Over the edge

Apparently I had still underestimated the speed at which the boy was working. All of this because the dose of sedation needed on him was too high and not allowed.

'What are you doing?'

'Seems pretty clear, doesn't it?' It was three in the morning, and Killua was sitting over me on his hands and knees on my bed. I'd opened my eyes and woken up to him pinning my wrists next to my head; his face inches away from mine, and his upper body lacking a shirt, showing all the fading marks I'd made. He'd concealed his presence better than expected if he got this close without waking me up.

'It doesn't take a lot for me to get out of this position. Do you want me to force you, or are you going to back away on your own?'

'Do you want me to help? Personally I'm very interested to see where this will go.' I heard Hisoka comment on my left. Apparently Chrollo really won't keep an eye on Killua at all anymore. It feels like my supervisor is sending a wild animal after me instead of hunting for himself. That's closer to the truth than I want it to be. It couldn't be helped though, Hisoka has his hands full on Feitan now, he's not always available; and we both need sleep.

'No, Killua knows the best course of action right now.' I opened my eyes a bit wider, but Killua didn't back off at the threat of fear. Knowing we're not allowed to break him is an actual problem now.

'Considering your increasing heartbeat, the best course is taking care of the trigger, right?' I can't fool his hearing it seems.

'I don't believe you're aware of the kinds of triggers I'm able to get in.' I was able to subdue my heartbeat though, and lifted my leg to force him to leave my bed. He made a sideward jump, but still held on to one of my wrists. To get free from that, I sat up and grabbed the offending arm, forcing him loose. He took a casual step back, and huffed in amusement.

'If you break me, that serves my purpose as well, you're making an empty threat.' I didn't think this kind of certainty existed inside of the boy, I have underestimated him. I thought that if he'd snap, he'd collapse, not become like this. 'On top of that, with none of the triggers caused by me have you ever shown intent to kill me. So apparently I'm attractive to you, aren't I?' I heard Hisoka laugh a little behind me, but ignored it. I swung my legs off the side of the bed, and moved my hair back.

'I'm not attracted to anyone, it's merely the most prominent trigger. If you're here again to practice for later today, then you're mistaken if you think that's still going to happen.' The bluntness of this boy was starting to get on my nerves.

'Oh~? Afraid you're going to lose control?' Hisoka's laughing continued, so did my ignoring of it.

'Seeing as you're still only out to trigger me, I'm not helping you look natural while doing anything.' His grin didn't diminish.

'Aw, but I'm so looking forward to having you inside of me tomorrow.' He leaned forward a bit, and I started to get the idea Hisoka was going to choke in his laughing fit.

'You're also mistaken if you think talking about it causes any kind of trigger. I will take you back to Chrollo.' I closed my eyes in annoyance for a second,

'But I much rather practice on you.' In that second he'd taken the step closer again, and leaned his head in close. I took a short deliberation before taking the next step; the best way to make him back off has always been confrontation.

I lifted my hand and grabbed a handful of hair on the back of his head, pulling it to the side a little and brought my lips to his ear. Killua might be good in detecting change in body tensions, but I'm far from untrained in it myself. So when he flicked out his tongue and ran it up to my ear, I could feel his bark was greater than his bite.

'If you're not practicing with Chrollo, then this is the last moment you get before having to get excited under surveillance.' I whispered, and moved my hand straight down to his groin. When I made contact through his pants, I didn't even need to be an expert anymore to notice he was far from ready to perform. I heard the small gasp in my ear, 'Do you like this more than you want? Is that why you normally pull away even though there's a clear reaction?'

'I don't know, should I ask your heartbeat?' This was leading nowhere.

'This is the best game of chicken I've ever seen.' As soon as I heard the redhead, I pulled my hands away from Killua and finally responded to Hisoka,

'As soon as you're done jacking off to that, you're keeping the watch on Killua, Hisoka.' Said boy laughed shortly to that, but stepped back a little uncomfortably. Judging from what I'd felt just now, he'll be back to normal in no time though.

'Or we could involve dear little Killua-kun in taking care of your trigger.' Hisoka had trouble keeping his amusement to himself. He'd meant his words, so I looked around at him and cocked my head,

'I barely have a trigger at this point, there's no reason for me to join. But I'm not stopping you if you want to teach Killua.' His eyes closed as much as his grin widened,

'Oh hell no, I'm not doing anything with you pervert.' I heard the protest coming from the Zoldyck, looking back at him.

'But I could teach you so~ much for tomorrow. Or do you have a preference for my dear Illumi-kun?' Half trying to get Killua to confess this, half threatening him to dare and say yes. The boy took it well though.

'You've probably done it with my shrink the most, but I'm still not going near you. You physically repulse me.' Hisoka was having the time of his life tonight, and stood up at this point. Turning back a little to check his movements, I could see a very prominent part of him asking for attention.

'Mah~ I can't blame you for finding Illumi-kun so very attractive. I'll just help myself then.' He actually did as he was asked, and took a walk towards the bathroom. It doesn't take a whole lot for him to get excited with anything concerning me.

'Well this night is going to be more boring than I'd expected.' Killua raised his arms behind his head and took a look of boredom, avoiding looking at Hisoka in the process. This boy won't be able to handle anything that's going to happen tomorrow.

'If you hadn't subdued your own excitement, that wouldn't be true.'

'If you hadn't subdued your trigger, it would've been the same.' He snapped back at me. Somewhere Killua's motives were incredibly transparent, but at the same time I was highly interested in this complete change in demeanor and the sudden lack of any doubt. What he'd done tonight was testing me,

'I wish you luck with being monitored by Hisoka after he's done.'

'Tch, not a problem at all.' In the following silence, the noises Hisoka was making emanated from the bathroom; the redhead did not take any subtlety in coming. I was used to the sounds by now, but I could still see traces of Killua being uncomfortable with it. Tomorrow will be no problem at all.

'I will see you again in three hours when it's time to go.' Hisoka came walking out of the bathroom, still wiping his hands with a tissue, looking quite satisfied. 'Listen to everything he says, and keep a distance of ten feet away from me at all times. Good night.' As soon as he reluctantly approached the redhead, I lay down and pulled the blankets over me again. Hisoka's words - still dripping with lust - ended this entire ordeal,

'Good night, sweet prince.'

For a change, Hisoka hadn't deviated from my orders and taken guard the remaining three hours. I don't know what happened in that time, but Killua had calmed down a little. He hadn't lost his resolve in the least, but the hostility had been reduced for now. Although regulation dictated Killua be transported under heavy guard, we'd gotten in my car with just the four of us. There was less than a tenth of a percent that he'd be so stupid as to try to escape with all of us surrounding him.

Both Hisoka and Chrollo would get out earlier and move in the shadows to take care of surveillance while I go inside and delay the session with Killua as long as I can without alarming his parents too much. That's basically why I've practiced with Hisoka, and I have it under control enough for them. If last week is any indication, it will be no problem at all. I will examine the strange liquid Chrollo gave me another time.

'Is this really necessary?' I heard Killua complain on the backseat next to Hisoka as he held up the cuffs around his wrists, and I gave him a short glance via the mirror.

'It's the minimum amount of security we're forced to use.'

'You know I can be out of these in less than a second?'

'If you do, Hisoka will contain you. There's no reason for you to escape at this point either way. You will be hunted down if you disappear, and cause problems for your family. That way you won't ever get near your friend again, not even just to fix the problems you've caused him.' I heard him huff indignantly before looking away. I turned one of the last corners before reaching his house, and stopped to let Chrollo and Hisoka out.

'Half an hour extra should be enough, enjoy the session.' Chrollo stayed quiet, but Hisoka was simply brimming with excitement over this situation. If all went well he would have the footage of today's session, so I can understand why. He put Killua in the front seat and slammed the door closed, following my supervisor.

'You think you can disable all of my parents' surveillance with just half an hour extra?' He almost laughed outrightly when I started the car up again and drove the final stretch to his home. It had been about a two hour drive, but Killua hadn't spoken up until just now. Like the instinctual beast he is right now, he is most probably smelling the grounds of his territory.

'You're confident.' Ungrounded, you have no estimate of Chrollo's skills, I do.

'Why wouldn't I be? My parents have been dealing with your kind for as long as you're alive.'

'No they haven't.'

'… …' He heard the lack of doubt in my voice, and waited for me to continue.

'If you think I'm going to indulge you in why that is, you're mistaken.' Normal Death Deliverers have an obsession for their profession – they're blinded towards anything that has to do with a normal life except for their cover job. Because of this, if you find out they're Deliverers, you confront them with it and they're off their game.

I don't have this weakness. I'm well aware of my professions, and also of the how and why I'm doing these things. Nothing I have relayed to Killua, or what he's found out himself, will prove otherwise.

I parked the car just outside their estate, and waited for a moment after turning the engine of to relay a final warning with my hand still on the wheel,

'You know I will go along in your play so you won't get into trouble with your parents – which would make you even more uncontrollable than you now are.' I got his attention, and he turned his eyes my way, 'However, if I notice you trying harder than is needed to get me into a trigger, even contact with your parents will be prohibited. I have several reasons to give to make this possible – you will be left at our mercy, and the gate to Gon will be closed. Do you understand this?' He squinted his eyes, and took a couple of seconds to form his answer,

'… I will behave.' It's the last piece of control we actually have over him – that I'm the only one aware of Gon's location at the moment. However, Chrollo would be willing to get this information for Killua if the boy will deliver me to him, so we need to take care of this state of mind of his quickly. For now though, a warning like this will suffice.

'Good.'

'You're not going to sleep, are you?' I looked up at Hisoka for a second from the far end of the bed. There was no way I was getting into range of that pervert. I looked from Hisoka back to Illumi, who had been soundly asleep since five minutes after our conversation had ended. He really has a lot of trust in Hisoka, even with the redhead being preoccupied with Feitan for a good couple of weeks.

What's the history between you guys?

Why do Chrollo and Machi trust each other so much, and why do you and Hisoka do the same?

'Found out some new information, or have a new plan to trick us all?' Hisoka's attention felt sharp and penetrating, and it was distracting me. Not in the least because nothing what my parents had found about Machi had anything to do with Chrollo. She'd been the impartial chief physician of several Yakuza groups, but that was it. That she was actually able to convince them all to take her in testified of her skills.

But she'd been an impartial, why did she choose a side with Chrollo? What does he offer?

Whatever he offered her most probably happened after she entered here. He had been her shrink, after all. She's not an official patient anymore though.

'Are you ready for what you need to do?' I looked him back in the eyes from over my arm, and squinted a little. Hisoka doesn't bother me as much as he used to, but I've become more careful in giving him answers – be it verbally or non-verbally. 'Mah~ this is starting to get boring.'

'It's not my job to keep you entertained, it's just your job to keep an eye on me.' His lips drew wider when he got a neutral answer.

'How many days has it been since you slept?' I've gone through worse, you're not getting me with that, you freak. 'Even if you're trained for it, it's bound to have an effect. Considering you're going to have to do something you haven't done before.'

'You always already know exactly what's going to happen, so why bother talking about it?'

'Hm~ but interaction is so much more interesting.' He lazily lifted a finger to point at me, 'Even if I do know what's going to happen, it's much more fun taking part in it instead of just having it happen in my mind.' He lifted his finger up in the air and started waving it from side to side a little, 'You're going to do exactly what you plan to do, and dear Illumi is going to play along in it – you don't have to worry about that. But I don't think I'm the only who knows what's going to happen after.' His finger stopped, 'Some people are just more willing to accept the truth than others.'

'Mrs. Zoldyck isn't available at this point?' As soon as we got in the house, Killua had gotten a short greeting and a pat on the head from his father before he ushered him to the room the session would take place. He was left there on his own for now, as I was asked to talk with Silva alone for the weekly status update.

'In favor of me being absent, she took my job for as long as needed today.' It is confirmed that Killua has siblings, but I've yet to actually meet them. This house was completely empty right now, Silva was keeping them away deliberately.

'She does this more often?'

'Is this curiosity, or am I becoming a patient as well?' We walked into what looked like the main living room, and I quickly glanced it over to see if it was safe to enter. When no apparent danger was present, I took Silva's gesture for me to sit down, and took place on the large couch.

'My apologies, I just heard from your son that she stopped working when he was born.' He silently asked me if I wanted a drink, but declined.

'He's not incorrect, she doesn't work fulltime anymore. But she's still very capable. How's Killua behaving lately?' He ultimately didn't take anything himself, and sat down comfortably in front of me. I had to say that with everything I know about keeping your profession a secret, I was slightly curious to seeing the complete layout of this house. But I kept that to myself,

'He's had trouble with Gon's death. He's become more outwardly hostile.'

'You mean this in a different way than he's been up 'till now?'

'Less physically violent, more verbal threats.'

'That's not good.' I inclined my head. The amount of attention this man could spread was impressive. He was equally aware of his surroundings and me, seemingly without effort.

'You've been through this before with him?'

'Four years ago. It took a while to get him back to normal.' That was at the same age he dealt with Yellmi. 'Didn't really expect any differently, it was his first job.'

'His first job?' Was he..? The look in his eyes changed a little.

'Look, if anyone is aware of my son's bad acting ability, it's me. One way or the other, I expected him to drop too many hints. Especially in front of a Deliverer like you.'

'We're dropping the act then?' This was news to me. I could've expected him bringing it up right away though. If anything, this man has shown to be to the point.

'There's no real use for an act if we're both aware of the reason for the act.' I had to disagree on that,

'Except that we're in your domain, and any footage gained from our conversation can easily be manipulated to suit your purposes. Even though a lot of your work comes from us, I've been raised not to trust you.'

'Considering the history between our kinds, I'd say we have more reason to distrust you than the other way around.'

'This is true, but I'm not changing my words.' There was a short moment of silence before he gave his final reply,

'That's alright. I need to verify a couple of things though.'

'… …' Although outer appearances show nothing out of the ordinary, I'm being screened more thoroughly now than last week. I'm not showing anything, but I have the inkling that this man still looks down on me a little because I'm his junior. Not a conscious way of looking down, he's merely not treating me as an equal like he should when assessing someone. Had he already assessed me completely last week, then? I didn't think I'd given hints as to who I was.

'Was someone from the institution involved in Gon's death?' Again, straight to the point.

'No.'

'Is he really dead?'

'For as far as I'm aware of.' His replacement should be cremated later today, either way.

'Who is Chrollo Lucilfer, and why haven't we been able to meet one of my son's psychologists yet?'

'Dr. Lucilfer is one of the top psychologists in our institution. He's someone who keeps himself busy with a lot of patients to keep his skills on edge. He doesn't have a lot of free time. Seeing as we're both on your son's case, he trusts me to handle contact with you.' The real reason eludes me as well though,

'… …'

'Is there anything else you like to know?' I asked when the silence stretched a little. With too much silence, there would be a greater chance of him seeing through me; non-verbal communication is harder to keep under control, even though it's a specialty of mine.

'No, it's fine, I know all I need to know.' He sat back more relaxed, but his focus remained exactly the same.

'You're not putting up new surveillance in mine and Dr. Lucilfer's homes anymore?' He laughed a little when I put something bluntly as well.

'I'm surprised you caught all of it, but no I'm not. It's served its purpose.' And what purpose is that?

'Your purpose was to confirm my other profession, and to get any information on Dr. Lucilfer?'

'… …' Silva Zoldyck is the definition of secrecy, isn't he.

'It's impossible to get information on him, his entire past up until he started working for the institution has been erased, and only the head knows of the how and why. I take it you also found out Machi won't be of much use, because they only met after she came to us?'

'She's an interesting woman.'

'She's skilled in what she does.'

'But let's get back on topic.'

'… …' It's not hard to guess that he's withholding a lot of information. But finding out what that is, is impossible for me at this point. Him and Chrollo could get along well.

'What are your goals for Killua now? Because my son only says so much.' At this point there was only one answer to give. If I'd lie to him and tell him we're still working on stopping him to be a killer, then he's going to become more relentless in discrediting the entire institution.

'We're socially stabilizing him so he won't make any mistakes again as soon as we let him go. Hopefully by the end of June.'

'… … You've gone through more than Deliverer's training, you take calculated risks most of you don't. In fact, most Deliverers won't take half the risk your taking right now. You're aware of the consequences if I'd catch you lying to me.' I cocked my head when I felt the threat reach me, but brushed it off.

'I haven't been lying about anything.'

'Tell me if you ever feel the need for a change in working environment.' Was that the way he was looking down on me? He looked at me more as a potential disciple than his son's psychologist? It's impossible to determine if he's earnest in giving this offer to a Deliverer though – even if he's impressed - but I decided to play along in it.

'Thank you for the offer, but I'm not planning on changing professions.' Having two at the same time is all I need. I don't share their need to kill – my "need" lies in control.

'Too bad you're on their side.'

'I need to ask you something as well.'

'Alright.'

'What was there to see on Dr. Lucilfer's footage.' He huffed amusedly when I asked the question.

'You really don't know anything about him, do you.'

'I've already said this.' I tilted my head a little,

'Why do you want to know? If the head of your institution is keeping it to himself, don't you trust his judgment?' Lack of respect for authority seemed to irk him a little,

'Because Dr. Lucilfer's impeding my work, and I'd like to stop that.'

'Want us to take care of it?' If I'd give this permission, it would go against Zeno, I'm not letting him take control.

'I'll do it myself. What was on the footage.'

'We'll take care of it.' They most probably don't know anything. Although I can't detect a lie from him, it doesn't matter either way. I'd rather take care of Chrollo myself, but if the goal is met in the end, then I have no objections.

'I can't stop you from doing this, but I still object.' I still have to give the safe answer though.

'It really is a shame you don't want to join us.'

'There's another level 5 at our institution who would benefit from your offer.'

'No. We are aware of Feitan's existence, he's better off where he is now.' I quirked an eyebrow, but saw in the look of his eyes that the subject was better left untouched. Although Killua is bad at keeping secrets to himself compared to his parents, Zeno is right; these people won't show anything they don't want shown. That Silva was actually showing a sort of familiarity with me was bothering me though. It was a feeling of entrapment.

This early in the morning, with nothing but this psycho redhead in front of me to keep me company, I realized I'd made the wrong move. Without enough sleep I won't be able to keep my wits about myself when everything's gonna happen – Hisoka's probably right on this. Although it's more fun just delivering Illumi to Chrollo in a trigger, I can't refuse this request from my dad.

'You lose again.' I scoffed when Hisoka lay his cards down to reveal another victory. Not that my attention really was with the card game, I still didn't like losing to the likes of him. 'You'll need more focus if you want to succeed tomorrow.' I could've gone back to sleep, but with Hisoka watching, my instincts tell me not to let my guard down.

I picked up all the cards again, and started shuffling without giving him any more attention than needed.

'I wonder…' Yeah, you just keep wondering. '…what is it that bothers you the most?' He paused a second, and ignored my hand movement in favor of trying to catch my eyes, 'There's Illumi that looks like an old kill of yours, but has a different personality. There's our dangerous pasts and invasive thinking. There's our fighting skills that lay higher than yours. There's your lack of control, us taking care of Gon, and not giving you a chance to say goodbye. And most of all there's this conflicting feeling that you actually need the ones you want to avoid. If I were you, what would bother me the most?'

'Your turn.' But you guys've never confirmed Yellmi's personality was different, did you? Just his looks. It wasn't like I knew him for that long either way, like hell I knew what his personality had been like.

'Ah~ I think I know!' That he kept having the upper hand in these games meant I was probably more occupied with other things than he was… that wasn't good.

'Say it after your turn.'

'You regret not killing Ging.' I squinted my eyes at him, but didn't get the time to refute it, 'If you'd killed him properly, Gon would never have known it was you, and you would've kept both your lives. Your parents would've thought Gon doesn't mean as much to you as they reckoned. Ging isn't even home that much either way, the practical impact on Gon's life would've been minimal, and so would've been your guilt. Things would've been easier for you if Ging was dead. That selfish thought must be eating you up inside.' I couldn't stand the pleasure in his voice while he was saying all of this, nor that he could be right. But I kept it all inside; both my breathing, my heartbeat, and my voice didn't change when I continued,

'Are you going to play, or aren't you?' His grin widened either way. He's been right with what he's told me about everything. So that he apparently knew what was going to happen tomorrow and I didn't, put me on edge. You need to stop existing, Hisoka.

'It's been a while since we had session alone.' Killua walked around the room leisurely, pretending not to give me any attention. It was pretty clear I was the only object in the room for him though – he doesn't share the breadth of his father's focus.

I simply followed him with my eyes. The conversation with Silva hadn't pushed me as far as I'd expected, and I was wary of that. I need to push it to the back of my mind completely right now.

'Do you want to start with talking about how it feels to be home?'

'By now you can deduct that for yourself, can't you? I don't need to answer that.'

'Say it yourself.' It was true, but there was little reason for these sessions if the emphasis wouldn't be on the actual patient. He turned around on his heel and pocketed his hands, giving me a bored look when he answered,

'It's not much of a change. Freedom here and freedom there is the same. Ultimately I'm going to come here again anyway. The only difference is the slight feeling of nostalgia upon recognition of an environment I've spent all my life.'

'You've been raised to put no value in surrounding.'

'Yup.'

'Wouldn't you say there is a large difference because of the different people surrounding you in these two places?' I leant my elbow on the armrest of this large chair and leant my head on my hand. At first sight I'd already seen a lot of surveillance possibilities. But I'd filled the extra half hour without any problems, so it should be alright. Silva has given me too much to decipher though.

'I've also been raised not to put value in that either.' He turned around and started walking again.

'I'm convinced you have been. I'm also convinced that it doesn't reach so far that it's completely eliminated having an influence on you.'

'What makes you think that?'

'What do you think?' He gave me a slightly hostile look when I bounced the question back, but quickly let it go again,

'The way I behaved in the first couple of weeks.'

'How did you behave?' He sighed deeply, he doesn't want to think about that.

'You're really digging up those useless things?'

'It's not your call if it's useless.' He shrugged and walked to the back of the chair in front of me before answering.

'I was thrashing the place.'

'And?'

'And what?'

'You're still doing that now. What makes you think that's a reaction to being around different people?'

'Well what is it then?'

'You haven't noticed the difference between being around your parents and being around us?' I inclined my head a little. Surely he must've noticed at least this much. He leant his arms on the backrest and lay his head down on it, seemingly thinking about it. I decided to take the lead when the silence stretched too long. 'The reason for your thrashing changed. At first you were genuinely upset because of your situation – we were neither family, friend nor enemy. You don't know how to behave to that. Now that we've become clear enemies for you, you've become calmer. You need a definition to be able to interact.' Although confused in the first couple of weeks, he did experience more freedom than he'd ever had in his life. This was also one of the reasons he couldn't handle himself back then. He still can't.

Killua just shrugged and looked away, agreeing with the explanation.

'Sit down.'

'Why should I.'

'You've been trained to multitask, but you walking around and talking still reduces effectiveness of our conversation. So if you want to get out of this institution sooner, sit down.' He shrugged again before standing back up straight, and using the backrest to jump over it and take a seat.

'This close and quiet enough?' I noticed – even though he was trying his best to hide it – that the tension in his body had increased a little. He was starting to prepare himself to start seducing me already.

'How important is it for you to have a definition for people in order to interact?'

'I usually have one for them in a minute, doesn't really matter.'

'Usually isn't always, answer the question.' He pouted before answering.

'Very important.'

'What if we take that importance away from you, what would happen?'

'I wouldn't freak out anymore when I meet people like you.'

'That's favorable for you, isn't it?'

'What makes you even think I've marked you as an enemy?' I raised an eyebrow. It was very clear he was trying to deliver me to his parents, but I can't bring that up in case Hisoka and Chrollo were still working on surveillance.

'You have attempted to break my bones on several occasions, have attempted to do the same with Hisoka, have destroyed our offices… If this is your way of showing friendship, then I felt sorry for Gon.' He gave me a short glare for bringing that up. He was trying to bring the subject to making advances on me. It had to happen, so it was best to play along in it a little. 'Of course all of this can be contributed to your confusion as well, or perhaps experiencing some kind of emotion you're not used to.' Next to the hostility, this is actually true. Although he's been trying to suppress it, unintentionally in his panic and lack of acting skills, he's been starting to form a kind of bond in the place where he had more freedom. At the very least with me. We still don't know what happened when he killed Yellmi that made him so sensitive to my presence, but he was still far from letting it go.

'… …' he gave me a look I couldn't entirely place after having said that. I cocked my head,

'Are you contemplating if this can be true?' He jumped up from his chair at that point. I looked up at him, and waited until he responded. Instead, at a certain point I saw his facial expression and demeanor change. He's going to be blunt about it. I'll intercept. 'What kind of emotion besides fear, hate, regret and all that could you be feeling in your current situation?'

'I'm thinking about stuff that happened outside of session.'

'Are you talking about physical training or something else.'

'The something else.' He was looking… threatening.

'We're not talking about that now.'

'Then when are we?'

'After session.'

'You say that all the time.'

'If it will get you to stop bothering me about it then I—'

'I like you.' I sighed a little when it still came out as bluntly as that. So much for your preparation up until now.

'This is new. In what way?'

'In the way of that "something else."'

'Why are you bringing that up now? What do you expect me to do with this?'

'Force you to finally talk about it.' Everything about him was spelling that he was entirely sure surveillance was still on in this room, and that whatever my next course action, he would get to me. Either I voluntarily step into it, or I risk him using a trick to trigger me. The controlled situation is the better one, then.

The best way to make this backfire for him, is if he actually gets what he's asking for. I gave him a long look of silence to make it look like I was contemplating this.

'Your parents said there was no-one watching this room?' He nodded lightly. 'That's an obvious lie, but this session will go nowhere unless we treat this, will it. It's arrogant of you to ask this of me, this is putting my profession at risk.' I leaned forward a bit, 'I will take all the surveillance footage of today back with me.'

'I've turned off the remaining surveillance in the time you were talking with my dad, you're not risking anything.' That came out more sneaky than he'd probably intended, but apparently it was useless to drag this on any longer than needed. I just lifted my hand and motioned him to come closer.

'Come here.'

A/N

AW FUCKING YEA I MADE IT

*heaves from the marathon she's been running up until now*
*lifts her hand and points back up to the starting point with her arm shaking* I now politely point you back to chapter 1 to reread it if you so please. Because that will take place between this and the next chapter

I can now
Finally Continue on with the second part of this story.
THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING WITH ME SO FAR
*falls dead for now*
*resurrect me in a couple o'days, 'kay?*

Oh, and thank you for the fic, Amel~