Untitled As Of Yet
Rated: R
Author: Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Back again, on the friendly insistance of Alisa! Thanks to the people who
supported me.
Part Two
Several, tense-filled seconds later...
"Er... Tsukino Usagi?" Mamoru finally forced out, captivated by the
stunning blue eyes reflecting his confusion back at him.
"Hai?" Usagi struggled to gain the confidence to overcome her lapse
into a trance-like state, struggling to attain the strength to display her
hatred toward Doctors, and not cower in fear. She succeeded.
Her voice, however silvery, was cold, jaded, and it appeared that all
the disdain it carried was directed toward him. Mamoru started, and realized
he had nothing more to say. What could he, without sounding, well, crazy? He
snorted, and mentally scolded himself, if he kept this up, he'd end up as a
patient here...
"HAI??" the girl repeated sharply, "what are you doing in my room??
My doctor is Dr. Mizuno; not you. I believe doctors are not generally allowed
entrance to the rooms of patients who are not their own?" She was taking the
offensive.
A faint blush coloured the young psychiatrist's cheeks, "True. But I
believe there was a disturbance in your room last night..." Allowing the
sentence to trail off, he inspected her reaction and was satisfied to see
that her already pale skin blanched.
"You saw her. Didn't you? Didn't you?!" Usagi's tiny hands grasped
his wrists, and Mamoru was startled to find his position reversed and he now
felt as defensive and nervous as he was sure she had felt several minutes ago.
"Saw who, Tsukino-san? One of your illusions?" he snapped,
challenging her.
"You did! I know you did, you lying son of a bitch!" she yelped,
jerking him toward her, "Don't you dare try and play stupid with me! I've
been in this room for seven years; don't you dare pretend you don't know who
I'm talking about! I am SANE!"
He was quick to cover the look of uncertainty with his cool
physician's facade. "Unfortunately, Tsukino-san," he repeated her name
formally, to cover any sympathy he felt for her, "that's something you'll
have to discuss with Dr. Mizuno."
Her face was now crimson with fury. "You know... you'll see her
again... " she paused and glanced at his ID, "Mamoru." She deliberately
refused to give him the respect he so apparently thought he deserved, and
gave him a shove, retreating to her corner of the bed, burying herself in the
thin white sheets.
Mamoru stumbled backwards, off-balance, thrown by her strength and
intensity. His mind reeled with newly-acquired information. Turning on his
heel, he marched stolidly out of the room, locked the door behind him, and
headed for the main office at the end of the corridor.
Quickly, he slid into the revolving chair positioned in front of the
ward's main computer, where he could access the patient's more detailed files.
"Tariku Miri... Ti Pendi... Tsukino Usagi... here we are..." he
murmured. Opening Usagi's file, he found a short summary of Usagi's main
symptoms, "... violent... self-destructive... deluded, claims she sees..."
here he paused, and sighed, "... angels."
The following day...
"Mizuno-sama?"
The tall, slender woman, in her mid-forties looked up and, met by the
sight of one of her favourite young doctors stepping into her office, smiled.
Her black-blue hair tumbled out of the loose bun she had restrained it in,
and she looked inquisitively at his troubled face. "Yes, Mamoru?"
"Mizuno-sama... I was wondering... might I have a session with one
of your patients?"
Her eyebrows jerked high on her forehead. "I'm sorry, Mamoru-san, but
that is imposs--"
"Mizuno-sama, I know it is a highly unorthodox request, but I believe
I might be able to make some progress with this patient."
The elder allowed a weak grin. "Who might this patient be? One of the
younger boys?"
"No. Tsukino Usagi."
Mizuno Kari's eyes narrowed sharply. "No. Impossible. Not her. Usagi
is a strong girl, willful, manipulative, highly persuasive, and, most
dangerous of all, incredibly charismatic... These characteristics in a...
normal person, might be highly favourable... they might have taken her far,
as an actor, a lawyer, any number of successful professions... but a girl so
deluded..." she shook her head, "no."
"Please. I am a trained psychiatrist, Mizuno-sama, like yourself.
And although I am not nearly as experienced, I would like the chance to try
to... to... break into this girl's mind... find out what makes her the way
she is... Last night, I was alerted by noises in Tsukino-san's cell... she
mentioned some... matters... that I found highly intriguing..."
"Mamoru," and now the woman looked solemnly at him. "I do not fear
you could not make progress, given the time. But Usagi is not a normal child.
She is beautiful, innocent, and incredibly cunning. And a young man like
yourself... she might convince you she was indeed sane, she might befriend
you, win you over. Worse... you might fall in love with her."
Alright, alright, how was it? I know, I procrastinate, so sue me. Please
review, and don't criticize!
§ylyne.
Rated: R
Author: Sylyne D. Anhem
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Back again, on the friendly insistance of Alisa! Thanks to the people who
supported me.
Part Two
Several, tense-filled seconds later...
"Er... Tsukino Usagi?" Mamoru finally forced out, captivated by the
stunning blue eyes reflecting his confusion back at him.
"Hai?" Usagi struggled to gain the confidence to overcome her lapse
into a trance-like state, struggling to attain the strength to display her
hatred toward Doctors, and not cower in fear. She succeeded.
Her voice, however silvery, was cold, jaded, and it appeared that all
the disdain it carried was directed toward him. Mamoru started, and realized
he had nothing more to say. What could he, without sounding, well, crazy? He
snorted, and mentally scolded himself, if he kept this up, he'd end up as a
patient here...
"HAI??" the girl repeated sharply, "what are you doing in my room??
My doctor is Dr. Mizuno; not you. I believe doctors are not generally allowed
entrance to the rooms of patients who are not their own?" She was taking the
offensive.
A faint blush coloured the young psychiatrist's cheeks, "True. But I
believe there was a disturbance in your room last night..." Allowing the
sentence to trail off, he inspected her reaction and was satisfied to see
that her already pale skin blanched.
"You saw her. Didn't you? Didn't you?!" Usagi's tiny hands grasped
his wrists, and Mamoru was startled to find his position reversed and he now
felt as defensive and nervous as he was sure she had felt several minutes ago.
"Saw who, Tsukino-san? One of your illusions?" he snapped,
challenging her.
"You did! I know you did, you lying son of a bitch!" she yelped,
jerking him toward her, "Don't you dare try and play stupid with me! I've
been in this room for seven years; don't you dare pretend you don't know who
I'm talking about! I am SANE!"
He was quick to cover the look of uncertainty with his cool
physician's facade. "Unfortunately, Tsukino-san," he repeated her name
formally, to cover any sympathy he felt for her, "that's something you'll
have to discuss with Dr. Mizuno."
Her face was now crimson with fury. "You know... you'll see her
again... " she paused and glanced at his ID, "Mamoru." She deliberately
refused to give him the respect he so apparently thought he deserved, and
gave him a shove, retreating to her corner of the bed, burying herself in the
thin white sheets.
Mamoru stumbled backwards, off-balance, thrown by her strength and
intensity. His mind reeled with newly-acquired information. Turning on his
heel, he marched stolidly out of the room, locked the door behind him, and
headed for the main office at the end of the corridor.
Quickly, he slid into the revolving chair positioned in front of the
ward's main computer, where he could access the patient's more detailed files.
"Tariku Miri... Ti Pendi... Tsukino Usagi... here we are..." he
murmured. Opening Usagi's file, he found a short summary of Usagi's main
symptoms, "... violent... self-destructive... deluded, claims she sees..."
here he paused, and sighed, "... angels."
The following day...
"Mizuno-sama?"
The tall, slender woman, in her mid-forties looked up and, met by the
sight of one of her favourite young doctors stepping into her office, smiled.
Her black-blue hair tumbled out of the loose bun she had restrained it in,
and she looked inquisitively at his troubled face. "Yes, Mamoru?"
"Mizuno-sama... I was wondering... might I have a session with one
of your patients?"
Her eyebrows jerked high on her forehead. "I'm sorry, Mamoru-san, but
that is imposs--"
"Mizuno-sama, I know it is a highly unorthodox request, but I believe
I might be able to make some progress with this patient."
The elder allowed a weak grin. "Who might this patient be? One of the
younger boys?"
"No. Tsukino Usagi."
Mizuno Kari's eyes narrowed sharply. "No. Impossible. Not her. Usagi
is a strong girl, willful, manipulative, highly persuasive, and, most
dangerous of all, incredibly charismatic... These characteristics in a...
normal person, might be highly favourable... they might have taken her far,
as an actor, a lawyer, any number of successful professions... but a girl so
deluded..." she shook her head, "no."
"Please. I am a trained psychiatrist, Mizuno-sama, like yourself.
And although I am not nearly as experienced, I would like the chance to try
to... to... break into this girl's mind... find out what makes her the way
she is... Last night, I was alerted by noises in Tsukino-san's cell... she
mentioned some... matters... that I found highly intriguing..."
"Mamoru," and now the woman looked solemnly at him. "I do not fear
you could not make progress, given the time. But Usagi is not a normal child.
She is beautiful, innocent, and incredibly cunning. And a young man like
yourself... she might convince you she was indeed sane, she might befriend
you, win you over. Worse... you might fall in love with her."
Alright, alright, how was it? I know, I procrastinate, so sue me. Please
review, and don't criticize!
§ylyne.