A.N.
Just a prologue. This story will deal with some dark themes. You want fluffy bunny kinky smutsmut? Go look at my one shots :)
Under eighteen? Click the back button you naughty children you. Or not, I'm a warning not the police.
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Review? Should I continue or should I drop this before I get excited?
"Patient number 2875, male. Name: Mihael Keehl." The doctor spoke calmly into the Dictaphone placed on a small wooden table to her left. Her stockinged legs crossed, causing the smooth pencil skirt to hitch slightly further up her thighs as she did so. Her manicured nails gripped a wooden clipboard on her lap, a stack of papers wedged between the chipboard and the stainless steel grip at the top, a ball point pen hanging from a piece of string that tied to the clip. "Now Mihael-"
"Mello." The cold calculating voice cut across her soft tone with ease. "My name is Mello."
"For the sake of these sessions you will be referred to using your birth name." She continued.
Mello placed his hands on his knees as he stood from the faux-leather couch, letting his baggy black jeans becoming rumpled as he adjusted himself. "Then we have nothing to discuss." He said, using the same monotonous tone he had acquired. He reached over the chair to grab his leather jacket, pulling it on,
"You can't leave these sessions Mihael. You'll be in contempt of your bail terms and escorted to jail once I report you. Which will be the second you leave the room before the hour is up. Now sit back down please." A shiny red smile splayed across her face as Mello hesitated, reluctantly shrugging his jacket back off. Waiting until Mello sat back down she looked at her notes. "Session one, February the eighth, 2012, 11:05am. Now why don't you start from the beginning?"
Mello glared at her, icy cerulean eyes narrowed into a deathly stare before opening his mouth to speak.