Note: I do not own Detective Conan, if I did why the hell would I be writing fan fiction?
Shinichi leaned his back against the black leather couch in the waiting room of the psychologist's office. On one side of him was Kaito who was cheerily flipping through the magazines that were scattered on the table in the middle of the room, his arm looped through Shinichi's to insure that he wasn't going to go anywhere. On the other side was Hattori who was trying to cheer up Shinichi with a baseball magazine.
"Fat chance that was going to work, he didn't even get my favourite sport right." Shinichi thought, "Oh well, I doubt I'm going to get out of this. Might as well plan something fun for the psychologist"
And Shinichi smirked, a dangerous smirk, kind of like the smirk Kid smirks. The two boys on either side of Shinichi suddenly felt like they should get away from here, far, far away. And just as fast as the smirk appeared, it disappeared and replaced with a frown
"Just why am I here?" Shinichi whined.
"Because we're all worried about your sanity." Heiji replied knowingly, discarding the magazine he held. "Especially after what happened two days ago."
Kaito nodded at this and Shinichi gave a mental snort.
"C'mon it won't be that bad, this shrink's my personal favourite out of all of them!" Kaito said cheerily.
"Eh, Kuroba just how many psychologists have you been to?" Hattori asked his face paling through his tan.
"Oh, about 10 or 11, most of them retire after I visit them. Actually this one is the only one that hasn't retired." Kaito said happily as he put down his magazine to grin at the two of them.
"I wonder why." Shinichi muttered.
"Kudo Shinichi, the psychologist is ready to see you." The receptionist said over her desk.
Dislodging himself from Kaito's grip he walked dejectedly towards the door, not before shooting the two boys o the couch, the patent pending I'm Going To Kill You When I'm Done Look. For not the first time, the boys felt like they wanted to be anywhere else but the waiting room. Shinichi opened the door and slipped inside.
The psychologist's office was typical office, warmly lit with a desk on one end. Next to the desk was a black leather couch that had a blanket on it. Light was streaming out of the window behind the desk, warming the office considerably. Sighing Shinichi plopped down onto the couch just as the psychologist walked in and sat behind her desk. When she saw him, the psychologist's mouth flew open in shock and she displayed some very impressive acrobatics while she tried to get as far away from him as possible.
"K-K-Kuroba-kun?" she stuttered, pointing at him.
"Oh, goody, this one won't take too long to break." Shinichi thought gleefully. "Oh, I'm sorry, Fumiyo-san what has my alter ego done to you?" he said politefully.
"A-alter ego?" she said still pressed up against the wall.
"Shh, Shinichi don't tell her about us." Shinichi said doing an impression of Kaito, switching back to his own voice he said, "But she's a psychologist we're supposed to tell her the truth."
Finally the psychologist regained some of her composure, after several minutes of awkward silence, she sat down at her desk and pulled put a set of cards.
"…Right, well we'll address your problem later, so lets start with some basics. I'll show you a card and you'll tell me what you see, ok?"
"Okay." Shinichi cheered in Kaito's voice.
"Okay, what do you see?" she held up a card.
"Well, it looks like blood spray from a knife wound to the neck." Shinichi said in his own voice.
"No, I think it looks like a princess riding of in the sunset with the dashing thief, Kaitou Kid!" he also said, this time in Kaito's voice.
"No, bloodspray!"
"No, Kaitou Kid!"
"Blood spray!"
"Kid"
"Blood spray!"
"Kid!"
"Alright, ENOUGH!" Fumiyo broke in. "Here's another card, what do you see?"
"I see a man who's head is about to be severed by a guillotine with pretty flower decorations." Shinichi said. In his own voice.
"I see Chicago-style pizza." Kaito's voice this time.
"It's a guillotine."
"It's pizza."
"Guillotine."
"Pizza."
"Alright, be quiet, both of you! " Fumiyo screamed, and then calming down, "Okay, let's move on, why don't you tell me about your little problem.?
"What problem?" Shinichi asked in Kaito's voice.
"The problem about you having multiple personalities?"
"I've never really noticed any problem."
We can kind of guess where this is going right? Because what happens for the next 30 minutes would probably scar you and me for the rest of our lives. So lets skip ahead.
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Kaito looked up from where he was dying Heiji's hair while Heiji was sleeping when the psychologist he was so particularly infatuated with ran out of her office and out the door, screaming her head off. Heiji woke up with a start when he heard the screaming and looked at the door to the psychologists office. Following his gaze Kaito looked up and saw Shinichi leaning against the doorframe looking very calm.
"The psychologist has appeared to have gone insane." He drawled as he walked out the door.
Heiji and Kaito looked at each other, made a mental promise to never let Shinichi near a psychologist again and followed him out the door.
Authors Note: We all know that Shinichi likes to break psychologist's minds. Its just what he does. Now if you don't think the bit with the psychologist sounds like a psychologist then oh well, I've never actually been to one and I don't study psychology. I hope you enjoyed and REVIEW!!!!!!