Whee! Second chapter! It's not exactly what I was hoping it would be, but it's not too bad either! Well... at least I don't think so anyhow. ^^ Still have some what of an idea where I want this to go, so it should be posted fairly quickly... "should" being the key word there ^_~. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Fushigi Yuugi characters. I simply borrow them for non profit usage to amuse myself... and THAT didn't sound right... *clears throat*
Dr. Ri took a deep breath as he gripped the handle of the door to his office, a clip board and tape recorder under his other arm and hand. It was Monday, and that meant it was time to met his new patient. "Well ... here goes nothing, no da," he said to himself as he opened the door and stepped in.
Dr. Ri was greeted with an ice glare from two, intense amber orbs that shimmered angrily from under a shock of fiery red hair. The tall teen was clad in baggy pants with many pockets and wearing lose, but also snug fitting T-shirt with some band name printed across the chest. He had multiple ear piercing and his wrists and fingers were covered with all sorts of interesting jewelry. The "grunge/punk" look, Dr. Ri noted. Though he wasn't surprised. Many teens seemed to be dressing like that nowadays, and he was far too used to it to expect other wise. Not to mention he figured that his new patient would be clad in such clothing. He had noted a pattern a few years ago in the beginning of his career.
"Hello there. You must be Genrou, no da."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," the teen muttered sarcastically in reply as he leaned back in his chair some, narrowing his eyes and he looked over his doctor. It was painfully clear what he was thinking and that he definitely didn't want to be there.
Dr. Ri cleared his throat a little and sat down at his desk across from him, setting the tape recorder down and holding up the clip board, preparing to take notes. Genrou eyed the recorder, then fixed his cold glare back up to him. "If ya think yer gonna get me t' talk, ya got another thing comin' *doc*."
Dr. Ri blinked a moment, taken aback by his cold address, but then quickly shook it off. "We'll see about that, no da." And with that, he pushed the record button and picked up a pen from his desk. "Now then, Genrou. Shall we begin?"
"Kiss my ass, *doc*. I don't need some damn shrink. I'm fine!"
"Well, obviously you need some sort of help. You're very angry at the moment, and you're here."
"I ain't angry... I'm fucking pissed off! An' ya would be too if ya were forced t' come here when ya have better things t' do!"
"And what sort of other things would that be, Genrou?"
"Tsk! It ain't none o yer damn business!"
"I see... You're making things quite difficult by not cooperating, no da."
"Who's problem is that, *no da*? Yer th' one that wants shit from me," Genrou shot back, smirking to himself a little as he put his hands behind his head, looking pleased.
Dr. Ri felt his left eye twitch, but his face remained expressionless and his manner calm as he jotted down a few notes. "You were adopted, were you not, no da?"
"Maybe."
"I believe that was a yes or no question, na no da."
Genrou just shrugged and smirked again as he leaned back more and eyed Dr. Ri coolly. Dr. Ri felt his eye twitch again. Gods, he wasn't prepared for this sort of thing, and inside he was panicking, and trying his best not to show Genrou that. He had to keep his easygoing demeanor and get on guard more to find an opening to at least get something out of this session. After all, the more he got now, the less he had to see him. It would be a taxing chore, however. Genrou was pretty sharp, and his witty retorts were starting to wear away Dr. Ri's patients.
"Look. We have an hour here together, no da. So why don't we make this as easy as possible for you and myself, hm? Perhaps, if we make some progress, the session can end a little early, na no da."
"Che. Don't try t' bribe me, *doc*. I don't care if we were 'sposed t' be here fer one week. I still wouldn't tell ya shit."
"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from using profanity language during our sessions, no da."
Genrou raised an eyebrow and brought his feet up on the desk. "I can talk however I wanna, *doc*. Ain't that a way of expressin' what I'm like so ya can study me like an animal in Biology class?"
Dr. Ri was silent for a long moment, then brought up one hand to lightly rub at a temple with his index and middle finger. His eye was also starting to twitch again. He never once had a patient that was so ... difficult. He also never had one that he didn't like and enjoy working with until this point. He wasn't sure what he could possibly say to get Genrou to drop the macho act and open up a little. Dr. Ri's weak points were shinning, and he knew that Genrou was taking every advantage of that as he possibly could. What really bothered Dr. Ri was how unprepared he was for Genrou. Even though he had only been a Psychologist for only a few years, he never once thought that he could get a patient that would cause him so much problems. He furrowed his fine brows in determination and set his clip board aside. It was time for a new, more forward strategy, and time to cut the buddy-buddy act.
Dr. Ri laced his fingers together and leaned his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his now joined hands and looked to Genrou with a smile. Genrou fidgeted slightly in his seat as he sat up a little more, not too sure if he liked that sudden expression change or not.
"All right, fine. You win, no da. I give up."
The teenaged boy reached up and brushed a few of his silken locks from his face and blinked a little. "Eh...?"
"That's right," Dr. Ri continued. "I mean, why should I waste my time on a child that will probably never grow up to be anything, no da?"
Genrou's eye was twitching this time. "Whadd're ya sayin'?"
"I'm saying that you'll probably end up being a failure no matter how much counseling you have from me, na no da."
Genrou stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over, and he slammed his fists down on the table and leaned forward at Dr. Ri. "Who th' hell do you think you are callin' me that?? I got that shit all th' damn time from my real, piss poor excuse o' a father! An' what did my psycho mom do?? Absolutely nothing! She never did a goddamn thing, an' I fuckin' hate her fer it!"
Dr. Ri nodded lightly as a soft smile crossed his face, and he casually reached over and switched off the tape recorder. "Well ... it wasn't that big of a step, no da, but it was a step nonetheless, and I'm not going to press my luck. Please Mrs. Weiland to schedule another appointment for you before you leave, na no da."
Genrou blinked in open shock for a moment. Then, he shook himself out of it and scowled, muttering curses as he kicked the office door open and stormed off down the hall.
Dr. Ri let his smile fade when he was alone in the room. He felt his heart go out to the troubled teen, and promised himself that he would do everything he could to help Genrou through whatever was causing him to be the angry person he was now. Dr. Ri sighed lightly, then slipped from the office as well, heading to the receptionist station to make sure that Genrou was booked again.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Fushigi Yuugi characters. I simply borrow them for non profit usage to amuse myself... and THAT didn't sound right... *clears throat*
Dr. Ri took a deep breath as he gripped the handle of the door to his office, a clip board and tape recorder under his other arm and hand. It was Monday, and that meant it was time to met his new patient. "Well ... here goes nothing, no da," he said to himself as he opened the door and stepped in.
Dr. Ri was greeted with an ice glare from two, intense amber orbs that shimmered angrily from under a shock of fiery red hair. The tall teen was clad in baggy pants with many pockets and wearing lose, but also snug fitting T-shirt with some band name printed across the chest. He had multiple ear piercing and his wrists and fingers were covered with all sorts of interesting jewelry. The "grunge/punk" look, Dr. Ri noted. Though he wasn't surprised. Many teens seemed to be dressing like that nowadays, and he was far too used to it to expect other wise. Not to mention he figured that his new patient would be clad in such clothing. He had noted a pattern a few years ago in the beginning of his career.
"Hello there. You must be Genrou, no da."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," the teen muttered sarcastically in reply as he leaned back in his chair some, narrowing his eyes and he looked over his doctor. It was painfully clear what he was thinking and that he definitely didn't want to be there.
Dr. Ri cleared his throat a little and sat down at his desk across from him, setting the tape recorder down and holding up the clip board, preparing to take notes. Genrou eyed the recorder, then fixed his cold glare back up to him. "If ya think yer gonna get me t' talk, ya got another thing comin' *doc*."
Dr. Ri blinked a moment, taken aback by his cold address, but then quickly shook it off. "We'll see about that, no da." And with that, he pushed the record button and picked up a pen from his desk. "Now then, Genrou. Shall we begin?"
"Kiss my ass, *doc*. I don't need some damn shrink. I'm fine!"
"Well, obviously you need some sort of help. You're very angry at the moment, and you're here."
"I ain't angry... I'm fucking pissed off! An' ya would be too if ya were forced t' come here when ya have better things t' do!"
"And what sort of other things would that be, Genrou?"
"Tsk! It ain't none o yer damn business!"
"I see... You're making things quite difficult by not cooperating, no da."
"Who's problem is that, *no da*? Yer th' one that wants shit from me," Genrou shot back, smirking to himself a little as he put his hands behind his head, looking pleased.
Dr. Ri felt his left eye twitch, but his face remained expressionless and his manner calm as he jotted down a few notes. "You were adopted, were you not, no da?"
"Maybe."
"I believe that was a yes or no question, na no da."
Genrou just shrugged and smirked again as he leaned back more and eyed Dr. Ri coolly. Dr. Ri felt his eye twitch again. Gods, he wasn't prepared for this sort of thing, and inside he was panicking, and trying his best not to show Genrou that. He had to keep his easygoing demeanor and get on guard more to find an opening to at least get something out of this session. After all, the more he got now, the less he had to see him. It would be a taxing chore, however. Genrou was pretty sharp, and his witty retorts were starting to wear away Dr. Ri's patients.
"Look. We have an hour here together, no da. So why don't we make this as easy as possible for you and myself, hm? Perhaps, if we make some progress, the session can end a little early, na no da."
"Che. Don't try t' bribe me, *doc*. I don't care if we were 'sposed t' be here fer one week. I still wouldn't tell ya shit."
"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from using profanity language during our sessions, no da."
Genrou raised an eyebrow and brought his feet up on the desk. "I can talk however I wanna, *doc*. Ain't that a way of expressin' what I'm like so ya can study me like an animal in Biology class?"
Dr. Ri was silent for a long moment, then brought up one hand to lightly rub at a temple with his index and middle finger. His eye was also starting to twitch again. He never once had a patient that was so ... difficult. He also never had one that he didn't like and enjoy working with until this point. He wasn't sure what he could possibly say to get Genrou to drop the macho act and open up a little. Dr. Ri's weak points were shinning, and he knew that Genrou was taking every advantage of that as he possibly could. What really bothered Dr. Ri was how unprepared he was for Genrou. Even though he had only been a Psychologist for only a few years, he never once thought that he could get a patient that would cause him so much problems. He furrowed his fine brows in determination and set his clip board aside. It was time for a new, more forward strategy, and time to cut the buddy-buddy act.
Dr. Ri laced his fingers together and leaned his elbows on his desk, resting his chin on his now joined hands and looked to Genrou with a smile. Genrou fidgeted slightly in his seat as he sat up a little more, not too sure if he liked that sudden expression change or not.
"All right, fine. You win, no da. I give up."
The teenaged boy reached up and brushed a few of his silken locks from his face and blinked a little. "Eh...?"
"That's right," Dr. Ri continued. "I mean, why should I waste my time on a child that will probably never grow up to be anything, no da?"
Genrou's eye was twitching this time. "Whadd're ya sayin'?"
"I'm saying that you'll probably end up being a failure no matter how much counseling you have from me, na no da."
Genrou stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over, and he slammed his fists down on the table and leaned forward at Dr. Ri. "Who th' hell do you think you are callin' me that?? I got that shit all th' damn time from my real, piss poor excuse o' a father! An' what did my psycho mom do?? Absolutely nothing! She never did a goddamn thing, an' I fuckin' hate her fer it!"
Dr. Ri nodded lightly as a soft smile crossed his face, and he casually reached over and switched off the tape recorder. "Well ... it wasn't that big of a step, no da, but it was a step nonetheless, and I'm not going to press my luck. Please Mrs. Weiland to schedule another appointment for you before you leave, na no da."
Genrou blinked in open shock for a moment. Then, he shook himself out of it and scowled, muttering curses as he kicked the office door open and stormed off down the hall.
Dr. Ri let his smile fade when he was alone in the room. He felt his heart go out to the troubled teen, and promised himself that he would do everything he could to help Genrou through whatever was causing him to be the angry person he was now. Dr. Ri sighed lightly, then slipped from the office as well, heading to the receptionist station to make sure that Genrou was booked again.