Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Twinkies!

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Abi took in a deep breath and smiled as she glanced at the clock. It was her first day at her new job. She was a therapist and proud of her master's degree. It was one 'o clock and her first patient's name was Bankotsu Shichinitai.

She was nervous and anxious at the same time, though she tried to remind herself it was for the good of others she was doing this. The door opened and she jumped. There stood a man in casual jeans and a bright purple T-shirt.

"Hello, I'm Miss Hime." She stood up and offered a hand.

"Yo, I'm Bankotsu." He high-fived her and she sat down, a little surprised.

"Alright, let's start." She cleared her throat. "So have you been in therapy before?" She watched him scratch his chin.

"Uhm…does prison count?" He asked as he moved his hand to scratch his head and her eyes got wide.

"What?" She blurted. "E-Excuse me?"

"Hey its cool." He shrugged and then smirked. "You know…it's been a while since I got a piece of ass." He eyed her and her face got hot. She cleared her throat again and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear as she ignored the comment.

"Right so….what problems do you suffer?" She asked and bit her bottom lip.

"I don't see a ring, I take it you aren't married?" He winked and she looked at her left hand and frowned.

"Mr. Shichinitai, please…"

"Call me Banks…or Ban…or baby." He finished.

"Bankotsu, can we please focus on you?" She asked, now slightly annoyed.

"Right…I am rather good looking…aren't I? I mean…I even dressed up!" He smiled and she scrunched her nose. That was dressing up?

"No I mean…you're personal affairs." She explained.

"Ooh…aright. Affairs…hm…last week I nailed this chick. She was an eight, but I was a little lit."

"Not sexual affairs! Your problems!"

"I don't have any." He shrugged and she pinched her nose to hold back her migraine.

"Then why are you here?" She snapped.

"My brother sent me…he says I have a lot of issues I need to work out…" He explained.

"Why do you think he sent you?" She asked, thinking she might be getting somewhere.

"Because he's jealous his life isn't as perfect as mine, duh." He rolled his eyes and she blinked. Was he that moronic and full of himself? "Hey, you got any food up in here?" He glanced around.

"Huh? Oh, uh…no."

"It's one and I'm starving!" He whined. "You know what I ate yesterday? Fucking Wendy's. First time in like…three months. Ah…it was so good." He smiled at the thought and she snapped out of her daze of shock.

"Ok so…have you ever regretted anything?"

"What's the point of living it up if you have regrets?" He asked matter-of-factly.

"Well…have you suffered any losses lately?" She asked.

"Uh…not really." He frowned.

"Not really? So was it someone important?" She asked kindly.

"Well…to me he was important but you know…forget it, its stupid." He blushed and she faintly smiled.

"Everything you say in here is confidential." She assured.

"Which means…" He started.

"I won't tell anyone, it'll be a secret."

"Alright…I had this pet…Spike. I had him for a while, too…longer than anyone expected." He smiled.

"Was he close to you?" She asked.

"Actually…yeah. I mean, people thought I was crazy. I talked to him as though he was human, not that I'm crazy, I just figured being cooped in a small space like that…it must be lonely." He explained and she nodded. "I died when I found him….belly up…"

"I think its sweet you got so attached to your dog." Abi nodded.

"Dog? Who said anything about a dog?" He cocked his head.

"I just assumed Spike was a dog…" She answered hesitantly.

"No." He laughed. "Spike was my goldfish!" He explained and now she was even more confused. "I gave him this cute little bowl with purple stones and a mini castle…he was the king…" Tears welled up in his eyes. Was this guy serious?

"Oh…"

"Yeah and…and then I had to…flush him." He whispered. She understood why this man was in therapy…he was crazy!

"I see…"

"I have a picture!" His eyes lit up. "Wanna see him?"

"Uh…sure?" She shrugged. He dug through his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"That's him!" He pointed proudly as he handed her the picture. Bankotsu was in a pet store holding up the plastic bag that held Spike.

"Very cute." She smiled and handed the picture back.

"Oh, you can keep that, I have extras." He shrugged and she tucked his wallet away.

"Riiight." She placed it on her desk beside her.

"It's just…everyone used to make fun of me…I wanted to bury him, ya know? The guy deserved more than to wind up in the sewer but Ren put him in and I had no choice but to….push down the knob…" He looked down to his lap.

"That's awful." She frowned and tried to sympathize.

"Yeah…we did everything together." He smiled.

"I see…how did you feel when others mocked you?"

"Oh, it was only my six brothers so I just socked 'em in the face." He shrugged and her eyes got wide.

"Oh…is your family violent?" She asked nervously.

"Only sometimes like…when someone steals the remote…or when someone eats the last Twinkie."

"Twinkie?"

"They're sacred in my house." He explained with a serious face. "Sometimes when someone passes out we pull a prank on them…"

"What was the worst thing you did to someone when they passed out?"

"Tied Jakotsu to the telephone pole bare-ass naked." He smiled.

"Wow…"

"Yup, sometimes we fight when someone hogs the phone or drinks the last beer or…"

"So you fight often?" She reasoned.

"Nah, not really. With me, its usually just one punch before the other guy's out." He explained and her eyes got wide.

"Mhm…" She just nodded.

"Damn…do you have any Twinkies? Those sound good." He rubbed his stomach and licked his upper lip.

"No." She frowned.

"Yeah…so…anymore questions?" He laid back on the couch.

"Well…you seem very violent and to be living in an unstable environment."

"I'm paying you to tell me things I don't know." He glanced at her.

"So if you knew this, why didn't you do something about it?" She asked dumbly.

"I like things the way they are." He smiled.

"Sorry, Bankotsu, your hours up." She inwardly let out a sigh of relief.

"Aw…alright…where do I make my next appointment?" He asked and she felt her jaw go slack.

"You want another appointment?" She asked in shock.

"Fuck yeah, you're hot and its nice to talk with someone who relates to the…you know…Spike deal." He explained.

"Uh…at the front desk."

"Ok." They stood up and he embraced her. She tensed but patted his back. "Thanks Hime!" He walked out.

"Its…Miss…Hime…" She slowly sat down as the door shut. What had she gotten herself into?

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