Fighting Freud!
Summary: Kai and Mikayla have spent their whole high school career but now as they enter their senior and junior year respectively the teachers are sick of it. After one last big explosion they are put into joint therapy sessions. Read as they battle it out in a shrinks office as well as the hallways. KaiOC
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
Prologue
The worst punishment I ever got was for blowing up a urinal in the boy's bathroom as Kai Hiwatari simultaneously blew up a toilet in the girl's room. The ones right next to each other. It was a complete coincidence of course because Hiwatari and I would never be caught dead working together. This being so widely broadcasted is probably why we both escaped getting expelled. That and Hiwatari's influential grandfather.
We were both sitting next to each other on the uncomfortable brown bench outside the principal's office that was reserved for anyone in trouble. Needless to say we had both spent a lot of time there. Restlessly I tapped my foot, they never usually took this long to decide on a punishment. In the beginning, when we were new here we would have just been handed a pink slip with a lecture and sent back to class but as the events grew more frequent and they realized the punishments weren't effective they took more and more time trying to come up with the perfect punishment to mend our erred ways or whatever. It would probably have been a lot easier on them if they could have called our parents but that was not really an option. Hiwatari is an orphan who was looked after by his powerful grandfather who they could not afford to offend. And if they were not calling his guardian they couldn't exactly call mine.
Bored I stared at our reflections in the huge mirror on the wall facing us. Hiwatari was sitting in his usual position; arms folded against his chest, legs stretched out and crossed and hidden underneath his blue and gray slate hair his eyes were closed. Next to him I looked like a five year old as I constantly fidgeted, my shoulder length black hair pulled back in a ponytail but the bangs my friend Mariah convinced (read: forced) me to get were falling into my bright green eyes and bugging the hell out of me. I was the average height for my age but beside Hiwatari I swore I looked like a dwarf. It was not just that he was taller than me it was also how he made me feel like I was so much more immature than him. Which was stupid. He was just as immature as I was, the toilet thing proved it.
"Mikayla, Kai the principal will see you now" said Mr Dickinson's secretary appearing out of nowhere and breaking my train of thought.
"Thanks Marge" I said as I walked into the office behind Hiwatari. I was here so much that we were on a first name basis. After the first 25 times I figured it would be easier than trying to remember her extremely large and difficult to pronounce last name.
"Please take a seat" said Mr. D as he gestured towards the two empty chairs in front of his desk but slightly to the left. On our right was a blond woman.
"I can not possibly even try to explain to you the seriousness of your actions; you could have killed someone!" he paused, probably for dramatic effect. He was such a drama queen we couldn't have killed anyone the whole place was empty and the chemicals were nowhere near strong enough to kill someone. I mean had to do a lot of persuading for Emily to give me something that would make noise! The combination of Kai's chemicals just made it worse. How was I supposed to know he was doing the same thing?
"But", he continued, "I am not going to get into that. I have tried to tell you again and again but you refuse to listen. Your actions do have consequences. Just because you two can not get along does not mean you can turn the whole school into your own personal wrestling arena. This is a place of learning which is why we are going to try and teach you the importance of learning how to control your anger. Learning how to get along with people you may believe you hate. Learning how to behave like mature young adults. Which is why starting tomorrow you will both have joint counseling sessions with Mrs. Conrad over here. Everyday. 3 o'clock. No excuses will be accepted".
"For how long?" Hiwatari asked and I crossed my fingers hoping it wouldn't be that long.
"Until I believe that you're problems have been worked out and that you won't be continuing with this behavior" said the blond. Mrs Conrad.
"What?!?! That means we'll be stuck in there for all of eternity" I said outraged. I mean what the hell?!
"If you two work hard and actually try to solve your problems I don't see why you can't be done in a year. Maybe even six months", she answered. Yeah like it was that easy.
"We're doomed!" I exclaimed covering my face with my hands in an over dramatic gesture.
"I'm sorry you feel that way", she said, "but that changes nothing. 3 o' clock. Don't be late!" and with that and a nod to Mr D she left. She just left.
"But!" I said, "you can't do this! I mean it's not like it's our fault we kept being shoved together. We didn't want him to tutor me in chem freshmen year you guys did and that's when all this started. So it's not our fault. If we hadn't been forced to meet and work together this wouldn't have happened!"
"Enough Ms. Andrews! I will not be listening to any excuses! You are dismissed!" Mr. D's only response to my tirade.
I glared at him as I walked out of the office and towards our respective classes. I kicked the chair but accidentally hit Hiwatari who than glared at me. I just glared back as if that was what I'd meant to do the whole time (yeah right, I'd long ago learned kicking him would only lead to pain for me as my throbbing toes could have told you). But instead of saying anything he just shook his head and walked on. Crap! Now I would have to be on my guard all day waiting for him to get back at me.
The crappyness continued as that day was one of the worst of my life what with me having to walk around with tar and feathers (very original) all over me all day long as I wasn't allowed to go home to change or shower. And unfortunately it was only the beginning.