Ok, so let's see… Ryo is staying in New York by himself with money at his deposal in a large apartment and is really fucked up because of his father. In the last chapter we finally saw him have some human contact that was in the form of a fight, that of course he won. Wow. Not much has happen but it will get better I have some great ideas I'm just behind on my posting but lack of reviews will do that to you. Well enough babbling on to the story!

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Ch. 5 Touchy Subject?

-----Therapy Session, next day

"Hi Ryo. Please have a seat." The young woman said as she carefully lead the to her room. "Well, what is this, our sixth visit?"

"Seventh."

"Well not very talkative to. Ok, how are you doing today? Has your week been good?"

"If you're wondering, which you are, I'm not suicidal. No wanting to cut of anything."

"Well yes but you seem depressed today."

"Didn't get a good nights sleep, up all night."

"What were you doing?"

He had to lie, was he honestly just going to day, 'I snuck out and ate pizza under my tree. After that got into a fight with a guy I didn't know and gave him a black eye.' It was the only thing to say. "Finishing my room."

"You told me that you have been working on it for a while. Would you like to tell me what it looks like?"

"Once again I tell you that until it's finished no one will see it or hear about it."

"Fine, understandable. Would you mind answering one of my questions?" He nodded, holding back his smart-alecky comment. "Why do you always wear black? They're not baggy which is different but always dark colors."

"I like black. It's a nice color. Dark blue is good also…"

The session droned on with mindless questions and emotionless answers and lies. The normal session. Here joyfulness and his cold forced answers to questions of no meanings. But today was a little different.

"What sports do you play?"

"I played soccer when I was in Japan and I practice Karate and Tae Kwon Do."

"Wow, self-defense. You're good right?"

"Highest rank and youngest to black belt in my dojo.

"That's good… how do you like them? How do you feel about them?" the look on his face was of shock. How did he like them? How did he feel about them? Never thought about it.

"Well… um… I-I… I like them. Something to do I suppose. My father was proud of me for it. My father helped me and was glad it was a manly sport," hatred dripped from the word father, saying it burned his tongue and she sensed it.

"So you like it just because your father approved?"

"I couldn't do it unless he allowed it. That is typical for a son with a strict Japanese father."

"So your father was strict on you. So to make him happy you did everything he wanted?"

He didn't like where she was leading him, but he was trapped. "He was strict but with out that I wouldn't have ever obtained my black belts."

"What I see is that you did it because your father wanted it. You enjoyed the sport because your father approved and he wanted you to. How hard did he push you?"

"I enjoyed Karate and I still do, I got into it because I wanted to have a sport I was good at. I was a small child, weak and dependent. Karate was tough, rough, and painful. Everything that makes a man. He pushed me to my limits, past my limits so I could farther them and make myself better. I got what I deserved."

"Or is that the line he feed you?"

"I was a different kid. My father made me fit I and with Karate and Tae Kwon Do I fit in and was better. I wasn't just the 'American boy.' I was the best out of all the dojos within 150 miles by the time I was 11. I didn't fit it, I past the point of caring. I was better then everyone, anyone."

"So your father pushed you so he could feel better about having a son that look American? He had to make sure you didn't disappoint him."

"I disappointed him form the moment I was born and karate and Tae Kwon Do made him proud of me and I was proud of me. If you don't mind our time is up." Cold eyes glared daggers at her, "I was the best and still am. My father had nothing to do with besides making me want it more. Never mention Karate or Tae again!" The door slammed and a stunned women wrote quickly the emotion from the tense boy.

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Yea I know short but it wouldn't make sense if I continued onto the next chapter. But please review anyway and I promise I'll give you a new chapter that is longer and better! Please review and make me happy.