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Who: Orihara Izaya and Aikawa Yuu
Where The office where Izaya does all his ridiculous therapy work
When: Sunday
Rating: PG-15
Summary: "Exposure Therapy is the only way!"
the Story:

Filling out paper? No. Being professional? Nope. Izaya's spinning around in his very fancy leather chair and laughing. He was supposed to have a patient or something like that in this time slot (The work schedule having been thrown in a fit of uncaring sometime earlier in the day) but they're oh...2 minutes late. He's damn well entitled to what he wants in that time.

It's a very tedious job.

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Yuu knocks the toy onto the floor with a swipe of one hand. The other is gripping the edge of his chair tightly.

"Isn't it in my file or something?"

"It might be. But I don't know you, nor can I read your mind. And that makes it harder to help you."

He doesn't appear to be deterred by the action - only getting up to retrieve the fallen toy, placing it back on the desk, and sitting back down.

Having that thing staring at him is nerve-wracking.

"I told you about Rabbit Doubt before."

"I know you might have experienced this anxiety before, but that was with your other therapist. But this is a good start."

Yuu glances at Izaya, then looks at the rabbit again before slowly picking it up and turning it to face the other way.

"...I just don't like rabbits."

"I can see that." He retrieves the small plush and looks it over bemusedly, kindly. "But what I'm trying to do is to help you get over this anxiety of them. To make you indifferent to them."

And then he throws the rabbit at Yuu. Well, more like he gently tosses the thing, but WHOA LOOK OUT. Rabbit headed RIGHT TOWARD YOUR FACE AT AN AMAZING A FOOT PER SECOND.

Yuu bats the plushie away, maybe a little too quickly. He doesn't look scared so much as startled, and really anyone who just had something thrown at them unexpectedly might be.

"D-don't do that!"

Nope. That's definitely undeniable proof that Yuu has a problem and it must be mended immediately.

"You didn't like that one? Then...maybe this one?" And Izaya produces a second rabbit plush from his ~~hat~~ desk and again nudges the thing towards Yuu.

"Did you go out and get these just because I was coming to see you?"

Because you know, if he just happened to have five or six stuffed rabbits in his office, that would actually be terrifying.

"In a sense. I'm honestly surprised you have such a problem with these specifically," he shrugs. "These are the rabbits that accompanied you when you were first checked in."

"....What?"

This is the first he's hearing of this, and he's honestly confused as he stares at Izaya.

"I've never seen these before."

"Dissociative Fugue. It's not uncommon, especially in your case. But really, where else would I get these things?"

"Why would I have had them? Where did they come from?"

"No, I want you to think back on that and tell me why you had them."

Obviously Yuu, you should know.

"I don't know. I've never seen them before."

"They're not memorable to you?" He has to stand again, this time to retrieve yet another rabbit from a shelf. Yes it's been there the entire time.

"Perhaps this one then."

The thing is missing a foot.

It's memorable, but not because Yuu actually recognizes the toy. This is getting more and more disturbing by the moment.

"Why... What happened to it?"

"Oh!"

He'll be setting it down, suspiciously turned towards Yuu, and going through another drawer of his desk. In due time, the rabbit's missing foot is tossed next to it.

"Do you really want me to fill you in? The people I got these from said that you were the one to have done it."

"I'm telling you, I've never seen them before." He looks at the rabbit on the desk but but doesn't make any moves to examine it more closely. "I mean...it reminds me of something, but I don't remember it."

"Then talk about what you do know. That's the purpose of this exercise. Just...talk."

Yuu gives him a wary look, but speaks slowly.

"...It reminds me of Eiji. Mitsu-- The wolf cut off his hand."

The man behind the desk doesn't seem too particularly fazed by this. But he does seem to be paying attention.

"Mm, might I suggest you actually use the wolf's name. Otherwise, that is simply a cheat to yourself."

"None of it was Mitsuki's fault."

Though the law would say otherwise. There was never any proof of Rei's presence of the crime scene, her involvement with Mitsuki, or that Mitsuki had ever been under any form of mind control. The idea was just too ridiculous to even warrant investigation, after Hajime had died.

"You're protecting her. Why? Was Eiji not your friend?"

"Yes, but...she wouldn't have done something like that! It was all because of Rei!"