The Kira Case Mental Profiles Report 2
Ryuuzaki
Therapy Session 3
The truth is there is no way I can get this guy. He is probably the smartest human in the entire planet and he is utterly and absolutely incomprehensible. But I'm paid to try. Oh dammit, here he comes again. Does he know a thing about knocking on the fucking door before entering the room? No wonder he is a complete social inept.
"Ryuuzaki. Good evening."
"Hey Dr. Aki. Mind if I bring in a cup of tea?"
Oh my god look at how many sugar cubes it has! Sugar addict. Ew.
"Nevermind. I have a few questions to ask you, if you don't mind."
"Of course. What I can't assure you is that I will answer them truthfully."
He sat on his slouched position that I've learnt to accept. He looks like he's protecting himself or holding himself together. He probably thinks I swallowed the 40% reasoning drop crap.
I frowned as the bastard gave me his creepy, cocky grin. Really, he is the best detective in the world, but I'm the best psychiatrist! So annoying!
"Okay. Well Ryuuzaki I understand you grew up in England at Wammy's. "
"Who told you that?" He said, in a tone that expressed: how can you know that much already?
"Oh, I just had a little chat with Watari. Wammy's is a really nice guy."
He remained silent for a moment.
"Yeah."
"Okay so you are an orphan who was taken in by that foster home. Excellent. Did you have any friends during your stay?"
"Not really. I was trained since I got there to become the world's best detective. I had no time to be fooling around."
"Do you resent it?"
"Not at all. If I hadn't done that I would've never gotten the job I love. I would have never made the justice prevail if I wasted my time. "
He smiled again, absently.
"Have you ever had a relationship of a more romantic nature?"
Yeah, I know its stupid to ask, but now I'm curious.
"Only with my right hand."
Damn my curiosity. Now I have to get rid of the image of L jerking himself off.
"Have you ever hired someone to give you pleasure?"
"No, I'm not interested much. Actually, now that you mention it, I've never been kissed."
Oh, c'mon, you gotta be kidding me.
He probably read the look in my face.
"No really. The closest human contact I've ever had have been my fights against Raito-kun."
Something inside of me snapped.
"How old are you, again?"
"Twenty-five years old. And excuse me, how's that relevant?"
"Jesus. I just can't believe it."
He smiled mischievously at my comment.
"Care to show me?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Oh no. Forbidden territory. Woman, snap out of it. You can't kiss the guy…
That was until I did, of course.
To hell with my self restraint.
I've never been so sexually tensioned during a therapy session.
And asked me for it…So he is gonna get it.
His lips were too soft altogether for a man's. The first one was rather odd, he seemed to be studying and analyzing my every move, as if booking it in for future reference. He was lying over in the couch so I was practically hanging right over him. I cringed when I felt his long, delicate fingers unbuttoning the blazer.
I'm so going to hell for this.
Not that I really mind.
My hands reached for his tangled ebony hair, surprised at his pleasant texture. So the bird nest wasn't as gross as I initially thought. When our tongues met he had already grasped hold of how to kiss and was improving by the second. The gray pinstriped blazer slid off my shoulders and landed somewhere across the room.
I straddled him, thanking God in heaven for the decision of wearing pants instead of a tight skirt. He moaned into my mouth as I reached for his pale neck, sucking and biting softly. He threw his head back and held back a groan, and I smirked against his skin. Now that's a pulse point. I separated from him as my fingers slid under his shirt, riding it upwards. He caught the move and raised his hands. When the white piece of fabric was off I just threw it, and I knew it knocked off something in my desk. Oh well.
His body was lithe and angled; even if he seemed a bit too skinny he wasn't weak at all. He took off my glasses and his beautiful fingers were now peeling my blouse off. I mewled when I felt his cold fingers brush my chest. He traced my collarbone and breast until he met my abdomen. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride, before leaning in to suck on his nipple.
He groaned loudly, and something rapped on the door.
Shitfuckcrap.
"Yes?" I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Dr. Aki? Your hour with Ryuuzaki is over. Can I come in?"
L had a sucker smile in his face and I knew he was up to something.
"Come on in, Raito-kun."
No. No. NONONONO!
The door opened with a creak and I was still straddling Ryuuzaki, both my hands on his chest and he groped my ass.
"Care to join us, Raito-kun?"
I froze. Damn fucking L. Fucking bastard.