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Can Shuiichi…Fail?
I plopped onto the couch and pulled out my personal C.D. player and flicked through the array of music I carried with me, and decide on Lost Prophets; the group did sing "Burn Burn" after all... I push play, slip on the head phones and begin to work on my Algebra II. I was a year ahead of the rest of the normal kids in my grade, special or not.
The intern approached.
Shuiichi wheeled up a chair and sat in front of me. "Hi Leiko," he voiced in a calm, near comforting voice that sounded almost as if it wasn't completely fake - almost. I looked up. A mane of bright poppy hair surrounded his pale face. His bright green eyes shone with hope as he looked at me. I hate to be the one to squash that hope, but I'll give it a fair try. I continued with my math. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here or why you refuse to talk?" I didn't even acknowledge him with a nod. "What are you listening to?" No answer. His smile faltered. I smirked mentally. The new ones give up so quickly. "What classes are you taking?" I don't answer, but gesture to my pack, giving him permission to look through. He took the hint and began to look through my folders. Then he came to the sketch book and flipped through the pages, but looked oddly surprised and confused. "Would you mind if I kept this for tonight and gave it to you at school tomorrow?" I looked up at him cocking an eyebrow in suspicion, but acquiesced with a small nod. He lazily flipped through my sketches for the remainder of my session while I did my work. He constantly looked over the notebook onto my homework, but I didn't see what was so interesting about straight columns of neatly written numbers. Unless they're in fire walls, that is.
Eventually, Dr. Sakinawa stood up, "Our time's up for this week. I'll see you next Saturday, Leiko." I closed the math book and hurriedly slip it into the pack before nodding a good bye and heading out the door.
Kaitou had forgotten to pick me up. Oh, is he busted. I walked home, enjoying the screaming guitar lines that were being pumped into my ears. I reached the asylum, walked in and went to my room. I didn't feel like eating. I sunk onto the bed and, after dropping my pack, focused on my right palm. The swirling, crimson orb formed. I had discovered how to do this a few months after my admittance to my first asylum. If I focus all my anger on the palm of my hand, the orb will form. I'm practiced and could summon it almost instantly. I chucked it against the wall, it bounced on the floor, and then I caught it. I did this for a while, still enjoy that I had my angry music in my cell.