Title:
The Mad, Mad World of Michael.Rating:
R - language and possible situationsNotes:
This is a fanfiction based on the manga version of Maki Murukami's Gravitation series. The central character is Michael Winchester, the son of K and Judy - Michael doesn't appear at all in the anime, and Judy appears only as a keyring ^^;;;. In the manga Michael is only five years old, however in this fic he is the ripe age of twentyI thought it would be in poor taste to write about a minor getting therapy ^_^;;. I first tried writing this as a narrative, but I couldn't quite do what I wanted to using that techniqueso it'll just have to be one of those parody scripts that are all the rage right now! Absolutely no insult to the characters or specific people is intended in the following writing, I love them just as much as everyone else ^_^enjoy!As a side note, this is also FULL OF SPOILERS - you were warned!
SESSION ONE - "I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THE WHOLE TEAM!"
Michael Winchester has just arrived fifteen minutes late to his first therapy session. A middle-aged woman in a long, frumpy skirt looking much less than impressed greets him.
Michael: [stammering.] S-sorry I'm lateI was waiting for my father at the hairdresser'shis appointment clashed with mine.
Therapist: [Under her breath.] Oh GodI can see where this is heading[Rolls eyes.] Sit down Michael and let's get started. Firstly, how are you feeling right now?
Michael: Well, I'm a little tired actuallyI stayed up watching "When sex-changing surgery goes bad Part III" on cable. Whew, I'm glad I said no to that now that I've seen what can happen!
Therapist: [Astounded.] Okaywell my name is Betty, and my job is to help you in situations like thisI have a feeling this isn't the only thing wrong with you!
Michael: You want problems? My list is a mile long! First, my parents virtually abandoned me as a youth to work on their [choke.] "Side projects", which included, but are not limited to:
Maintaining a gun fetish, shooting people, managing a top 20 Japanese rock band with a nineteen year old homosexual lead singer, acting in "adult" movies, blackmailing and working briefly for the Secret Service. [Takes a deep breath.]
Betty: [falls out of chair.] How are you still alive Michael?! Any normal person would have hurled themselves from a tall building, or at least be carving Marilyn Manson lyrics into their forearms with a blunt pencil!
Michael: Oh it's not as bad as that, sometimes I got to hang out with Uncle Touma!
Betty: [raises an eyebrow.] Who is "Uncle Touma"?
Michael: He's the manager of NG corporation, and he was ---
Betty: [explodes and flies around room.] THE SAME TOUMA THAT FORMED "NITTLE GRASPER"?!
Michael: The very same!
Betty: [ecstatic.] Oh you just have to set us up sometime! Here's my home address and phone number, my favorite color is red, I like long walks along beaches, I cut my toenails twice a week and I hate yo-yos
Michael: Youyou didn't let me finish
Betty: [looks at Michael, puzzled.]
Michael: Touma is married to the very scary, very beatnik Mika for starters, however he is bisexual and the person he is most in love with is Eiri Yuki, I don't know what he sees in him thoughbroody bastard. [Grumbles.] All that aside though, he's managed to knock up Mika and now they have a child as well, so you might want to stick to Personals columns and Chippendales shows.
Betty: [bounces a stress ball off his forehead.] Thanks for the tip. Now, the points you made earlier about your parents have disturbed me somewhat. What are their names?
Michael: Crawd and Judy.
Betty: Hmmnow Judy is your motherright?
Michael: [glare.] Right!
Betty: You say one of your parents worked in the adult film industryis Crawd still in this business?
Michael: [jumps up and down.] WHY WOULD MY FATHER WORK IN ADULT FILMS?!
Betty: Hey, come on - look what I have to work with here!
Michael: YeahI guess[defeated frown.]
Betty: Did you ever see these movies containing your mother?
Michael: [pauses, then breaks down in tears.] Yes. My god yes. Hehe took me to my mother's latest film at the time of my eighteenth birthday
Betty: Who is "he"? Certainly not your father!
Michael: Yes, my father! He took all his friends to see them every time they came out for godssake!
Betty: What a terribly sick individual. Tsk Tsk. Did this give you a bad view of your mother?
Michael: What do you think? The woman who gave birth to me starring in "I can't believe I did the whole team!" Leave it up to your imagination! I didn't even realize it was her for the first hour, I didn't see her that much, until Dad pointed her out under two large men that seemed to be doing some sort of floppy dance with herI didn't quite work that part out either
Betty: [thinking to herself.] This guy has problems, I've never heard of such negligence! He must hate them to bitsI know I would. Fancy taking your only son to porn film starring his own mother! If I were he I'd --
Michael: But you know what? I really admire them.
Betty: [choke.]
Michael: My father, between the random English, shooting and blackmailing everyone in his wake, was the most admirable man in my world.
Betty: More admirable than [squeal.] Touma? How is that so?
Michael: He was versatile enough to go from the American Secret Service to managing Sakuma Ryuichi when he moved to the US and coming back to Japan to manage BAD LUCK, he was a crack shot - no matter how illegal it may seem, and he really was a loving father when he saw me. I remember the feeling I got when I saw his flowing blonde hair flicking in the distance
Betty: [gets out violin.]
Michael: He'd stride with confidence oozing out of every orifice towards me, bellowing "SUPER MANAGER! YEAH!" to everyone in earshot, then he would bend down and scoop me up in one fluid motionhe nearly always scraped my leg on his magnum, but I dealt with that.
Betty: [in awe of his admiration.] I really admire the respect you have for your father, despite his ill-moral way of bringing you up. What about your mother?
Michael: [spit.] She's a whore!
Betty: Hmmseeing that video of her exploiting herself couldn't have helped your relationship with her. That really wasn't intended for your viewing though, was it?
Michael: [holds up battered video copy of "I can't believe I did the whole team" with a card attached reading: "To dear Michael, Merry Christmas! Love always, Mama xoxo" ]
Betty: Sweet JesusThis is going to require some more probing
Michael: [pulls down pants.] Wellall right, but this is the last time I'll let it happen!
Betty: Not that sort of probing! I mean in our next session together!
Michael: [embarrassed.] Oh.of course you did. [Zip.]
Betty: Thank you for coming, I'm looking forward to talking with you next weekbut next time, leave the guns at home please. [Slaps away gun held at her temple.]
Michael: Sorryit's genetic! [Grin.] See you next week Doc!
Michael walks out feeling pleased and relieved with himself. He begins thinking to himself about the day's events.
Michael: [thinking.] Was that whole session a complete reflection on my obvious sexual frustration and manic depression due to my insolvent upbringing? Nah
[Scene ends with Michael walking away, "Sleepless Beauty" playing loudly on his headphones.]
Find out more in the next session!