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Ah yes, another Taito. I do spring these out quite a bit, don't I?

This is an AU. Yamato and Taichi do not know each other before meeting for the first time. Also, lots of swearing in this one, more near the beginning than anything.

Psychological Babble
Chapter 1: A Rich Smile

The clock ticked at a steady rate, seeming to annoy the man immensely on Yamato's right. He would glare upon it, hit his head with the palm of his hand, and the begin the vicious cycle once more. Yamato couldn't help but think the man was in the wrong office; a psychiatrist's office was down the hall.

The blonde glanced at the door that he would be entering any moment for his appointment with the young, new doctor. Takeru's words flew through his mind once again: I'm worried about you Just see this man. A friend of mine does and told me he's great, even if he is new to the field.

So, unable to deny the request from his brother, here Yamato sat in anxiety from both seeing this new man and having to talk soon.

Excuse me, Mr. Ishida? The young receptionist said, You may go into the room now.

Taking a deep breath in, Yamato stood and cautiously made his way to the door. He opened it and slipped inside the dimly lit room.

A man with dark brown hair sat in a chair near the long couch where Yamato would lay and bear his life to him. He glanced up and greeted the blonde with a warm smile. Hello, Mr. Ishida.

Yamato whispered, clutching the door knob tightly as he stared at the man before him.

The dark man stood and walked over to Yamato, out stretching his hand, No need to be shy. I'm Dr. Yagami and you're just here to talk to me, that's all.

Yamato, still unsure if he could really enter himself into this situation, held out his hand.

Dr. Yagami, who seemed satisfied, ushered him into the room. Come now, take a seat. Would you like anything to drink? A coffee perhaps?

No thank you, Yamato said as he took a seat onto the couch.

Dr. Yagami slowly poured himself a coffee and went to sit in his chair. So, begin by telling me a bit about yourself.

uh um

The young doctor smiled warmly. Why don't you start by first telling me your age and a bit about your family.

Yamato cleared his throat, as if it would bring about an assured self confidence to begin opening up to this man. He thought to himself, Just get this hour session over with and you don't have to come back here. You only promised Takeru that you would just give it a chance. I'm twenty-five have a younger brother, Takeru, who made this fucking appointment in the first place

Dr. Yagami noted something on the clipboard he had. Glancing up, he enriched Yamato with another one of his warm smiles. Do you get along with Takeru?

Mostly. He has a bad habit of invading into my personal life and trying to help me', as he puts it.

And what do you mean by that?

Yamato shrugged. I'm on medication for depression, I guess. Or something fucked up like that. Didn't really pay attention to the family physician when he recommended it to me. But then Takeru didn't think that it was sufficient and pleaded for me to come see you.

How long ago did you start this medication?

A few weeks ago.

And have you noticed any changes in the way you feel?

Yamato let out a mere shrug for a reply.

Again, this earned another small jot of writing on the clipboard by the doctor. Did you like your childhood?

That's rather a broad question, now isn't it? Yamato retorted. Without even realizing it, his breathing calmed and he lay his back against the pillow and escaped himself into the doctor.

I suppose you're right. He smiled. Did you get along with your parents?

My mother and I weren't very close because of a divorce and my father was rarely home.

Did you have many friends?

When I was younger, yes. But then I hit high school and I stopped hanging around them.

Dr. Yagami frowned slightly and asked, Why did you?

Yamato bit his lip and turned away. It was at this point that he realized how much about himself he's already spoken about. Takeru was right; he was good for this very reason.

We don't have to go any further on the issue––

The reverse psychology meaning of that caused Yamato to turn to the brown eyed man and say, Because I kissed one of my best friends. And he and all of my other friends stopped talking to me from that point on, as well as most of the school.

Yamato stared at the doctor, who seemed to be fighting some sort of inner turmoil inside of him to say something, then said, You fucking judge me because I'm a fag, don't you?

The doctor remained speechless, yet Yamato held no patience and stood. I knew this was a fucking bad idea. Poor Yamato, all gay and shit––

The doctor cleared his throat and stood quickly, grabbing Yamato's hand. Actually, I was only surprised because I, too, am gay and went through the very same ordeal when I was in high school.

Still not fully trusting Dr. Yagami, he queried, You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

The doctor merely shook his head.



Suddenly, the doctor cursed quietly to himself and stood, walking to the large window of his office.

Yamato stared in bewilderment. Is the doctor going crazy? Aren't I supposed to be the one unwell?

Dr. Yagami suddenly turned around. I'm sorry Troubled memories of my past plague me still. I didn't mean Please, give me another chance.

A chance for what?

To be a professional psychologist. I only started my practice a few months ago, but I know that I'm not supposed to let my own feelings interfere with patience, yet there's something about you

Yamato gulped; he wasn't sure what to say to the man. Now, more than anything, he wished Dr. Yagami was one of those dull psychologists that say plenty of I see and don't give a care in the world about the patient.

Why don't why don't we resume to our session?

Fine by me. Yamato sat back down, slowly beginning to once again absorb himself into Dr. Yagami. He had stunning features, and knowing that he was gay brought a new sense of attraction. Yamato, stop it! He is just another psychologist who happens to be gay. No sense in trying to get something you can't have.

The session lasted another forty minutes, and it seemed to go by rather fast to Yamato. The last time he was in this situation, the hour seemed to melt by in slow motion. When the buzzer signaled time was up, Yamato found himself surprised and almost disappointed.

So, I presume to see you next week at the same time, then?

I guess

Yamato was once again given one of the warm smiles that Dr. Yagami seemed to have plenty to share. I look forward to it.

I think I may, as well.

End of Chapter 1


Wow, yet another story to be working on. Damn, I'm going to fail all my exams this month if I keep this up =P

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