Hey, guys. I'm really really sorry I haven't updated this in forever. I was starting to work on my other stories and I didn't have much inspiration on this, but now I'm on ch. 17 of it in written form. I'm just telling you now, some of Sesshoumaru's nasty habits from his past are going to pop up and yes, his character is going to start deteriorating. This is what normal people call stress. It makes you act stupid and talk like Inuyasha. Please forgive that. I'm trying to make it funny before he has to go into the World, which will be a while...
Ch. 14
Because their car had been out of gas for months, Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru were forced to run the 5 miles to a bus stop that could take them to Sesshoumaru's shrink.
"So…what's this guy's…name?" Inuyasha panted.
"Alfonse Ichiro. He looks like a whack job himself," Sesshoumaru shuddered. "He's so smiley…"
Needless to say, the Taisho bros. were a tad late. Fortunately, their session was the last one of the day and they wouldn't have to wait until some other nut job went before them.
"Taisho, Sesshoumaru!" called a blond, rather indifferent looking girl.
Sesshoumaru stood up and rigidly followed her. He didn't want to do this; doctor's offices made him extremely apprehensive.
"Wait in the room," the girl said lazily. "Dr. Ichiro will join you shortly."
"And what of Inuyasha?" he asked levelly.
"A consultant will see him in the waiting room."
"Hn…very well…"
Sesshoumaru sat on a chair, nervously twisting a lock of his ebony hair between his slender fingers.
After several minutes of this, (in which he could have gone insane), Dr. Ichiro arrived.
"Hello, Sesshoumaru!" he said cheerily. "How are you today?"
"Not very well, in case it isn't obvious," Sesshoumaru stated curtly. His hand was rubbing his head, which was still bandaged, and his leg was splayed rather haphazardly under the table not to mention the cast on his arm that was too obvious not to notice.
"Oh, that's no good. But now that you're in my office, try to forget all of that."
The man scribbled a few things on his clipboard, then flipped the page over.
"Okay. Now these may be mandatory appointments set by DCF (A.N.--Don't know what they call it in Japan, but here it's Department of Children and Families) but I want you to know that you are free to do what you wish."
"Let's rephrase that: If I want to leave, that's okay, but I can kiss my parenting rights away."
"Unfortunately, yes. Now I'm going to ask you a few questions, is that okay?"
"Hn," was Sesshoumaru's reply.
"Alright. First question: I hear your father is in a coma. How do you feel about this?"
"How do you think I feel?" Sesshoumaru spat. " I was thirteen, out in the world with no one but my brother and no money. If it were not for the fact that I was a very smart teenager, I would've dropped out to work! Father was all I really had…I was a delinquent before, for God's sake! A damn preteen badass druggie!"
"I see."
"No you don't you never will."
"I've heard that your recent injuries were caused by a sleepwalking incident," Ichiro continued. "Tell me more bout that."
"How many minutes left?"
"Today is an hour session. Fifty minutes left."
Sesshoumaru sighed.
"I was dreaming about how Father went into a coma."
"You mean when he went into a coma."
"Oh, no. The World did cause his coma," Sesshoumaru said dangerously.
He stared at his left arm.
"Explain to me how it is that my arm lost full function when a virus-corrupted dragon ripped it off in an MMORPG?"
"Coincidence cannot be ruled out," Ichiro replied. "Continue what you were saying."
"I started sleepwalking as about…hmm…14. When I was Inuyasha's age, I almost sleepwalked off of our third floor balcony. He splashed me with water just in time."
Sesshoumaru looked pensive for a moment before continuing.
"Another thing; ever since that incident, I've become frail. I get sick almost instantly after being around a sick person. I hate it. I used to be so strong…"
"Well, have you been checked for AIDS?"
Sesshoumaru sighed. What a dense fellow
"Can I have a break?"
"Do what you want," Ichiro told him.
He opened a cabinet behind his desk, revealing a lode of games.
"Play with these if you like.
Sesshoumaru cocked an eyebrow.
"I do not 'play like a child. If I play, it's not for fun. It is serous, whether for money or not."
"Okay. Would you like to bet on a game of Monopoly?"
"Hn. Why not? I think 10000 yen per $1000 dollars…"
"Are you so sure of yourself," Ichiro wondered, "that you can bet so much?"
"To me, its earning half of my yearly income in one game then another," Sesshoumaru explained.
"Right. Let's play."
20 minutes later, Sesshoumaru's property on Boardwalk and Park Place had drained Ichiro of all but 200 "GO passing dollars."
"You're a very smart young man," Ichiro remarked. "What'll you do with your money, Mr. Connoisseur?"
"I may buy some gas, food, and a new backpack for Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru said disconcertedly. "His has been getting a little ratty. And if there is anything left over, I would put it in his college fund. Of course, that may not happen, depending on Inuyasha's hunger today…"
"Has Inuyasha told you what he wants to be?" pressed the psychologist.
"He says he wants to be a paleontologist," Sesshoumaru replied, switching his four houses with a hotel on Marvin Gardens. (After rolling of course).
Ichiro took his roll and landed on Park Place.
"That would be game," the younger man said levelly. "You lost in thirty minutes and owe me…"
He flipped through his Monopoly money.
"Hm…50000 yen."
"Wow. That's a profit it is, ($400)," Ichiro said. "I only have 20000…"
"That is all right. The game's on me," Sesshoumaru told him.
"Is that a bribe?" the shrink asked playfully.
"No, I knew you would lose very badly, and so I decided to scrap the idea of pay after the first three turns."
"Sesshoumaru…do you like to play games?"
Sesshoumaru locked eyes with Ichiro.
"I love to play games," he said in a dangerous tone. "I've loved to play games ever since I put the rings in my ring tower when I was two."
"You'd have to be unbeatable to win as much as 50000 yen in a game of Monopoly, much less finish it in thirty minutes when people thrice your age take no less than two hours," Ichiro whispered. "You have surpassed many geniuses simply by enjoying what you do. If you have any sort of psychological problem, and you don't, it would probably be autism. But I see that you are simply a victim of tragedy."
A silence screamed its presence into the room for what seemed to be an eternity.
"Your appointment is over," Ichiro told Sesshoumaru. "What did you think?"
"Hn. It was pointless, boring, and overall stupid as all hell."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, because I think we made a lot of leeway. I'll see you some other time, I hope."
Ichiro slipped a wad of money into Sesshoumaru's hand.
"50000 yen as promised. I lied about the 20000 yen before to test you."
"Arigato."
R & R pretty please!
