The View from Here

By Beautiful Dreamer

It was autumn, and the leaves outside were turning the same rusty color as the brick wall around the institution. A man in his early forties finished arranging his office for the group therapy he had arranged. He sat down behind his desk in a roller chair. On his orderly desk, laid a nameplate that was imprinted Seijurou Hiko .

A young woman open the door to the office, carrying a stack of paperwork. Her name tag said Secretary Okon. "Good Morning, Mr. Hiko." Okon put on her warmest smile and handed Hiko the papers. Hiko was the top therapist at the Happy Days clinic, he looked at the list of new patients arriving today.

"Why did the state recommend these people to me? They look like ordinary cases to me." Hiko felt a slight irritation as he skimmed through the papers.

"They probably wanted the best person to help them sort out their problems." Okon replied.

"That's true. I'm the best but these cases are a waste of my valuable time." Hiko said as he flip through more of the paperwork.

"There must be more to them than the files state." Okon stated.

"You've a good point." Hiko said.

"You would you like some coffee ?" Okon asked.

"Make sure you mix in some Sake. I'm going to need it." Hiko was still looking through the papers as he spoke.

"I'll have it right way." Okon rushed out the door to get Hiko's spiked coffee.

Hiko swirled his seat around to look out the window. A few of his patients were pulling into the grounds. A young man with brown hair was walking up to the gates. "Probably, Sanosuke Sagara. The files says he's a juvenile delinquent on parole." He didn't look all to clean and was carrying a duffle bag in his hands.

Then a black Sedan with red and blue headlights on the dashboard appeared. As the car was slowly driven into the driveway, one of the tires fell into a pothole filled with water, and covered Sanosuke's pants with muddy water. Hiko thought, "That must be, Hajime Saitou. The work alcoholic police officer." Hiko continued to watch as Sano jump on the back of Saitou's car and started pounding on the roof. Once the car was parked, an argument occurs as Saitou steps of the car. Saitou pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Sano is screaming at him but Saitou only blows smoke in his face in response. Sano pulls his fist back, ready to punch the officer until another young man steps in front of Sano.

"He has red hair. It could be Kenshin Himura. The one that witness the murder of his fiancée."

The red hair man hands were half up in the air to show he didn't mean any harm. The red seemed to be calming Sano down. Sano mutters something and walks inside, followed by Kenshin. Saitou drops his cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and also went inside.

It didn't take long for Hiko to hear their voices come towards his office. The three men were ten minutes early but that wasn't a bad thing. The intercom buzzed and Okon announced that his 12 o'clock appointments was here; in the middle of making Hiko's coffee. Hiko didn't have time to reply, when his door was brashly flung opened by Sanosuke.

"Let get this over with." Sano stated as looked for a place to set. "Hey, where's the big cushy couch that you're suppose to have?" Sano turned to Hiko.

"I don't have one. The chairs here are perfectly fine." Hiko answered Sano question.

"This is going to be a long hour, having to be in here with this moron." Saitou appeared in the doorway.

"What did you call me?" Sano's fingers were balled in a fist.

"A moron. Do have a hearing problem, too? Along with your low IQ." Saitou said.

Sano was ready to beat up Saitou at any moment until he heard.

"I think it's best that you both try to get along, that I do." Kenshin coming between the two of them for the second time. Sano back down and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Lets get started, I don't want to waste anymore of time." Saitou spoke.

"I'll have to wait for one more person." Hiko told Saitou.

"Who's the person?" Kenshin questioned.

"His name…" Hiko couldn't finish the sentence as very loud motorcycle noise blared from outside. The motorcycle came to a dull roar as the cyclist started to turn off his vehicle. "I think that is him, now. Aoshi Shinomori." Hiko said as they all gathered around the window. The wind started whipping his black hair as the motorcyclist pulled off his helmet. The last patient had finally arrived.

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