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Authors' Note: This story was co-authored by fakiagirl and Shadow Neko Yumi. It was inspired by A dummy's guide to proper courtship by Mizu-Tenshi. In Chapter 4, Perfect Innocence, there is this quote;

' "Since they fight a lot too, is Kurogane-san in 'that' kind of relationship with Mokona too?"

"God no!" Fai slapped a hand across his mouth. '

. . . and thus KuroMoko was formed.

Edit: Shadow Neko Yumi is now weaselwhiskers. We wrote this when we were about 12 years of age, so I am in the process of editing the text, and perhaps adding some new chapters :)

The Psychiatrist

Kurogane grunted as he plopped down on a dull blue-grey chair in a secluded corner. Angst radiated out from him, giving the other people in the waiting room the impression that a small storm was brewing over his head. A nurse entered the waiting room with a bright smile on her face, clipboard in hand. "The next patient is Kurogane!" she exclaimed, waving her hands enthusiastically as if she were announcing the next contestant for a game show.

Kurogane looked up and his angst-cloud seemed to expand another couple inches. Her fake smile grew as if to cancel out the angst that was threatening her cheerful waiting room. The depressed man rose slowly, the angst cloud drifting over his head as he dragged himself across the room. "Right this way!" the nurse said cheerily, gesturing enthusiastically towards the door behind her.

A blond man looked up from the mahogany desk that seemed to be the focus of the room. The man stood up, smiling genially. "Welcome to my office! I am Dr. Flowright." He extended his hand to Kurogane, who glared at the offending body appendage. Dr. Flowright left his hand extended for a moment, but decided to withdraw it when Kurogane's glare was turned onto the doctor's face. Dr. Flowright gestured invitingly at the chair across from his desk before sitting back down behind the piece of furniture.

"Thanks . . ." grunted Kurogane dismally, glancing at the nameplate on the desk, ". . . Fai."

"Oh, no!" Fai D. Flowright said happily, waving his hands dismissively. "No need to be formal; just call me Fai -" He paused for a moment before changing the subject. "So, is there something you wish to discuss?"

"No."

Fai inhaled deeply, leaning his elbows on the desk in front of him and steepling his fingers. "So, what was the reason for your visit?"

"My coworkers forced me to come here against my will."

"Why did your coworkers force you to come here against your will?"

"Because they don't like my lover!" he snarled, slamming his hand down on the desk. Fai involuntarily jerked backwards.

"Tell me a little about your lover," Fai said, leaning forward on his elbows once again.

"Well, my sweet, sweet bean has smooth, pale skin that seems to glow in the moonlight. My sweet bean's voice is the most gentle, soothing sound I have ever heard. My sweet bean is graceful, kindhearted, petite, soft, angelic . . ."

Fai daintily hid his smile behind his hand. "How did you meet?"

Kurogane blushed at the memory, trying in vain to hide it. "It was a beautiful spring day. I was on my way home from work when I smelled the most alluring scent I had ever smelled. I followed the lovely aroma to a small corner café, where I saw my sweet bean for the first time, sitting all alone. The sight filled me with sadness, and, acting entirely on impulse, I picked up my sweet bean and brought my darling home. We have never been apart since."

"So, you . . . kidnapped her?"

"No! My sweet bean loves me too!" Kurogane cried indignantly.

"Your sweet bean sounds very nice. Perhaps you should bring her along for your next appointment."

"But . . . my sweet bean is here!"

Fai suddenly sat up straighter. "Oh, really?" This must be where the mental problems come in.

Kurogane hesitated. "He's very shy . . ."

Oh. "But I would love to meet him!"

"Erm . . . Mokona, sweet bean, I would like you to meet Dr. Flowright."

Fai's expression changed from encouraging, to incredulous, to horrified as Kurogane pulled a small, round, white object from his breast pocket. "A manju?"

- End Chapter -