A/N: Second chapter for the day. Hope you enjoy it! Please review! Thank you!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it, only in my sweet, sweet dreams.
Chapter 4- Diagnosis
I'm still not sure how long I stood there like that, hopelessly trying to purge myself of something embedded so deep into my soul that it couldn't be removed. I barely remember any of the thoughts that raced through my mind. The only clear thing is when Hatori placed his tentative and beckoning hand on my shoulder. It was that human contact that pulled me out of my twisted baptism. At first, I just looked blankly at him, until I hung my head with shame and guilt. I had made Ha-san go through all the trouble of worry and retrieval.
If only Aya hadn't said...
I knew who he meant, just as he could so plainly see my love. Some people can have sex with someone and leave that person with no knowledge of who they really are. I can't, when I am that exposed before a person, it is not only my body that is bared. The only time I can is when I am in black mode. I used hate my black form, just as I'm sure Kyo hates his other form. I used to be convinced that I really was a fool then, but now I realize that my other form is still who I am...it can't be changed. It can't be ignored. There is always that imperfect balance between good and evil in a person. Mine is just more obvious and separate. Sometimes I wonder what a shrink would say about my "personality disorder." Then again, if anyone in our family needs to see a head doctor, it's Akito. He's a psychologist's wet dream...or worst nightmare. His brain is so twisted that analyzing him may even make his psychologist lose it himself...in fact, I can see that as being exactly Akito's goal. I pity the person who ever tries to heal him.