Disclaimer: 'ts in Chapter 1.

I haven't been updating this one since BAW takes up so much of my attention and inspiration hasn't been running rampant with this.

.-T-.

Lunch was very cooperative about the whole deal with the psychiatrist. Anytime that I told her there was an appointment, she went without a problem and didn't make anything tough for Dr. Pisaiki. But Kushami...

"Nani?! Why should I sit on a couch and talk to some old quack with a piece of paper hanging on the wall that says he can take money for just listening to people talk? It's a waste of my time..."

I rubbed my left temple; after a hard day of training, I just remembered that she had an appointment in two hours, and now I had to convince her to go. "Aren't you concerned about this at all?"

"What? The sneezing?" She stepped back slightly. "You get used to it, you know. It's a little inconvenient at times, but nothing that I can't handle."

"But don't you want to be able to do things without an interference like that? I mean, you'll sneeze at some of the most inopportune times. You know that."

"But it's nothing important... and I've always gotten through fine. There's nothing to worry about... really..."

I sighed and took her by the shoulders softly. "Please go, Kushami."

She avoided my gaze by lowering her head and looking to the side, but I thought for a moment that I saw some red on her cheeks. "Fine. I'll go if that's what you want."

Later, after she had left, Chouzu looked at me with concern. "Are you sure about the psychiatrist, Ten-san?"

I glanced over at him from the fridge, looking for food. "What do you mean? Do you think that he might not be credible?"

"No, it's not that..." he said, "but, if he cures her, what do you think will happen?"

I stopped and closed the door. Suddenly, I wasn't very hungry. "I never thought about it before..."

"Do you think that she'll lose one of her selves?"

.-K-.

I'm doing this as a favor for Tenshinhan, so I have to go through with it. That's what I kept telling myself through the whole thing. The doctor asked me questions, furiously took notes on everything that I said, and muttered to himself a lot while I was actually told to say something more than a couple of sentences.

Then he asked that one question that I was hoping that he would avoid. "Can you tell me about your childhood Lun-- I mean... Kushami-san?"

I gave him a glare for a few seconds. "No."

"Oh? And why not?" He scribbled furiously.

I sneered. I knew exactly what he was going to get from this, and I didn't like it. "I don't remember my childhood."

He looked back up at me from his pad with a slightly surprised look on his face, then took those glasses off his nose and took a serious semblance to me. "You don't?"

"No."

"Hmm..." He put his glasses back on and began writing again. "So... whenever you try to think it up, you draw a complete blank?"

"Yes."

He nodded and wrote some more. "What's your earliest memory, Kushami-san?"

I thought for a second. "I'm not sure."

"Well, just go back through steps. You know what I mean by that, right?"

I crossed my arms and went into deep thought. I never thought about it before because it never came up as important. Before I met Son and Kuririn, I was robbing a train... my heist in Cambodia was before that... I stole Mogok's Rubies before that... but was that before or after I stole the Carmen Lucia Ruby...?

"Kushami-san?"

"Hmm? What?"

"I see that you're thinking rather diligently. Would you mind telling them out loud while you go through them?"

I growled at him. I wasn't about to tell him the many illegal activities and thefts I've had throughout the years. The only reason that I tolerated him this much was because of Tenshinhan. Regardless, he got the point, and he allowed me to proceed in silence.

But not long after I shook my head. "After so far back, everything starts to blur together. I don't even know how young I was then."

He nodded and wrote some more. "I see... Well, Kushami-san, you may leave, but could I ask you something before you do?"

I was already out of the chair and stretching before he finished that sentence. "What?"

"Do you feel adverse to seeing a neurologist acquaintance of mine and having some CAT scans and MRIs taken?"

My brows lowered and I scowled at him, then I looked away. "Perhaps if someone was with me."

"I don't see the problem with that, but it depends on what the neurologist thinks. Who would you take? That Tenshinhan that you spoke so often of?"

Did I really talk about him that much? "I don't know. Maybe."

"Then I'll contact him and ask about it. Take care, Kushami-san."

.-L-.

I stopped going to Dr. Pisaiki's for a while. I was told that all the visits to him were finished, and I'd see him one last time along with one of his colleagues, but not for several months. I wondered how this would all end up while I cleaned up the living room and washed my hands before preparing dinner.

Tenshinhan and Chouzu came in for dinner a little late. I greeted them. "Sorry, but dinner might have gotten a little cold. Do you want me to heat it up for you?"

"No, that's alright," said Tenshinhan, "You do enough around here as it is; I won't ask you to do that."

I shrugged. "I really don't mind one way or the other. Everything's on the table. I made Ton-Katsu and Tanuki Jiru(a/n) for you. Several helpings."

"Really?" Chouzu seemed very happy by what I said, "C'mon, Ten-san."

Tenshinhan scratched his head a bit. "I didn't think that we had any pork left…"

"I went to the market earlier today while you were training. I guess you didn't notice." I smiled and them and went into the kitchen before them.

After dinner, I suddenly found myself tired and went to bed. When I got in, I noticed something on the dresser that I didn't see before. A little box of what looked like medication that you can buy over the counter. I picked it up and looked at it. The name itself looked hard to pronounce, but I'm pretty sure that it was some sort of pill for the sinuses. It was brand new; the plastic on it wasn't even broken.

I scratched my head. "I guess I got this and didn't take any of them. I feel fine, though, so I'll just leave them." I put them back down and got dressed for bed. When I was getting under the covers, I heard a knock on the door.

"Umm, Lunch-san?" I head Tenshinhan's voice, "Are you alright? You retired rather early today…"

"I'm fine, just tired from working all over the house all day. It was a little more dirty than usual."

"Yeah, that…" He stopped for a second. "Anyway, goodnight."

"Goodnight!" I smiled and laid my head on the pillow before pulling the comforter over me.

.-T-.

I entered into the room just as the phone rang. My head snapped towards it. There was hardly if ever anyone that called since I rarely gave anyone the number. I picked it up and awkwardly answered, "Moshi-moshi?"

"Tenshinhan-san," a voice on the other side of the line said, "This is Dr. Pisaiki. I've called to tell you that the appointment with the neurologist has been canceled."

"Canceled? Why?"

"When looking for anything to reference Lunch-san's condition and background, we found previous files from another series of examinations that she's undergone before."

"S-she's been examined before?"

"Yes, but I don't believe she remembers them. Both Lunch and Kushami have no knowledge of their past and have no idea what their earliest memory could be. They're unconsciously blocking it out."

"How old are these files?"

"Many years old. She was just a lass at the time. Her background states that she's officially "Lunch", and she's had the split personality for as long as it could be noticed. The transformation aspect of it didn't occur until after she's undergone several treatments."

I rubbed my forehead around my eye. "Why are you telling me this instead of Lunch?"

"Seeing as only one of the personalities will remember it, the better option seemed to be telling her companion."

Companion? "Alright, but do you know why she's like this? Maybe there's a way to control it more effectively?"

"I'm sorry, but when anyone else tries to use medical intervention, defense factors always complicate it."

I sighed. "But what started it in the first place? Was she born this way?"

"Disassociative Identity Disorder is not inherited. We believe that it has to do with her being an orphan since she was 4 years old."

.-K-.

As soon as I had the chance, I swallowed several of those pills that I bought then went out to do a minor heist before Tenshinhan could finish with his training. I decided to stay out rather late and eat elsewhere since I certainly can't cook dinner for him and Chap, and I don't want Chap making 3 meals instead of two. I left a note saying that I'll be back by the next morning, so they'll be all right.

I stayed at the restaurant several hours after my meal just ordering drinks from the bar. It had been a while since I went out by myself like this, I thought, A little time away from the pair is probably helpful. Maybe when the scene gets stuffy, I'll vacation away from them for a few days. I took a sip from my glass. I'll run the idea by them tomorrow morning.

I went on another small excursion before going back around 4:00 a.m. I tried to enter as silently as I could, but as I slowly went to my room, feeling around in the darkness, I bumped into what felt like a living brick wall.

"K-Kushami," I heard Tenshinhan's voice say, "You're back?"

"Yeah," I whispered, "Sorry if I woke you. I'm going straight to bed."

"No, I was already awake. I haven't been sleeping well tonight for some reason…"

"Nightmares, eh?"

"No, just…" I could almost see his head turn away in the darkness.

"Well, try to get some sleep. You're going through another day of rough training tomorrow, ne?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, go back to bed!" I turned him around pushed him towards his room.

"Err...hey!"

(a/n)These are traditional Japanese dishes, both of which contain pork.

It may be a while before another chapter is made. Who knows?