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Warning: This story contains drug abuse, rape, and mental disorders. It's rated T until further notice.

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The life of a psychologist is full of dares and wonders of the human mind, but there comes a time when a case becomes so important to the individual that it might affect his or hers well being physically and mentally.

Arthur Kirkland, clinical psychologist, stood in front of his desk, looking down on the notes and photos of his special patients. One of them was a young, blond-haired, blue eyed teen with a dazzling smile and enough energy to brighten up a room. He had been working on him for quite a while, but everything he did was fruitless. The kid wouldn't open up and tell him about his true problems and that bugged Arthur, nothing less. After all, that was why he was seeing him; to talk about his conflicting feelings and the problems that might cause them. Sighing, he grabbed the vanilla folder that contained all the information there was of this particular patient and tucked it in his briefcase before leaving the room.

He walked out of his office and noticed his secretary was still there, working. "Maria, aren't you going home?" Arthur asked. The Hispanic girl jumped a bit, oblivious to his presence a few seconds ago. She shook her head and smiled up at his boss, "Of course I am, I just need to finish typing the information of the new patient," She informed him and continued on her monotonous typing. Arthur looked at her for a few minutes before shrugging, "Don't be too long and please be careful going home," He said nostalgically and made his way to the elevators, not waiting for a response. Once there, he waited for the small silver box to climb towards him. He saw his reflection on the silver-covered wall and cringed; he looked tired and stressed. His dirty blond hair was a mess for the many times he had ran his hands over it that day, his emerald green eyes had purple bags underneath them, showing the lack of sleep he had gotten as of lately. Turning his back on the reflection, he sighed and leaned against the wall. Oh, how he wished he could have a day or two off from works, but doing this would probably cost him the small advances he had managed on his patients. Closing his eyes, he thought of them; how different they were, how fascinating their minds are.

The first case was German girl named Lilli Zwingli. After having a big mental break down at school, she had been forced to see a psychologist after she witnessed her parents' death. Her big brother, Vash, the only family member of hers, brought her to his clinic in hopes that I could help her. At first, she was quiet and aloof, not showing signs of cooperating, but slowly she came to trust him; she talked about her feelings, which pleased Arthur, because that was a sign that they were taking a small step in her treatment. Ever since then she talks more, she tells him about her day and any problems or occurrences that had affected her emotions during the day. They were now on the second month of her treatment and according to his diagnostic, she is almost ready to live her life without needing to come see him. He smiled, although he loved talking to the girl, he was glad her trauma was slowly coming to a closure. He hated seeing people so affected by this things, especially children.

Another case was a young Korean boy named Im Yong Soo. He was forced to attend sessions with him after he was discovered doing drugs in school. A lot of kids don't get this chance; usually the school kicks them out or transfers them to one of those 'special' schools that only do more harm to the emotional state of the kid. Anyway, the kid was a mess; he was feeling insecure about his personality and felt terribly hurt at being ignored by his relatives. Add to it the stress of school and the fact that he was doubting his sexuality and you get this result. Arthur had felt really bad for the kid; the first time he talked to him, the kid broke down and clanged to him for dear life. Arthur tried to calm him down, but it wasn't until Maria stepped inside that the kid actually calmed. After that scene, Im Yong had been fine and slowly revealed his true nature, a cheerful and energetic boy who liked photography and video games. That made Arthur happy. Whenever a patient started trusting him, he would get this fuzzy feeling all over and feel accomplished. Im Yong quit the drugs and now was in a mission of integrating himself back into society. He had appointments with Arthur every Tuesday and Thursday and for what Arthur could tell, his progress was steadily growing and soon the kid won't need him.

Arthur heard a ding somewhere beside him; the elevator had reached his level. Pulling himself away from the wall, he stepped inside and kept thinking of his patients. Another interesting patient was a 23 year old, white haired, red eyed man named Gilbert Weillschmidt. He had come looking for help after he almost beat up his ex-girlfriend. The guy was surely a mess. He did feel sorry; he never once dreamed of hurting his beloved, but that day had been so hard on him and something almost snapped inside of him. If it wasn't for the fact that his girlfriend knew how to defend herself, he would have probably hit her. Gilbert suffered from anger problems. For everything that he had told him, he suffered them ever since he was little, but it hadn't been giving him any problem until now. His progress has been pretty unstable; whenever he thought he had made a great advance, the next visit he would come with a story about how he had gotten into a fight. He gave him a bit of a headache, but his determination was something to marvel at, at his own phase, Gilbert was slowly overcoming his problem.

And last, but not least was his most recent case. A young, blond and blue-eyed man named Alfred Jones. Mr. Jones was a college student who had been forced by his parents, roommate, brother, and some friends to attend sessions with Arthur. By what they have told him, Alfred suffers from a personality disorder. His brother, Matthew, told him of the time he believed he was a little kid once again; the episode lasted about two weeks before he turned back to his original self. At first you would think Mr. Jones had no need for a psychologist, he is very energetic and likes to talk a lot, but if you paid attention, you would notice he would only talk about other people and not himself. This worried Arthur, it meant the kid was purposely avoiding showing his true feelings and without knowing how he truly felt, Arthur was stuck. He had tried several of methods of getting the boy to talk, but he had evaded every single one of his tactics. Most of the psychologists he knew would have given up on him and left him in the hands of drugs and science, and Arthur should have probably done that already, but he wasn't going to give up. His pride and belief that he could reach the man buried inside of him wouldn't let him give up.

The doors of the elevator opened once more, now on ground level and Arthur walked into the deserted lobby, it was around ten o'clock most of the workers had already left for the day. Stepping out into the cold November night, Arthur pulled his maroon coat closer to his body and made his way home. Being a psychologist meant he had more money than the average worker, not to mention his family was one of the closes friends of the royal family, meaning they had money. This didn't matter to him; he liked walking around the streets of London, feeling like just another person. The streets were rather quiet, of course being this cold no one would want to be outside this late. After several minutes of walking, Arthur finally reached his apartment. Usually there was no one waiting for him there, just his cat - and even he wasn't there sometimes - but it surprised him to find someone sitting on his front steps.

The man, he guessed, was sitting in front of his home, smoking, with the hood of his sweater on. As he walked closer to him, he heard a little noise, so he guessed the person must be listening to music at a very high volume. Arthur stood in front of him and tapped his foot waiting for him to noticed him and leave. It didn't take too long, as soon as the other saw him; he dropped the cigarette and nodded at him. "S'up bro, it's good to see ya." Arthur wanted to correct him in his way of speaking and reproach him for calling him bro, but he couldn't the voice of the man was oddly familiar and all he could do was stare. The man slowly stood up and took his hood off revealing the familiar blond strands and the sky blue eyes of none other than Alfred Jones. He didn't know what brought him here or how he knew where he lived, the only thing in Arthur's mind was that this could be his chance of reaching the man inside of him that was screaming for help…

Arthur Kirkland - England
Alfred F. Jones - America
Maria Carriedo - Mexico
Lilli Zwingli - Lichtenstein
Vash Zwingli - Switzerland
Im Yong Soo - Korea
Gilbert Weillschmidt - Prussia