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"And when you examined Teru-san, what did you find?"
"I discovered grandiose tendencies along with multiple delusional disorders."
Mikami restrained himself from rolling his eyes. The woman was barely in the room with him for five minutes, and she had discovered he was delusional?
He clicked his pen, and the woman froze, disconcerted.
"Do these delusional disorders suggest that the defendant is insane?" the lawyer prodded.
"That's where it gets complicated," the doctor admitted. "Although he displays many signs and symptoms of grandiose type delusional disorder and monothematic delusions in regards to righteousness, it is hard to isolate how much of this is under his control and how much is not."
"So Teru's sanity, while not completely absent, is questionable?"
"Precisely."
"Thank you." The defense lawyer returned to his seat.
Mikami rolled his eyes. He didn't have delusions if said delusions were true. He really could kill someone by writing their name down. That wasn't a delusion.
The woman was just trying to do her job, he supposed.
Mikami watched, hiding a smile as the prosecutor rose, looking at a tablet.
"Miss Makimasa," he said, looking at the figures written. "You were in the cell with Teru for five minutes and nineteen seconds. Is this correct?"
"Yes."
"How is it that you were able to diagnose him and then leave so quickly when you typically spend over an hour examining and profiling criminals?"
The doctor looked away. "Unusual circumstances arose that required me to leave."
Mikami could have laughed out loud.
"Unusual circumstances?" the prosecutor pressed on. "What happened?"
"I felt threatened and felt the need to leave," Makimasa said shortly.
"Please, miss, tell us what happened," the prosecutor said, insistent. "The court will listen. The truth needs to come out about what happened in that room."
The psychiatrist sighed.
"When I went in, I began a normal exercise where the subject is asked to attempt to profile themselves," she said reluctantly. "When I began this with Teru, however, he refused, before finally taking my notepad and writing my name onto it."
The prosecutor looked at her blankly. "And you felt threatened by this?"
"I had not introduced myself!" she said sharply. "He had no way to know what my name was, let alone the correct kanji! I was frightened!"
"What happened then?"
"Teru spoke about strange things and about if he had written my name down elsewhere, he could have killed me. It was frightening, and I didn't know what was going on, so I decided to leave."
The prosecution picked up an evidence bag from the table.
"People's exhibit A, your Honor. The Death Note found with Mikami Teru when he was arrested. Are you aware of this, Miss Makimasa?"
It was clear she was not, but she looked at it in stark horror anyway.
"No."
"Are you aware that it is with this tool that Teru wrote down over five hundred names, thereby causing people to die?"
"That's impossible!" she cried. "Someone can't die from having their name written down!"
"But with this note, it is true," the prosecutor said calmly. "Please accept that as fact for now and try to understand."
"Now, knowing this, what Teru said in that cell was true, correct?" he continued.
"Yes, but that doesn't explain how he knew my name."
"A minor detail," the prosecutor waved off. "Perhaps the guard told him or he looked at the register. It matters not. However, if what Teru said was true, it was not delusional then, was it?"
"No, I suppose not," the doctor frowned.
"Then perhaps Teru is not delusional after all?"
"Perhaps."
"No further questions."
Mikami's lawyer glared at him, and Mikami scowled, scribbled something onto a paper and passed it to him.
"Redirect, you Honor?" the defense asked.
The judge nodded.
"Miss Makimasa, is your first name Atsune?" the lawyer asked, looking at the scrap of paper he held in his hand.
The woman on the stand turned a deathly shade of white and looked like she might faint, barely managing to maintain her composure.
"Where did you get that?" she asked quietly.
"I think we can tell by reaction that your first name is Atsune," he said conversationally.
"Where did you get that paper?" she demanded.
"My client just wrote this down and passed it to me now," he said airily. "If I recall correctly, when you introduced yourself to the court, you said you were Dr. Makimasa. Your first name was never mentioned."
"I have here," he said, returning to the defense table and picking up a clipboard, "the admission records for the date of the examination. You signed in as Dr. Makimasa there as well. No one knew your first name in the jail. No one here knew your first name. Only my client."
"Miss Makimasa, or Atsune, if I may call you that," the lawyer said, returning the admission records to the table. "Can you explain how my client knew your first name despite these circumstances?"
"No!" she cried. "No! That's what I've been trying to tell you! There's something freakishly wrong with him, I'm telling you! He's definitely delusional, at least with that!"
"Thank you. No further questions."
The defense lawyer sat down as the judge checked the clock, before addressing and dismissing the jury until court the next day.
"How did you figure out her first name?" he hissed to Mikami.
Mikami shrugged. "You don't want to know."
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