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"I guess. But, it could be put as a good way too. Since, it's a guardian of death. You can save people from it. You are a doctor aren't you? You can save people from death. So, I don't think it's that bad..." Akira said timidly. He sat down as soon as the other held out a chair for him. He wasn't really used to a place this fancy. It made him a little nervous. Although, he tried his best not to show it.

Akira felt a little bad asking, since he could tell it hit a bad nerve. So, he just didn't continue on with that subject anymore.

Hatori smiled sadly at Akira before sitting down himself. There was already some appetizers there of calimari, italian bread, and several other fancy things. A waitor came in and inquire as to their preferred drink. "What's the best wine you have? We'll have that." The waitor bowed and then left. Hatori looked down at his plate, his mind seeming preoccupied.

"Hm?" Hatori looked up. He loved the way that Akira called him Ha-kun. He had always wanted to be called that, if not Hatori-kun, but the children at school always called him 'Shinigami'. A smile graced Hatori's beautiful, pale pink lips. "Just some bad memories, is all." It was true, he had been thinking about some memories...although not all of them were about his childhood. The waitor came back in with a bottle of deep red-purple wine and he poured some in a glass for Hatori. Hatori took the glass and took a sip of the wine. The waitor waited, standing beside him, watching his face to see if it was a good wine. Hatori smiled and swallowed this sip. "I think this will do finely, thank you." The waitor nodded and filled his glass before filling Akira's as well. He then placed the wine in a stand filled with ice and bowed his way out of the room. "Tell me, Akira...exactly what is it that you do?" Hatori tore off a piece of Italian bread and placed it in his mouth, chewing with an elegance that indicated that he had been raised to do everything with a heavy-handed measure of propriety.

Hatori's face flushed when he mentioned yaoi and he quickly took a sip of wine. "That sounds great! You must be very famous..." He smirked. "You sure you want to be seen with a lowly doctor like my--" Just then someone came bursting into the room, crying hysterically. The waitor stood by the door, mumbling an appology that he couldn't keep the man out. The man ran up to Hatori and hugged him around his waist, burying his head in his lap. "Thank you so much, Shiniga--- I mean Hatori-san!! I finally understood what you said! You're right, I shouldn't think of the situation that way! I tried what you said...you're a life-saver!! I can't believe this, that this was all caused by the children in my school!! Thank you so very much!! I owe you my life!"

Hatori blinked, looking down at the man. He turned and gave Akira a sheepish grin before patting the man on his head. "Don't worry about it, Kosuke-kun...It's what I do, you know that. Now...I'm entertaining someone here...he's very special to me...so...if you don't mind...?"

Kosuke looked up and actually saw Akira for the first time since he had burst into the room. "Oh! Excuse me!" He said, a blush creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. He bowed himself out and the waitor closed the doors behind him.

Hatori shook his head and took another sip of his wine. "My appologies...Kosuke-kun has been going through a lot...."

Hatori was silent for a long time. Perhaps he was good at fixing others, but...inside...Hatori was the most broken of all. He avoided examining himself, afraid of what he would find there. Hatori seemed about to say something very important when the waiter came in, bearing two large platters. They had not ordered, which was strange, but Hatori didn't seem startled. The waitor knew him so well, he knew what he would order, and he assumed that his date would want the same. The waitor set the platters down in front of each of them, and then bowed out again. The platters were covered with miscellaneous food: lobster, steak, chicken, salmon, pork, salad, vegetables, fruit. Hatori smiled and looked down at his food. His favorite dish, comprised of a little bit of everything, and yet...at the moment...he couldn't touch a bite of it. He was suddenly very queasy at the thought of food.

"Ah?" Hatori looked up at him, confused. Then it dawned on him...he was being very rude and making Akira uncomfortable. "O no! I'm so sorry, I'm just...I'm not feeling very well at the moment, that's all." He smiled. "Please don't pay me any heed. You haven't done anything wrong." Hatori smiled and reached across the table to take his hand. "I promise. I'm sorry I'm so distracted. I'll try to be better." He smiled brightly and then turned to his plate. He took a bite of lobster and smiled at the taste. Then it hit him: how hungry he was. His eyes widened and he began to eat faster, without losing an ounce of grace as he did so. After finishing a few bites, he took a sip of wine and then spoke. "Akira...I'd be willing to pay for your condo, the whole thing. And if you're having financial troubles in anything else, you can always ask me for help. I don't mind. I'd actually enjoy the chance to help you."

Hatori smiled. "Another job? Not a good idea. Believe me, being overworked is hell. I'll at least help pay for it. No 'but''s and no excuses. I'm helping." Hatori stared at Akira as he told him he could talk to him and then he let his gaze drop to his plate. He had never once told anyone what went on in his heart. It was a delicate place, a place of chaos and uncertainty. Most of all, uncertainty. He looked back up at Akira and smiled. "Perhaps another time, when we can speak in private." Hatori knew that the waitor was listening at the door and in all honesty didn't want the man to know his problems. "And...thank you, Akira-kun..." He took another bite of lobster, chewing it delicately. What a kind, intriguing person.