Therapy
Therapy
"Why don't you have a seat… Mister…uh..." A calm voice came from the room Rude had just entered.
"What is your last name anyway? All it says here is Rude." The woman's voice was curious and as she came into view she seemed to resemble Ifalna quite a bit. Of course, Rude had never met Ifalna, but he'd seen pictures, being a Turk and all.
"That's my name." Rude said, taking a seat across from the woman.
"Oh… well then. Mr. Rude, why don't we start with some questions. Where were you born?" She looked up from her desk at Rude when she asked the question, keeping him within her focus.
"The Golden Saucer."
"You were born… in The Golden Saucer?" The woman's voice was lined with slight surprise. She didn't hear that sort of thing often, the Golden Saucer was hardly a place to give birth.
"Yes." Rude said, his simplistic tone carrying him easily through the conversation
"Where, exactly? I'm guessing the Inn?" She began to scribble in her notebook.
"No… The Battle Arena." Rude leaned back in his chair, comfortably.
That caused a fair bit more surprise then the last. She had never heard that before. "Do you care to share how that happened?"
"No."
"Do it anyway." She had stopped looking at him and had spoken in a rather commanding voice.
"All you need to know is that Dio knows how to deliver babies." Rude's eyes flashed behind his sunglasses at the woman.
"Fine… That'll have to do." She said, not taking Dio for the type to deliver children on a regular basis. Then again… strange things did happen at the Golden Saucer. "Alright… Where did you grow up?" She said pressing the conversation forward.
"I spent my childhood in the Golden Saucer, learning to fight in the battle arena." He cracked his knuckles as he said this, though it seemed to be from habit, as opposed to anything else.
"I should have guessed." She said as she read his profile he had provided before meeting with her. A particular segment read; Prone to beating things senseless. "When did you arrive in Midgar?" She spoke, putting the folder down quickly.
"During the Wutai incident. Not the war, but the clothing disappearance incident a few years before." Rude kept his sunglasses on, not liking the lighting of the room.
"The… what?"
"Apparently some kid stole the villagers clothing. Back when they all had the same colored uniforms. Shinra designed their own uniforms after them. Don't ask who stole them." Rude spoke again, his figure almost immobile.
"I won't." The psychiatrist was thoroughly interested now, but had to maintain a professional exterior. "And you joined the Turks then?"
"Yeah. They asked me to after I caught the kid." He shrugged in his chair.
"I bet the villagers where glad to have their clothes back." She smiled jokingly
"Who said anything about returning them?" He glanced seriously at the woman from behind his glasses.
"… So what, their in boxes under Midgar or something?" She looked back, sarcastically.
"Deep Ground liked them." Rude smiled as he said this.
"Who?" A flare of interest entered the womans eyes.
"No one. Forget I said anything." Rude shook his head as he'd almost divulged top secret information.
"Alright…" The woman scribbled in her book a few notes. "What happened after that?"
"I joined the Turks." Rude said, stating the obvious
"I got that much, I mean what did you do?" She had gotten slightly irritated at this point.
"Can't say."
"Fine. Fine. Well, one last question, who were your parents?" She said, looking back to her notebook and hoping to end the conversation now.
"Esther and Mr. Coates."
"… I'd like to prescribe a few medications." The woman said, her eyes revealing her complete shock at his statement.
"Actually, I'm not here for your prescription. I'm here for you. Let's go." Rude said, pulling out a picture of an older looking Aerith… who looked much like Ifalna. "Yeah. Unlike Cloud, we know about Pheonix Downs."