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A/N: Sorry, but this started as a dream and then morphed. It even throws me for loops.
Shit, the damn doctor knew about his past. Dammit, how was he gonna survive if the doctor ever found that fucking kid he'd lost to.
Yu Kanda Tiedoll had been seeing psychiatrists ever since his adoptive father had allegedly saved him from the cages. The thing that pissed him off about it the most was it was right after his humiliating defeat by that brunette freak with the strange-ass arm. Now the doctor wanted him to talk about that time. Did it really fucking matter if he was undefeated until the day that stupid rabbit appeared with said freak in tow? His doctor was a fucking white-haired kid himself. And his office was always fucking cold and the damn doctor wore fucking gloves. Wasn't it bad enough that he had to spend an hour sitting around doing nothing when he could have been fucking out with the damn rabbit playing some stupid video game at his fucking arcade instead?
"Did you wish to speak of the days when you were in that cage, Kanda?" the white-haired young doctor asked.
"Go to fucking hell," he growled at the doctor.
"Been there a few times. Must say, it's not exactly as bad as people claim. In fact it's pretty nice," the doctor was still fuckingsmiling. It never mattered what he said, the idiot bean sprout couldn't seem to lose that infuriating patronizing smile. "It never seizes to amaze me when I go how many expect me to be a babbling mess. Now you, on the other hand, seem to be in perpetual anger.
Kanda never liked dealing with people. He barely put up with his adopted brothers, that stupid rabbit, the fucking sister-complex or his sister. He hated this doctor. No, edit that, he fucking hated this fucking shitty-ass doctor who couldn't stop smiling if he watched his fucking parents get killed, not that Kanda knew anything about the boy. And even though he was a certified fucking doctor, he was only twenty-two. Kanda didn't care enough to be bothered with details like that though.
There was a knock on the door.
"Dr. Walker, there's a Marian Cross on the line for you," the receptionist said.
Walker's fucking smile became strained. Who was this fucking Cross? Kanda didn't really care, but even if Walker cut their session short, he wouldn't be allowed to fucking leave as it was well-known he liked to disappear. Damn Tiedoll and his fucking police contacts.
"How much is it this time?" He could hear the frown, but none showed on his face. "And you chose me because?" Kanda was actually enjoying listening to the boy be antagonized. "You couldn't just wait until I got home?… Of course I am. I actually work and not expect my best friend's son to cover the debts you could handle yourself.…I am not discussing this over an unsecured phone line when I have a client in my office.…Of course I can't leave for two weeks! I have a job now that doesn't involve obeying your every whim, Cross! No, you may not appeal to Froi, Link, or Leverrier.…Froi would agree way to easily with you and suggest we take him along. Link would refer the question to Leverrier, whom we both know hates my guts.…Fine, we'll discuss it more when I get home. Now if you rack anymore debt up before I get home, let's just say the women won't be liking you quite as much."
Kanda watched as the boy turned an evil smile on him. He was twenty-five and the doc was only twenty, why the fuck did he have to see the kid, again? Oh yeah, because he had fucking anger management issues, not that he'd ever admit it. He sighed in annoyance, waiting for the doctor's attention to return to him.
"Cross, he is not a psychopath. How many times have I told you that?…Seems to be, but really, can you blame the man?…Of course you could. You can blame every thing on someone other than yourself, just like your debts get passed over to me to pay.…Of course I know where La Femme is. I've only paid your bill there like a thousand times.…Of course I exaggerated, I was trying to make a point. Your debts keep piling up. It's a good thing I have a few clients who actually pay money instead of getting court-appointed, isn't it?" Dr. Walker finally hung up the phone. He'd finally fucking finished the conversation when he growled and kicked the nearby wall.
"Damn Master. He's a good for nothing playboy who hits people with a mallet when he doesn't get his way and he chose to take me under his wing after Mana died because I could easily pay off all his debts and now that I'm a legal adult, he just has them forwarded to me, his stupid ex-apprentice," he muttered.
Kanda smirked at the doctor, chuckling deep inside the recesses of his mind where he kept all those nice feelings that he didn't want anyone knowing he felt.
"Looks I'm not the only one with anger management issues, Doc," Walker could hear the laughter in his voice.
"I do not have any issues that need concern you, Kanda. You on the other hand tend to threaten anyone that comes near you with whatever weapons you happen to have at hand."
"Whatever, Moyashi. You're a fucking hypocrite," Kanda snarled.
"You are supposed to refer to me as Doctor Walker, Kanda, or have you decided that I may call you by your name?"
Kanda just glared at the grey-eyed doctor, half wishing he wasn't his doctor creating those problems with outside relationships. That was it. He was investigating Doctor Allen Walker, aka Moyashi, or rather he'd make Lavi.