Hakkai. His name is Cho Hakkai.

I don't think I've ever met him before. Actually, I know I've never met him before. Brown hair, green eyes, pretty face like that, yeah, I wouldn't have forgotten about him if I've met him before. That, and he's so...straight, you know? So fucking clean. He's the doctor at the pharmacy clinic, for pity's sake. People like him, they don't ever get anything to do with people like me, from the dump. Not unless they have to fix a bloody fellow or something, and I've never been beaten bad enough to be sent to the docs. 

Wait. Shit. Of course I have. But, you know, getting beaten to a fraction of my life was still not bad enough to drag my sorry ass to the hospital or wherever. I was a streetrat who could barely afford food, much less medical treatment. Well now that I'm older I have the money--but also the ability to take care of myself. Haven't lost a single fight in years now, much less needed hospitalization. Is this what they call ironic?

Anyway, that's probably the reason I dragged that kid's sorry ass to the clinic. Probably not. So, yeah, the clinic, that's where I met Hakkai. He's the doc, and he's really pretty, and--damn, I'll admit to being a bit infatuated with the guy. Ok, more than a bit infatuated. I've thought and dreamt of doing things to him that, if he knew, myself and at least the next two generations after me would be banned from that clinic. 

But, Hakkai...there is more than attraction. There's...something there, I'm not sure what. A strange sense of familiarity, like I've known him from before, although we've already well-established that I haven't, ever, right? But...shit, I don't know. I'm just too fucking at ease with the guy. Being with him feels great. It's almost like...like coming home, yeah. Didn't think I'd still know what that's like, but...but that was it. 

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