Sessions [ Naruto High School AU ] P.1

[ This is an excerpt from a Naruto High School AU I am doing with Nani-Lee. It's one of those things where you start off with one ship and then a whole bunch of crack ships tumble along for the ride. So, do not judge it too harshly. I just like exercising some characters. It's going to seem really spotty because it's an excerpt right out of the middle of the story-line. Also, I was too lazy to spell check. Might get Nani-Lee to do it later. ]

His intentions were ill from the start. The situation had only became more rigid because his actual profession interfered with his selfish gains to be. Each second he spent with him was like pulling teeth. Somehow, after a thirty minute session, he had managed to get absolutely nowhere with the monotone male seated before him. It was far from their first meeting, but the only people to know that was a math class that lacked a student every Tuesday and Thursday. After all, there were quite a few students that indulged themselves in his professional business for… more personal reasons. And now here they sat in silence:

He would be lying if he said he was not impressed. Each session, from beginning to end, Sai managed to maintain a seating posture that Victorian women would envy. That kind of self-discipline was unheard of in these times. At a precise 90° angle, he sat at attention almost as if he demanded valuable information. His attire was just as unique as his attitude; the typical fitting black pants and semi-baggy crop top that he assumed to be the work of European fashion. Sai was an artist, so he needed to keep up with obscure trends. Even those that appeared to be far too 'advanced' for the school's dress code. However, from what it seemed no one tended to report him. He assumed it was because people took pleasure in the sight of his pale, taut midriff. Pale… No, that wasn't the word for it. Pale was used to describe the light color of peach that laced the skin of people like Itachi and Neji. His skin was a special kind of porcelain. A kind of white that seemed to be impossible if created by nature alone. Yet, there he sat elegantly with his hands in his lap, awaiting a possibly strong diagnosis.

The only thing they had in common was the darkness of their hair. Of course, Sai's hair was much more vibrant and full of life while his own had lost it's luster: coarse from what felt like a lifetime without care. His clothing choice did not stray far from what one would assume a typical psychologist to wear; a dark button up shirt along with a pair of black slacks. Being at his wit's end, his posture was not nearly as desirable. The professor had been seated on the end of his chair with a slouch. Both of his arms were on the table, one rested calmly while the the other was raised just high enough for him to be able to tap a pinky to his canines in thought. By now his glasses were discarded to the side because there was nothing else for him to truly observe.

He had assumed this beforehand, Sai was socially inept. So severely that it often clouded his ability to openly interact with people and accurately interpret situations. As a professional he was deeply concerned about how exactly a person could turn out to be so strange, but as a person he was deeply fascinated. He had been from the start. And with all honesty, he could not think of a person who would not be. His social handicap made him curious and impressionable. He would ask questions, but not the kind that he found annoying. It proved to be a recipe for a bit of meddling.