered by sugarcoating; it couldn’t be helped. He did, though. He would have be thankful for it… The image of the occupied casket emerged from the darkness, as if to remind the young doctor that he was now dead. Logic dictated that he no longer cared for sugarcoating or babying; death was death regardless of the wording.

From a glance around the room, it was obvious the boys were not alone. “Do you know anyone?” Among the weeping, Jirou could place no names. Women and men, potential lovers and co-workers, the possibilities were endless. One face seemed particularly eye-catching, one fact devoid of all tears. A young boy, younger than the two, near the back of the room…

“Isn’t he a bit young to be here?”
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    It was with that question that Keegan's attention was finally torn away from the casket. Glancing up at Jirou, he followed the pair of blue eyes to back of the room where boy in question was standing. He hadn't really taken the time to look to see if he knew anyone – he didn't want to see their faces. But, now that Jirou had mentioned it, this particular individual did not appear to be even faintly familiar to him. "Who do you think he is?" The blonde asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, as he turned his uncertain gaze from the teen back to the doctor. The fact that the teen didn't even seem to be upset over the loss unsettled Keegan. It wasn't an easy thing to look at. How could someone be that cold? "Maybe he's with someone here... A relative?" He offered, shrugging his shoulders. That still wouldn't explain why.... He tried to shake the thought off. It wasn't any of his business, and yet he still found himself unable to let it go. He took one more glance back at the teen, his eyes narrowing into a glare as he chewed on his lower lip, trying to figure out who the boy could possibly be.

    The atmosphere was growing ever more uncomfortable, and Keegan wasn't sure how much longer could handle it before he would break down himself. Although he cared deeply for his friend, this just wasn't the sort of thing he could deal with for any longer than necessary. "Jirou, I need to pick Calvin up soon..." He muttered, hoping the doctor would catch onto the reasoning behind his excuse.[/size]

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“Oh.”

Jirou nodded, resisting the urge to cast a sympathetic remark. Again, it would be unappreciated, and met with hostility more than anything else. “Go if you must, wouldn’t want your kid without a ride.” Even as he spoke, Jirou’s eyes were directed elsewhere. The youth, still standing in place, was of far more importance than Keegan’s logical discomfort. “In fact, I’ll see you out.”

It was a moment of brilliance, perhaps, or insanity at least. Regardless, Jirou snatched the other doctor’s arm, a bit too tightly, and headed for the foreign youth. In one swift motion, they were headed for the indicated target. If Keegan had to leave, there might as well be some good brought from the otherwise depressing situation. “Hope you don’t mind a pit stop…” a hushed, whisper of a voice offered as confirmation.
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  • [size=1]Keegan let out a surprised shriek. He wasn't really sure where he was being pulled along to, at the moment - surprisingly, he wasn't all too concerned with it. He was too busy wincing over the pain of being jerked around by the arm, and not the slightest bit gently. That was, until he actually realized what was going on. And insane was exactly what he would have called it.

    "What the hell are you thinking, Jirou!?" The blonde whispered angrily. He made one quick, panicky attempt to pull his arm free, but the short struggle came to a rather abrupt end when the rational part of his brain kicked back into gear. Figuring that it was best not to make a scene on the day of his friend's funeral, Keegan immediately gave up the fight. Of course, that didn't mean that he was happy about it. "You're just going to walk up to the kid and--" His voice cut off when he noticed that they were getting closer to the teen, and he simply made a low, annoyed growl instead. Ugh. Why do I put up with him?
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[size=1]Toby's eyebrows shot up in his surprise, watching the two make their way towards him. Of course, the boy couldn't help but look behind himself to be sure he wasn't blocking the exit, but that wasn't the case. He still wasn't going to flatter himself until he heard bits and pieces of their little arguement.

"Walk up to the kid and do what now?"
Toby leaned a bit to the side to see past Jirou and Keegan- to get another view of that coffin. He hadn't even said 'thank you' to the man before he was... you know, killed. He'd barely talked to him. Then again, Toby barely even talks. But he wanted to feel something rather than apathetic at a funeral. It was too cold, too distasteful, but how could he show emotions for a man of whom he had such a breif relationship?

All this had flashed through his mind in a total of... two seconds. He stood straight again, staring at the two older men with expectations.
What, am I bothering you? He was already thinking of remarks. Do you want me to leave? I'm sorry for being at my adoptive father's funeral.
But such words wouldn't be spoken. Manners was something Toby did have.
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“Why must I always think?”

A half smile slinked its way about Jirou’s face ever-so-gracefully. A funeral was no place for smiles, though, as the youth quickly remembered. The small expression pressed itself into a thin line, one of pure seriousness. His eyes are on fire. The boy had spirit, that much a brief glance could ensure. This would be interesting.

“Ask him his relation to the deceased, if he cares to enlighten us.” A bit improper, yes, but Jirou had no time for manners at such a vital time. The dearly departed would excuse him, he hoped. “You seem a bit young, or perhaps a bit old, to be here…” A slight crease formed on the doctor’s forehead. He could not decide which was proper: Too young or too old. Oh, the dilemmas funerals posed. Regardless, his eyes remained on Toby, and Toby alone.
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[size=1]His thinking was quick so he wouldn't seem dull. Toby didn't want to seem upfront and tell the truth, but, then again, what's beating around the bush at a funeral? Pretty much heartless.
He had hesitated, but exhaled a small sigh and averted his gaze before conjuring up his answer. He basically lost his edge and sarcasm when he had replied.

"I'm, uh, his adoptive son.. for just a minute."
Not an exact estimation of the time, but, generally, a 'minute' could range from a literal minute to a few years. He, himself, was referring to maybe a few days. We never really had decided how long he had been in tis dude's care, huh? Anyway.

"But I'll be out of your hair before long." Toby's eyes had lifted off the ground now, gaining back his confidence. "Promise."

{this is hell'a short, I can edit this later if you waaanttt. <3}[/size]
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“Oh?”

A flash of shock displayed itself upon Jirou’s face. The former friend never mentioned anything of a son, adopted or otherwise. “You must be joking.” The idea of sending the youth off on his own was too much for Jirou to swallow. No one could be that careless, especially when it came to their deceased friend’s son. “Right, Keegan?” His eyebrows lifted a bit, as if to ask directly for some assistance. “Surely something must be arranged…” Perhaps he was too caring, or just too attracted to Toby. Either way, it was obvious the topic would be much debated.

A son… his head shook, unable to grasp the concept. Why hadn’t the two of them known this? It was an awfully important detail to leave out.

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At the mentioning of a "son", Keegan's anger towards Jirou quickly dissipated. Unable to wrap his mind around the idea, the twenty-one year old tried to process what he was hearing. He caught bits and pieces of the conversation, but only one thing really stuck out to him. His friend had a son...
Though he had been adopted, the child was his friend's all the same, and by this Keegan could not help but feel a bit saddened. Why had he not known of this sooner?

The blonde let out a small, wavering sigh. He could tell now by the way Jirou was acting, that they wouldn't be able to just leave the kid. What would happen to him if they did? Would someone send him back to an orphanage? A new foster family? Slowly being guilt-tripped by his own imagination, Keegan's mind spun wildly with the possibilities.

"Fuck..." He mumbled quietly to himself, mostly out of remorse for the younger boy. Suddenly, he felt terrible for having previously thought bad of the kid. "Well, uh..." Glancing back up at Jirou, Keegan gave a look of uncertainty. "What do you suspect that we can do about it?"

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"You can send it back to the Johnson House."
Toby furrowed his brow, his eyes moving slowly from Keegan to Jirou. "Upon request, I mean. They know me well." His mind flashed back to the counselor he had adored so. "Pretty well, actually." Though his muscles were teasing him to, he didn't break out of that straight face he'd been wearing since he stepped into the place. But he had broken out of that tacturn personality he'd been known to have so well.
Truth be told, he didn't want to go home with a couple of men who so far didn't seem all too concerned with im- but that was just Toby being dense. Maybe.
"I've told you who I am." He didn't feel the need to finish the statement, hoping the two of them would take the hint to introduce themselves, though Toby, himself, had yet to fully do so. Yeah, he was aware of this, but he was also apathetic to the fact.
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