Mr. & Mrs. Dincht
Chapter 1- Council for the Couple
Disclaimer- I do not own Final Fantasy, or Mr. & Mrs. Smith. They are both owned by other people NOT me. This is the only chapter I'm going to put this disclaimer in.
A/N- So this is "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" Final Fantasy VIII style. I hope that you all like it and please R it's what starving authors feed on...
"Dr. Kramer your 9:15 appointment is here," said the voice over the P.A. in his office. The man pressed a button on his phone.
"Send them in Xu," he said aloud. He got up and sat down in a large black chair positioned in front of his desk for better conversation. As he got himself ready a couple walked into the office; a blonde man about 5'7 and a brunette woman probably 3 inches shorter than the man.
The two were around the age of 24, "A young age to be married," thought the man. Dr. Kramer signaled the two to sit in the chairs across from him and the two did as were told. The woman was dressed in a simple black pencil skirt, a white button down and black heels. The man wore a dark blazer over a white t-shirt and black pants.
They sat beside each other, in two matching black leather chairs, both in preparation to be grilled by their councilor. The balding man pushed his glasses farther up on his nose, and clicked his pen twice, ready to write down notes on the conversation.
"Names?" he asked looking down at his appointment slip not even bothering to introduce himself.
"Zell Dincht," replied the man coolly.
"Selphie Dincht, maiden name Tilmitt," replied the woman crossing her left leg over the other. Dr. Kramer wrote something down on the appointment slip and clicked his timer, signaling the beginning of the hour-long session.
He cleared his throat, "So how long have you two been married?" he asked the couple.
"Five years,"
answered Selphie.
"Four years,"
answered Zell at the same time. Selphie looked over at him quickly
with only her eyes displeased with her husbands answer.
"Four or five years," said the blonde man correcting himself. Dr. Kramer wrote some notes on his clipboard.
"How happy are you as a couple on a scale of one to ten?" asked the councilor.
"Eight," replied the brunette quickly.
"Wait a sec, what exactly are the criteria for this?" asked Zell, "Is one, terribly miserable, and ten, perfectly happy? Or..." the man trailed off. Selphie crossed her hands in her lap, her annoyance evident to her husband.
"Just answer the question, however you see fit Mr. Dincht," replied Dr. Kramer, writing some more notes.
Selphie began to shake her foot, "Why am I so anxious? I can infiltrate an office filled with armed soldiers but I get nervous during a session with a marriage councilor.
"Alright then, ready," replied Zell.
"Eight," the two said in unison.
"So why is it that you two have come for marriage counseling?" asked the councilor.
"A friend of mine told me about you, Quistis. She said that your sessions saved her marriage," replied Selphie. Dr. Kramer began to write something in his notes. "Not that our marriage needs saving," she covered quickly, "I just want to make sure that we're, you know, on track."
"So it was a joint decision?" he asked looking at Zell.
"Of course," replied Selphie answering for her husband.
"Okay, how often do you have sex?"
The two were taken aback by that question, though looking at them you couldn't tell.
"I don't understand the question," said Selphie uncrossing and re-crossing her legs.
"Is this also on a scale of 1-10?" asked Zell, "Ten being all the time?"
"And one being never?" asked Selphie, "Because, technically zero is never."
"Or how good the sex is? One being terrible and ten being amazing?" asked the blonde leaning forward in his seat a little bit.
Dr. Kramer wrote something down on his pad, "Let's just... skip the question." Zell scratched the back of his neck nervously and then cleared his throat returning to the laid-back stance in his chair. "What roles do each of you fall into in the household? Who is the main provider, or do you both work, who cleans, who cooks? That sort of thing."
"We both work," stated Zell, "I'm a personal trainer and a physiotherapist."
"I'm a CEO at Heartilly Inc.; we are currently trying to rebuild the town of Dollet after that hurricane last month," said Selphie trying to win points with the man. "I also do the cooking, cleaning and decorating, I mean, when I'm not busy with my work."
The man shifted in his seat and quickly looked at his pocket watch examining how long was left in the session.
Selphie pulled the hem of her skirt farther up on her knee, taking a look around the room. The walls were a deep burgundy coloured wood, and were adorned with pictures of Dr. Kramer's family. She counted three daughters, all of which were most likely under the age of 16. His wife had deep black hair, and looked much younger than her husband, probably 7 or 8 years.
She then looked over at her husband, he caught her glance and the two smiled.
"I wonder if she's pissed about the 'how happy are you' question," he thought looking back at the councilor.
"I am so pissed about the 'how happy are you question'. What are the criteria my ass! Stop stalling you jackass," thought Selphie.
Zell let out a small yawn; he was dead tired. This appointment was scheduled for far too early in the morning, and he had had a long night prior. "Squall is gonna give me hell for that mission," he thought to himself, "but it wasn't my fault that stupid tech kid forgot to tell me about the third set of guards..."
Dr. Kramer cleared his throat and looked up from his notepad, "So," he began, "How did you two first meet?"
"It was in Timber," replied Selphie.
"The 'Red Wall Hotel' in Timber, four years ago," said Zell nodding.
"Five," corrected Selphie.
"Right," said Zell, "Four or five years ago."
"We were both on vacation," started Selphie, "we bumped into each other accidentally after certain... incidents..."