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Therapy for the Therapist

By Louann1

Session 2: Saying What People Want To Hear

What was Syaoran to do? He had promised a high school adversary to take therapy sessions from them. He stood outside Sakura's branch, on the other side of town (to where he usually worked) like a naughtychild standing outside the principle's office. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach which was becoming a nuisance to him. He kept reminding himself that he didn't have to see her but he never moved from outside the door, not one inch. Syaoran took out the card that Sakura had given him at their last meeting and framed it between his index fingers and thumbs. There was a faint scent coming from it which relaxed him a little. His heart no longer raced and his palms wereno longer sweating like fountains. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

Syaoran pushed open the entrance door he'd been standing behind for the past half hour. When it was just wide enough forhim to pass through, the sound of bells jingling came from above. The clanging was more like tinkling but it began to fray Syaoran's nerves anyway. He walked cautiously to what he could only see as the reception desk, where a dark long haired receptionist was busy typing at a computer. He tilted over the high counter just enough so he could make eye contact with her,

" Hello, I'm here for my... Appointment," The words weren't familiar to him. " I called earlier."

The receptionist paused and brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes. She can't be that much younger that me, Syaoran thought. The receptionist's dark violet eyes met his for the first time as she instructed him to enter the waiting room with a smile.

Syaoran wasn't sure what to think of Sakura's patients. He had seen people with similar attributes to his patients at his practice, a few who were classified as 'extreme' and he could swear that he saw a few of his own patients. Soon enough, Syaoran saw the door to Sakura's office open and a lady who he could only describe as 'familiar' exit waving at Sakura who stood by the ajar door.

" Thank you! I feel a lot better about the whole situation now," The lady said as she continued to leave.

" Don't worry, just remember what I told you and it'll turn out alright," Sakura smiled before turning to Syaoran with an evil glare. " You wanna come in now, Syaoran?"

" Uh... Yeah?" Syaoran's body quickly stood rigid and he followed Sakura in a robot-like fashion.

Once inside, he looked around slightly surprised by the lack of pink there was. From her card he could only presume that her practice would look feminine but he couldn't exactly apply that description anymore.

" So, what brings you here?" Sakura's strict, almost angry,tone surprised him.

" What? You're the one who told me to come!" Syaoran retorted, he could think of a thousand things he could do with his time.

" Yeah, I know," Sakura said in a tone that was half-shy, half-laughing. " But seriously, you didn't have to come. It's not like you're paying me and it's not like I'm threatening you, so what brings you here?"

Syaoran had to think for a while about it. Why did he come? What forced him to drag himself across town, into her practice, into the waiting room and then into her office? As he sat on the leather-like chair, paused in deep thought, Sakura began to do her usual 'I'm bored' action and tapped a pencil on a notebook between the second ticks of her watch.

" Take your time," She finally said with a sigh.

" I'm sorry but to be honest... I don't know why I came," Syaoran scratched his head.

" Hey! Don't pull that stuff! I did take the body language course too y'know!" Sakura pointed her pencil at him before putting it to paper and doodling pictures of flowers and rainbows while whispering. " Scratches head while lying..."

" What are you writing?" Syaoran asked suspicious of her sudden 'note-taking'

" Me?" Sakura peered up from the paper and met his eyes. " Nothing. Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?"

" Wha-? No," Syaoran clearly stated.

" You want to tell me why you came?" Sakura asked once more.

" Because you invited me," Syaoran crossed his arms an action which Sakura carefully noticed.

" I see you're putting up a barrier between you and me using your arms. Can you tell me why?" Sakura noted the arm crossing.

" Because you're annoying me!" Syaoran wished he had never come. How irritating did the girl become!

" I see. Can you tell me exactly what I'm doing that's annoying you?" Sakura asked while balancing her pencil on the semi-flatrubber end.

" No," He said clearly while turning away from her.

" I see..." Sakura took her pencil and drew a little picture of a dog. " Doesn't make eye contact when uncomfortable..."

" Are you like this with all your patients?" Syaoran unfolded his arms to face her.

" My, my, aren't me testy?" Sakura spun on her (newly bought) swivel chair. " Look Syaoran. I only asked you for a bit of fun. I never actually thought that you'd turn up."

" Really?" Syaoran leaned back on the chair feeling a little bit at ease now that she wasn't acting like a teacher who had been expecting 3 weeks of homework.

" No!" Syaoran's short lived easiness was brought to an abrupt end. " You see what I did Syaoran? Did you get it?"

" Yes!" He replied with a sarcastic tone.

" Wow! You're very good at it! I can't see why you have as many patients as me," Sakura gave him an easy smile.

" Thanks," He replied totally not following what she was saying. " But I don't get you."

" What I mean is... How can I put it?" Sakura thought of a way of explaining it. " Okay, let's say that I gave you a late birthday present. You totally hate it and yet you still turn to me with a kind smile and say, 'Arigatou, Sakura-chan'," She tried to impersonate him before returning to her usually cheery tone. " That's what you're doing."

" I'm lying?" Syaoran was trying to surpress his laughter.

" Well, I suppose you could put it like that but it's more like... You're telling me what I want to hear," Sakura faced him with a sweet smile.

Seeing her like that brought back memories of their past friendship. Indeed they were close, perhaps a little bit too close. Maybe that's why when they both decided to do the same thing it hurt as much as it did. Sakura and Syaoran wanted individuality so when they both went into therapy, there was no longer that uniqueness that they wanted. As they studied together he would watch her as she was slowly pulled into sleeping with a small smile on her face. He would always stay awake for a little bit longer to hear her rant nonsense in her sleep.

" Ne, Syaoran-kun? Thank you for that but it wasn't necessary..." That was the one line of her's that he would treasure even though he didn't know what he did. She wasn't awake when she had said it but that meant that it was the truth as she could never be truthful with him when she was awake. She had said it when she was in his arms as he carried her into his bed to sleep. As he pulled ther covers over her she would manage to grab onto his hand. Everytime he tried to leave she would let out a little whine forcing him to stay a little longer.

" But it's a pity you don't listen when I want you to," Sakura pouted as she had waited patiently for Syaoran's response only to be met with a blank stare.

" I'm sorry what were you saying?" Syaoran asked coming back from his little stroll down memory lane.

" Never mind," Sakura knew he was thinking of something else. " So what do you want to do?"

" Me?" Syaoran was shocked by her quick change in conversation.

" Yeah," Sakura repeated her question once more for the retarded Syaoran. " So-what-do-you-want-to-do?"

" You don't need to say it that slowly," Syaoran was a little hurt. " I don't know. Watch TV?"

" Okay!" She walked up to a mahogany cabinet and opened the doors to reveal a wide screen, plasma screen, DVD/VHS TV combi with a various selection of video game consoles and games.

" I'm impressed," Syaoran complimented her on her entertainment system.

" Thanks," Sakura threw him a remote. " I get bored sometimes so I bought this lot to pass the time."

" Why don't you just ask in another patient?" Syaoran asked.

" I would but right now you're my patient. Besides, I don't know when I'll see you again," Sakura changed the channel. " I thought that it would be better to make nice memories rather than ones that make me want to smash you're pretty boy face in."

" Such harsh words... And she says them with a smile..."

" You can leave if you really want to," Sakura averted her gaze. " You don't have to stay."

" I'll stay," Syaoran changed the channel from the soppy daytime drama.

" Hey! I wanted to know if Alfredo was going to find out that his pregnant wife, Selena, was really his sister in law who was going to give birth to his unknownlong lostson's twin'schild!" Sakura objected.

" How can you even understand that?" Syaoran pondered on the complex family relationship she had just said. " Is that even possible?"

" Who cares when they all talk like this," She changed the channel back.

Syaoran and Sakura stared at the screen fixated on the unbelievable happenings between Alfredo and Selena. Sakura watched as Syaoran's jaw slowly dropped as the show went on. After it all ended Syaoran was still shocked.

" Wow."

" I know," Sakura nodded in agreement. " Well, it's time for my next appointment! This has been fun Syaoran! Please stop by again. Next episode Alfredo finds out that he's really married to Selena's cousin who looks exactly like her."

Syaoran pondered on it a little bit. Alfredo... Married... Cousin... Selena! It still didn't make any sense to him but when the dialogue was the way it was, it didn't need to make sense.

" Why not?" Syaoran shrugged his sholders.

" You really are very good at it Syaoran," Sakura followed him out of the room.

" Huh?" He turned around with a puzzled expression.

" Telling me what I want to hear," Sakura gave a smile to the next patient who immediately walked into her office.

Who said I was saying what you wanted to hear most? Syaoran thought to himself as he walked out.

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Session 2 is finished! I don't really know how many chapter's there's going to be, really depends on reviews, so I'm taking it a bit slow just in case people might like this. So, please review! Tell me how I can do better!