The Murderer and the Genius

by Alibi Nonsense

Dr F. Roy Dean Schlippe is the most revered psychoanalyst in the history in psychoanalysis... aside from the fact that he's just a boy. Just like Ichibi no Shukaku is the most feared murderer in the whole of Suna... aside from the fact he is just a boy. And, when Yondaime Kazekage hires out Dr Schlippe for counselling, how can he say no? After all, he is just a boy...

2. Chapter 2

'Professor Schlippe' read the cardboard sign, but, as of yet, Professor Schlippe was nowhere to be found.

"What d'you think's keeping him?"

"I dunno, jan. Maybe he took a bathroom break."

"For four hours?!"

The boy shrugged. "Just a guess," he said, "No need to get all stuffy about it."

His sister growled impatiently and slumped down onto the greying, metal, three-seat bench that she had previously been avoiding. The reason why she had been avoiding it bristled, his sand armour spiking into points at the contact, and his sister shuddered and moved to sit on the arm next to Kankuro instead.

"Why do we have to meet this man, anyway? Tou-sama's kicked the bucket."

"Urgh! I've already told you!"

"You... you did?"

"Well obviously, Ototo."

"Can't you just tell me again, quickly?"

His sister sighed, "Jouseki-sama still believes Gaara-sama to be unstable, despite the evidence to the contrary."

"And? Jouseki's an arse."

Gaara cleared his throat and the two fell silent. He wouldn't hurt them... but they knew he could. He had killed myriads in the past. Kankuro swallowed, turning to his brother, trying to keep the expression on his face nonchalant and bored even though it was pointless; his younger brother could hear his heartbeat, after all.

"Yeah, jan?"

His ototo didn't answer, instead, turning again to stare at a small black spot in the sky, growing steadily larger with each passing second. It was a helicopter. In a minute, they would hear the choppers. Gaara had already heard them.

"Schlippe?"

"Most likely." Kankuro was surprised the boy had answered, but, with Gaara, they never knew.

The black dot flew steadily closer: a speck of dust; a flying ant; a bluebottle; a toy helicopter; a real helicopter. The noise was deafening. The children, having never been within five hundred miles of a helicopter before, were a little short of terrified, though, to the casual observer, they would've just appeared indifferent... at worst, irritated.

The helicopter landed. The choppers stopped whirring. One of the doors opened. Even Gaara looked a little surprised.