AN: So, here I am, writing a new story, when there are two unfinished ones already. Sorry about that, especially to everyone who's looking forward to an update for Bloodstained. But blame my muse and not me. This story just popped into my head and simply had to be written down. Some credit is definitely due though, as I was totally inspired by „Freudian" by fabulist, a Tangled fanfiction here on ff dot net and probably one of the best fanfictions I have ever read.

As the summary says: This is completely A/U and eventually will be S/U. There will be lots of bad language and bad habits along the way, so the rating will probably go up in later chapters. For now it's only some cursing, so I think a T is still safe ;)

Tell me what you think!

Cheers,

Greta

Crazy

Chapter 1

By Greta

Seiya crossed his hands sullenly across his chest, a deep frown on his face, as he sat slumped in the back seat of a fast moving car. He was mumbling beneath his breath in a very vicious sounding tone.

"What's that you're cursing about now, Seiya?" A voice drawled towards him from the seat in front of him.

"Oh fuck it, you know exactly that I think this is absolutely pointless and useless, Yaten."

Said Yaten only rolled his eyes in response.

"Well, tough shit, Seiya. Get over it. We're going." The driver of the car, a young man with long auburn hair, said in a stern voice.

Seiya's eyes narrowed to slits, as he ground his teeth. "But what good will it do? It's not as if my reputation will get any better once the public finds out I'm visiting a fucking shrink!"

At this the young man driving the car laughed dryly. „You really think I give a shit about your reputation? In fact, I rejoice every time a tabloid prints another embarrassing story of you and your fuck-ups. Like that one, last week, of the drunken fight you got into –„

"Wasn't that with a paparazzi? I heard he's thinking about suing him now," Yaten chipped in.

"Oh is he? Good for him."

"Hey!" Seiya yelled in an indignant tone. "Whose side are you on?" But his two companions just ignored him.

"Yeah, or that one story of the girl claiming she was pregnant with twins from him?"

"But that didn't turn out to be true, did it?"

"No, I don't think so. Shame, really."

"Hey!" Seiya yelled at them again, pushing himself forwards to look at them. "Stop that!"

"No Seiya, you stop it. Every time there's another story I think to myself, please Lord, make him realize what an ass he is making of himself and finally stop with all the bullshit. But you never do. Instead it only gets worse and worse."

"Oh come on, it's not as if you two are such saints either."

"But at least we know how to control ourselves. Something you're sorely missing. And it's starting to affect us as a group."

"Bullshit."

Yaten, who had been silent throughout the last minutes of verbal banter between Seiya and Taiki, now turned around in his seat to face Seiya, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to his face with more strength than he looked capable of having.

"Maybe you've been so knocked out on booze and drugs and cheap groupies and I don't know what else that your brain is starting to get affected as well. Maybe your memory's already impaired so I'll be kind enough to help you remember: we have not been successful these past few months, heck this past year. You haven't written anything decent in ages. You never show up for practice. We've canceled god knows how many shows just because you were too high to care. Your singing is starting to suck." Yaten said, holding up his other hand and ticking the things he was saying off on his fingers. "You are ruining the band. And believe me," he hissed, "if you manage to succeed, I will kill you."

Seiya just rolled his eyes at the silver-haired man, his jaw set, his fingers clenching into a fist. Oh how good it would feel to just punch his companion in the face.

"So be glad that we're only taking you to the shrink." Yaten said before releasing his grip on the black dress-shirt, and slumping back into his chair, staring back at the street ahead.

"Dr. Meioh is supposed to be one of the best in the business. Minako found her through some connections of hers," Taiki continued after a few minutes of silence in the car.

"What?" Seiya yelped once more. "Minkao knows about this too?" He groaned before slumping back into his seat, one hand over his eyes.

"It was her idea actually."

"Yeah, well isn't that great, now it'll only be a matter of what, a week, before everyone in Tokyo knows I'm going to a psychiatrist! She's such a loudmouth."

"Hey, don't talk about her like that," Yaten snapped at him.

"What, I thought you two had broken up? What do you care?"

Yaten didn't reply to this, grumbling beneath his breath as he defensively crossed his arms in front of him and leaned against the window. Seeing this, Seiya thought about poking around in the wound a bit more but decided against it. What good would it do after all? Knowing Yaten, he would probably explode and try to crawl back right over the car seat towards him, ready to start a fight. Not that he'd mind giving that obnoxious face a few good punches, but he had a feeling that a scene like that wouldn't bode well with Taiki either, and he really didn't feel like being the reason of getting them all into a car accident on top of everything else that day. Then he'd never convince them that visiting a psychiatrist was really just a fucking stupid idea.

"Why are you two accompanying me? It's not as if I can't find the way on my own," Seiya muttered as they rode up in the elevator of the modern glass building they had stepped into a few minutes ago. Yaten and Taiki were standing on either side of him, keeping very close, their eyes darting from side to side every now and then. He was sure they were looking for nooks and crannies that he might be thinking about hiding in. He felt like a child amongst overprotective parents.

Taiki chuckled quietly at this. "Seriously Seiya, do you think we're stupid? As if you'd ever go anywhere near that office if we'd just let you have come here alone."

Seiya sighed. Taiki was of course completely right, like he almost always was. Seiya's eyes had been darting from side to side as well as they'd entered the building looking and hoping to find some way out of this. Where for instance was a mob of crazy fan girls when you needed one? It'd be the perfect distraction amidst which he could make his getaway. But no, no one lurked around the corner, waiting to pounce on them. They were only surrounded by a few businessmen. Now that he thought about it, it had been some time since a smitten girl had pounced on him as he walked down the street, begging for a photograph and an autograph, close to fainting when he even offered to take a photo with her. What had Yaten said before? That he was ruining the band? Could it be true?

But no, of course not! What he was doing with his free days wasn't affecting anyone else besides himself. It had just been ages since he had stepped outside or actually gone anywhere during the day when the sun was still shining. His days never started before the early afternoon now and lasted well into the night, often until the sun rose once more. And that was no time for the stupid, love struck fangirls to be up and about. The fans he met during that time of day were no wee teenagers anymore, and they were not satisfied with things like a signed picture. He couldn't help but grin as he thought of the girl he'd been with last night. And yes, that had been last night! There was no reason to believe that they were really losing their touch as a band! And of course, crazy fangirls didn't lurk around corners in business buildings, there was nothing to be surprised about that. Yaten and Taiki were just bullshitting him, that was what this was all about, Seiya thought, self-satisfied.

The elevator door opened with a ching, revealing a broad and friendly looking corridor which led straight to a waiting room full of comfortable chairs and expensive looking white leather sofas. A delicate glass table stood in the middle of these chairs, a neat pile of magazines and a large vase holding a single white flower atop of it. A secretary was sitting behind a massive wooden desk, busily typing something into a computer as she was talking with someone on the telephone. Everything about the room seemed high-class and expensive. This doctor really seemed to know what she was doing, or else she just knew how to rip people off. Seiya sighed as he slumped down into a chair, as Taiki walked over to the receptionist.

So this was really happening. He, Seiya Kou, was going to visit a shrink. This really seemed like an all-time low to him.

He sat there, his elbows on his knees, his hands rubbing his temples for the next few minutes. It wasn't until he heard a young, feminine voice that he looked up again.

A woman with olive coloured skin and long, dark-green hair had opened a door behind the secretary. She was standing in the doorway, smiling warmly at a smaller, rather skinny looking woman with the strangest hairdo he had ever seen. It was pulled up into two buns on top of her head, one sitting snugly on the right, the other on the left side of her head. But still her hair was so long that it reached down to her hips, swaying softly around her. As he followed that cascade of blonde hair, his eyes roamed over her lithe figure as well, and he couldn't help but grin. Hm, maybe coming here wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Alright Tsukino-san, take care of yourself. I look forward to seeing you again next week," the older woman said while shaking the blonde's hand, still smiling fondly at her.

"Thank you, Meioh-san," the blonde girl replied, bowing, before turning to the receptionist's desk to ask for her next appointment.

Seeing this, Seiya got up, and sauntered into her direction, a sexy smile playing on his lips, waiting for the squeal of delight, the gasps and the fluttering of eyelids, once he was recognized. The blonde was now tucking away a card in her small purse, quite oblivious to the fact Seiya was by now standing rather close to her. It wasn't until she stepped away from the desk to leave the office, that she nearly bumped into the dark-haired man. She did gasp, but only with an apology. Seiya shrugged his shoulders, signaling her that it was okay, a playful sparkle in his eyes. And he waited. And waited. His sexy smile was slowly starting to waiver, as he saw no spark of recognition in her eyes. Instead a frown was starting to appear on her face, as she asked herself why a stranger was standing in her way like that. Seiya sensed that he was losing her, and opened his mouth to say something – but what? Start blubbering already? Make me feel like the superstar that I am? More seconds of silence and confused stares passed, and he felt the awkwardness of the situation press in on him.

"Ah, sorry," he muttered, finally stepping out of her way and towards Dr. Meioh, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He could distinctly hear a rather too familiar male snicker from the waiting room area.

"Mr. Kou, I suppose? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Setsuna Meioh." She was holding out his hand towards him, a small twinkle in her eyes. Seiya shook her hand but only mumbled a reply; he couldn't shake the feeling that she had already started diagnosing him as she had watched this short and strange interaction.

"Pleas step in," the doctor said, holding the door open for him. As he did so, he couldn't help but turn around once more to look after the girl who had so unabashedly ignored his fame and sexy smile. And it seemed that she still was. She, unlike him, had not turned around once more, and was now simply waiting for the elevator to arrive, playing with a brooch that was pinned to her blouse.

It wasn't until a ching announced the elevator's arrival that he snapped out of it, and finally did take up the doctor's offer to enter her office. Her head was cocked; she had clearly been studying his face the whole time. And he did not like the look on her face now, as if she was reading him as easily as an open book. He raised his eyebrows cockily at her, smirking his sexy smirk before he sauntered into her office. That had been nothing but a slip. He sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for her.