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Psychological Babble
Chapter 1: A Growing Life

What is the best memory of your life?

Yamato paused, taking in the fresh scent of the room that smelled of Windex, but could be very well mistaken for the outdoors. He scanned his memory for such a request, smiling when he thought of the closest to perfection as he knew it.

It was when I was eighteen. My boyfriend at the time wasn't your stereotypical perfect' boyfriend. He had the bad habit of calling me names and not coming home until late in the morning. I always was concerned that he was cheating on me. Well, it was our sixth month anniversary and he told me he had to work. So, when I came home from the coffee shop where I had been working, I was surprised with hundreds of roses leading a trail to our bedroom and a bottle of champagne at the doorway. When I looked up, there he was smiling at me naked with even more roses surrounding the bed and one single white rose in his mouth.

It was at this point that Yamato paused and giggled to himself as he glanced up at Dr. Yagami, who seemed mesmerized by the tale.

Pretty cheesy, isn't?

Cheesy and beautiful, he added.

Yamato smiled and closed his mind once more to focus on the memory. I learned that the reason he was out late all of the time was because he got a second job to make that night possible.

He sounds like a lovely man, Dr. Yagami commented.

He was, but Well, good things never last forever.

What happened with the relationship?

It was my fault it ended. I slept with his brother, Yamato whispered, fully ashamed and embarrassed in front of the beautiful doctor.

Ah, I see. Where did life take you after that?

Takumi kicked me out of his apartment after and I basically lived on the streets for a few months because of refusing hospitality from my brother.

Dr. Yagami blinked. By any chance are you talking about Hisuka, Takumi?

Yamato smile. Yes. Why? Do you know him?

Dr. Yagami bit his lip. Yes, yes I do.

Before Yamato could ask another question, the small buzzer went off, signaling the end of the appointment.

Will I be seeing you next week?

Yamato nodded his head eagerly, surprising himself all of the same. Even though this was his fifth appointment with the psychologist, he still felt quite nervous and unsettling about seeing him.

As he walked out of the office, he bowed respectively to the young receptionist, who smiled in reply. The more appointments Yamato attended with the doctor, the more he found himself pleasantly happy afterwards. Either it was the doctor who made him feel this way, or it was the fact that his medication was properly tuned to his body. Perhaps a little of both?

Yamato's cell phone began ringing as he traveled towards his barely-able-to-run car. He turned it on and said a quick,

Hey Yamato. Want to grab a coffee with me? I don't have any classes this afternoon and I just so happened to be in the neighborhood.

Takeru, you did not just so happened to be in the neighborhood. However, I'd be happy to grab a coffee with you.

Yamato could just imagine his young brother beaming from the other side of the phone. In that case, meet be at the Starbucks on Miruudori.

That's over 10 blocks from here! I thought you were just in the neighborhood?



Yamato sighed. The things he would do for his brother. I'll be there in a few minutes.

He turned off his phone and got into his car, attempting to turn it on. The car was so old that it would almost eat up his entire tank of gas just to get it running. As Yamato turned the key into the ignition, the engine began starting, but then made the usual refusing noises to start. After a few more tries, his car was finally able to get moving.

Yamato drove the few blocks to meet Takeru. Over the past few weeks, life slowly seemed to be becoming back on track. He saw Takeru a lot more often than he used to, found himself in cheery moods like he was now, and went out to clubs at least once a week to hang out with his friends from work.

Once he walked into the rather large coffee shop, he found Takeru at a two-seated table with two cups of coffee.

Hey. Did you just get out of your appointment with Dr. Yagami?

Yamato nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. He made a small face. This cheap stuff is disgusting. Do they not have the decency to have good coffee? He took another sip nevertheless.

Takeru shrugged. I met a girl last night.

You meet girls lots. Will you ever settle down?

I could retort that question right back at you. Anyway, she's really nice. Her name's Hikari. Pretty thing.

You already nailed her, didn't you? Yamato dared to ask, lifting an eyebrow as his brother grinned. And you've already told her you don't want to date?

Exactly. We decided to remain friends since she has a boyfriend and just felt like escaping for a night. Besides, I have an eye on this girl in one of my writing classes.

Good luck, then.

Takeru took a sip of his coffee. So, met anyone new recently?

Not really. The clubs and bars I go to with my friends are more for heterosexual people, I dare say. I mainly go there to just hang out.

Go to a gay bar. Meet people.

I'm content with not having anyone in my life right now. Unlike you, I don't feel the need for constant attention.

Takeru laughed. We both know utter that's bullshit. You want someone to be with.

Yamato shrugged. Some things are better not to toy with. I went to see a psychologist for you, so now you have got to stop invading in my personal life.

Takeru lifted his hands as an innocent expression crossed his face. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he grinned. Wait a second, the girl I slept with last night has a brother who's gay. I could always set up a date between you guys; blackmail could be used in this case because of her boyfriend.



Fine. I'm only trying to help.

I'll take up that offer if I feel like it. Yamato glanced at his watch. Oh shit, I'm going to be late for work.

All right. Maybe have a coffee next week?

Yeah. Sure. See ya, Squirt.

As Yamato walked out of the coffee shop, he smiled to himself as he began thinking of Dr. Yagami. It was almost as if the entire conversation didn't exist with Takeru, or was completely forgotten, because Yamato's mind held no trace of it at all. The brown eyed doctor was the only person exceeding his thoughts.

End of Chapter 2

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