SAR: CHAPTER TWO IS UP! This is my first multi-chap fic so pardon me if I don't post stuff up fast enough. Feel free to leave me comments telling me to hurry my ass up. :-D

Rinku: HAHA! You're slow!!

SAR: Shut the fudge up Rinku (I'm censoring my language for all the kiddies out there.) Disclaimer and warning if you would be so kind Rinku.

Rinku: Would be my pleasure Ma'am.

SwisArmyRomance owns nothing. We mean it folks. Other than this plotline and that crazy coffee dude from chapter 1 she owns ABSOLUTLY nothing. Hell, she doesn't even own the penname 'SwisArmyRomance'! That's a name of a song that the authoress ALSO receives no money for…which is probably why she's totally broke right now…

Warning: This story will be shonen ai and yaoi in future chapters. Also this chapter contains some super-mild violence and foul language cuz the authoress is a potty mouth.

BTW VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just so no one thinks I can't spell almost all the mistakes made while Jin is talking are intentional. (Ya know cuz of his accent.) Don't want anyone thinking I'm an idiot.

SAR: BTW! Kudos to Ryoukko-kai who has reviewed all of my shit and been a super helpful and all around B.A. person. THIS CHAPTER IS FOR U:-D (I no how excited u must b right now) I totally suggest everyone go read her stuff cuz it's all awesome!

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Chapter 2:

"An ya know whah? Shrinks in general piss meh off. Who they think they are telling me that I'm nuts? Same with my Da' and mum, I know I'm a lil' loon-like; No need fer them ta point it out alla time." Jin blabbered.

For the first time in twenty minutes Touya lifted his eyes from his desk as his head snapped up in attention.

"What do you mean Jin?" Touya asked suddenly cutting his over-talkative patient off mid-sentence.

"Oh sorry, didn' mean ta offend ya with the shrink thing-"

"Not that." Touya said exasperatedly. For the first time in the entire session Jin had said something that didn't have to do with hating psychiatrists. "I meant about your parents."

"Oh" Jin said gloomily. (1) "There ain't much ta say bout them. 'M not up ta there "expectations" so theh think there mus' be somethin' wrong with me. There ain't though. Annoyin' as hell, the two of 'em together."

"So if you don't think you have a problem why do you think you need to be here? And why did you feel you needed to see," Touya tried to remember "4 other psychiatrists?" Touya made sure to stress the word "psychiatrist" as opposed to "shrink".

Jin frowned.

"Ya read bout that in da file didn't ya?" Jin pouted like a stubborn child and the therapist across from him tried to suppress a small laugh at how child-like he really looked.

"Ma parents wan'ed ta send me ta some ritzy mental hospital er sumthin'. I told em to screw 'emselves. Thing is though, my Da' helps me pay my rent. They said they'd cut meh off if I don't get some 'Professional Help' (2)

Touya frowned again.

"What do they think your problem is Jin?" Touya asked. Jin's eyes widened a little bit, like a mouse that the cat had spotted.

"Well they er…" Jin trailed off. "They think Aye've gotten real loony in the last few years. 'M always jumpin at things and such. 'M loony, yea, but only a lil. None 'o their concern anyways." Jin murmured.

"Why the last few years Jin? When do you think this started?" Touya asked enthusiastically, glad that he'd finally gotten the Irishman to say something that could actually be helpful. He watched the redhead shift uncomfortably in his seat. The room remained silent for a moment.

"Stuff." Jin said finally. His eyes kept shifting between his doctor and the door. Touya's enthusiasm immediately dropped at his patient's cryptic answer.

"What do you mean by 'stuff' Jin?"

"Jus'…" Jin trailed off looking desperate. "Its jus' stuff; Lot's of stuff goin on alla time." Jin's inner dictionary (3) seemed to fail him as he searched himself for a good explanation. "Jus' lot's of stuff makin' me a loony toon."

"Jin, you-"

"Sorry Dr. Phil but I really gotta get goin now. It's real important." Jin said anxiously, already half way out of his seat. With surprising speed Touya got up from his desk and ran over to his patient.

"Jin," He said while gently squeezing the redhead's shoulder. "You're not as insane as your family thinks. You should tell them that. However, there is something bothering you and I think you should come see me again this time next week." Touya stared into Jin's wide fearful eyes with the most sympathetic, calm look he could muster.

"Ya hav pretty eyes." Jin said innocently.

Touya raised his eyebrows. He could barely think of a way to respond to that statement. Luckily he never had to…

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass invaded the room. After a moment, the two realized it had come from the waiting room outside. Touya rushed immediately out the door and Jin followed a second later.

"Risho." Touya muttered fearfully under his breath.

The large mirror that had hung on one of the walls seemed to have been smashed with a glass beer bottle which also lay broken on the floor. Touya had a flash of fear in his eyes before he regained control of his features and inhaled deeply.

"I suppose this session in over Jin. Will I see you next week?" Touya asked while still staring intently at the broken fragments of mirror. Jin remained silent as he looked curiously at the man next to him. "Jin?" Touya asked with a bit of urgency in his voice. Jin's head snapped in attention,

"Yeh sure…" Jin said quickly. He waited for his new doctor to say something more but only silence followed. Jin grabbed his backpack that he'd left in the waiting room and hurried toward the door.

"By the way Jin," Touya called just as Jin's fingertips touched the doorknob. Jin's ears perked in attention. "Please don't call me 'Dr. Phil' during future visits." The young doctor said numbly while still staring at the reflective bits and pieces.

"Will do Dr. Itsuru. An' good luck talking to th' drunk." Jin rushed out the door glad to finally be out of the office.

Touya swept up the remains of the mirror and bottle as best he could, all the while hoping that this was Risho's final outburst and Touya would at last be left in peace. The combination of problems, patients and Risho's nonsense that Touya had delt with already today was taking it's toll on the young doctor.

He sat himself down shakily in one of the room's stiff chairs. His eyes closed gently and he inhaled deeply and slowly.

Peace. He thought. One short moment of peace would make the migraine better. Unfortunately, his peace was disturbed a moment later by a buzzing sound coming from his pocket. Touya glanced at his phone. A new text message:

I just saw the freak leave. You outside now.

Touya's eyes widened. He snapped the phone shut and looked outside the two-story window. Sure enough, Risho's beady black eyes were staring up at him from the ground. Touya's form began shaking ever so lightly. Although he was too far above to see the details in the dark-haired man's features Touya could feel Risho's powerful, spiteful glare.

There was a rather large flight of stairs between Dr. Touya Itsuru's office and the ground floor of the building. Touya walked slowly looking straight ahead of him the entire time. Each step he took mocked him, with the sounds of his steps pounding in his eardrums. Every forward motion he made down the steps seemed slowed. His anxiety increased every second.

After what seemed like an eternity of small steps Touya reached the bottom floor of the building and walked outside. Risho was sitting on a bench with his cigarette in hand.

"Freak had a nice car. I should take it around next time he visits." Risho said. Touya's fists clenched.

"What do you want with me? I thought this business was over after high school." Touya asked shakily. Risho's face, which a second ago had held a look of wicked amusement, contorted into pure anger and hatred.

"You little son of a bitch." Risho spat. Venom dripped off every word. His alcohol hazed eyes had difficulty focusing on Touya's form. "You left us! The rest of that trash school had a knife to your throat when we all found you! We all had a bond you bastard! 'Graduation' doesn't change the fact that you're one us!" He grabbed Touya by his collar and lifted him a few inches off the ground. Touya's normally icy, unreadable eyes were wide. "Your posh office and your cushy job doesn't get rid of that scar on your arm and it doesn't get rid of the tattoo on your back. The one that marked you as part of our 'club'. Remember?" Risho asked. Touya was thoroughly afraid. Risho was a rabid dog, his anger only sharpened by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"And you'll never get rid of those terrible, freakish eyes. You think you're superior to the people that come to you for help but you're not. You're a cold, psychotic mess with a crappy life-

"The only thing I regret in my life was joining your little club Risho." Touya interrupted fiercely. Risho closed his mouth and set Touya down. For a moment, Touya saw a brief glimpse of the old Risho, a person he'd called a friend, an actual person. Not this drunk with a crumpled life. For a second the two were calm, the world around them was still as the two old friends looked straight into the others eyes.

The fist that suddenly impacted with Touya's face caught him so off guard he couldn't breath. After a few more blows to the stomach Touya Itsuru lay unconscious on the ground. Risho scribbled a short message on a crumpled peace of paper and shoved it into Touya's hand.

Jin Kaze walked into his apartment. He dropped himself onto his couch and started twitching his thumbs. His loud, jumbled thoughts settled for a moment on the young doctor he had just visited. He had really nice eyes…Jin almost fell asleep remembering Itsuru's words, remembering his voice.

Suddenly his telephone rang. He grunted, then he groaned, then he cursed…

"FUCK WHOEVER'S CALLING MA FUCKING PHONE!!!! YA FUCKER! DON' CALL ME WHEN I'M ABOUT TO FALL ASLEE-"

He cut himself when he heard his mother's voice from the answering machine.

"Honey, It's your mother." No shit. "I'm worried about you. How was the new doctor? Stay with this one please. If you don't get professional help you'll always be like this…" She trailed off. He was very close to picking up the phone and telling her that he did not require "professional help" nor did he need her waking him up like this. He even went so far as to get up off his extremely comfy couch when his mother added:

"You father is talking about cutting you off, whether you stay with this therapist or not. He's been saying you've caused to much trouble lately…"she trailed off again. "I think he's just upset and overworked. Honey, please call."

Jin groaned and plopped down once more on his couch. A child-like pout settled on his face. He tried closing his eyes again but he couldn't fall back asleep. His thoughts drifted once more to the young psychiatrist. As Jin stared at the wall he couldn't help but wonder what Itsuru was doing at this very moment.(4)

A gloomy Jin? So sad…doesn't it just bring a tear to your eye??? ;-(

OHMIIGOSH THE TITLE TOTALLY MAKES SENSE NOW:-D

Jin's inner dictionary mainly consists of words that are no longer than 2 syllables and are all said in an Irish accent.

Lying on the concrete… ouchie

I'm a little unsure about what's gonna go down in the next few chapters so please give me suggestions if you have any!