My version of 'therapy' is not accurate, I have little experience so don't take it as an example please.

I feel very strongly about this topic, and I want everyone to be aware that teenagers often times are very much in need of help and encouragement, and most importantly, acceptance. Teens need a good role model, and most don't end up with one in their personal lives.

This is the story of how my life was changed, just because of one of those cursed people, 'adults'. I hate it when people pity me, like they're looking down on me, but when I met this person, they had a different reaction from anyone I've ever met. It wasn't pity, and yet it wasn't scorn. It was more like…

"Did she really say something like that to you?"

A man nodded, writing something down on a notepad. The woman who was questioning him frowned worriedly. "And you just let her get away? Izumi, she could be in a serious crisis!"

Izumi didn't look up as he replied. "She was threatening me with a stick, Yuka, I really don't think it was the time to be considering a new client."

Sighing, Yuka bowed her head in disappointment. "Darn. Well keep your eyes peeled, alright? I suppose we do have our hands full already, though."

The sitting room the couple was currently in had a cheerful appearance, with many different bright, vibrant colors splashed around. The polka-dot pillows helped to add a sense of familiarity, and the soft red sofas gave off a feeling of friendliness, as well as being comfortable. In fact, the entire room was decorated carefully, each color and piece of furniture given a lot of thought, almost as though a certain reaction was anticipated.

Because, after all, it was a therapy room. Well, that's what the formal name was. Izumi and Yuka Yukihara preferred to call it a 'conversation' room.

For years, the two had spent time together with different teenagers, getting to know them, and doing their best to offer advice. They came across many different cases, and a different approach had to be invented every time. They were very well-known among many different doctor's and psychiatrists, but refused to associate themselves with those people. Teenagers, they would say, are very sensitive, and if you start telling them that they're there because they have problems, something's wrong with them, that kind of crap, then of course the person would immediately pull up their defenses.

"Hey, Izumi. Are you going to take this session?"

Izumi nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think it's best, since she seems to be a little distrustful of you for whatever reason."

Yuka laughed. "What on earth is so distrustful about me? But I agree, when I met her she seemed to become stiff, at least from what you've told me."

Smiling, her husband walked out the room, assuring Yuka that nothing was wrong with her.

In another room, designed the same ways with the same colors and big windows looking brightly out on the city, Izumi sat across from a raven-haired girl, who stared coldly towards him.

"Ah, good afternoon, Hotaru."

His Thursday client, Hotaru Imai. She definitely would be a tough nut to crack, but he was confident that after a while, no matter how long, she would open up.

"Sensei. Good afternoon."

Nodding, he took a sip of his coffee. Holding it up, he smiled at her. "Want some?"

Hotaru didn't answer, just stared at him blankly. With a sigh, he placed his mug down on the coffee table that stood between them. "So, aren't you curious as to why you're here?"

With a tiny shake, Hotaru cooly denied his question. "Why should I? I have received all of your… 'information files', and I know everything I should. You received a call from my parents, and I am currently in the middle of a therapy session."

Izumi winced. "I see that you're a very capable person, Imai-san, but please refrain from calling these talks 'therapy'. I'm not trying to convince you of anything, and I definitely don't follow any rules, or play any tricks on your mind."

This may have caused a stir in the girl's icy heart, but if it did he couldn't tell. She simply turned her head to stare out the window.

Laughing, he used his practiced ability at keeping the atmosphere light. "Well, I suppose we've got a few hours to kill then, don't you agree?"

Hotaru sniffed. "Fine then, I suppose we do. You wouldn't happen to mind me asking a few questions, would you?"

Knowing full well what to reply, after years of experience, Izumi shook his head happily. As long as you agree, make it well known that you have nothing to hide. "Feel free."

Snorting, the girl pulled out her cellphone, on which she had apparently prepared a list. He should have known that the daughter of the famous Imai's would come well prepared for battle.

Now, the only question was who had the strongest will-power.

Yuka softly closed the door, not wanting to disturb the process of the conversation. It was absolutely off-limits for anyone, even her, to eavesdrop. That's part of what made them so popular, since even therapy sessions at a professional place would sometimes record the clients, which was very unsettling.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. Oh?" Yuka's voice grew more excited. "Really? That's great! But are you sure it's alright?" A pause. "Yeah, we'd love to give it a shot."

Ending the call, Yuka pulled out an application form and started filing it out. An employee came in with coffee after a while, and leaned against the desk. "A new client, huh Yuka?"

Yuka turned to glare at the spiky-haired boy. "Don't call me so informally, you impudent brat!"

Ducking, Tsubasa dodged the pillows thrown at him. "Geez, you can never take a joke, woman!"

In a sudden transformation, Yuka halted and immediately started smiling sweetly. "Oh Tsubasa, you're so silly! And yes, I'm filling out an application for a possible new client. Would you do me a favor and do the interview? It's a good chance for you to gain some experience."

Raising an eyebrow, Tsubasa sighed, distrustful of the sneaky woman's painfully-fake sweetness. "Whatever, as long as it doesn't get in the way of my date with Misaki. What time?"

"Oh goody! Yes yes yes, marvelous! Just get here tomorrow at normal time, and I'll leave that person to you."

Groaning, Tsubasa left the room. "Why do feel like I'm going to regret agreeing to this…?"

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