Warning: this chap contains some colorful language.
Miguel laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. He was proud of himself, but at the same time, disappointed. He should never have left the room tonight; the fact that he did was a sign that he wasn't as in control as he hoped.
As Miguel lay there pondering, the door swung open and in limped an exhausted Josie. She collapsed on the bed with a loud, drawn out groan.
"Ugggggggggggh... I am sooooooooo sore." she moaned.
"What, did your sensei give you a hard time?" Miguel asked with a grin.
"He always gives me a hard time. God, I'm aching in every possible place..."
Miguel felt kind of bad for the sore Josie as she lay there suffering. Suddenly, he got a very weird idea in his head. Leaning in close, he put his hands on her shoulders and began kneading them roughly.
"OWWWW!" Josie squealed, leaning up abruptly. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"I... I was trying to be nice." Miguel replied meekly, getting a little warm in the face.
"Oh... well that's very sweet of you, but I don't think your big meaty hands are gonna help much. No offense."
Josie groaned loudly one more time as she stretched out on the bed.
"Uggggh... sorry Miguel, but unless you wanna snuggle I'm gonna need my bed back."
Finally realizing that he was still on the bed and taking up quite a bit of space, Miguel abruptly shot off the bed with an awkward look.
"R-right! Um, sorry... sorry about that." he said, looking away to hide his embarrassment. He went back to his little corner and got comfortable on the floor.
"Ahhhhh! This feels like bliss!" Josie moaned. "Ah, but I really need to take a shower..."
Miguel gulped when he heard that. He forgot about the bottle!
"Oh mierda..." Miguel quietly cursed. All he could do was shut his eyes in terror as he heard the door shut. Any second now...
"MIGUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!"
"There it is..." Miguel groaned. The door swung open and Josie stomped out of the bathroom, holding a dripping bottle of tequila. Her facial expression could strike fear into the most courageous man.
"WHAT. IS. THIS?!"
"It's, ahh... it's a bottle of tequila." Miguel mumbled, scratching his head.
"And what was it doing in the toilet? LOOK AT ME, MISTER!"
Miguel stood up straight like a soldier at attention as he looked into Josie's flaming eyes.
"I-I-I went out last night and got it."
"And did you pay for it?"
"N-no."
"Then how did you acquire it?"
"I... I... I punched the clerk."
"Dammit Miguel! How could you do this to me?! I...I... oh, I can feel tears coming..."
"Wait! But Josie, I... I didn't drink any, dammit!"
Josie's angry face suddenly changed. She stared at Miguel for a few seconds, eyes blinking.
"What did you say?"
"I said I didn't drink any. I didn't even take a sip. I wanted to so badly, but I fought against it. I had the bottle in my mouth, but then I... I thought of you."
A moment of silence passed between the two. As Miguel looked at Josie, he honestly didn't know what she was feeling. Anger? Sadness? Was she going to cry? Perhaps she was preparing to knock his teeth out...
Miguel's eyebrow raised when a saw a look of pure giddiness spread across Josie's face. Before he could even say "what the hell?" Josie lunged at him with her arms wide apart. She threw her arms around his head and squeezed harder than she had ever squeezed.
"MIGUEEEEL! I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUUU!"
"Mmmph!" Miguel gave a muffled scream as Josie's quite large breasts suffocated him.
"You stole a bottle of tequila and you were gonna drink it, but you dropped it in the toilet instead because YOU CAAARE ABOOOOUT MEEEEEEE!"
Miguel used his superior strength to finally pry himself from Josie's monstrous embrace. He leaned over and gasped a few times as the air refilled his lungs.
"So... you're not mad?" Miguel asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"I forgive you." Josie said with a smile. "But..."
Miguel's face turned to horror as Josie frowned at him like a teacher scolding a student.
"You still did something very very bad! You stole and you beat up an innocent person! Therefore, I hereby cancel our fun event for tomorrow."
"What was it?"
"Pizza and videogames."
"Oh. That's, uh, too bad."
"Instead, I'm taking you somewhere different."
"Where?"
"It's a surprise. Now go to sleep like a good boy while I go get out of this sweaty Muay Thai garb. If I get out of the shower and find you gone, so help me I will HUNT YOU DOWN!"
"Alright, alright. Sheesh, you act like I'm your child or something."
"You're as responsible as a child. Goodnight!"
Josie hummed a tune as she went back in the bathroom and shut the door. Miguel rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself as he laid down on the floor and eventually fell asleep.
THE NEXT DAY
The two of them went back out the next morning. Josie was in her classic gold top and blue shorts, and Miguel in his new clothes Josie bought for him.
"So where are we going? The suspense is killing me!" Miguel asked.
"Don't worry, we're here now!"
Miguel's eyes widened as he looked up at the sign on the building.
HEIHACHI MISHIMA PSYCHIATRIC CENTER
"What the... this is some kind of nuthouse!" Miguel yelled.
"Hey, this is a place for you to meet other people, share your story, and be inspired to make a difference in your life!" Josie replied.
"But group therapy sucks! Nobody has fun at those things."
"Nobody is supposed to! Now you're going to go in there and get some rehab, and you are gonna like it!"
"Nooo! I'm a lone wolf, dammit!"
Josie dragged Miguel into the building and approached the receptionist.
"Hi, we're here for the 3:00 session." Josie said.
"It's just starting! Three doors down, take a left, first door on the right."
"Thanks!"
Josie dragged Miguel down the hallway until they reached the appointed room. The two of them stood outside the door as Miguel mustered up the courage to go in.
"Do... I really have to do this?" Miguel asked with a sigh.
"Yes, you do."
"Fine. But... you'll sit in with me, right?"
"Nope! I've got some important errands to run. But I have faith in you. Now get your cute Spanish ass in there!"
Josie shoved Miguel through the door and ran away before he could even get mad. Miguel shot to his feet and was greeted by a small circle of chairs, each one occupied except for one. All of the occupants were staring at him, anfd Miguel already knew he was gonna hate this.
"Well hello there! We have an empty chair just for you." a very old man in glasses and a labcoat said.
Miguel rolled his eyes and made his way to the empty chair, avoiding eye contact with the others as much as possible. When he finally sat down, the old man rose to his feet and addressed the whole room.
"Greetings, and welcome to this group therapy session! I am Dr. Geppetto Bosconovitch, but you can just call me Dr. B. Now, seeing as I am just an old man and you are a bunch of violent psychopaths, I have appointed some security volunteers to help keep the peace.
A weird alien looking thing with tentacles coming out of his head approached from out of the corner.
"I am Yoshimitsu. I expect you all to behave for the good Doctor here, or taste my steel!"
Next, an extremely cute pink haired girl with a flower in her hair approached the group.
"Greetings! I am Alisa Bosconovitch! I implore that you all act in accordance with the rules and regulations, otherwise I will be prompted to use lethal force. Tee hee!"
Finally, there was a huge muscular robot with a red mohawk and wearing green camo. He didn't say anything, but he laughed obnoxiously and pounded his chest like a gorilla. He looked like a highly sophisticated Jack model, perhaps the latest one.
"Now then, why don't you start by introducing yourselves and giving a little summary of why you're here?"
The first to stand up was a huge, hulking black man with dreadlocks. He had an extremely mean look on his face.
"I'm Craig Marduk." he said in a very bored tone.
"HELLO, CRAIG MARDUK." the entire group said in a similar unenthusiastic tone.
"I'm here because I got mad and killed a wrestler in a bar. Then when I got out of prison I put on his mask and beat the shit out of people on live television. Eventually I got arrested and sent back to prison for several counts of aggravated battery and now I'm forced to attend this shitty therapy session."
"It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Marduk." Dr. B said with a smile. "Onto the next one, please!"
Next was a mean looking man with white hair, blue pants and boots. He rose to his feet and cleared his throat.
"Ahem! I'm Bryan f***ing Fury!"
"HELLO, BRYAN F***ING FURY." the entire group said in unison.
"I'm here because I maim and kill people on a daily basis and the police can't do shit to me because I always break out of prison and I can't be killed. Since they had no other options, they sentenced me to therapy and hoped that I would have a breakthrough or some shit. Like that's gonna happen, right? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Well let's just hope for the best, eh Mr. Fury?" Doctor B. said with a chuckle. "Next, please!"
Two very attractive women rose to their feet, the blonde in a black dress and the brunette in a red dress.
"I'm Nina Williams."
"And I'm Anna Williams."
"HELLO, NINA AND ANNA WILLIAMS." the others said in unison.
"I'm here because this BITCH doesn't know how to die already!" Anna spat, elbowing Nina in the gut.
"And I'm here because this cum guzzling skank won't mind her own business and get out of my life!" Nina retorted, stepping on Anna's toe.
"Grrr! You want a piece of me, fake tits?"
"I'll shove your high heels up your gaping cunt, you dumpster cocksucker!"
That was the final straw, and Anna tackled Nina with a scream. The two of them started to wrestle in the middle of the circle, slapping and pulling each others hair.
"And I thought this would be a waste of time, heh heh heh..." Bryan chuckled.
"Hell yeah! Rip your clothes off!" Marduk whooped.
"Oh dear, this got out of hand faster than I expected. SECURITY!" Dr. B yelled.
Jack charged in and grabbed Anna's arms, while Yoshimitsu and Alisa tackled Nina and pinned her quite easily.
"Now ladies, this is not the place to be fighting so. This is a place for us to make peace, not war." Dr. B said in a calm, soothing tone. "Now... can we please calm down and get on with this already?"
After five more minutes of forcefully restraining them, Nina and Anna finally calmed down and were placed on opposite sides of the circle. Their gazes didn't avert from each other, however.
"Now then, who is next in the circle?"
A very grumpy looking young man with red hair and a biker outfit rose to his feet. He put his hands in his pockets and looked away in disgust.
"I'm Hwoarang. And if any of you assholes say hi to me, I'm gonna kick your teeth in."
"Now Hwoarang, that's no way to behave in group therapy." Dr. B scolded.
"I don't care!" Hwoarang screamed. "I don't wanna be here! I don't I don't I don't!"
"God, you whine like a little girl!" Marduk complained.
"Sounds like someone needs a spanking. I'll be happy to oblige..." Anna said in a seductive tone, giving Hwoarang a wink.
"Aw shut up, you hag. He's not interested in your saggy tits anyway." Nina retorted.
"Say that again!" Anna growled.
"QUIET, PLEASE! YOU ARE GOING TO GIVE ME ANGINA!" Dr. B yelled. "Hwoarang, just tell us why you're here."
"I'm here because f***ing Baek thinks I have anger issues and I pick too many fights with strangers. He doesn't want to beat some sense into me because I'm like a son to him, so he sentenced me to be tortured by you pricks."
"Very nice to meet you too, Hwoarang." Dr. B said with a smile. "Anyone else?"
Miguel looked around the room; there was no one else left but him. He swallowed and swallowed until his throat was dry, and took a deep breath.
"Here goes..." Miguel muttered as he rose to his feet.
"Ahem! I'm Miguel Caballero Rojo. I'm here, because... I've hurt people. All throughout my life, I've never amounted to much. I've never had anyone support me, except for one person. She, uh... she died a couple years ago, and it put me in a bad place. I turned angry and violent, and a lot of innocent people were victims of my rage. I'm here today, because now there IS someone who will support me. I would never have made it here without her help. She hasn't given up on me... and I'm not giving up on me either."
"Very good, Mr. Rojo!" Dr. B exclaimed with a smile. Finally, the old man rose to his feet and faced the group.
"Now then... can anyone tell me what you all have in common?"
"None of us wanna be here?" Hwoarang snarked. The others snickered quietly.
"Um that is a very astute observation, Hwoarang. But NO! You all share the same, uh... symptom, so to speak. You are all prone to bouts of anger and excessive violence, and that's why together, you can help and support each other on the path to recovery."
"Who are you callin excessive?!" Marduk blurted.
"He just means we like to kick people's asses. Like they don't deserve it half the time." Bryan scoffed.
"Alright, enough of that!" Dr. B interrupted. "Now then, let's try a little role playing. We are going to discuss the proper way to deal with situations. And by proper way, I mean a NON VIOLENT solution. Now then... Bryan and Marduk, would you get up and get in the middle of the circle?"
Bryan and Marduk scoffed as they rose to their feet and got in the middle like Dr. B wanted.
"This should be a hoot..." Miguel muttered under his breath. He was definitely not having fun; in fact, he was cursing Josie wherever she might be right now.
"Okay, now... you are two strangers passing each other by on the sidewalk. Bryan, I want you to bump into Marduk. Marduk, I want you to respond to the situation naturally."
Bryan rolled his eyes and walked straight up to Marduk. With a few more steps forward, he plowed right into Marduk.
"Watch where you're going, bitch." Marduk spat.
"Don't you talk to me like that, ya big ape! I'll strangle you with your own dreadlocks!" Bryan threatened.
"Madre de Dios..." Miguel sighed, putting his hand on his forehead.
"When I'm done with you you'll never laugh again, you Joker reject!"
And just like that, fight number 2 broke out. Bryan tackled Marduk to the ground and started punching his face in, but Marduk used his strength to roll over and mount Bryan instead. He started hammering Bryan with punches, and Bryan got in a few of his own.
"SECURITYYYYYYY!" Dr. B shouted.
Jack grabbed Marduk and put him in a chokehold while Yoshimitsu and Alisa pinned Bryan's arms and legs.
"Just let em kill each other! I'm tired of those overzealous windbags anyway." Anna scoffed.
"You know what I'm tired of? Your ugly skank face." Nina retorted.
"OH THAT IS IT! You asked for it, you wrinkly old witch!"
Anna and Nina tackled each other and started beating the crap out of each other right in front of Miguel. Hwoarang looked both ways and abruptly darted out of the room, laughing triumphantly at his newfound freedom.
"Please! Can we please just sit down and talk?!" Dr. B pleaded. Finally, he just gave up and sat down with a blank expression on his face.
"Guess it's time to split..." Miguel quietly muttered. He took advantage of the chaos to quietly slip out of the room.
"Go to group therapy, she said. Meet other people, she said..."