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Therapy for the Unstable

Sora Jacobs:

To be specific, Twilight Shelf could be called the 'diversion unit', if that was the way you wanted to put it. This was where parents sent kids when they were out of options, unlike my parents who were never out of options, I was put here to just be put here.

Thanks mom.

Thanks Aerith.

Oh God, I've been putting them through so much shit lately, it was undoubtedly a breath of fresh air that they were able to send me here without me killing anyone.

That'd be funny… if I actually did.

Hah.

I remember leaving my house in the worst mood. With my older sister Aerith trying to cheer me up, even a little bit, even as one of the biggest bitches I knew, but she couldn't. I was set in being pissed off and full of rage.

'Don't get yourself in trouble', she said, 'do us a favor and come home tonight.'

Unfortunately, I got into trouble, that's how i ended up here.

'I love you Sora, but please… pull yourself together," she said that. My mother, she said she just wanted me to pull myself together.

That was kind of a shit sandwich now that I'm thinking about it. Saying I love you and then telling me to pull myself together, fuck, I wasn't falling apart. I'm making every decision with my own thoughts, I was a one track mind kind of kid, I didn't get persuaded easily.

The guys in here looked like they all wanted out, well them and the girl who practically toppled into me before attempting her own quick exit. The rest of the girls were quiet and kept to themselves. I knew the only thing I was going to look forward to in this psychiatric bullshit, were the hot girls that had the balls to come here and fuckers who thought they could intimidate me.

Here, being this large room that could occupy hundreds of people, but only currently held nine. Plus Cid, who was doing last minute round ups for in a different room.

I groaned, I should have took hits before I came here. Some shots, I wouldn't be so pissed off and off my game if I didn't come here sober. Who the hell was I anymore? Not getting laid, not getting stoned or drunk, the only thing I was getting was a therapy class with people who obviously hated their lives as much as I did.

Everyone in the waiting room had to step inside a completely different room, where Cid came out of, and pull chairs into a circle. We were given permission to do what we want for another ten minutes, walk and interact with each other, but she sat herself down not bothering to even try. I did the same, I wanted out of this place just as bad. I definitely wasn't here to make friends.

The silver haired guy, who was my height, had come to previous sessions with me, id seen his face around before.

"Riku Sundara, did you come here with your flask in your pocket."

"Sora Jacobs, did you come here with your dick is in your pants," despite this, he gave me a knuckle touch, not hesitant at all.

"You're sober too, guess you learned your lesson."

"Dude, we both came so shit face they threatened us with lawsuits."

I laughed, "No, they threatened us with lawsuits because I slept with Auron's daughter and beat up another kid, and then you started a fire in the guys bathroom."

Auron, the security guard, had it out for me now, hating me and glaring at me every time I came through the gates. All he could really make me do was walk through the gate a million times before I'm actually able to enter the building, but what the fuck ever. His daughter was good.

He shrugged, "Yeah well, what do you expect from two teenagers who opposed this whole idea of coming?" We were both leaning against the bookshelves lining the blackboards, chalk chicken scratch was sprawled illegibly, so I could hardly read it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was a complete gentleman."

"My ass, you hit it and proceeded to quit it."

I held back a satisfied grin, even Riku, who was against giving me any kind of compliments, admitted I had more game then him, It was true, I've had millions of girlfriends, and I've cheated on every single one at least one.

I could feel a glare from a distance, but I couldn't tell from behind those golden shades.

Arrogance and cockiness was a stain the no one could wipe off of me. I was the shit, girls checked me out like library books, all ages, women down to younger ladies, their eyes were on me. The red head was definitely no difference. Her head was cocked, as if she was looking down the ridge of her nose, processing my smirk into something.

"Excuse me, Riku. Time to break Miss Sunshine in."

Riku waved me off and sauntered over to the blonde and brunette who were engrossed in a conversation together, they snapped up when he made his way over there. If it had been me, they'd be a lot more flirtatious then that.

Focusing on the girl with the, 'don't look at me or I'll shoot you' kind of attitude,' I slid into one of the chairs directly across from her. Something about that look gave me something to look forward to in this fucking class. This place was like a jail cell. No one in this room looked like anything but irritated and tired, then again what were we supposed to look like?

I could see her in the chair directly across from me, Cid made us pull all our chairs into a circle to get a better look at each other. Not that I wanted a look at any of these crazies anyway. Well maybe her, the rebel.

Speaking of Cid, who the hell did this guy think he was?

He used fouler language than I did, and that had to be illegal or something. Seriously? He walked around with his chin jutted out and a toothpick in his mouth. Calling us by our last names. HE refers to this place as a class, but he talks to us like we're retarded or something. I was offended by the least.

Id seen him before, I was a veteran to this place, but I never had him before now.

Doubt he would make a difference.

She hasn't even made any effort to removing those stupid sunglasses since she stepped through the building doors. Just her dark auburn hair, her skin was tan, her lips were plump, she had spikes poking from her lips, and her fingers tapping impatiently on her crossed forearms and hell I'd definitely tap that.

I noticed her lips tightened into a thin line, I guess behind her sunglasses, she was awake. Well what the fuck was she so bitter about? I can look at her, that ain't a fucking crime. Stalking, but not looking. It was her fault anyways, since she had such a weird posture. Dressing rugged, but sitting like a priss. Her legs were neatly on top of one another, not moving at all.

"Oi, sunshine, don't think I cant see you checking me out through your shades," This had to be the first time my voice didn't melt through her skin like butter like expected. Well, not expected, but at least some sort of reaction was assumed.

But she didn't say anything, instead she just turned her head slightly, breaking eye contact, if there was to begin with.

I smirked, "You like the view sunshine? Most girls can't stand to look at me without taking there pants off."

Her face enough was a remark, it read 'don't fucking call me that you pig', I winked at her, "What? You don't like sunshine?" She pursed her lips, probably fighting the urge to snap back at that remark, she obviously didn't have that strong of self-control.

I waited, nothing.

She had to give something, before I dropped her cold. I wasn't a starfish, I wasn't just going to silently cling onto her, "You look very uptight… anything else, up or tight?" I muffled a laugh behind that comment as I tilted my head to the side as if viewing between her legs. She stiffened before crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hit on a girl in the same therapy session as you, should I be flattered or are you just desperate?" Her words has a distinct hiss in them, like she didn't want anyone to overhear.

Bingo.

I tapped my chin, "It speaks!"

Her posture was flawless, even in her disheveled appearance. Her back was straight, like a ruler was shoved up her ass and into her spine, and her legs were laid on top of each other without much effort, while everyone else in the room had more comforted posture, hers was uptight.

Now that I thought about it, if a stick was shoved up my ass, I guess I wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows.

"You should be very flattered, believe me, I am anything but desperate."

Her face was emotionless too, it seemed that even if she wasn't hiding behind her shades, she would probably keep a straight expression, "Don't try to charm me, like I stated before, I am not interested."

This bitch?

"If you are so 'uninterested' in me, then stop staring at me, my dick doesn't rise for just anyone."

She laughed, short and completely unimpressed, shook her dark red hair back, "You can't see my eyes."

"I can just tell," she didn't say anything, but it was clear she wasn't buying it, "Everyone has there own tell."

"Is that so."

I smirked, she acted bored, but she was curious, and the way she hadn't cut me off like I expected, just proved the assumption.

She frowned, "Humor me."

I looked around the room, everyone had migrated against the walls, or into the elevated seats that rose with every step, like an arena, talking amongst themselves. We were the only ones who had bothered to sit down right away.

I shrugged standing up, stretching, her gaze didn't follow me as I stood, self consciously, I checked my Rolex, there was a few minutes to spare and he figured a little humor would crack her.

"You play poker?"

She sighed, "Yeah."

"Strip?"

"What does this have to do with anything-"

"Do you play strip poker?" I repeated, she was quiet for a second.

"Yes, I do."

"Good to know," I chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind," I offered another wink but she didn't respond with anything but silence.

Then, "You're disgusting."

"Alright, fine…." I took a couple of seconds just staring at her as intently as I could, then broke into a smirk, because I got it, "I bet you fool people with those sunglasses." I noticed her ears perk up slightly, lucky I was looking at her ears and not her body, not that I'd be distracted that easily, I just don't like to tempt myself.

She sighed, showing that she was at least some kind of human in her, "What about them."

I strode over to her, taking the seat next to her, she didn't flinch, but I could see that she was listening now.

"You use them so you won't attract attention, but people are curious about them anyways. You use them to hide what you're thinking, and I'm guessing you're naturally an open book, and those eyes of yours, are the pages. Right? You sit with perfect posture, so you are well behaved at home, but your clothes and piercing show that you are against everything right now."

She didn't say anything, so I kept going, "I noticed your attitude and you don't hold you tongue, so you respect few people, and you don't think before you act which makes your-"

"Enough."

I pouted, "Enough? I thought you wanted me to humor you? I haven't even gotten to the punch line yet."

I considered that noise that gurgled in the back of her throat, a growl.

I sighed, "No need to go Edward Cullen on me, sunshine. You can save the growling for the sex."

"On the contrary," she sighed, "I'm team Jacob."

"I bet you are," Oh so she DID have some humor in her, it was dry, and her face didn't give it any back up, but it was definitely there. I think she would have retorted to that but she looked past me when I heard the door slam open and then shut.

Oh here we fucking go.

"ALRIGHT, SIT DOWN YOU MUBLING FUCKERS. Let's get this show on the road."

I sighed, Cid was stormed in, riled up and ready to take over. I was just going to sit back and enjoy this next session. I had to give this girl her rightful props, she got my interest.

I needed one more thing for her to think about, before she wrapped herself up in her guard again, I mean I was Sora Jacobs, how could you not think about this face, and this body.

'Scuse me if I was getting turned on by just the thought.

I mean of a girl thinking about me, not me thinking about me.

Oh god… maybe I was crazy.

"You know, I can read right through your façade."

I think for a moment she just faltered, her face broke into something other than the trained emotionless look, from what I could see, I saw a glimmer of panic, but it fell right back into it's normal stillness and her focus was back on Cid.

He was pointing at the top of the stairs and calling the rest of the 'patients' to join us in the large circle.

Finally.

"You don't even my name, what makes you think you know my story."

"If you really knew me sunshine, you'd know better than to underestimate me. That would be a horrible mistake."