Author's note: I wasn't planning on continuing with this story but with the reviews, I decided to write this chapter. But I need some ideas and would like your help.
A Minor Interlude
By Beautiful Dreamer
Aoshi had arrived after the other men were all gathered inside the clinic. When they heard the sound of his motorcycle drawing up outside, the four peered out of the window. Secretary Okon went to greet the last arrival and guided him through the building to where the others were at. There was a long silence as everyone's eyes fell on Aoshi as he strolled through the door. Aoshi didn't seem to mind being, suddenly, faced with a roomful of people he had never met before.
"You're late! We've been waiting a long time for you!" Sano raised his voice at Aoshi.
"It's 12 a clock. I'm right on time." Aoshi lifted up his watch that was wrapped firmly around his wrist. Besides Sano, the other three men checked their sources of time and it confirmed that Aoshi was correct.
"Do you say anything, that is remotely intelligent, moron?" Saito questioned.
"I'm not a moron, you psycho!" Sano looked like an enraged chicken, ready to peek out Saito's eyes.
"Psycho…How did you come to that conclusion?" Saito had an itch to light up a cigarette to relax himself from the stupidity of a certain person as he question him.
"You're going to therapy, so you must be a total nut case." Was it their imagination or did a cold breeze sweep the room at Sano's statement.
"Here's some advice; you'll be a lot smarter if you didn't talk." Another argument broke out between the two guys.
"Shouldn't you stop them?" Kenshin turned to Hiko, who was just sitting on his desk and watching his patients with mild amusement.
"Releasing frustration is good for them." Hiko calmly stated.
"Arguing can only make things worse if they say the wrong thing… that it could. There are other methods in solving a disagreement."
"You're right." Hiko lifted himself off the heavy oak desk and walked to his closet. He pulled out two metal baseball bats; "Here." Hiko handed Sano and Saito one bat; "Hit each other with these." A satisfied smirk came to the two men faces as they gripped the bat and were ready to swing.
"I think you made a mistake, aren't the bats suppose to be made of foam?" Kenshin's face was twitching nervously.
"Don't talk nonsense. It would take a lot more time to knock someone out with a foam bat." Hiko directed his voice to Kenshin. There was a stare off between Kenshin and Hiko, Saito and Sano. The staring contest seemed to go on forever until it was interrupted by a low crushing sound. Everyone turned their gaze towards the direction of the sound. In the corner of the room, Aoshi made himself comfortable in a black leather chair and eating a small bag of Doritos that he pulled out from his pocket; while reading one of Hiko's psychology books… A small buzz went off and the intercom went on.
"Dr. Hiko, your one hour session has ended and you should get ready for your one-thirty appointments." Okon's voice fazed out once she finished her sentence.
"The next time you are here; things will be conducted more seriously. But before you go, state your names to one another."
"I'm Kenshin Himara."
"Sanosuke Sagara."
"There is no need to tell you my first name because you'll address me as Saito."
"Aoshi Shinomori."
With their names spoken, the four patients exited the room. A short time later, Okon came in with more files in her hands to give to Hiko.
"Here is the next group that is coming in: Kaoru Kamiya, Misao Makimachi, Megumi Takani, Tokio Saito, and …Soujiro Seta?"
Yes, I know I have bad grammar. Just keep hounding me about it; it will make me proof read it more.
