PSYCHOLOGY BITES WHEN YOU'RE KAIBA!

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

This is my second story for yaoi, read and review my readers I love you all and this story is to prove that there really is a cause for medical science.

Kaiba: Nerd.

Mikigirl: Fag

Yami: That comment goes against everything you've written.

Mikigirl: Shut up, Pharaoh-boy…

Kaiba: And here I wanted you to play doctor…

Mikigirl: I'll get the doctor's hat and lube… I mean… gulp… other stuff…

Chapter I: Empathic Kaiba sees a doctor

Raindrops speckled from the sky—piranhas that were starving for the lot. Thunder and lightning clashed heedless of its newly visible silhouettes. Behold his neurotic image. Like one of those thriller movies; the killers always eager to kill. But thereupon, his father had told him everything was bogus, that in reality those movies could never exist… boy, was he wrong.

Lazily his eyes drilled into his as they mused his own. His face, half-covered in a sullen shade intensified his psychotic appearance. Honestly, did he have to be so…patronizing? Cease he would, if he got his hands of him after school—damn, he was an asshole.

"Mr. Kaiba?" Transfixed, he snapped out of his trance. Lost imaginative and broken visions led him out of his malevolent reverie and into the watchful judgement of a paranoid psychologist.

"Yes," was his curt answer. Constantly, assortments of visions and wordless points failed to remind him to exactly how Mokuba had convinced him this was the best way to unleash any tension was to attend the assessments of a daily psychologist. How things could be so deft in the wavering eyes of one's brother…

"Mr. Kaiba, is there anything you wish to share from your recent outing? That, of course, what we refer to as a common space-out of our patients… is there anything?"

"No."

"I see," was her cool analysis as she jotted down something on her cool notepad.

Anyone in their right mind, in his opinion could have told that is was an automatic lie, a deranged courtesy towards that of a mental aid. But naturally, in comparison, everyone to Kaiba were complete morons. What was he paying her for again?

"Mr. Kaiba, with all due respect, I—" He cut her off in a not so 'courteous' manner.

"With all due respect, this psychologist arrangement has done nothing in progressing that of my state of mind. It has proved to be the least bit relieving neither."

"Mr. Kaiba, I do not intend to force you to share anything unwanted with me as it is the patient's decision to share what they please—but you have not revealed anything…"

"I don't want to reveal anything," he barked. "I want you fired!"

"P-Please, tell me of your daily activities and goals if you wish to 'progress', Mr. Kaiba." Timidly, she aimed to change the topic leaving Kaiba in another fit of rage making him spur out the answer to her question.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" He yelled.

"Mr. Kaiba, this is all apart of the assessment stage in which I will be determining and recommending things I see fit." She smiled. "Let's see, do you not have a knack for a card game… Duel Monsters? Tell me exactly how you felt with the burns and joys of championship."

Casually, he crossed his fingers, looking to the window for supposed support. Perhaps, if the good doctor had a 'coincidental' accident falling out there, he would be excused. But to resume his supposed 'appointment' he decided to answer her inquiry and be done with it.

"I felt like a champion. I AM a champion. I am the world's greatest duelist and indeed a real champion." He declared dryly with triumph. Jot that down on your little notepad, doctor.

"Mr. Kaiba, if I'm not mistaken, did Yugi Mutou not take winning place?"

"I'll beat him eventually as I am holding an upcoming tournament soon. We'll see who's in 'winning place' when I kick his ass in the finals."

"Mr. Kaiba! Such language! Aside from your mock intellectual point, I can clearly see your desire to defeat Mr. Mutou."

Kaiba idly twiddled his fingers at her current ramble of encouragement to his dedication for first place and recognition. It was only when she inquired more, he spoke.

"Tell me about your passions, Mr. Kaiba, I wish to know of your favorite and most enjoyable activities. Do they include your brother Mokuba?"

"Mokuba is the only thing I find truly perfect, as my little brother, he plays a huge role in my happiness and sees to it I loosen up. You could state he is one of my passions."

"So you wish to achieve your goals in the field of Duel Monsters to impress your brother?"

"No." He answered abruptly. It was clear that the woman had no interpretation of what was going on or how he so dramatically 'felt' as he put it.

"Then why do you wish to—"

"Because that pathetic duelist has no right to strip me of my title as world champion and resume his life Scot-free." He stated coolly cutting her off. Professionalism could not contain all of his impatience.

"With all due respect, sir, do you have the right to take his title?"

"It was mine to begin with."

"If I'm not mistaken, sir, you provoked him with the destruction of his grandfather's greatest card, did you not?"

"Yes."

"Then what other choice did he have to retaliate for his family's honor?"

"He should not have challenged me in the first place, the damage was already done and the fool should have stayed out of my way."

The doctor paused before continuing. "Mr. Kaiba, do you have any empathy for Mr. Mutou?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I see no need to."

"But sir, you would have done the same thing, had it happened to you."

"No."

"Mr. Kaiba, I saw you to be the one who takes as he pleases."

"I am."

"Then why, no?"

"I have no empathy."

Incredulously, the woman sighed at his impossibility for acknowledgment. Appearing to be very in thought she began to jot things down on her notepad, spotting the least determent in Seto Kaiba across from her.

He appeared slightly flustered in the least bit at the mention of Yugi Mutou. She silently vowed to look into the gaining topic and took note. Seto Kaiba would not run from his inner thoughts of stress any longer.