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Notes: I'm not lazy i've just had writer's block. What's my alternative? RPing so now you know what I do in my spare time...although I need more tsubasa ones 0.o

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"Well, what can I say?" The therapist glanced over her notebook towards the two boys. "It seems you have a split personality disorder." She stated as if it was obvious.

"We're not the same person!" The two brunet boys yelled in unison, perfectly timed.

"Of course you're not. It would be ironic if you were." The woman smirked as if it was the funniest thing she'd heard all day. Although to be fair in her line of work everything was rather amusing. "Now do you two consider yourselves individuals?" She asked firmly, her face now straight again.

"Of course we do." The two repeated, once again in unison.

"Then why do you have the same names?" She asked, looking over the notebook.

The Syaoran twins glanced at eachother and shrugged together. They were going to explain but that would cause a huge number of questions to start being asked and they didn't have the effort to do so.

"Well then. Tell me about your relationship with eachother." She gave an all knowing smirk which was rather worrying on her features.

"We're twins…" The first brunet stated simply as he tried to vanish into the back of the fake leather chair.

"…that's about it." The other finished as he too tried to vanish.

The shrink's smirk grew several times with knowledge that thy obviously didn't know…yet. The two gulped slightly, this was not a nice direction for the conversation to be heading in.

"I have here several well documented photos from a reliable source." The elderly woman set the photos on the table, photos which should have been burnt or atleast locked away for fear of small children looking upon them. "Now why were you created Mr.Clone?" She glanced upon the taller of the two.

"I don't want to talk about it…the horror of it all!" He broke down, somehow leaping a good ten feet into the corner. An eerie gloom fell upon him as he started planting mushrooms, talking to them about the weather.

"Don't plant them in here!" The woman called out although she was somehow very calm. She turned back to the seemingly sane twin and folded her arms, "You have connections with someone named Fei Wang Reed."

The teen burst into a fit of laughter at the name, nervous or otherwise it still carried on for a good few moments.

"Yes I do." He stated as he wiped the stray tears of laughter from his eyes.

"What is the purpose of his giant TV?" She questioned bluntly and strictly.

Syaoran froze as the colour drained from his face. He too went into a distant corner and was soon welcomed by some stray mushrooms. The two twins glanced at eachother, exchanging a horrified shudder before turning back to their new fungus friends.

The therapist pressed a button and called through the speaker, "Can I have a couple of people to take these two away…don't mention big chin. It's for your own safety."

She noted down a few extra notes on her notebook before leaving, stepping over several mushrooms, to get some tea.