THERAPY: For Those Less Fortunate in Anime pt2
A/N: I actually fixed this one and did new things with it. I realized that Serena isn't really a whore. She's just boy-crazy and loves to matchmake people.
Remember: I do not own any anime people, demons, bunnies that Naraku threw…
The person who I am doing today, is from Case Closed: It's about this teenager, Jimmy, who is a great teenage detective. But one day while chasing guys that looked suspicious, they knocked him out and drugged him to make him change into a little kid. So he finds another 'great detective' and stays with him and his daughter, who was already friends with Jimmy, Rachel. While he solves cases as a kid, he tries to find the people or antidote for him. The person I will do today is Serena. Serena is Rachel's best friend that has issues. She is BOY-CRAZY! And she constantly talks about them. She always tries to get Rachel a boyfriend, but always fails. Sometimes, I don't know HOW Rachel puts up with her! So that is why I must save this person…or not. And by the way. The person named Konan, is Jimmy, but he doesn't want to reveal his true name, just in case…
The camera people finally managed to pry me off of Naraku. As I cursed and sweared at them for pulling me off, they called 911. Naraku was on the ground, knocked dead cold. The ambulance arrived and took Naraku to the hospital in the critical condition room.
"Um. Miss?" asked one of the cameramen asked, nervously while taking a step near me.
"WHAT!" I screamed, still mad at Naraku.
"Um…" was his reply, backing away from me as I got angrier.
"Tell me…before I…hurt you," I said.
"Um…you still have to do the show…" the cameraman gulped, holding up his hands for protection.
I cocked my head to one side and smiled really big. "Oh ok!" He let out a sigh while walking near the other cameramen. I went over to my desk and sat in it, still smiling.
"Well who is with me for the day?" I asked innocently. As soon as I said that, my door opened open to reveal a little boy and a girl who were dragging a screaming girl behind them.
"Hi I'm Rachel," said the girl, "and this is Konan." She pointed to little kid who was looking at my glass figurines that I sat on a shelf.
"No! Don't touch-" I started as he reached for it, but it slipped on his hands and crashed to the floor.
"KONAN! Miss, I am sooooooo sorry for that, I'll even pay you for it!" she freaked, getting out her little purse.
"No, no. It's all right. Just keep him far away from my stuff." Konan looked up at me, laughed nervously, and slipped near Rachel.
"So anyway, what can I do for you?" I asked her, as she smiled and got the other girl that they were dragging before.
"This is Serena," Rachel stated, "and you are going to therapy her! That is what you do?"
"Uh…yeah…" I replied slowly, looking at Serena who was smiling all big.
"Hiyah!" Serena squealed when she noticed me looking at her. But I didn't reply, just stared at her like she escaped the mental ward. Who knew? Maybe she did. Maybe she was an ex-convict in disguise as a sixteen year old.
"I can tell you don't want to but no one else will take her," noticed Konan, who finally talked since the incidence. I could tell these people really wanted Serena to get some help. Any help.
"Oh, ok. I'll therapy her. But I can't promise…much. There's only so much one can do for…these people," I finally said, sighing at the mere thought of baby-sitting a boy-crazy girl.
"Works for me," chimed Rachel happily while she dropped Serena and dragged Konan out of my office, scolding him about touching other people's stuff.
I looked down at my clip board.
"Well, Serena, to start off, you could sit on this chair over here—"I started to say, but realized that Serena was up and near…
My laptop, flipping through the Internet.
"Excuse me? Hasn't anyone taught you about privacy?" I ran over to her, forming my hands so I could grab that laptop away.
She was apparently happy, giggling away.
I came behind her to see what she was doing. And when I did, I nearly blinded myself in the process.
"MEEP! Turn that porn OFF! OFF! OFF! OFFF!" I ordered her, covering my eyes and whacked her over the head to get the message. I quickly shut my laptop off.
"Be geez! It's only porn," she said a matter of factly.
"Porn? JUST PORN? What is wrong with you women?" I snatched my clipboard up and sat down.
"Please just sit down…" I muttered. After being nearly blinded, I thought it couldn't get any worse.
Boy was I ever wrong.
Serena sat down on the seat, waiting for the thing to start.
I started. "First question. Why are you obsessed with the oppisite gender so much?"
Serena tapped her chin.
"Because…they are so…hunkalicious!" she replied, nodding her head fast.
I looked over my clipboard. Hunkalicious?
"Never say that word…ever again."
Serena shrugged, not caring.
I got up from my seat. "Serena, this is the part where I'm supposed to observe you by playing with things." I went into my closet, searching for two important things.
When I came out, I noticed Serena, yet again, on my laptop, giggling hysterically.
I sighed. I dropped the two Barbies down and headed towards her.
"You better not be watching porn again," I mumbled.
She looked up, smiling. "Just the person who I want to see." She gave me the hand signal to stop.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"What's your name?" she asked me.
"E.E.K. What's that have to do with anything—"
"What's your favorite color?"
"Green, but—"
"And what's your favorite band?"
"Aerosmith…?" I walked over to what she was doing.
"Okay! Everything's set!" She clicked a button.
"For what?" I asked and realized she was on…
A Matchingmaking website? What the heck?
"What did you do that for?" I shouted at her.
She patted me on the back. "I did you a favor. You'll find someone true and—"
"No, I'll find a crazed rapist by doing this website!" I sighed.
"Why must anime girls like to play matchmaking games? Are you all just stereotypes?" I asked to no one in particular.
I motioned for her to sit down on the floor. She followed as I took the two Barbies from the closet and handed them to her. I then handed Serena one girl Barbie doll and a boy Barbie doll.
Serena took them with an all smile on her face.
That's when it happened, the part where all hell broke loose.
She looked at the girl Barbie doll. Having a face sheer loathing, she ripped the plastic head off.
"Serena!" I screamed, getting angrier by the minute. "That was for other patients!"
But of course, she wasn't paying attention.
I clenched my fists. First the porn, then the word hunkalicious, and now…this…
She then looked at the other boy Barbie.
"Oh my god! You are so hunkalicious!" squealed the girl, while glomping it to death..
"Hey! What did I just say about that word? Do you have a short tension span or something?" I yelled, but again, she ignored me.
I grabbed my clipboard.
I checked off part where it said A.D.D as a disease. And circled 'On drugs'. Because it was either disease or else she was high off something.
I got up and saw the cameramen mouth 'no' to me. I smiled at them reassuring them, and walked up to Serena and snatched the doll away from her. She screamed and tried to tackle me, but I threw it out the window before she could do anything about it.
"That felt good," I stated, rubbing my hands together and giving a long big sigh. Serena started to have a panic attack.
"Like what did you do to him? What if he dies? What if he finds anther girl? What if-"
"What if you shut up?" I interrupted, which made her more pissed.
"How dare you say that! Me and Ken got along so great!" she yelled, getting tears in her eyes.
She went towards the window, screaming, "I'll get you my love!"
"Serena…what are you planning to do?" I asked, slowly moving towards her. She was the kind of person that would act before thinking…
Serena yelled again, and then jumped out of the one hundred-story building.
"Uh…oh…" I ran towards the window and looked out of it.
I looked as far as my eyes could see, and finally found her, splattered on the ground, most likely dead.
I looked at the body more, and then sighed in relief.
"Oh good! I thought she would survive!" I turned on my heel, away from the window.
"The girl's deda and you're not doing anything," asked one cameraman.
I shrugged. "Her own fault," I muttered. Walking over to my stereo, I turned one radio station on. I needed music. Now.
I switched channels, trying to find a good station, and the news came on.
"This just in…a girl that goes by the name of Serena is missing. Wanted dead or alive. Reward will be 1,000,000 dollars!"
I stopped myself from changing the channel, and screamed in happiness.
"This day just keeps on getting better and better!" I picked up my phone, and called the police station.
"Hello? Yeah I found the Serena girl. Yeah,I think she's dead. Um…does falling out of a hundred story building and now splattered on the cement floor means that she's dead? Yeah…thought so."
The cameramen shook their heads. I was hopeless
