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Grimmjow/Ichigo ahead :)

For starting a fight Grimmjow has to go see a psychologist to reduce his aggressiveness... Guess who the psychologist is xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of its characters.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! Who the FUCK do they think they are?! Everything I did was teaching that rich bastard a lesson. Seriously, he was practically begging me to punch him. Thinks he can actually grope me and then leave like nothing happened, just because he's got money. That bastard.

And then he comes with his super-smart lawyer and takes me to court for ruining his expensive suit and breaking his snobby nose. Seriously, who does he think he is?

And what the HELL is wrong with that judge! He actually convicted me! And gave me a stupid fine by the way.

He placed me on probation. And guess what the condition of probation was?

I have to go see a psychologist. Not joking. For causeless aggressiveness and inappropriate behavior towards the bastard's lawyer. Can you believe that? Yeah? Well, lucky you, cause I can't.

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Seriously, what is this room? Worse than the fuckin waiting room of the dentist I had to go to when I was a kid. Bookshelves cover the walls, plants everywhere, dark furniture, they even have a fireplace here. Man, you could think you were sitting in an old geezer's living room.

The weirdest people are sitting in the armchairs, too. They're watching me suspiciously.

"What?", I snap at a teenage girl who's even staring bluntly at me. She immediately looks into another direction. Good. Now one of those middle aged men is getting up from his seat and sits down in another, closer to mine. I send him a glare. Don't come any closer or I'll rip your throat, believe me. He doesn't get it and gets up again, sitting down with only one chair between us left. I sigh and pull out a cigarette and my lighter.

Suddenly he jumps at me, yelling loudly.

"You are not allowed to smoke in a hospital!" With that he grabs my lighter, gets to his feet and flees from the room. I growl, getting up annoyedly to get my lighter back.

"Don't", the teenage girl says. "He always throws them out of the next open window." She lisps a bit.

What the hell is this place?! A fuckin loony bin? I seriously consider just leaving, but then I remember the fine. I sigh and turn towards the girl to snap at her again, but suddenly the door opens.

"Jaggerjack-san?" A young woman with long red hair enters the room. She's the medical secretary. I turn away from the girl.

Jaggerjack-san? I suppose that's me, though I hate that formal form of address. "Yeah?" I get up.

"Please come with me, Jaggerjack-san. Dr. Kurosaki is ready now."

I follow her down the aisle until she stops in front of a door.

"This is your first visit at a psychologist, Jaggerjack-san?" She turns around to me and looks at me shyly. I nod, sharply.

"If you are nervous, let me tell you that there's no need to. Dr. Kurosaki is very nice and a very good psychologist." She smiles.

"Like hell", I mutter. She takes a step back and knocks. A muffled "Enter" comes from inside the room. The secretary opens the door and lets me in.

"This is Jaggerjack-san, Dr. Kurosaki."

"Thanks, Inoue. Please send the next two patients to Ishida. I want him to take a look at them."

The psychologist is hidden behind his desk, which is overflowing with piles of papers and huge stacks of books.

The secretary nods at me and closes the door behind her.

I hear a sigh from behind the desk. "That damn paperwork is going to kill me one day", the doctor groans and sighs again. "Please take a seat, Jaggerjack-san. I'll be right with you."

I look around for a normal chair, but there's none. Just another of those leather arm chairs. I sit down.

I can still hear his pen scratching over paper, who knows how long he's gonna take? I use the time to look at the room. It's quite nice, neat and well arranged, save the desk. Two huge windows let in lots of light. It also smells nice. There's an aquarium right next to my chair.

After looking around for a few minutes I lift a finger and put it on the glass. A small yellow fish immediately swims to it.

"Hey, fishy", I grin and move my finger. The fish follows. "What's your name, fishy?", I whisper.

"That's Sakana", I suddenly hear a voice next to my ear. I jump and turn around. It's the doctor. I glare at him.

"Sorry if I scared you", he smiles, his eyes sparkle. "I'm Kurosaki Ichigo, your psychologist", he says and pulls another arm chair in front of mine, so we're sitting face to face.

I can't help but stare at him. He's got the most ridiculous hair color I've ever seen. Bright orange. It's even worse than mine, and mine's fuckin blue. Though apart from the hair, he's quite a looker. Pretty face, gentle brown eyes and a fine body, as far as I can see. Rather young, also. Aren't psychologists supposed to have white hair and a long beard? Or was that Santa Claus? Fuck, I dunno. That doc here's the nicest I've ever seen. Maybe it'll be not that bad to come here every week.

"Jaggerjack-san?", Dr. Kurosaki grins at me, looking absolutely gorgeous. I blush, but continue glaring at him.

He just smiles back at me. "Are you ready to start?", he wants to know and I nod, frowning. The earlier we start the earlier I can get out.

"Well, I already told you my name, how about you tell me yours?"

I snarl. Does he really expect me to answer that? "You already know mine, stop that bullshit! I bet there's nothing about me you don't know." I point at the desk. "My record's there, too, isn't it?"

"Of course", Dr. Kurosaki says. "How could I help someone if I didn't know his problem?" He's completely calm and not impressed at all by my outburst.

"Then stop acting like you don't", I mutter and look at my fingers.

"I didn't say I didn't know, I just want you to tell me. Even if I already know", he says gently.

I look up again. "It's Grimmjow, alright? Grimmjow."

"Not Jaggerjack-san?"

"No", I growl.

"How many people call you by your first name?", he wants to know.

"Everyone."

He smiles. "Then how about I call you Jag-kun?"

Jag-kun? What the fuck is that? The people I know call me Grimmjow, everyone else Jaggerjack-san. Why does he need his own version?

"Do what you want. I don't care", I reply coolly. He nods and seems to be happy.

"In that case, I'm Ichigo", he grins and stretches out his hand. I take it and we shake hands.

"Nice to meet you, Jag-kun", he smiles and I nod.

Someone knocks at the door. The secretary peeps inside.

"Inoue?", Ichigo asks.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Kurosaki, but Dr. Ishida needs you to calm down one of his patients. He tried to jump out a window when Dr. Ishida came with the syringe."

"I understand. I'll be right there." He grins apologetically at me. "Sorry, Jag-kun. We'll continue this next week, okay?"

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