DSOAS3
Holy cow... It's been forever since I updated this. And I mean, forever. Like, two years. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to forget about this! It's just that I've had so many other stories to do... But I've updated it now. So there. I have another chapter written already, I just need to proof it and such. ALSO! I am taking Click off of the man boards. I'm going to plunk it into this story, when it's ready. So those of you who like Click, never fear! It will return! I hope you enjoy this strange little transcript chapter. Aurevuoir! (Can you tell I don't take french?)
Dr. H: Wednsday, May 7, 1992. 4:30 pm. Dr. Sohma Hatori attending. Subject 492084, Sohma Ayame. Session number four.
Subject: Will you stop it already? I'm not one of your skitzo brain cases. I had a bad dream, that's all. I keep telling you people, I'm fine.
Dr. H: No, Ayame, you're not fine. You're in pain. I want to know why.
Subject: Of course I'm in pain. I was having a nice afternoon with Shigure. That kind of thing always makes me a little sore.
Dr. H: Cut the crap, Aya! You know what I'm talking about.
Subject: Ok, Ha-san. Whatever you say. Can I go now?
Dr. H: No. Sit back down. You're not leaving till you tell me what's bothering you.
Subject: A bad dream! Even the animals of the Zodiac are entitled to bad dreams every once in a while! Look, it's no big deal. Shouldn't you be taking care of Shigure's nose?
Dr. H: Shigure's going to be fine.
Subject: Great. Then leave me alone.
Dr. H: No. Aya, this isn't about Shigure's nose.
Subject: Sure it is. That's why you care, right? I hurt someone, and you're afraid that I'll do it again. Well, allay your fears, my stoic friend. I shall allow no one else to come to harm by my beauteous hands. Now let me go.
Dr. H: Aya, there's something wrong with you. I want to help you, but I can't if you don't let me!
Subject:…
Dr. H: Ayame?
Subject: You're right, Hatori. There is something wrong with me. But you can't fix it.
Scuff.
Dr. H: Ayame…
Subject: Mine's probably wondering where I am.
Sound of door opening.
Shigure: Whoah! Wadch da fade!
Subject: Oh, I'm so dreadfully sorry! I had NO IDEA you were listening at the door!
Door slams
Dr. H: …
Shigure: Dad cud hab gon a wibble bebber.
Dr. H: Sighs Yes, it most certainly could have.
Dr. H: I'm worried about him, Shigure.
Shigure: Me do, Ha-san. Me do.
Click
Chapter four will appear eventually. Till then, Review me! It gives me inspiration to continue forgotten fics like this!