A/N: Bla bla bla… so Seto had a breakdown because he's gone gaga—believe me, my friend had had many breakdowns because she goes gaga every other months or so… Proves that when psychologically stressed, you can get sick psychically… Excuse moi.

And just a little explanation: I imagined Shizuka like some kind of Ally McBeal; successful, intelligent, hard working… but also clumsy, funny and kinda… fragile in her though doctor job! It should suit her…

I forgot to thank Aska last time…for Dr. Yakisoba. bows Thank you!

Thank you, Kalasin for beta-ing!

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To Make a Shrink Snap

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Chapter Two

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"Doctor Shizuka Kawai"

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Dusk was coming earlier these days. Soon Seto Kaiba would leave his mansion early in the morning when there was only darkness just to come back home in the darkness again every day. Routine. He didn't care.

Right now he was sitting at his desk, finally back at work, and his eyes focused on his latest idea showing on the laptop's screen. Concentrating on his task, he mentally cursed, as he didn't come up with the solution to the problem with his new 'virtual teacher', a program for students to train their brain and learn basic things about physical education.

Seto sighed and tapped his index fingers against his chin when his phone started ringing.

"Kaiba," he answered curtly, monotonously.

"Seto, it's me," the familiar voice of Mokuba reached his brother's ears. "Just wanted to remind you of your meeting with Dr. Kawai today."

The CEO groaned. As if he didn't know. He had hoped to forget about it nevertheless. Unfortunately his brother was smart enough to remind him just as he actually was about to forget it.

"Seto…" The younger Kaiba was cut off with another grunt of his brother.

"I know, I know. No need to remind me." Yeah, well, maybe a bit, but not worth admitting it.

"Well, great!" Mokuba exclaimed joyful. "7 p.m. then. I've set the meeting late for you. Please don't miss it."

"I won't." Seto assured him through gritted teeth, and clenched a fist.

"Okay, see you later, then. Bye nii-sama!"

Mokuba had ended the call quickly, too quickly for Kaiba's liking, but also quick enough. He didn't need more pushing and lecturing. Still Mokuba rarely called Seto his 'nii-sama' anymore. When Mokuba was younger he did 'it' with the puppy-eyes-look, now he simply used the word nii-sama to melt Seto into doing whatever was the younger brother's wish.

With a deep breath Seto shut down the laptop and grumpily left the office.

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Impatient. He knew damn well he was impatient. He didn't like waiting.

Seto snatched one of the magazines from off the table and flipped though the pages almost violently. Ten points to get better health. Teeth diseases. How to reduce psychological stress? Oh, yeah, he hated those magazines within those goddamned waiting rooms! He growled inwardly as he threw the magazine back on the table.

The woman behind the counter ignored him. Obviously she did. No one was able not to notice whenever Seto Kaiba's blue eyes were glaring at one! Right now he did but that prude egg of a chattering wannabe nurse ignored him! Bored the quite young woman glanced at her fingernails while she was phoning with… someone else, he supposed. Seto leant forward and supported his weight with his elbow on his knees, checking the time.

7:08 p.m. Too late!

Too late not to get an earful from Seto Kaiba, CEO of Kaiba Corp., the biggest company in Japan, the biggest games company all over the world! He waited… no, trailed all of her movements with his eyes, ready to shout at her the moment she would put the receiver down. Mentally preparing himself, he focused on the woman, his eyes formed to slits, his heart being like the tick of a clock within the silence in the room…

Bam! She put the receiver down and Seto jumped to his feet, ready to kill—not literally of course. Just when he was taking a deep breath to support his shouts, the buzzer of her intercom shrilled through Seto's mental Mortal Combat soundtrack. A voice demanded that Daisy as her nametag said—lead Mr. Kaiba inside Dr. Kawai's office.

"Mr. K---" She didn't get any further as her eyes met with his blue piercing gaze, freezing her as the coldest shudder of cold shudders ran down her whole system. She swallowed the lump in her throat and gaped.

"I'll find it myself." His voice formed in an emotionless, blood-freezing, raspy sound.

All the hairs on her neck stood as she nodded. In comparison to someone holding a gun to her head, she'd definitely prefer the gun! Luckily Mr. Kaiba didn't hesitate and entered the doctor's therapy room quickly. A sigh of relief escaped the young woman as she grabbed beneath the desk to fish a bottle of nail polish from out of the drawer.

Kaiba entered and stood tall to the sight of someone with his back to him, rummaging within a drawer, its content unknown to him. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow. What… was… this? This female person—he supposed—had very long reddish hair and was hardly taller than Mokuba was when he was 13! And as usually girls in this age were even taller than boys; she could only be the doctor's daughter! Yes, that it had to be! Thanks to his ever so well-calculating brain he could figure out almost anything.

Man, the doctor should really take care of that bundle of female flesh… that skirt was hardly proper for people beyond her age! Mokuba's girlfriends wore longer skirts—well, okay, no, theirs were even shorter but still, that girl should not show off her small, but sexily thin legs like this! He took a deep breath and pushed it out. If he stared at her backside any longer he would need a therapy against pedophilia.

"Excuse me?" He felt kind of stupid and… forgotten, standing here. "Where is Dr. Kawai?"

"Yeah, just one… moment…" the girl replied somewhat muffled and kept on searching for whatever it was by pulling the drawer out of its base and turning it around. All the items inside dropped on the carpet and she bent down to pick them up.

What the---? Kaiba cursed silently under his breath and wiped across his brows with his thumb and index finger. My… that girl… woohoo… if he was her father he'd tell her not to bend in front of strangers! Unbelievable… he would need to have a word with the doctor. Seto himself, not in his twenties anymore, could have his own thirteen-year-old by now and this… this he would forbid until she was at least… hm… twenty-five? At least!

"Will Dr. Kawai be here soon?" Stupid question but he hoped, begged that the doctor would be here soon!

"Ah! There you are!" She snatched a little something from off the ground and dusted it off with her fingers, then placed it neatly on top of the wooden piece of furniture.

A small box in red velvet… weird. Maybe the girl wasn't someone's daughter—okay, surely she was someone's daughter but just not the doctor's daughter… or niece… or whatever! Maybe she was a simple thief and he, Seto Kaiba, didn't do anything to stop her? Preposterous, really, he thought, mentally chiding himself.

The girl suddenly turned and strode over to Kaiba with certainty, extending a hand. "I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Mr. Kaiba. I'm Dr. Shizuka Kawai. Nice to meet you."

Ka-what? Kawai? The doc? D-D-Doctor? With a title and all? Seto blinked once… twice. She wasn't changing… no, she wasn't! She better not! Seto's view became blurry as he blinked with his eyes another time. She was beautiful. He swallowed the lump that had suddenly built inside his throat. And how beautiful she was! She was an angel…

Suddenly the room lit up in bright pink and red little hearts with small funny faces, angel's wings were flying around, and the tune of Elton John's "Love Song" filled the silence in smooth piano sounds. There stood an angel in front of Seto, her long auburn hair fanned out, swaying in the wind, her bright hazel eyes glimmering with joy and her delightful laughter like an aphrodisiac striking his system! Damn! She was…hot!

"Kaiba. Seto Kaiba." He emitted in a raspy, almost husky voice when he shook her small hand gently. "I'm pleased to meet you."

His gaze looked at her intently as he was still holding her hand and Dr. Kawai coughed. She had had patients and Dr. Yakisoba told her that Seto Kaiba certainly wasn't an easy case… but this? He was described as a stubborn, emotionally dead and stern guy with a stone-cold attitude. Handsome but with a stick up his butt as Yakisoba had pointed out. Something in his demeanor already scared her—even if just slightly.

"Err…yes…you can let go of my hand now, Mr. Kaiba." She smiled uneasily and freed her small hand.

His brows lifted. "Oh…" Hesitantly he took his hand back, not leaving her eyes with his. "Do…do you hear that?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows in confusion, trying to listen to whatever he heard.

"Music."

"No, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't." Oh no, hallucinations! A bad case, always… She coughed and almost felt pity for the young CEO. She knew how successful he was. After all he was very popular. And rich. But money didn't matter. Obviously he had a bad disease and she was here to cure him!

"Doesn't matter…" He muttered almost to himself and looked around. Lifting his brows again his lips twisted into a lopsided smile. "Shall I lie down?"

"W-why?" Something about him was… scary. His eyes were filled with something she couldn't put her finger on. His whole behavior radiated with unfamiliar actions.

"Why may you want me to?" He replied like some Bond-copy.

"I didn't say I wanted you to." Confusion was something Dr. Kawai dealt with every day—just that usually her patients were confused, not her!

"Didn't you? Perhaps I misunderstood," he added playful. "You shrinks are supposed to have a sofa, aren't you? I assumed you wanted me to be comfortable with you."

Did he speak in doubled meanings or was she imagining things? She mentally shrugged and laughed at her own thoughts. "Oh no, Mr. Kaiba, you don't HAVE to lie down but if you feel comfortable that way, feel free to use the sofa."

He followed her gaze to the corner of the room where a neat black leather couch was adorning the room, and then he walked casually over and once he had settled down, swung his legs upward so he would be into a lying position. "You don't want me to stand, do you, Dr. Kawai?"

Shizuka frowned. Fortunately he was rich; he needed a lot of counseling. "Of… of course not, Mr. Kaiba. I would have offered you a chair but if you'd like to lie…" Making her way over to him she pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing one of her legs over the other. "We shall begin, if you're comfortable now."

"Oh, yeah, definitely!" He grinned, trying to wriggle his eyebrows but failing miserably at the attempt. He made a mental note to ask Mokuba what it was about that wriggling with the eyebrows he did every time his thoughts were filled with mischief.

Shizuka coughed uncomfortably and pulled out her glasses that had stuck in her blouse. How come Seto hadn't noticed so far? Naughty… She put the red-rimmed glasses on her nose and took a small book for her notes and a pen. "I've read you've had a breakdown. Would you mind telling me your daily routine of the day, Mr. Kaiba?"

Daily routine? Did she really want to know how unspectacular his life was—apart from flying a jet once in a while? "Do I have to?"

"It'd help me getting an impression of what kind of stress you put yourself into, daily," she explained calmly with a polite smile.

Seto grunted. "I don't have stress."

The doctor frowned slightly but with a pitying smile—a gesture Kaiba had fired people at Kaiba Corp. before for, not just once. In a sweet voice she nearly sang: "Then why do you think you had a breakdown?"

Pause.

Silence. Kaiba blinked at the doctor. She was smart… Not that that would be of any use for him, but…anyway… he was smarter! "A bad…day?"

"Ok," Shizuka nodded curtly and scribbled something on her notepad. "Would you mind telling me about your bad day then? When did you get up in the morning?"

Hm…she wanted to get to know details of his (sex) life…no, there wasn't any clue indicating that she wanted to know about his s---love life, but…Seto believed she did. And whatever Seto believed was rule. Forget about God Pegasus. If God would have a face, then it would be Seto's—he was sure of. Plus his athletic body, his intelligence, his sense of fashion…

"Mr. Kaiba?"

"Hm?"

"I've asked you a question."

The question? What was it again? It was something about getting up in the morning… oh what a glory! No, no, no… something else… UHU! He remembered.

"On this particular morning I woke up around half past five." On my desk. The design of the mini Duel Disk on my cheek. After I ripped off the sheet of paper gluing to my face. "Then I used the… do you want to know all the details?"

"Just let it flow, Mr. Kaiba."

That was… crap. Utter crap. Crappoholical© (A/N 1) stuff. What would it matter if he just told her something else; something more interesting; something about Seto K. that would make the doctor really fond of him. Because, there he was, lying on a sofa with the sweetest of all angels… no, scratch that, with a temptress of a babe and they were talking about how he ate his breakfast?

Two words: NO WAY.

"Unfortunately I had to use the bathroom alone." Slyly he sent a small knowing glance at Dr. Kawai, who didn't understand his facial expression at all. "I love to take a shower in the morning…for two. What about you, Doctor?"

Shizuka's head rose slightly as she lifted her eyes from the notepad. She pushed her glasses that were sliding down her small nose back up and shrugged helplessly. What kind of question was that? "S…sometimes."

"Are you seriously connected to someone...special?" His head shot up from the sofa and he supported his upper body with his elbow, leaning to the side. Dr. Kawai was looking…confused. She was holding back. "Do you have a boyfriend? Are you married… engaged? Lesbian?" He smirked at her reddening face and put all his hope in his voice. "Single?"

"B…boyfriend," she stuttered as her eyes widened, then quickly narrowed. "Is this of any matter?"

"Yes, it is," Seto Kaiba replied shortly and lay back down. She had a boyfriend. She would have to get rid of him before Kaiba would make her to an honest woman. Honestly. He did believe that. And what Seto Kaiba believes…the rest is history already.

"Well…" Shizuka thought for a moment. Mr. Kaiba was trying to make small talk, a nice way to become more comfortable with each other. Why hadn't she thought of this? Two years she was practicing as a psychological therapist now and never ever had she made such a mistake before. Of course, Mr. Kaiba needed to know her better! She mentally clutched her flat palm against her forehead—with force.

"I do have a boyfriend for about six months. What about you, Mr. Kaiba? Is there someone special in your life?"

God, yes! For about 15 minutes now. He so wanted to smile. Then again, no, he didn't. Who was her damn boyfriend?

"No, I don't have a girlfriend, nor am I married or engaged. I'm single, Dr. Kawai." And wealthy. Kaiba crossed his arms across his chest and smiled inwardly to himself. And I'm good-looking. I own a jet. And a mansion. "I have three banking accounts in Switzerland."

Oops. Said out loud?

Puzzled Shizuka chuckled. "That's good to hear, Mr. Kaiba."

"I…well…" For he-didn't-know-how-long-it-had-been he was out of words. The last time that happened had been long, long ago… when he was an infant, he guessed. "You're not allowed to give away any information you receive, are you?"

The small grown woman laughed lightly. "No. Everything you say will stay within these walls, between you and me. I assure you."

"Now, that is good to hear," he responded with a hint of smile and stretched out more comfortable.

"Would you mind telling me more about the day you've had the breakdown, Mr. Kaiba?"

"Where did I stop? Uh, yes, in the bathroom…"

"I think we can skip the bathroom," Shizuka quickly interjected.

Seto nodded as if he was just thinking the same. "Well, I drank coffee—alone again—and read the paper before I got driven to Kaiba Corporation…from then on everything went wrong."

"Like what?" The woman scribbled something on her notepad and Seto eyed her agilely working small hand with interest.

"Like everything. E-v'ry-thing." He sighed but his gaze never left her hand that wrote still in small but beautiful letters. "My third product designer messed up big time; there was a power cut deleting the program file for the virtual teacher; some brainless Microsoft marketing clown tried to threaten me and the last thing I know was when Mokuba had troubles in KaibaLand. That all happened after a meeting with the business leader of the Duelist Academy and a phone call from Industrial Illusions. I—have you ever met Pegasus J. Crawford? I can tell you he's even more annoying than… Miyavi."

"Oh," Shizuka had a small smile playing on her lips and was about to laugh when she suddenly stopped and raised her delicate thin brows. "Miyavi? Why don't you—doesn't matter. No, I've never met Mr. Crawford."

"Why don't I what? Like noise making poofs? It's nothing personal but—there are some things I can't ignore. And being tortured with someone like him in my own home is definitely one of these things." Kaiba turned to sit up, giving the doctor a questioning stare. "Do you know how hard it can be when your own brother threatens you to give up his good life… to… to become something ridiculous like a rock star?"

Definitely Seto Kaiba had a hard life. So far Shizuka could tell. People seemed to stress him out primarily. But, Mr. Kaiba himself seemed to be the one too…uptight not to become stressed. So what if his brother wanted to be a rock star? Her own brother wanted to become the next star in a video game even after she had told him that these people weren't real—several times.

"Young people have their dreams."

"He's twenty-four now," Seto interjected monotonously.

"Still young," Dr. Kawai almost scolded the CEO. How old did he think he was himself? Sixty? "You are still young, Mr. Kaiba. Don't you, don't we all have our dreams?"

Suddenly Seto's blue eyes sparkled like a diamond ring and upon his lips grew a wicked smile. "Yes, we have. Tell me about your dreams. Maybe I can fulfill them."

Dr. Kawai laughed awkwardly and shook her head. "My dreams? I doubt you can fulfill them, Mr. Kaiba. I don't have material dreams."

"I wasn't contemplating that you have. What are your dreams about, Dr. Kawai?"

"I… Usually I don't tell my clients that much of my private life." She smiled in hope…in hope he would simply understand that it wasn't rudeness that made her say that, but shyness.

"I understand. Usually I don't tell anyone anything. I'm sure you can make an exception. One dream, Dr. Kawai and I tell you mine." Seto leant forward as he sat on the sofa and waited for his counselor to finally spill.

She drew in a ragged deep breath and backed into her seat under the stare of Mr. Kaiba's eyes. It was making her nervous and she of all people should not be nervous at all. "Erm…ok. For example I dream of…this is really silly…I dream of being a Duel Monsters champion…just like you were once. Silly, isn't it? I mean I'm not even a good player and all…but…you know."

Kaiba couldn't help it. He had to love that woman! She was dreaming of beating Yugi, wasn't she? He was afraid that he had to tell her someday that if there was anyone at all who could beat Yugi then it was he, Seto Kaiba…but he liked the idea of her dreaming to be champion. Hilarious actually. But cute.

His lips formed into a creepy smile of satisfaction, cruel humor and wickedness from Shizuka's point of view…like when Darth Vader would smile she supposed. But truth be told Seto was amazed, amused and astonished. The smile was just his smile and there was no better one existing.

"So, wanna tell me what you dream of, Mr. Kaiba?" She tried to make him stop smiling at her like that and therefore hoped he had an even sillier dream to tell.

"Normally, Doctor Kawai, I don't dream at all and if I've got nightmares about people trying to overtake my company but… never mind, I'm sure…from today on…I will have something to dream about."

And as Mr. Kaiba suddenly stood, Shizuka fell almost off the chair but something gladly held her back. Her mind was spinning with questions she didn't dare asking. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Something made her skin burn. But what was it?

"Ms. Kawai, are you alright?" Seto pulled at her hand that he had caught before his shrink would have fallen off her chair. She was clumsy. Oh dear…since when were shrinks cute and clumsy?

Doctor Kawai nodded as she was pulled forward, realizing that it was he who had caught her. Quickly she scrambled to her legs and straightened her skirt, coughing. Her glasses slid down her nose and she had to push them up again as she felt nervous under the CEO's stare. Shizuka checked the clock above the door on the wall.

"Oh, already half past eight. I'm afraid out first meeting's over, Mr. Kaiba."

His pupils wandered to the clock and he mentally cursed. Already he would have to go. "I'm afraid you're right. And? How was I?"

"Huh?" Her browed knitted in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"As a patient. What else?" He gazed down at her, dead serious.

She chuckled lightly. "Well…" What could she say? "You've been quite…responsive and informative and… helpful, yes."

"I was hoping I was better. Anyway, next time. When will that be?" Curtly he shrugged. Today was no goal to achieve.

"Oh, err…" Shizuka ran over to her desk, almost stumbling across the edge of the carpet but safely making it to her calendar. "Let's see…next week on Wednesday?"

"Wednesday next week?" His voice pitched three octaves higher than usual and he needed to cough until Dr. Kawai extended a glass of water he gratefully gulped down.

"We can meet later if you—"

"Later?" He had a hard time not to hyperventilate. "No way! What about this week? Tomorrow or…"

"Tomorrow? Now, I think that's not necessary, Mr. Kaiba. You're not such a bad case to see every day. And I could recommend you some pills that—"

"Pills? No… No!" Kaiba shook his head almost violently. "I am a bad case believe me, I'm worse than bad. I really have to see you… Doctor Kawai—more often."

"Ok, then Friday but I can't make it any earlier," she offered wondering what made him so persistent. His earlier behavior hadn't seemed like from one who liked to see a psychological therapist.

"Friday. That means three days." He pondered about his options and finally agreed. "Deal. Friday evening then."

"Evening?" That would mean no going out for dinner with her boyfriend; no having dinner with the man she loved; no proposal which was long overdue in her opinion.

"Yes, in the evening. I've got a lot of things to do during the day but I can't wait until Wednesday to see you again," he said the word 'Wednesday' as if it was a preposterous joke to tell. "Impossible. So Friday evening at seven?"

"I…"

"Well?"

"Ok." She let the out the breath she had held until now and sighed.

"I'm glad." He grasped her small hand to shake it Goodbye. "I'm looking forward to seeing you on Friday then… Dr. Kawai." Seto so wanted to say Shizuka but that was too early. Even he knew that.

Shizuka smiled nervously and swallowed. She had really agreed. Why had she done that? "Well, goodbye, Mr. Kaiba."

That should have been the sign for him to let go of her hand and go, actually. But, he didn't. Kaiba just stood there and stared. The woman swallowed again. It was creepy. Maybe he really was Darth Vader. What was her role? Princess Leia? She mentally shook her head at a fast pace. No, that would make her his daughter! She didn't want to think about that.

Why wouldn't he let go?

"I think…you can let go…of my hand now," she said and mentally added the words "Darth Kaiba".

"If you wish." Casually he stuffed the hand inside of his right pocket and opened the door with his left hand, turning around to gaze back at Shizuka. "Maybe next time you'll make yourself more comfortable, too?"

He shrugged and went.

And there she stood. Was that Seto Kaiba hitting on her? Was this just a friendly way to tell her he liked her? As a therapist of course. Or not? Or was he really suggesting something…else? Whatever it was it made her confused.

She pressed the intercom button. "Daisy? You can go home now. I'll be here longer."

She would have to think about how to go on with Mr. Kaiba's therapy. He refused pills. He wanted to talk. Even though he never really talked. He had said it himself. Maybe, after all, it wasn't that much of a bad idea to see him sooner. He may be indeed even worse than she had expected him to be.

Shizuka sighed and opened one of her psychology books.

Approaching home Kaiba groaned audibly when he entered the mansion. Music, or rather what Mokuba thought was music, came from the first floor. At the moment Seto's younger brother tried to play an electric guitar. Not that he had ever learnt how to play, but, like Mokuba said, it'll come with time and talent. So far Seto couldn't hear where the younger sibling had hidden his talent.

But the opportunity was good to escape Mokuba. He would have questions. Seto didn't like questions. Silently he passed by Mokuba's room until he reached the double doors at the end of the floor. He would only have to open it and slid inside…

"Seto?"

Oh no. "Hm?"

"Have you seen Dr. Kawai?"

"Yes."

"And, how was it going?" Mokuba pushed a strand of black hair out of his face as he stood in the doorframe of his room and peeked with his head into the corridor.

"It was ok." Seto hoped he wouldn't ask any more.

"Ok, then." The head full with black locks disappeared and Seto let out a mental sigh of relief. His hand grabbed for the door knob when… "Seto?"

"Hm?"

"That's the office."

"I know."

"We wanted to eat dinner together, remember?" Intently gray-blue eyes stared at his brother's.

"Really? I forgot. There's a system error in the database of the primary server that needs to be fixed and—"

"Seto." A warning tone made the CEO almost flinch.

He gritted his teeth. "O-kay."

"Great!" Mokuba dashed out of the room and slammed the door shut, before running down the stairs with the words: "You've got to tell me everything about your meeting with Dr. Kawai!"

God, why? Seto rolled his eyes and let his shoulders hang.

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End of chapter two.

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A/N: Please review and tell me that it's worth continuing! That means the peanutbrat doesn't have to—meaning: shall not—review again. Besides, Kaiba is indeed trying to flirt--it'll become even worse, you'll see.

A/N 1: I demand the copyright for the word 'crappoholics'.

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