Naraku fidgeted skittishly in his chair, all the while wondering what
the hell he was doing there, for the upteenth time. Where was he exactly?
Well, the Lunatic Pandora. Of course, he was sane. As far as pure evil
being sane goes, that is. So why was he here? Simple, he needed help with a
problem that had been bothering him since as long as he can remember. And
the shrink was to help him. Yea, this is Narakus first time here. Let's
hope him well.
Then, a short plump man walked in. Calling Narakus' sense to attention, as he stopped fidgeting and sat up proper in his seat.
"Well," The man began as he looked at a sheet. Searching for clients' name, "Naraku. What is zee promblem?"
Naraku coughed nervously. He was never good at telling his problems. Mainly because he'd never had any, until now. "You see, Dr. Tashijan. I am a..villian, you can all it, for this so called Anime, which is my reality. And well, I think I am a pretty good one. But, I was looking at a few other great villians. And it seems that they all have..I do not know how to say this without me being a fool," Naraku chuckled uneasily,"But they seem to be....tragic."
Dr. Tashijan stared at Naraku over his bottle cap glasses. A questioning look crossing momentarily over his face,"Tragic you zay? How iz that?"
Naraku inhaled a gasp of air. So far, he was doing good, "What I mean is, they seem to be in..angst, and I am just...well, evil. And I have seen that people view others as great villians if they are tragic. So, I was wondering, how can I be in angst?"
Dr. Tashijan fight the urge to laugh at his clients' pointless problem, but none the less, he gave...help, if you can call it that. "I see. Well, maybe you need a forbidden love."
This intrigued Naraku, "Love? Do not be absurd! How can I? The great Naraku fall in love with some-...Go on."
"You see, Mister Naraku. When one is to fall in love, and that love is forebidden, people seem to like it better."
"Like the fool Inuyasha and that wench Kikyo."
"Uh....sure, why not?" The psychiatrist smiled impishly.
Naraku, finally understanding, responded,"So, what you are saying is that I should find a woman, claim her as mine, and kill her? And then people would view me as a tragic villian?"
Dr. Tashijan fell aghast,"That iz not what I mea-"
"Very well, I shall start interviewing suitable women tomorrow at dawn. Thank you for your services" Naraku said as he shook the plump mans' hand vigoriously,causing his glasses to fall and him to drop his papers.
"You are welcome, that iztrue. But I still need-"
"I will see you again once I become tired of you and kill you, Good Day." Came the hurried death threat from Naraku as he rushed out the door, a little too cheerful for him.
"...What about my damn money?" The doctor sighed heavily as he pulled off the fake beard and crushed the also fake glasses. "Why do I do this? I put on a fake disguise, a fake accent, and give dumb people advice that even a monkey wouldn't take. AND I STILL DON'T GET PAID! That's it, I need a budlight." And with that, the so called psychiatrist slammed his door.
Then, a short plump man walked in. Calling Narakus' sense to attention, as he stopped fidgeting and sat up proper in his seat.
"Well," The man began as he looked at a sheet. Searching for clients' name, "Naraku. What is zee promblem?"
Naraku coughed nervously. He was never good at telling his problems. Mainly because he'd never had any, until now. "You see, Dr. Tashijan. I am a..villian, you can all it, for this so called Anime, which is my reality. And well, I think I am a pretty good one. But, I was looking at a few other great villians. And it seems that they all have..I do not know how to say this without me being a fool," Naraku chuckled uneasily,"But they seem to be....tragic."
Dr. Tashijan stared at Naraku over his bottle cap glasses. A questioning look crossing momentarily over his face,"Tragic you zay? How iz that?"
Naraku inhaled a gasp of air. So far, he was doing good, "What I mean is, they seem to be in..angst, and I am just...well, evil. And I have seen that people view others as great villians if they are tragic. So, I was wondering, how can I be in angst?"
Dr. Tashijan fight the urge to laugh at his clients' pointless problem, but none the less, he gave...help, if you can call it that. "I see. Well, maybe you need a forbidden love."
This intrigued Naraku, "Love? Do not be absurd! How can I? The great Naraku fall in love with some-...Go on."
"You see, Mister Naraku. When one is to fall in love, and that love is forebidden, people seem to like it better."
"Like the fool Inuyasha and that wench Kikyo."
"Uh....sure, why not?" The psychiatrist smiled impishly.
Naraku, finally understanding, responded,"So, what you are saying is that I should find a woman, claim her as mine, and kill her? And then people would view me as a tragic villian?"
Dr. Tashijan fell aghast,"That iz not what I mea-"
"Very well, I shall start interviewing suitable women tomorrow at dawn. Thank you for your services" Naraku said as he shook the plump mans' hand vigoriously,causing his glasses to fall and him to drop his papers.
"You are welcome, that iztrue. But I still need-"
"I will see you again once I become tired of you and kill you, Good Day." Came the hurried death threat from Naraku as he rushed out the door, a little too cheerful for him.
"...What about my damn money?" The doctor sighed heavily as he pulled off the fake beard and crushed the also fake glasses. "Why do I do this? I put on a fake disguise, a fake accent, and give dumb people advice that even a monkey wouldn't take. AND I STILL DON'T GET PAID! That's it, I need a budlight." And with that, the so called psychiatrist slammed his door.