Many thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter. This chapter was inspired by your amazing reviews.

However, I must apologize beforehand for any mistakes within it since I'm yet to sleep….

"Fifth seat Ayasegawa, thank you for coming; I want to talk to you about….."

"Normal?" The pretty fifth seat interrupted.

"Excuse me?" The psychiatrist questioned confusedly.

"Bland?" he pushed on as if she didn't ask a question. The self proclaimed most beautiful man alive, appeared to be deep in thought, completely unaware of the confusion he was causing for the woman in front of him.

"Ayasegawa-San…." She started.

"Mundane?" He questioned, scowling, as if to force his mind to concentrate, his eyes were firmly fixed on the woman in front of him.

Rose twitched.

"What…."

"Ordinary?" Yumi once again ignored her, lightly tapping a finger against his bottom lip.

"AYASEGAWA-SAN…" The therapist finally snapped. "What are you talking about?" She questioned crossly.

"Hm." Yumichika said absently, his eyes finally focusing on the woman. A second of confusion passed, before a slow smile spread across his lips. "My apologies Dr. Rose." He said earnestly, his hand quickly finding its way to his dark locks, as he tossed his hair backwards, causing the woman to realize that this was the first time she felt conscious about her own looks in comparison to those of a man.

"So, what were you talking about?" She questioned, forcing herself to focus on the topic at hand.

"Oh," He said leaning back in his chair, "I was merely attempting to arrive at a proper term to describe your looks." He stated simply.

"M-My looks?"

"Yah, I was torn between 'mundane, normal, bland and ordinary'." He said, once again looking both serious and very deep in thought.

Rose didn't have time to even register her own shock, when the feathered man's eyes lit up as if he just solved a particularly tricky math problem. "Boring!" He screamed, a finger shooting up to point her way.

"I…."

"That's it." He surmised in pure ecstasy, appearing every bit as relieved as he felt. "You look extremely boring." He pushed on, completely ignoring the dumbstruck look on the woman's face.

"Me?" She almost whispered, shock evident on her every feature.

"Of course." Zaraki's fifth seat said companionably. "Your eyes have a very dull brown color. Well, brown's normally a very warm color but this seems to be completely lost on your eyes." He pointed out.

"Your face is neither round nor oval, it's…." He paused examining the disbelieving woman. "Well, it's nothing special. It's like it couldn't decide on which way to be, so it just took an odd shape."

"Odd?" The woman parroted, eyes going wide.

"You have to admit…." The fifth seat said in an easy tone "Your head has a very odd shape." He said in a friendly manner. "And that noooseeee." He added stretching out the word for extra emphasis. "I'm sure you've noticed it, so I don't really need to point it out." He finished earnestly.

"N—Noticed what?" She questioned, her hand unconsciously going to her nose, as if to examine it.

"You mean, you haven't noticed?" Yumichika almost screamed, in sheer incredulity.

"Wa-What?" She questioned, the look of a woman being led to the electric chair firmly etched on her face.

"It's slanted." Yumichika said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He then decided to stop assuming that the woman was wise enough to locate her own flaws, accordingly, being the good Samaritan he was, he felt obliged to just go on and list them for her.

"Your ears are disproportionate." He started.

"Your upper lip is almost nonexistent."

"And have you ever heard about facial scrubs?" He said disbelievingly.

"And those eyebrows…. Who on earth did that to you?" He paused eyeing her, while being thoroughly unable to stop himself from frowning in a slight show of disgust.

When the woman didn't seem to clue in to what he was talking about. He resigned himself to his fate and pushed on.

"They make you look perpetually stunned."

"And for God's sake tweezers aren't your enemy."

"I…. I…." The woman started in sheer desperation. Poor psychiatrist was valiantly attempting to salvage the last remaining slivers of her quickly dissipating self esteem.

"Your hair makes you look like a lion."

And there goes the last slivers….. Sooo long.

"M- My….."

"And I'm sure you already know that your boobs lack personality."

Oh that was it, "WHAT!" She screamed. "I don't even understand what that means." She said turning bright red in both; anger and embarrassment.

At that he just flashed a knowing smile. "O-Of course you don't." He said in what can only be described as the mother of all condescending tones. "For a man to be interested in looking at them, breasts need to speak up and say something." He said in a manner akin to that of a scientist pandering to the general public.

"Your breasts however," He said pointing at them, making her blush even more. "Are pointless." He said with finality. "They're mute."

He sighed, pondering the fact that people with that level of obliviousness really did exist.

"Also, your knees are too fat, your ankles are too slim, and your ass….." He paused rubbing his temples tiredly, "…..is nothing but a disgrace to womankind."

"A-A….. I…"

"And that outfit of yours…." He started making her wince in anticipation of his next insult. "Well, it's fine." He said with a sigh.

She eyed him cautiously.

"It- It is?" She questioned, her eyes watering at the thought of finally receiving a compliment from the man.

"Sure." He said, tilting his head slightly and giving her an honest smile. "I'm sure all psychiatrists dress in a manner that enables them to blend in easily when they're amongst the patients in the loony-bin." He finished, honestly believing that he just gave her a compliment.

The woman was just dumbstruck. In the one minute it took him to say those things to her, she seemed to have lost all capacity for rational thought. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed, her breathing erratic, as she gawked at the man, unable to believe the things he was saying to her. She was even more incapable of believing that she couldn't for the life of her say one word to counter this barrage of insults. This might be attributed to the fact that; the man didn't even look like he was trying to insult her. He looked rather sincere and he spoke matter of factly, as if everything he said was the most obvious thing in the world. This confidence with which he spoke made his words very hard to oppose.

The room fell silent for a while, as Rose just blinked at Yumi, who was too busy scanning her from head to toe.

"Are …..you …..done?" She questioned, her voice breaking at the end of every word.

"Not quite." He said bringing his eyes up to meet hers. "I would just like to point out that your bone structure is just wrong." He said casually, his eyes holding a look that Rose could swear was that of utter pity.

"Oh." Was all she managed.

"Life must be very hard for you." He surmised, fixing her with a look of absolute empathy. "Normally, I don't like to associate with ugly people; however, I figured that you just couldn't take anymore letdowns in life. Of course I can never understand or even begin to imagine how life could be like for a hideous person. But the truth remains that I am beautiful both inside and out and this is why I agreed to come see you today."

At that, Rose's mouth fell open, as she gawked at the man.

"Is that why you went into psychology?" He questioned in a heartfelt tone, "It is? Isn't it? You just went into this field to learn how to make yourself feel better. Oh, bless your soul." He cooed. "You are such a trooper, you might even get me to reconsider my view that ugly people should just be stoned to death, so that they don't mar the beauty of this universe for the perfect looking beings like myself." He finished fluttering his eyelashes.

He paused once again scanning the woman who appeared to be in an almost comical state of suspended animation.

"Poor thing…. Men must just run away from you every time they see you." He concluded.

"N-No." She said valiantly.

"Oh… Right…." He said slapping a perfectly manicured hand against his forehead as if he just realized something. "You don't even like men do you?" He said; face lighting up with the new finding.

"No…. I like them."The girl said shakily.

Yumi paused for a second as he registered what she just said. "But… They really don't like you, do they?" He said, but it wasn't really a question, more like a statement of a universally agreed upon fact.

"What?"The poor psychiatrist questioned in an almost hysterical tone. "Yes…. Yes…they do."

Yumi just flashed her yet another all knowing smile, alongside a look laced with pity. "Are you married?"

"No."

"Engaged?"

"Not really." She said, feeling all the more like a cornered rat.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"N-Not at the moment." She said erratically. She then paused for a second, registering his rather victorious grin. "THEY LIKE ME!" She said despite herself.

"Of course they do."

Pause.

"Poor you, you must just wanna kill yourself don't you?" He said sounding like he truly felt sorry for her. "Don't do it." He added in big brother sorta tone. "You can solve your problem by just covering your face when you go in public." He said helpfully.

He then paused for a second looking apprehensive.

"Your body though, might be a problem." He reflected, not really talking to her.

Another pause.

"Just stay home." He concluded happily. "That will save us all the trouble." He finished in a kind tone.

"It must be so sad to know that you will spend the rest of your life locked up alone. But don't worry; you could just buy a cat….."

Pause.

"Or 12…."

Pause.

"Just get twelve. And you could find solace in knowing that beautiful people like me walk the earth on daily basis… isn't that great?" He finished and once again it wasn't a question.

"Go!" Rose said in a weak tone.

"What?" He questioned, snapping out of the trance he just caused himself to drift into when he started pondering his own beauty.

"Leave." She said again, appearing as if she was struggling to even speak.

"But, the session…." He started, fluttering his feathered lashes.

"Over…" She said seemingly about ready to faint.

"But don't you have any advice for me? I thought this was what you did."

Rose froze. And realizing that the man wasn't leaving unless she says something, she physically forced her lips to formulate words, "Help someone else." She mumbled.

"Ah… I will….definitely ." He declared happily. "I will help people from now on; after all, I now realize that ugly people like yourself truly need my help."

Yumi then gracefully flew to his feet, and started skipping towards the door; twitting happily and completely unaware that the woman who he just left literally passed out. This time it wasn't because of someone's obtrusive reiatsu or flowery Zanpakuto; this time she was simply frustrated into unconsciousness.

"Thank you, Dr. Rose."

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