A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I planned to update this like, 3 weeks ago, but...I was working on other stories. I'm the kind of person who will start a new chapter story when I'm in the middle of 2. But I didn't do that. I was busy writing one-shots and posting them. For those who follow my whereabouts on this site, you should know that there is a pattern to my posts. EVERY weekend I will either post a new story or update a chapter. EVERY WEEKEND. You can basically be guaranteed on that, unless, like, I go out of town or something. So yeah, been posting a bunch of stories. I'LL UPDATE FASTER, I PROMISE.
With the help of Kirihara's red-eyed mode, they mowed down the door and kind of blew fat old Santa off his feet, crashing into the ceiling. But, like, no one gave a damn about him, instead crowding around Kirihara, who had gotten a big, bad, Boo-boo.
"What's wrong?" Asked Yukimura, EVER so kindly.
"I got a boo-boo..." Whimpered Kirihara, sniffling and sticking out a finger with a splinter in it.
"It's alright. I'll make Jackal pay."
"WHAT DI I EVER DO?" Screamed Jackal from a random place.
"Go to therapy." Was Yukimura's only reply. Jackal being the smart boy he is, knew that resisting was futile and would only result in his death.
Akane was a reasonable woman.
She had worked in Therapy for over 10 years.
NEVER, had she a customer she couldn't cure.
Until now.
Looking at her assistant's head in the ceiling, and the crowd of insane teenage boys crowding around a insane eighth grader, bawling his eyes out. With dog pee on the floor.
But Akane decided to try and ignore all that and just get on with her job. Therefore, Jackal had to go to therapy.
"You will have a different game than Marui-san."
"Sure?"
"The question is, 'what would you want most in the world'?"
"Isn't it obvious? Hair." Jackal replied in a 'DUH' tone.
"Excuse me?" Asked the therapist, not getting why Jackal so desperately wanted hair. Jackal rolled his eyes at this.
"Like, seriously! Look at my head. LOOK!" Jackal cried in anguish, clutching his bald head. The therapist peered uneasily at the hairless head.
"So... you want hair."
"Uh-huh." Jackal replied.
"May I ask... How badly do you want it?"
"Whatever it would take."
"Even..killing someone?"
"Uh-huh." Jackal nodded once more, like there was absolutely NOTHING wrong with killing someone for their hair.
"Has very...Violent tendencies." The therapist scribbled down, suddenly regretting to be a therapist.
Jackal, being the curious little boy he is, peered over Akane's shoulder and saw her writing. Immediately, he broke down, not understanding how wanting to kill someone means you have violent tendencies.
Really, he couldn't.
So Jackal threw a temper tantrum, right there.
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH DO YOU?" Sobbed Jackal uncontrollably. "NO ONE UNDERSTANDS! NO ONE!"
The therapist twitched.
"WHY DOES EVERYBODY HATE ME?! IS IT BECAUSE I'M BLACK? HUH? OR BECAUSE I'M BALD? ITS BECAUSE OF MY HAIR ISN'T IT? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU PEOPLE SOMETHING. JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE HAIR DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!" Jackal ranted on, pausing to wipe his runny nose on his sleeve.
The therapist eventually calmed Jackal down by giving him a lollipop.
Jackal was so glad that someone FINALLY understood him(as if) and his want for hair. The therapist just wanted to quit now and go get a coffee. With some aspirins to go with it. But she couldn't.
As Jackal was sucking his thumb and lollipop, and the therapist was deep in thought, Yaguu walked in.
He snatched Jackal half-eaten lollipop and chucked it in the trash can that was decorated with a nice, paisley, pattern.
Jackal just stared wide-eyed at his poor, poor, lollipop and started sniffling. Slowly, it turned into a quiet sobbing, and the sound rose higher and higher, until it turned into a full-out wailing, one that rivaled a Kirihara tantrum.
Akane's jaw dropped in disbelief.
Just then, Yaguu popped his head in the doorway, straightened his tie, and cleared his throat.
"Let me explain. Our captain, Yukimura, was feeling sadistic, and seeing a perfect chance, he ordered me to throw away Jackal's lollipop." And Yaguu walked away once more.
Akane's brain cells died. What kind of monster children...things..was she stuck with? More like spawns of the devil.
Jackal had already cried a puddle on the floor. The room was a disaster. There was dog pee on the floor. And she was trapped with crazy people.
"There is a 90 percent chance that the therapist thinks we are crazy people." Stated Yanagi, matter-of-factly.
Yaguu became discouraged at this point. Because, you see, you can't con people into thinking you're a gentleman if they thought you were crazy. He so badly wanted to change that fact, so he decided to be brave and volunteer for the next session. He was a gentleman, after all.
A/N: Oh, forgot to mention, there was an author, in2madness, who replied to one of my reviews. I'm not sure if you're supposed to do that...I'm sorry to everyone who expected me to. I honestly didn't know. But then again... some people don't reply to reviews...Could someone please tell me whether to reply or not?
Rant time: PEOPLE, I HAVE STATED IN ONE OF MY OTHER STORIES. FLAME ME. OR GIVE ME CONCRIT. Call me weird, but it seems like EVERY SINGLE AUTHOR has been flamed or givin concrit to before. I feel left out. Also, I could really improve my writing. PLEASE, PLEASE, SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING A BIT MEAN FOR ONCE.