This choice: We take him to that back alley doctor. Takemi, right?" • Go Back...Chapter #6“Unga Bunga Doctor, Me Big, He Small!” by: Giantessvg   (This branch contains spoilers for the Death Arcana Confidant through Rank 10. You have been warned.)
“How about...” Ryuji hummed. “We take him to that back alley doctor. Takemi, right?”
Ann nodded in agreeance with her friend’s suggestion. “She’s been a real help to us so far, I think that’s for the best.”
Akira thought on it himself, he couldn’t necessarily find any reason to decline. After all Tae Takemi was someone who he had come to know quite well over the past year. Partaking in her trial runs on medicine to help the young Miwa-chan, and even going so far as to save Takemi’s medicinal practice in its entirety. Naturally it wasn’t long after that when the doctor learned that he was one of the rumored Phantom Thieves. However, thanks to their mutual respect and growing relationship she promised to keep it a secret.
Though the punk doctor had a rough exterior if one were to judge her purely by looks, Akira had come to know that she bore a heart of gold. She had been an asset to their operations as the Phantom Thieves of Heart. Even going so far as to cut her original drug prices in half- which helped out immensely, needless to say.
“Sounds good to me, if anyone could help with this it’d be her.” He insisted to the group.
Yusuke silently turned to the rest of the group, forcefully prying his eyes away from his small leader. “Then it’s unanimous?” His deep voice grabbing the teams attention.
“I have no objections.” Mona informed. “So, who’ll take him?”
Akechi removed himself from the wall he had been leaning against to offer his assistance. “I’ve not got anywhere to be yet, I could do it for you.”
“Do you even know where the clinic is?” Makoto’s eyes threw daggers at their most recent ally.
“I... suppose not.” He followed Akira’s lead, shrinking back into the corner. A sweat drop rolled down his nervously smiling face. “Sorry.”
“I-I’ll do it!” Futaba’s hand was raised straight into the air. It hovered stiffly above her head as her body tensed up. The shut-in’s eyes were stapled shut, her face contorted with a forced and wry smile. She was clearly not prepared for the task.
“You don’t have to force yourself Futaba,” Haru started. “Any one of us could do it.”
The shortest member of the Phanto Thieves shook her head violently. “No! I need to prove I can do these things. I wanna be helpful, and besides I know the creepy doctor lady too!”
The group sighed at the young teen’s insistence. All except for Ryuji and their leader. The delinquent put his open hand softly upon the table. Akira stared at it momentarily before hopping aboard, even though he had followed his friends lead he was uncertain of the blonde’s intent. Joker was lifted carefully in his close companions slightly calloused palm, he presumed that it was a side effect of using blunt weapons in Mementos.
“Here.” He outstretched his hand to the shaking Futaba, precious cargo in tow. “Let’s go.”
Futaba looked questioningly at the resident tough boy. She wasn’t picking up his meaning.
“Take him, I’m coming too in case you freeze up talking.” He informed the confused techie with a smug yet comforting grin.
“Wow, you almost seem like a respectable senpai there Ryuji.” Makoto prodded jokingly with a smile.
Futaba stuck her tongue out in exaggerated disgust. “Seriously, I think I’m gonna throw up!” Though she was in truth comforted deeply by the sentiment.
“Shut uuup!” He dragged out in retaliation as Futaba claimed the fragile Joker. Her hands cupped together as they held him apprehensively, as though he were cast of glass.
The small Kurusu was shook as the monumental girl he was held by shifted her weight to stand tall. Or at least as tall as she could. Ryuji gestured to the stairs with a swinging arm, insisting that she make her exit first. Futaba nodded and glided down the flight at a snails pace for Akira’s sake. He appreciated her attention to his wellbeing more than she could ever know.
The trio made their way outside of the delightful cafe to walk down the streets of Yongen Jaya. The door to Leblanc chimed as they did so, a noise that rung inside the sensitive ears of Akira painfully. He clasped his head momentarily, this did not go unnoticed by his charge.
“Oh, god are you okay!?” The ginger giant freaked out, her voice wavering loudly.
“Futaba, calm down. You heard what Makoto said back in there, he’s more sensitive.” Ryuji reminded with a level head as he pointed to the bell on the cafe entrance/exit. “Besides, losing it would only make things worse on him.”
Akira removed his hands from each ear, a pained expression still lingering over his visage. But ultimately he was able to put a thumb up to signal he was fine. “Ryuji’s right. I’m fine, it only caught me off guard.”
“O-okay, sorry...” Futaba murmured embarrassed at her loss in composure.
The three continued to walk around the corner to the nearby clinic. Akira was over the moon with the knowledge that they needn’t go far at all. It was always in a convenient location for him, but never so much as right now.
———
The sole doctor of her own clinic, Tae Takemi sat hunched over a small pile of paperwork as she awaited any more patients for the day. She sat in silence penning away at her sheets of busy work, her lab-coat’s sleeves dragging against her reception desk slightly as she did so. She was dressed particularly casual for the stereotypical doctor look. Aside from her perfectly white lab-coat her attire was comprised of: A short black dress which reached her thighs, a red belt (purely for style rather than purpose) over her waist, a pair of stylish black strap-based open toed platform high heels, and lastly around her neck was both a steel necklace in the shape of a drug capsule and a spiked ebon choker.
Yes, she was anything but your standard plague doctor.
Her hands, busy as they were, slammed down onto the table in shock as her clinic door was forced open. Her long red fingernails clicking on contact with the metal countertop. She turned her head to the left to see two teenagers burst into the quiet and lonely waiting room, she thanked the heavens that no one was currently occupying it besides her. One teenager she actually knew as Futaba Sakura, for she was actually the young girls physician. The other was new to her, but at a first glance she assumed him to be a troublemaker at school (much like she had been in her youth).
Futaba stumbled over to the front of the separating window nervously with heels over toes. Ryuji stood back to allow the girl a chance to handle things herself. “Ms. Doctor, or, uh, just doctor... um... uh...” She stuttered, finding it hard to articulate what was necessary.
“Hello Futaba, what are you doing here? Your next checkup isn’t for quite some time. Next month I believe.” The PhD greeted with a subtle smile, used to dealing with the girl’s anxious personality by now.
Futaba internally groaned, WHY IS CONVERSATION SO HARD!? “N-no, it’s Akira...”
“What about him?” Takemi asked, her interest suddenly piqued. Clearly the small woman was having issue collecting her thoughts, had something happened?
“Ummm, uhhh... Akira small!” She blurted, her face was set ablaze as the cave speak left her mouth. Ryuji couldn’t help but face palm.
Tae’s eyes furrowed a bit at this. She liked to think herself a patient person, but she wondered how much more time it would take to decipher Futaba’s crypticisms. She wasn’t too terribly busy this day, but this paperwork wasn’t going to sign itself. The good doctor sighed heavily before wearily looking her patient in the eye.
“Actually, according to my records: Akira’s a rather healthy height for his age. Weight too. You on the other hand need to eat better.” She commented despite the other party nearby. “I understand you like curry, but a diet of curry exclusively will ruin you. Just look at how stunted your growth has bee-“
Ryuji had given her a chance, but clearly it wasn’t working out. The boy with dyed hair forced his way between the two, interrupting their exchange. His arm brushed against Futaba’s own and in the process he managed to pluck Akira from her hand swiftly.
“Hey, sorry to butt in but this is what she meant.” Ryuji lifted Akira by his shirt collar to the sturdy glass barrier.
The mini guy waved his arms nervously, he wore a forced smirk upon doing so. He witnessed his doctor friend’s eyes bulge in disbelief. Her hand reached out towards him, her fingers unfurled to touch him until they were halted by the clear wall between them. Seemingly brought back to reality in this moment, Takemi nodded wistfully.
“Let me get the door for you.” Her voice was monotone but shed light on a number of emotions, one of many being uncertainty. She likely was in the process of contemplating her own sanity. And who could blame her?
Takemi opened the door to the exam room, and led the triad of unique individuals inside where...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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