Preparation

The 6a.m. alarm rang in vain as I had barely slept that night.

The morning sun found me analyzing my notes about the circumstances, possibilities and background of my patient. Even if I hadn't my nerves were ragged and sleep wouldn't come to me.

Every single channel, local or international, seemed to talk exclusively about the end of the death game with a heavy emphasis on the king pin of the criminal organization that was developed and thrived inside the said game. Great attention was also given to me as the psychologist that will have to psychoanalyze him.

My job, ofcourse, wasn't to get a confession out of him, far from it, as even if he did confess everything to the last detail I wouldn't be able to officially disclose in court anything of this kind without making the confession unusable and rendering my career finished.

No, my job was to one, certify if he is a mentally ill patient and should be treated as such, and two, if certain proof is revealed from his confession as even though it can't be used if certain evidence could be found through it then I could give the information to the police.

For example the murderer says I killed her and buried her there. The psychologist can't use the part that said he killed her but he can tell the police where the body is buried so they can use any new evidence they find from the body.

I tidied up the mess of papers that was my bed and arranged them into two folders which I then closed and positioned in my bag. I made a cup of coffee which I leisurely drank on my balcony while looking at the rising sun.

I still had 2 hours up until the arranged appointment but the traffic at that hour could be hellish so I decided to get ready.

I opened my wardrobe. I put on a pair of grey pants with a matching jacket and a white t-shirt underneath. I looked myself in the full body mirror of my room.

Formal yet classy! I decided with an internal grin.

By most people's standards I was knock out gorgeous! My silky smooth black hair flowed down to her waist while my bright blue eyes complemented ny high cheekbones. I was fairly tall like a model and perfectly proportioned.

Sadly, us is the case with many psychiatrists, I wasn't truly in touch with my feelings so independently of my looks I never had a good enough relationship. I didn't know if I should feel blessed for my looks or resentful to myself for my lack of ability to use them.

I shook my head to empty my thoughts of these things. I needed to be 100% into what I was doing today. My career could go either rocket high or dirt low within the next week and honestly I wasn't as stressed as excited. I liked it when the stakes were high.

I got out of my home and into my car and started the ride. I turned on my radio which was playing "psycho killer" by the doors. I chuckled.

Fitting! I thought as the music faded into the background for the next hour, inside which I reached the Matsumoto juvenile prison. I went inside and the luxury that Japanese prisons had never ceased to amaze me.

Surrounded by lush greenery with a tranquil silence hanging in the air, it's easy to forget you're standing inside a juvenile correctional facility in western Tokyo — at least until you notice the walls surrounding the property that completely shut the center off from the outside world.

I was from America and in all honesty I had never before been in Japan but my mother was Japanese so I had a mediocre grasp on the language. I hoped it would be enough to talk in an acceptable level with my patient.

I went to the waiting room where a bulky man with a jet black suit and a red tie waited me on my seat. When he saw me he walked towards me in slow yet determined motions.

'Would you be Mrs. Nicole Verman?' Asked the man in lightly accented English while extending his hand in form of a handshake. I had noticed that independently of the grasp a person from the east had on the language a discernible accent was still found. No matter how many times I traced this I still found it peculiar. I returned the gesture by grabbing his hand and shaking it.

'Nicole Verman at your service!' I said with a polite smile forming on my lips, more for reasons of diplomacy rather than anything else. The man returned the smile.

'We have been expecting you! Please, follow me.' He said and gestured towards the barred door that led to the cells.

He gave a nod towards the gate keeper through the glass and he opened the door. He led me deeper and deeper into the corridor when I started feeling a difference. The further inside I got the worse the quality of… well everything, became. The air got stale, the rooms, which I could see through the small barred windows at the top of the doors, became smaller and dirtier. The walls weren't so finely painted, guards started showing up more often after every corner and there were at least three cameras on the walls of every corridor. Curiosity got the better of me.

'I am sorry but why is the security so tight?' I asked but was greeted with silence. When I was ready to repeat herself in the thought that the man in front of me hadn't heard the question he answered, choosing his words very carefully.

'This is the… VIP cells, per say. Here are the most dangerous and most important juvenile criminals this country had the displeasure of creating. Now even for this part the security is stricter than usual but when so much attention is turned towards us I do believe it is justified.' He said in an official, almost rehearsed tone. I briefly wondered if he had rehearsed answers for every possible question I had but then I found out that I didn't really care.

They reached one last door that looked a lot like it came from a pressure stabilization door from sci-fi movies.

'This' The man begun. 'Is the interrogation chamber. Inside here is Kazuto Kirigaya, all bound in shackles. You have no reason to be afraid, I have personally made it so that he can't move anything else except his head, so as long as you stay out of biting range you should be fine.' He said with humor but his face betrayed he didn't feel all that happy.

'Thank you very much officer…'

'Shinkawa.' He said politely

'Thank you very much, officer Shinkawa. Now could you please open the door?' I asked

'Certainly!' He said and started typing a password that he covered from me through his bulky frame. He then scanned his eyes and completed a fingertip scan before the door made a sound of air getting depressurized and opened slightly. The officer grabbed it and pulled it open revealing a white room with a jet black table in the center. On one end sat a person in a white strait-jacket with his head hang forward, his slightly long black hair covering his face. He had numerous shackles that would make even the most scared person reassured of their safety. Not even an elephant could possibly break those. On the other end was a comfortable, black leather chair where I assumed was my position.

I walked into the room and heard the door shut behind me. A camera activated on the top left and top right corner of the room which I caught with my peripheral vision. I sat on my chair and crossed my legs while knitting my fingers in front of me.

The man, or rather teenager in front of me slowly raised his head. He had black eyes that streamed intelligence and a disarming smile that made you think he was the most innocent person on earth. All around his face could be considered slightly girly but his overall attitude was far from it. If anything he looked like leadership material to me.

'Hello Doctor.' He said in perfect English with a silky smooth voice. 'Nice meeting you. My name is Kazuto Kirigaya and I think we are going to spend a lot of time together inside the next week!'

A/N: Hello Greghero here. The past will start being revealed in the next chapter so sorry I leave you at a cliffhanger. As you may have noticed I put an OOC Kirito tag on the description. I think it will be greatly justified so please don't review on that. If you like the idea of Kirito going dark, and don't want to wait for this story to be updated, you can always try my other SAO fanfic "The revenge of the King of Darkness", which is my favorite SAO creation. There Kirito takes revenge on Laughing Coffin instead of leading them but he still goes ruthless murderer in the end. Check it out if you liked this one. Also please review and tell me how you liked the chapter, and as always

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