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Author's note: Sorry! This chapter took a long time! This one was a little tricky. Fakiagirl thought this was going to be the last chapter, but there is definately going to be one more. Maybe two more if I get any more ideas! Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated . . .

Enjoy!

The Psychiatrist: Chapter 3

One week later . . .

Fai turned around as the door to his office creaked open. Kurogane entered the office, tugging at his necktie uncomfortably.

"Did you bring your . . . sweet bean?" Fai asked with a bright smile.

"Yeah . . ." he mumbled, his hand coming up to his breast pocket absentmindedly. He glanced at Fai. "Where's your date?"

"He's right here," said Fai cheerfully, withdrawing from his breast pocket a manju he had colored black with a permanent marker moments before.

Kurogane blinked at the blue bow on Fai's date before smiling courteously. "Hello there," he said kindly. "I'm Kurogane, and -" he pulled his manju out of his pocket, "- this is my sweet bean, Mokona." He paused, listening intently. "Hmm, your name is Mokona as well? It must be a common name."

Fai sweat-dropped, watching the "exchange"of words with a bemused expression on his face. He couldn't help but notice that the manju in Kurogane's hand had a red bow. "Well, let's be going!" He glided past his desk, grabbing his manju in one hand and Kurogane's arm in the other.

Kurogane was dragged out the door and thrown into the passenger's seat of a black Mercedes. Fai snatched the white manju out of Kurogane's hand and carelessly threw both manju-buns into the back seat. "Hey!" bellowed Kurogane. "Be careful!"

Fai jumped in the front seat and turned on the engine, backing the car out of the parking lot. Kurogane hurriedly fastened his seat belt, hanging onto the seat for dear life as Fai swerved to miss a car coming from the opposite direction.

As soon as the car was on the street, Fai turned to Kurogane with a big smile on his face. "So, now that we're such good friends-" Fai glanced at the road just in time to maneuver around a group of pedestrians crossing the street before turning back to face Kurogane. "- perhaps I should call you by a nickname, such as Kuro-puu or Kuro-rin?"

Kurogane glanced nervously at the terrified faces of the pedestrians just before replying. "No. My name is Kurogane."

Fai smiled quietly to himself as he swerved to miss another car, which emitted loud cursing noises. "Goodness, drivers these days! Hmm, Kuro-tan?"

After a bit of driving, they finally arrived at their destination. Kurogane opened the door to the back seat, bowing gracefully as he delicately retrieved his date. Fai swooped past, grabbing his own manju and Kurogane's arm once again. With amazing strength for his slight build, Fai dramatically burst through the double doors of the restaurant, Kurogane in tow.

"We have a reservation for four!" he cried to the person at the front desk. "Under Flowright!" he added, almost as an afterthought.

"This way," said the guy with the menus, showing them to a small table in a secluded corner.

A few moments later, their salad was placed in front of them by their waiter, Syaoran, according to the name-tag pinned to his vest.

Fai over-enthusiastically stabbed a piece of lettuce on his fork, somehow managing to knock over his wine, soaking Kurogane. Kurogane looked up, seething with anger, wine dripping from his hair into his eyes.

"Oh my!" cried Fai. "We must make you presentable, Kuro-klutz," he teased. He leaped out of his seat, dragging Kurogane off to the restroom.

"But- wait- my sweet bean-"

"Not to worry, not to worry."

Once in the restroom, Fai shoved Kurogane's face into the sink good-naturedly. Kurogane spluttered in protest as Fai scrubbed happily at his hair.

Back in the dining area, Syaoran had noticed the unattended manju-buns. His gaze kept wandering over to them as he served tables. Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and paused as he was walking past the table. He tried to tear his gaze away from them, but instead he found himself reaching for the white one. Just one lick . . . maybe a nibble . . .

Just then, Fai and Kurogane emerged from the restroom. They seemed to be bickering, but stopped the moment they saw Syaoran with the manju in his mouth. "Noooo! My sweet bean!" cried Kurogane, launching himself across the room, just as Syaoran bit down. He dropped the manju in surprise, and Kurogane knocked him out of the way in his hurry to reach his injured beloved.

"My sweet bean!" he cried broken-heartedly, clutching the manju to his chest. "Fai, call an ambulance!"

"Oh, there's no need," said Fai reassuringly. "I am also a medical doctor, the kind who is medical in their doctoring! It would be much faster if we just took him to my house."

- End Chapter -

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And a special thank you to Zaika-Purr for the suggestion! I used part of it . . .