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"Hello, Mr. Shion. I'm Dr. Hatsune and I'll be with you four times a week starting today." The man gave a big smile as he sat across from me. "Your mother told me that you have a, um, imaginary friend that you talk to throughout the day. Is that right?" His big aqua eyes stared at me through his glasses.
Just looking at this guy made my blood boil from the inside. He wore a light-green v-neck sweater and a pair of fitted jeans. A clipboard was gently placed on his lap as his left hand clutched onto a black pen. `I don't want to be here. I don't like being around people who has a bright personality for no reason. ... I'm dressed in nothing but a black hoodie and sweatpants. My hair looks as if I just got out of bed and a set of dark bags lied beneath my crimson eyes. ... I don't belong here-´ My thoughts were interrupted once the man spoke again. "This session won't go by fast if you keep silent, Akaito. I'm not going to judge you. I'm just here to help." He leaned forward to lay his free hand on my lap, but I quickly swat it away.
"Don't treat me like a child. I'm pretty sure my age is on that clipboard or yours, so don't treat me like I'm five when I'm seventeen. " I growled to him before I continued. "Kimiku says it's an imaginary friend when it's not." I then leaned back against the leather couch.
Hatsune clicked his pen and began writing on the clipboard. "Two questions, Akaito. Why do you address your mother by her first name? And who are you talking to if it's not an imaginary friend?" He stopped and glanced at me.
"Because she's not my mother. She's my stepmother that married my dad right after I was born. I never considered her as my mom because I didn't pop out her crotch." I gave a light chuckle once I saw his eyes widen from what I had said. "Besides, I told that woman that I was talking to my demon. A demon had sex with my mom so I'm a demon child. ... My father left me when I was twelve. He left me with Kimiku and her son Kaito." I leaned my head back and faced the white ceiling. "I know the questions you may ask; so I might as well tell everything so I could leave." My hand lazily glided down to scratch my crotch. "My name is Akaito Shion. I'm seventeen years old and are currently in the eleventh grade. I choose not to have friends at school because they're all stupid. ... You're my sixth therapist. All the others decided to quit after a week talking with me, so you'll do the same." I glanced at the guy.
He nervously scribbled on his paper as he said, "Well, Akaito. Those were your previous therapists. I'm not planning to quit like them-!" I caught him off guard and snatched the clipboard out his grasp.
He quickly stood from his seat and tried to get it back. Once I stood from the couch I held it up in the air so he couldn't get it. "You're very short. I bet you get taken advantage of a lot." I gave a deep laugh as I watched the man struggle jumping up and down. `You can shatter this one in an instant, though he has strong Will power. ... Drink up his innocence and spit it on his vulnerable face! Shatter him! Shatter this one to pieces!´ I heard my other half scream inside my head. "Of course I'm going to do it. This one is far more entertaining than the last ones. ... I'm just going to take my time with him." I then dropped the board on the floor and plopped myself back on the couch.
Soon as Hatsune picked up the clipboard he kept a hard grip on it while going back to his seat. "Akaito, you're going to have to work with me! You were sent here by both your family and school because something is wrong! I'm not going to quit just because you want to do things to irk me like taking my clip board. ... I'm not going to give up on you that easily." His brows furrowed as he flustered. "You can call me by my first name. ... It's Mikuo."
"Mikuo eh? It suits you." I thought aloud.
Once he heard that he gave a small smile. "Thank you-" He paused as his eyes widened. "Oh! I know what we should do to make you more comfortable!" I rose a brow in questioning. "I know it must be irritating having someone ask about you when you don't know a thing about them; so you can ask any questions in the remainder time. We'll do this at the last hour of each session. How does that sound, Akaito?" Mikuo sat the paper aside and clapped his hands together.
`How does he have such a bright personality? And why does this bright personality want to help me? I'm nothing but a black storm cloud.´ I thought to myself till I heard my inner demon speak. "Isn't it obvious. He came to shine some light in that storming head of yours. But I'm the one who truly has your back." He taunted, but I quickly shook my head and looked off to the man across from me. "How old are you? You look like a high school student." I asked him.
His body jolted a little before responding with, "I-I'm twenty-three. Almost everyone mistaken me as a junior high or high school student. I blame the fact that I'm 5'5 in height. That and my voice not being so deep as the average male." I couldn't help but give a slight chuckle as he explained himself. "I know. I'm way shorter than you because I read the paper you filled out before starting our session. I almost spat my coffee on the paper once I read that you were six-foot one." He then laughed nervously.
"Damn. If you're this short now, I can only imagine how short you were during high school." I laughed once more. "That question lingered in my head ever since I first laid my eyes on you today. Other than that, there isn't much else to ask except to know why you're willing stick with me?" I stopped my laughter and stared at him a bit more seriously.
He stared back into my crimson eyes and softened his expression once he said, "Because, Akaito. There's nothing wrong with you as far as I can see. All I see is a boy who trapped all his past sadness and anger into a dark corner in his mind. There's so much to the point it formed into a shape of yourself. ...You know this very well except you call it your demon when it's really a dark subconscious." My eyes widened in shock with his words. "This is just a guess, but I assume that you're hurting over something else besides your father and mother. ... In truth Akaito, I don't really know what I'm helping you with because I've never had a patient like you before. I can always hear from others that they think you're schizophrenic or have D.I.D. when you're really like everyone else except your subconscious is more surfaced. ... I want to help you because I don't know what I'm helping you with." I stared at him in shock as he tucked a lock of hair behind his left ear. "I guess you can say I care for no exact reason." He chuckled lightly before checking his watch. "Oh my! Time surely goes by fast! I'll go with you to the lobby so you can sign yourself out." He then stood from the couch.
I silently did the same and followed him out his office and down the hall.
`How can one care for no reason? He pisses me off and doesn't piss me off at the same time.´ I thought to myself as we walked inside the lobby.
I immediately saw Kimiku and Kaito sitting on one of the benches. The two rose out of their seats once they saw me walk over to the front desk to sign myself out. Mikuo, however, walked over to Kimiku and held his hand out to her. "Hello Mrs. Shion. I'm Dr. Hatsune, your sons therapist." He greeted. "I must say that this session was decent; we started off with simple introductions and questions. Nothing too complexed. Any further sessions is up to Akaito to decide. He can change therapists at any time if he's not satisfied with our sessions-" "That won't be necessary." I cut in once I was done signing the small sheet.
The three of them stared at me as I walked next to Mikuo. "I'm keeping him and that's final. Don't ask any damn questions on our ride back home. I'm tired." I then pulled my hoodie over my head and began walking towards the exit, but before I could fully walk past Mikuo I glanced at him and gave a quick wink to assure him that I meant what I said.
Mikuo
I gave a small smile once Akaito winked at me. But as soon as he walked out the door both his mother and brother stomped closer to me and asked, "What did you tell him?! He never agrees to a therapist!" His mother looked as if she was about to cry. "Whatever it was, I must thank you a thousand times. Please help him!" She nearly yelled before leaving out the lobby.
I only nodded my head and walked back over to the front desk where Meiko and Rin were.
"For a handsome kid he looked as if he killed a kitten before walking in here. What's his problem?" Meiko tapped her pen against the desk as she asked. "Hell, I'm still shocked to find out he's seventeen. I wish he was your age and you were his age. That way I can go after him." Both me and Rin looked at the brunette and laughed.
"It'd make sense because I look like a high school student. But seriously. ... I honestly don't think there's anything wrong with him." I mumbled in an audible tone. "Though I will admit he's very rude and off on the strange side. It's crazy because it's like that's naturally part of his personality but then again something is obviously wrong. ... This is something our training class hadn't taught us." I placed my elbow on the desk and laid my head on the palm of my hand.
Rin took the clipboard out of my hand and read through the papers as Meiko rose a brow at me.
She stood from her seat and grabbed her purse from underneath the desk. "Mikuo. Care to get a cup of coffee with me and Rin?" She questioned. I immediately nodded my head and began following the two. It only took me a second to realize that Meiko was wearing a pair of black leggings with red platform heels to compliment them. She wore a sheer-red sleeveless blouse. Her lips were painted with a hot red lipstick. Her new hairstyle made her look overall stylish. A new high-low Bob. Her hair was parted and cut so her bangs were covering her left eye.
This would catch any guys eye and make them want to talk to her, but she didn't pique my interest.
Soon as we walked out the building Meiko pulled out her car keys and pressed a button to unlock her Mocha-colored BMW. Once she had done so, both me and Rin hopped in the backseat and strapped our seatbelts on as Meiko went inside the driver's seat.
Rin always dressed in soft colors. For example, today. She was wearing a white button down sweater with a yellow blouse. The blouse came with a white-collar; and with that collar had a soft yellow ribbon tied in a neat bow around it. She allowed her hair to grow out within the past two years, so now it goes down past her shoulders. She kept it in curls while keeping a clean-cut towards her bangs so it wouldn't hang past her eyes. Last but not least she wore a long white skirt that went down to her knees. Her yellow flats complimented the whole outfit other than the fact her glasses made her look like an elementary school teacher.
"You've thought about transferring him to a different therapist? That or moving him to a psychiatrist? " Rin pipped up. "He's obviously going through something heavy. It says here that his science teacher is scared of him after he said in quotes, `Please tell me when you finally get pregnant so I could rape you. That way I can tell people I engaged in a three-some.´ Yet it also states that he has the highest test scores in the whole school. ... It gives the question if he really has a problem or not. But I will say that we all can agree that his dark humour is top-notch to the point it's disturbing." Both me and Meiko cringed a little after Rin read out loud. "He does great in school, but he gives his teachers the creeps with his disturbing humour. He engages in violent quarrels with his stepmother and step brother even though he doesn't really talk to them. ... It doesn't really add." The blonde had then passed me the clipboard.
I gave a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm still not sending him to anyone else. I know I can help him and I'll do it as long as it takes. It's just that to help him I'll need his help in the process. ... He just need someone to stick with him instead of deserting him." I mumbled the last part as my eyes drifted off to the window.
Hopefully we'll get somewhere in our session tomorrow.