Crazy

Chapter 2

By Greta

"Bastards," Seiya muttered, as he slammed down a small glass hard on the counter of the bar he was sitting at, before motioning towards the bartender to fill up his glass once more. The liquid burned its way down his throat and he grimaced, but he barely waited a minute before he downed the new shot in one gulp.

Seiya had been sitting at the counter of this bar for about half an hour now, downing one shot after the other, and he was starting to feel the consequences. His head felt light and it felt considerably harder to keep his eyes open than it had when he had entered the bar. The bar was a dingy little thing a few streets away from the good part of town the doctor's office was located in. His first session with Dr. Meioh had been completely useless, just as he had predicted. They had sat there, chit chatting about nothing of importance as far as he was concerned, him successfully blocking any attempt she made to get under his skin. He was sure he must have irritated her, sitting across from her in a very macho like pose, legs apart, one arm draped lazily across the sofa's back as he seized her up, his sexy smirk never once leaving his lips. He wanted to get the message across that he saw no use in this apart from maybe a quick flirt. Not that he was opposed to anything more than that. Dr. Meioh was a very attractive woman. Although she had been wearing a loose cardigan, he had sneaked more than one glimpse of her cleavage, which still looked nice for her age. For she was definitely a good bit older than he was. But then, a cougar was something he had been meaning to try out anyway.

Seiya shook his head to try and stop the direction his thoughts were heading in. He had been cursing about Taiki and Yaten after all, and was still angry with them. For when he had finally walked out of that office, he realized that they had just left him there. Of course getting a cab and going home that way was no problem, but he couldn't help but feel a little discarded. If it was so important to them that he pulled his act together, practically dragging him to the doctor's, they could have just as well stayed until the end as well. And so he wasn't going to do them the favor of reappearing home anytime soon.

"It's almost 10 pm," Taiki said, frowning as he looked up at the large clock that hung over the door that led to their spacious kitchen and dining area.

"Are you worried about him?" Yaten asked. He was sitting on a bar stool by a kitchen island, flipping through a magazine.

"I don't know … Not really, I guess. But I am interested in how it went."

Yaten snorted. "And that's exactly why he's giving us the cold shoulder now. And I don't think he'll be telling us anything anytime soon. Not that I think there will be much to say anyway."

"Oh come on, Dr. Meioh is the best! So many of our other clients recommended her to me!" a young woman chirped in. She was sitting across from Yaten, flipping through a folder with one hand while browsing through her phone's calendar with the other.

"We know, Aino-san," Taiki said as he sipped on a cup of coffee. "I looked her up myself a few days ago. She has good credentials. And I saw that she is specialized in severely traumatized cases."

Yaten snorted at this. "Oh come on, Seiya's been a shithead lately, but he is by all means not severely traumatized."

Taiki shrugged as if to say, well, what do we know.

"Well, It can't be of harm," the blonde haired woman contributed without looking up, now scribbling something down on the papers in front of her.

Yaten, who had not raised his eyes from the magazine he was flipping through during this conversation until now, stopped and looked across the counter at her. His face was serious as he watched the blonde continue her work. His eyes traced her face, the emotion behind them unreadable. He sighed deeply before he turned away from her again. "Of course it won't be of harm, Mina … ko," he said, tacking on the last syllable as if in afterthought.

At this Minako also looked up, studying his face for a few seconds as well. Laying down her pen, she slowly tucked away her phone and started gathering her papers.

"Well boys, I think I have everything I need for today. Here's your schedule for the next few days, I'll be back next week at the latest," she said, as she got up from the stool, now stuffing all her things into an expensive looking, bright orange leather bag. She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt and blouse as she hoisted the bag unto her shoulder, flashing them a V-sign with a large grin on her face. "As always, it's been a pleasure. If you need anything, call me at the agency."

"Alright, we will. Have a save trip home, Aino-san," Taiki said, as he accompanied her to the door where she put on her black stilettos, balancing herself with one hand which she held up against a wall. She winked at the tall young man, before grabbing her coat and closing the door behind her.

Yaten had remained seated in the kitchen while she had gotten ready to leave, ignoring it the best he could, staring down at the magazine. But he had stopped turning the pages. Taiki pulled up the chair Minako had sat in, and stared at Yaten.

"Are you alright?" Taiki asked.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?"

"Oh come on."

"No, I'm OK, really."

"You know as well as I do that we haven't crashed that hard yet that we can't hire a different manager."

"Stop it, Taiki. Minako is doing a good job and has been there since the beginning, there's no reason to hire someone new," Yaten said, once again starting to browse through the magazine. They sat there like that in silence for several minutes, Yaten flipping through the pages, not really looking at anything, and Taiki leaning on his arms, watching him do so.

"Alright. If you say so. But seriously, Yaten, don't let this become a problem for you or for her or the rest of us. I really don't want to have to drag you to therapy as well at some point."

Yaten only chuckled at this.

A gasp, a flailing of arms, a small half-swallowed shriek.

Seiya smirked. Losing their touch? Ruining the band? As if. He heard the women chattering nervously behind him but kept his back turned to them, his finger tracing the rim of the glass which had held his … well, he had long lost count, but it had held a lot of wodka already that night. He flexed the muscles in his arms, as he waited for their approach. He knew exactly what was coming, how this was going to turn out. The nervous first tap on his shoulder, the drunken flirting, the inevitable request for some twisted fan souvenir (he wondered just how many boobs he had autographed already in his life), and more often than not, at the end of it a girl clinging to him passionately as she couldn't believe her luck that she was actually making out with the famous Seiya Kou. He knew how to react to them and just what to say in all the right places, he knew which buttons he needed to press for what. It felt like a well-practiced dance. He felt he could practically count down to it. Three, two, one …

"Uhm, excuse me," a throaty whisper made him swivel his head to the right. "Are you … Are you Seiya Kou?"

And he grinned.

Birds were chirping as he unlocked the door to their apartment, not caring to keep the noise of his keys banging against the door down. Heck, he hoped that he would wake them up from the sweetest of all dreams. For all the pleasant surprises of the night, he had still not forgotten the day before, and was still pissed.

But the sun had beat him to it, Taiki at least was already up and about and only raised one eyebrow at him from behind the morning's newspaper.

"Had a good night?" was all he asked.

"Better than yours, that's for sure," Seiya sneered.

"Fucked another complete stranger then? Oh yes, I'm so envious of you," Taiki said dryly before turning back towards his newspaper.

Seiya gaped at him for a moment, before shaking his head. Jealous bastard. But he decided against continuing this banter, heading towards the bathroom door. Oh glorious shower, I'm on my way. But before he had reached the door, Taiki spoke up once more.

"So, how was it yesterday?"

"Amazing. Sex with me always is."

"You know what I'm talking about," Taiki snapped, as he laid down the newspaper on the table in front of him. "How was Dr. Meioh?"

"Like I said, amazing."

Seiya saw that he had succeeded in irritating Taiki at least for a moment. His eyes stared at him incredulously. But it didn't last for long.

"Dr. Meioh is an extremely intelligent woman. She would never fall for your crap."

"Oh, you don't know me."

"Well, if you two really did get it on last night, she is definitely more of a party animal than you are. I was on the phone with her half an hour ago, and she sounded nothing like the crap you look like today."

"What? You phoned her?" Seiya asked indignantly. "Aren't therapy sessions supposed to be private?"

"Don't worry. She didn't say anything about your session. I only asked when your next appointment is."

Crap.

"I heard you just fled the office and conveniently forgot to make a new appointment for next week. But no worries, I took care of that for you."

"Oh fuck this, Taiki! I'm not going there again! It was a complete waste of time."

"Well, tough luck. You're going again the day after tomorrow. And don't worry, this time I'll even stay to drive you back home at the end," Taiki said, a small smile playing at his lips, before he turned back to his coffee and newspaper, decidedly ignoring the stream of swear words being thrown into his directions, the heavy stomping of angry feet across the floor and the banging of a door that made his cup rattle.

"So, Kou-san," Dr. Meioh started.

"Like I said, it's Seiya. Everyone calls me Seiya."

"Alright, Seiya-san. Tell me what you want to talk about today."

"Listen, Meioh-san. We both know that I am here against my will. There's nothing wrong with me. I don't need a shrink."

"Your brothers seem to think so."

"They're not my brothers. I don't know why everyone keeps believing that we are."

Dr. Meioh stared at him, her hands wrapped around her right knee, waiting for him to continue. But Seiya only rolled his eyes, staring fixedly at a painting on the wall opposite from where he was sitting. It was a large painting of crashing waves in a flurry of countless hues of blue, grey and silver, and some odd dapples of gold and red. Was it supposed to have a soothing affect on the patients? He didn't know what to make of it.

As they sat there in silence, he noticed the sound of a clock ticking away steadily somewhere, a sound he simply could not stand. More to drown out its noise than anything else he spoke up once more.

"Who painted that painting?"

"It's from Michiru Kaioh. She's a very talented young woman. She's a violinist and an artist. Do you like it?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know why your two friends wanted us to start meeting?"

"Of course I know why, it's just that it has nothing to do with me being mentally ill. I'm perfectly fine!" he practically yelled at her. The doctor did not reply to this, her magenta eyes fixed on him. "I'm perfectly fine," he repeated once more, forcing his voice to be calm.

"No one said that you aren't. Not only the mentally ill need someone to talk to from time to time."

"But I don't need you just so I can have someone to talk to either, there's enough people in my life! I mean, I'm famous, everyone knows me. If I feel like having a conversation I can just turn to the next best person who happens to be standing beside me at that moment."

She smiled softly at this. "But you can't really talk about everything with a complete stranger from the street."

"So what? You're a complete stranger to me as well."

"That's true. Do you want to get to know each other a bit better? How about you tell me some things about yourself?"

"Oh come on, Meioh-san, what a cheap trick. Do you think I'll open up just like that?" he asked, smirking, his arms crossed against his chest. "I'm Seiya Kou, 24 years old, singer and lead guitarist in a band called the Three Lights."

"That's nothing that I didn't know already."

"Well, it will have to do."

But the doctor did not seem rattled at all, only smiled at him once more. "Alright." She seemed to have no problem with his behaviour whatsoever. "I have time."

Seiya felt like a wet towel once he finally left the doctor's office. Meioh-san really knew what she was doing. The rest of their hour had passed with him dodging her questions and just barely managing not to let anything slip that would help her in doing her work. But it had gotten more and more exhausting as the minutes passed by, and she had managed to rile him up more than once.

"Alright, Seiya-san. I'll see you again next week. Oh and you don't have to find a date with Megumi, Taiki-san already took care of that."

"Of course he did," Seiya muttered as he turned away from the receptionist's desk towards the clothes stand to pick up his jacket.

"Tsukino-san, I'll be with you in a moment. I just need to make another phone call," Dr. Meioh said, smiling at a young woman sitting in the waiting room. She nodded at the older women in response. Seiya hadn't noticed her at first as he had made his way out of the doctor's office. It was the same girl he had seen the last time he had been here - there was just no forgetting a hairdo like that.

She looked a little uncomfortable on the large white leather chair she was sitting in, a small pink knapsack in the shape of a rabbit on her lap. She was wearing what looked like a school uniform, even though he couldn't help but feel that she was too old for that by now. She did look younger than him, but not really so much that she still went to school. Dangling his jacket over his right shoulder he sauntered over to her, his free hand stuck deeply into the pocket of his jeans.

"Hey there, Odango Atama," he said, as he sat down in the chair beside her.

She looked startled at being addressed like that, but only for a moment. A small frown started building on her lips, and she clasped her bunny knapsack tightly to her.

"What did you just call me?"

"Odango Atama. Oh come on, it fits you," he said, grinning boyishly.

"But that's not my name," she said.

"Well, I should hope not."

"Why? What would be wrong with it? Do you have a problem with my hair?" she asked, her eyes narrowed, her posture stiff.

"Whoa, never mind," Seiya said, surprised at her distinctively vicious tone. Why was he even bothering with her? He hadn't spared another thought for her after ha had last seen her, and she seemed to have no interest in him either.

Oh, right.

She really did not seem to be interested in him. Seiya, who had wanted to stand up already to leave, sat down again abruptly.

"Say, Odango Atama," he started, drawing out the two words on purpose. "Don't you know who I am? Other girls would be glad if I called them that."

"Why would they be glad that you made fun of them?"

"Well, it's not every day that a superstar pays attention to you."

"Oh," the girl said simply, and oh so neutrally. Still no gasp of recognition, no sorry, I didn't recognize you, no embarrassed silence. She seemed to absorb what he had said as a simple fact, nothing more and nothing less, and definitely not as something to get worked up about.

"Are you a superstar then?"

"Wait, wait. You really don't know me?"

"Should I?"

"Why … I – I mean – I'm Seiya Kou!" he said at last, not saying it as sexily as he usually did.

"OK." There was that neutral tone again.

The click of the doctor's door made both of them look up. The young woman grabbed her bunny bag, and walked over to the doctor without another glance in Seiya's direction.