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Chapter 4: Dr. Obana
Kagome sat in a comfortable leather chair, staring into space. The room she was in was furnished with three leather seats, a desk with a chair, a dresser, and an oak wood bookshelf. The walls were painted a royal blue and had many pictures decorating them. One framed paper held all of Kagome's attention. It was not one of the many beautiful paintings and sketches that hung on the walls, but a piece of paper that read "Naomi Obana. Graduate of Orashi Medical School of Psychology."
A woman sat behind the desk, pen and pad in her hands. The woman's hair was long, reaching a bit past her waist, and tied back in a braid that hung over her right shoulder. It shined a dark, coppery color in the light of the room. The woman's eyes were like two emeralds set in ivory, for that was the color of her skin. A light blue blouse and long black skirt covered her slightly chubby body and thing silver bangles adorned her left wrist.
"Hello, Kagome-chan. I am Dr. Obana, but you can call me Naomi. Have you ever seen a psychiatrist before," the woman questioned.
"Oh, I've seen many psychiatrists before, Dr. Obana. I'm pretty sure that in the crowded country of Japan, you are bound to see one at one point. Even bump into the, perhaps." After seeing that the doctor gave no response to her sarcasm, Kagome gave talking another shot, "Actually, I have been to my fair share of shrinks in the past few months...five, I thinks the number. None lasted for more than a few days."
"Well, I hope I can beat the standing time that has been set. I'm sure you will come back again," Dr. Obana said kindly. "Now, today let's start with word association. You know, to let out you creativity and to open your mind."
"You mean so you can evaluate me and see what size straight jacket you should order," Kagome corrected.
"Now, now. Let's try to let up on the sarcasm. Not all people in my field of work are like that. OK, let's begin. Tree."
"Arrow."
"Insect."
"Evil wasps."
"Love."
"Triangle."
Dr. Obana paused to write down some notes. These responses were not normal, not normal at all. Then they continued.
"Coward."
"Myoga."
"Monk."
"Pervert."
That answer confused the doctor quite a bit. A monk, perverted? That was a new response...
"Birthday."
"Well."
More notes were scribbled. Most people, child or adult, would have said something along the lines of cake or presents.
"Knife."
"Release"
"All right," the doctor said slowly, "I think that's all for now... I've never heard responses like these before. Maybe the love triangle part. And the knife part, too. But to say well right after the word birthday...it's definitely new to me. Care to tell me about your responses?" The doctor wanted to know more. This was a highly unusual case, and she had a feeling it was far more complicated than self mutilation.
"No. Not really, Doc. Maybe if you last more than two or three days. No guarantees." Kagome's voice was confident, as though she was sure she would never have to tell the psychiatrist anything about her and her strange answers.
"I think we are ready to move on. How about be do ink blots next? Just say what you think they look like. All right...." The doctor held up the first ink stained page.
"It looks like a tree."
"Good, and this?"
"A flower."
The doctor held up another.
"A centipede."
"OK, now-" Dr. Obana was cut of as Kagome continued her description of the blot.
"A centipede that's yard long and had a human head. A centipede demon."
The doctor quickly jotted down more notes and held up the next one. To Naomi Obana, this looked like a two people embracing, but the young patient had a very different view.
"It's them, embracing. She's trying to take him away, just like the time she tied me to that tree and tried to take him back to Hell with her...that's what it is." Kagome's eyes were sad and tear filled, a few stray tears leaking down the girl's face. "She'll take him away... I can't handle that...." Then she broke into sobs.
Dr. Obana shot up from her spot behind the desk and went to the chair Kagome was sitting on. The raven haired girl looked up at the doctor with sad blue eyes and flung her arms around the woman and cried. Kagome's sleeves fell bak to her elbow, revealing cuts and scars. The doctor noticed one scar that stood out. It was a name. Inuyasha.
"Kagome, dear, your time is up for today," Dr. Obana said softly,"here, take a tissue and head home. Think about today. Come back."
The doctor lead the girl to the door and before Kagome left, she said,"Ok...Naomi."
Then the door close, leaving the doctor to ponder her new patient.
A/N: I've decided to develop this a bit more. I enjoy writing this. More to come.
Chapter 4: Dr. Obana
Kagome sat in a comfortable leather chair, staring into space. The room she was in was furnished with three leather seats, a desk with a chair, a dresser, and an oak wood bookshelf. The walls were painted a royal blue and had many pictures decorating them. One framed paper held all of Kagome's attention. It was not one of the many beautiful paintings and sketches that hung on the walls, but a piece of paper that read "Naomi Obana. Graduate of Orashi Medical School of Psychology."
A woman sat behind the desk, pen and pad in her hands. The woman's hair was long, reaching a bit past her waist, and tied back in a braid that hung over her right shoulder. It shined a dark, coppery color in the light of the room. The woman's eyes were like two emeralds set in ivory, for that was the color of her skin. A light blue blouse and long black skirt covered her slightly chubby body and thing silver bangles adorned her left wrist.
"Hello, Kagome-chan. I am Dr. Obana, but you can call me Naomi. Have you ever seen a psychiatrist before," the woman questioned.
"Oh, I've seen many psychiatrists before, Dr. Obana. I'm pretty sure that in the crowded country of Japan, you are bound to see one at one point. Even bump into the, perhaps." After seeing that the doctor gave no response to her sarcasm, Kagome gave talking another shot, "Actually, I have been to my fair share of shrinks in the past few months...five, I thinks the number. None lasted for more than a few days."
"Well, I hope I can beat the standing time that has been set. I'm sure you will come back again," Dr. Obana said kindly. "Now, today let's start with word association. You know, to let out you creativity and to open your mind."
"You mean so you can evaluate me and see what size straight jacket you should order," Kagome corrected.
"Now, now. Let's try to let up on the sarcasm. Not all people in my field of work are like that. OK, let's begin. Tree."
"Arrow."
"Insect."
"Evil wasps."
"Love."
"Triangle."
Dr. Obana paused to write down some notes. These responses were not normal, not normal at all. Then they continued.
"Coward."
"Myoga."
"Monk."
"Pervert."
That answer confused the doctor quite a bit. A monk, perverted? That was a new response...
"Birthday."
"Well."
More notes were scribbled. Most people, child or adult, would have said something along the lines of cake or presents.
"Knife."
"Release"
"All right," the doctor said slowly, "I think that's all for now... I've never heard responses like these before. Maybe the love triangle part. And the knife part, too. But to say well right after the word birthday...it's definitely new to me. Care to tell me about your responses?" The doctor wanted to know more. This was a highly unusual case, and she had a feeling it was far more complicated than self mutilation.
"No. Not really, Doc. Maybe if you last more than two or three days. No guarantees." Kagome's voice was confident, as though she was sure she would never have to tell the psychiatrist anything about her and her strange answers.
"I think we are ready to move on. How about be do ink blots next? Just say what you think they look like. All right...." The doctor held up the first ink stained page.
"It looks like a tree."
"Good, and this?"
"A flower."
The doctor held up another.
"A centipede."
"OK, now-" Dr. Obana was cut of as Kagome continued her description of the blot.
"A centipede that's yard long and had a human head. A centipede demon."
The doctor quickly jotted down more notes and held up the next one. To Naomi Obana, this looked like a two people embracing, but the young patient had a very different view.
"It's them, embracing. She's trying to take him away, just like the time she tied me to that tree and tried to take him back to Hell with her...that's what it is." Kagome's eyes were sad and tear filled, a few stray tears leaking down the girl's face. "She'll take him away... I can't handle that...." Then she broke into sobs.
Dr. Obana shot up from her spot behind the desk and went to the chair Kagome was sitting on. The raven haired girl looked up at the doctor with sad blue eyes and flung her arms around the woman and cried. Kagome's sleeves fell bak to her elbow, revealing cuts and scars. The doctor noticed one scar that stood out. It was a name. Inuyasha.
"Kagome, dear, your time is up for today," Dr. Obana said softly,"here, take a tissue and head home. Think about today. Come back."
The doctor lead the girl to the door and before Kagome left, she said,"Ok...Naomi."
Then the door close, leaving the doctor to ponder her new patient.
A/N: I've decided to develop this a bit more. I enjoy writing this. More to come.
