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Where Therapy Room
When: Sometime Saturday.
Rating: PG for Violence
Summary: Dr.Hibari and Patient Seimei have a session of 'therapy'...and it comes to blows.
the Story: So Hibari is in his office. Looking very professional. Rather, as professional as he always looks. But this is not his disciplinary committee office. This is a lounge for therapy, he has a file out on his lap over crossed legs, looking at contents.
Seimei is apprehensive about going to see Hibari. He doesn't trust the fact that Hibari's a doctor or that he'll be anything more than trouble in this current state. The sacrifice enters the room and calmly crosses over to the couch where he slowly looks the young doctor over.
“Kyouya.”
Hibari looks him over.
"Aoyagi-san, you have a very disappointing file. I would expect more from someone with your background. Please take a seat so we may begin."
Seimei flattens his ears but sits down on the couch provided.
"Disappointing? What exactly do you mean by that? I'm perfectly fine for someone with my background."
“Incestual urges, belief that you have cat like appendages, paranoia involving Nazi robot scientists, germ phobias, and a rather disturbing invented romance."
"Incestual urges I can believe considering I make no attempts to hide from you that I love my brother in a deviant manner. The ears? The ears are as real as the hair on your head . And the rest?"
Seimei glares at Hibari.
"I think I have a right to be paranoid about Nazi robots because believe it or not Good Doctor, they are real. As for the last, how dare you."
Hibari shrugs and flips through his file
"Where to begin. Hn... Why Nazi robot doctors? Is there something you admire about Germans? Are you interested in their cool, methodical demeanor? Perhaps they are a manifestation of your guilt in life. Is there some moral or physical impurity you feel you should be held accountable for? Perhaps the incest?"
"Why- I don't admire the Nazi’s or Germans, or anyone for that matter. I have no reason to feel guilty. I've never done a single thing wrong by my perception of the world. I have no reason to feel like I need to be held accountable. It's the rest of the world that should feel accountable to me."
"Then why do your fantasies center around being dominated?"
"It's not my fault that there are some who try to own me. I assure you I am no one's property, not even yours."
Hibari makes a few marks in his file.
"You believe you are trapped in a world you cannot escape from which makes you a victim to your surroundings. You believe you are part animal, an illusion of domestication and further call to be owned and dominated. Your fears are of things outside your control, masking an excitement and thrill."
It takes effort for Seimei to stop his jaw from dropping. His face is flushed with rage. He'd like nothing more than to reach over and grab that damn notebook from Hibari. However, in spite of the event this man is still Hibari and therefore probably still quite dangerous. With his hands tied against action Seimei seethes in chair glaring at Hibari as his fingers dig into the couch.
"What are you writing Hibari? I am NOT a victim. I am not an animal and I don't need to be owned or dominated. If you can't see that then you're a lousy physician."
Hibari raises an eyebrow. "Hibari-sensei, Aoyagi-san. Do not dispense with the formalities. I am your psychiatric doctor, not your friend. I find your outburst unnecessary and unhelpful. Do it again and I will bite you to death."
"Oh yes, because that's so very professional threatening your patient. Let me tell you something. I've been given a pass to act as crazy as I want. You on the other hand are responsible not only for me but your own sanity. One slip and you'll be on my side of the glass."
"I can assure you, Aoyagi-san, my sanity is well grounded. I'm not the one who thinks he's in a sexual relationship with his doctor."
"Says the man who just told his patient he'd bite him to death. You're not grounded; you're flustered, uncollected and madder than me like this."
Hibari leans over and bonks Seimei over the head with his fist
Seimei grabs for the notebook and pulls if he gets a hold of it.
Hibari does no expect that and tries to rip it back
The sacrifice tries darting away to a corner where he can read what he's managed to capture. Seimei doesn't care if the book tear, even if he gets half it’ll give him a good idea what Hibari's been writing.
He gets a quick view at the very least. "Unhelpful. Not-so-closet gay. Defensive and easily angered. Possible threat to self and others. Medicate?"
Hibari grabs for the file.
Oh if he wasn't pissed already Seimei is now. He throws the file back at Hibari and swings a fist for his face. "Unhelpful? Closet gay? Didn't anyone teach you to choose your words more wisely doctor?!"
Hibari ducks and kicks at Seimei's stomach.
Seimei's hit squarely in the stomach he stumbles back a bit holding the area. "Delinquent! Narcissistic bully!"
"Aoyagi-san, you are out of line."
He glares. Glares like fire. "You brought this on yourself. For your own good, you'll be put in isolation."
"And how far are you from stepping over yours?" Seimei snickers through the pain. "You can't even scratch the surface of my mind. Put the tools down and walk away."
"I assure you, Aoyagi-san. With enough discipline and order, I can put anyone in line." He smiles. "We'll see how you feel in a week."
Right now Seimei sees Hibari as almost irritating as the Major. However there is one thing that the pudgy Nazi, has that Hibari does not and that’s distance. Literal distance away from Seimei to actually keep him from spitting right at Hibari's face.
Hibari is surprised by that. And swings at Seimei's face. Okay, maybe a week in the infirmary is more in order than a week in a padded cell.
Seimei goes for Hibari again and moves into it just enough to take the swing closer to the corner of his eye and cheek. He knows it's a loosing battle but at this point he'll do anything to strike back at Hibari for insulting him a bit.
Write this in the history books, ladies and gentlemen. Seimei's fist -=connects=- with Hibari's face.
Seimei actually stops in surprise- well complete and utter shock. He actually pauses. It can't be Hibari can it? No.. There's. no. way.
This is what happens when you are a doctor and not a ??? year old delinquent. You fuck up and forget how to dodge for a second. wtf. Even Hibari seems a little surprised by that and knees Seimei in the groin.
The sacrifice is on the ground now curled up in a little ball with his hands protecting a part of him that has never felt pain like this. He hisses in pain and curses at Hibari.
Hibari kicks him while he's down. Because that's how he rolls. "I hope you're not getting off on this, Aoyagi-san." He steps on the back of his neck.
Seimei expects the kick enough to expect the pain but it still hurts. However that edge of him that won't put up with being insulted like that still wants to fight. He struggles under Hibari's foot trying to get enough leverage to pick himself up or at least get his face off the floor. A muffled yell of something involving Namimori and fire can probably be made out amongst the struggle.
Hibari looks at him with disdain and walks away, grabbing the file from where it fell
The sacrifice gasps for breath and coughs. "You're not Hibari."
"Hibari-sensei." he corrects for the last time.
"Kyouya." He'll correct him too. Seimei starts to come to senses. Hibari would never allow anything to come between him and that town. It's not Hibari…But it is and in a way it hurts a little. "If you put me in solitary confinement I will do everything in my power to make sure that nothing will be calm so long as I am there."
Hibari gives him a look for the usage of his given name. No one told you could call him something so familiar.
"How you spend your time in solitary is your own misery. You will be held accountable."
"And so will you" Seimei shrugs. "You are my doctor after all."
"Which is why sedation may also be required while I research a drug that will cure you of your obsessions."
"Sedation wouldn't be wise. You and I both know I'm very clever. I can spend my every waking hour sabotaging your work or you can keep me free and have thing remain relatively calm."
Hibari smirks. "Option three."
"Option three." It doesn't sound like a question but it is.
Hibari kicks him in the face "The infirmary."
Seimei is knocked out by the force of the kick. However the memories won't fade of what's happened.
Hibari beats him up a bit more for good measure than has an orderly take him away.
hi_blog ) and Seimei (two_in_eden )Where Therapy Room
When: Sometime Saturday.
Rating: PG for Violence
Summary: Dr.Hibari and Patient Seimei have a session of 'therapy'...and it comes to blows.
the Story: So Hibari is in his office. Looking very professional. Rather, as professional as he always looks. But this is not his disciplinary committee office. This is a lounge for therapy, he has a file out on his lap over crossed legs, looking at contents.
Seimei is apprehensive about going to see Hibari. He doesn't trust the fact that Hibari's a doctor or that he'll be anything more than trouble in this current state. The sacrifice enters the room and calmly crosses over to the couch where he slowly looks the young doctor over.
“Kyouya.”
Hibari looks him over.
"Aoyagi-san, you have a very disappointing file. I would expect more from someone with your background. Please take a seat so we may begin."
Seimei flattens his ears but sits down on the couch provided.
"Disappointing? What exactly do you mean by that? I'm perfectly fine for someone with my background."
“Incestual urges, belief that you have cat like appendages, paranoia involving Nazi robot scientists, germ phobias, and a rather disturbing invented romance."
"Incestual urges I can believe considering I make no attempts to hide from you that I love my brother in a deviant manner. The ears? The ears are as real as the hair on your head . And the rest?"
Seimei glares at Hibari.
"I think I have a right to be paranoid about Nazi robots because believe it or not Good Doctor, they are real. As for the last, how dare you."
Hibari shrugs and flips through his file
"Where to begin. Hn... Why Nazi robot doctors? Is there something you admire about Germans? Are you interested in their cool, methodical demeanor? Perhaps they are a manifestation of your guilt in life. Is there some moral or physical impurity you feel you should be held accountable for? Perhaps the incest?"
"Why- I don't admire the Nazi’s or Germans, or anyone for that matter. I have no reason to feel guilty. I've never done a single thing wrong by my perception of the world. I have no reason to feel like I need to be held accountable. It's the rest of the world that should feel accountable to me."
"Then why do your fantasies center around being dominated?"
"It's not my fault that there are some who try to own me. I assure you I am no one's property, not even yours."
Hibari makes a few marks in his file.
"You believe you are trapped in a world you cannot escape from which makes you a victim to your surroundings. You believe you are part animal, an illusion of domestication and further call to be owned and dominated. Your fears are of things outside your control, masking an excitement and thrill."
It takes effort for Seimei to stop his jaw from dropping. His face is flushed with rage. He'd like nothing more than to reach over and grab that damn notebook from Hibari. However, in spite of the event this man is still Hibari and therefore probably still quite dangerous. With his hands tied against action Seimei seethes in chair glaring at Hibari as his fingers dig into the couch.
"What are you writing Hibari? I am NOT a victim. I am not an animal and I don't need to be owned or dominated. If you can't see that then you're a lousy physician."
Hibari raises an eyebrow. "Hibari-sensei, Aoyagi-san. Do not dispense with the formalities. I am your psychiatric doctor, not your friend. I find your outburst unnecessary and unhelpful. Do it again and I will bite you to death."
"Oh yes, because that's so very professional threatening your patient. Let me tell you something. I've been given a pass to act as crazy as I want. You on the other hand are responsible not only for me but your own sanity. One slip and you'll be on my side of the glass."
"I can assure you, Aoyagi-san, my sanity is well grounded. I'm not the one who thinks he's in a sexual relationship with his doctor."
"Says the man who just told his patient he'd bite him to death. You're not grounded; you're flustered, uncollected and madder than me like this."
Hibari leans over and bonks Seimei over the head with his fist
Seimei grabs for the notebook and pulls if he gets a hold of it.
Hibari does no expect that and tries to rip it back
The sacrifice tries darting away to a corner where he can read what he's managed to capture. Seimei doesn't care if the book tear, even if he gets half it’ll give him a good idea what Hibari's been writing.
He gets a quick view at the very least. "Unhelpful. Not-so-closet gay. Defensive and easily angered. Possible threat to self and others. Medicate?"
Hibari grabs for the file.
Oh if he wasn't pissed already Seimei is now. He throws the file back at Hibari and swings a fist for his face. "Unhelpful? Closet gay? Didn't anyone teach you to choose your words more wisely doctor?!"
Hibari ducks and kicks at Seimei's stomach.
Seimei's hit squarely in the stomach he stumbles back a bit holding the area. "Delinquent! Narcissistic bully!"
"Aoyagi-san, you are out of line."
He glares. Glares like fire. "You brought this on yourself. For your own good, you'll be put in isolation."
"And how far are you from stepping over yours?" Seimei snickers through the pain. "You can't even scratch the surface of my mind. Put the tools down and walk away."
"I assure you, Aoyagi-san. With enough discipline and order, I can put anyone in line." He smiles. "We'll see how you feel in a week."
Right now Seimei sees Hibari as almost irritating as the Major. However there is one thing that the pudgy Nazi, has that Hibari does not and that’s distance. Literal distance away from Seimei to actually keep him from spitting right at Hibari's face.
Hibari is surprised by that. And swings at Seimei's face. Okay, maybe a week in the infirmary is more in order than a week in a padded cell.
Seimei goes for Hibari again and moves into it just enough to take the swing closer to the corner of his eye and cheek. He knows it's a loosing battle but at this point he'll do anything to strike back at Hibari for insulting him a bit.
Write this in the history books, ladies and gentlemen. Seimei's fist -=connects=- with Hibari's face.
Seimei actually stops in surprise- well complete and utter shock. He actually pauses. It can't be Hibari can it? No.. There's. no. way.
This is what happens when you are a doctor and not a ??? year old delinquent. You fuck up and forget how to dodge for a second. wtf. Even Hibari seems a little surprised by that and knees Seimei in the groin.
The sacrifice is on the ground now curled up in a little ball with his hands protecting a part of him that has never felt pain like this. He hisses in pain and curses at Hibari.
Hibari kicks him while he's down. Because that's how he rolls. "I hope you're not getting off on this, Aoyagi-san." He steps on the back of his neck.
Seimei expects the kick enough to expect the pain but it still hurts. However that edge of him that won't put up with being insulted like that still wants to fight. He struggles under Hibari's foot trying to get enough leverage to pick himself up or at least get his face off the floor. A muffled yell of something involving Namimori and fire can probably be made out amongst the struggle.
Hibari looks at him with disdain and walks away, grabbing the file from where it fell
The sacrifice gasps for breath and coughs. "You're not Hibari."
"Hibari-sensei." he corrects for the last time.
"Kyouya." He'll correct him too. Seimei starts to come to senses. Hibari would never allow anything to come between him and that town. It's not Hibari…But it is and in a way it hurts a little. "If you put me in solitary confinement I will do everything in my power to make sure that nothing will be calm so long as I am there."
Hibari gives him a look for the usage of his given name. No one told you could call him something so familiar.
"How you spend your time in solitary is your own misery. You will be held accountable."
"And so will you" Seimei shrugs. "You are my doctor after all."
"Which is why sedation may also be required while I research a drug that will cure you of your obsessions."
"Sedation wouldn't be wise. You and I both know I'm very clever. I can spend my every waking hour sabotaging your work or you can keep me free and have thing remain relatively calm."
Hibari smirks. "Option three."
"Option three." It doesn't sound like a question but it is.
Hibari kicks him in the face "The infirmary."
Seimei is knocked out by the force of the kick. However the memories won't fade of what's happened.
Hibari beats him up a bit more for good measure than has an orderly take him away.