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Authors' Note: This is the last chapter! I'm gonna miss writing this with fakiagirl. T.T Review, please!

The Psychiatrist: Chapter 4

After fifteen minutes of perilous situations involving near-crashes and explosions, they arrived at Fai's house.

Kurogane gaped at it in awe. This is his house? What a beast! How can he live off the money he gets from telling people they're insane?

They carried the manju inside, using the napkin they had filched from the restaurant as a stretcher. They failed to notice the bicycle trailing behind them.

Fai led the way into his house, but paused in the entryway. "The best place to operate would be on the kitchen counter, but I'm afraid you must wait outside."

"What?" exclaimed Kurogane. "But-"

"No, no, it's absolutely necessary! You wouldn't want any mistakes, would you?"

"Well . . . okay," agreed Kurogane grudgingly.

As soon as Fai was in the kitchen, he quickly closed and locked the door. "Now, let's see . . ." he mumbled to himself and began rummaging wildly through the cupboards. Finally Fai turned to look at Mokona, sitting forlornly on the corner. "What am I going to do with you?" He thought for a moment, and then an idea suddenly came to him. "I'll go buy a new one! He'll never know the difference!"

He snuck out the back door and quietly slid into his car. He quickly backed it out of the driveway and speedily drove towards the nearest Japanese convenience store.

Meanwhile, Kurogane sat on Fai's couch, fidgeting anxiously.

Unknown to either of them, Syaoran was outside, pressed against the kitchen window, drooling at the manju.

Fai parked in his driveway, hopped out of the car, and sprinted to the back door. He raced inside, quickly hiding Old Mokona in a cupboard and pulling New Mokona out of his package. He placed it on the counter where Old Mokona had once sat. He thrust open the door. "Kuro-pii! Your snack- er, lover is good as new!"

Kurogane jumped out of his seat. "My sweet bean!" he cried.

Knocking Fai aside, he burst through the door and . . .

. . . sweat-dropped.

"Where is my sweet bean?" Kurogane twitched.

It was Fai's turn to sweat-drop. "Well . . . you see . . . heh . . .heh. He's in here." He opened the cabinet.

". . ."

"Where is he?" asked Kurogane through clenched teeth.

Fai glanced nervously out the window. And did a double-take. "What is that?"

"Whatis what?" asked Kurogane, and then he noticed Syaoran outside the window, drooling on his manju. "MY SWEET BEAN!" cried Kurogane as he jumped out of the window.

"No, Kuro- "

Kurogane suddenly stopped in midair and ran to the back door.

"My bean princess . . ." murmured Syaoran as he lifted the manju to his mouth.

Kurogane knocked Syaoran over, snatching the manju out of Syaoran's hands. He gained possession of the manju and inspected it, murmuring, "My sweet bean, my sweet bean!"

Kurogane carried it inside, Fai following close behind, Syaoran still lying on the grass, sobbing.

Once inside, Fai offered to make some tea to "soothe Kurogane's nerves." Kurogane's only response was a grunt that Fai took to mean "Yes!"

When Fai came back out of the kitchen with a teapot, he saw Kurogane sitting at the table, studying his manju. "Is he okay?"

Kurogane ignored him and suddenly produced a knife.

Fai nearly dropped the teapot.

Kurogane carefully shaved off Syaoran's teeth marks. Then he very carefully cut the manju precisely down the middle and placed each half on plates that had suddenly appeared on Fai's table. He glanced up at Fai, who was clutching his teapot and staring at Kurogane in shock. "Well, what are you waiting for? Pour some tea, sweet bean."

- End -

Authors' Note: Thanks to all my readers! You get a cupcake for sticking with us this far!

Edit: I'm back, this time as weaselwhiskers. I'm currently editing this story a bit. Fakiagirl and I wrote it when we were about 12, so there were many grammar mistakes :) An epilogue and new stories should come soon.