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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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"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!"

"And who is Rei?"

Now quite honestly, since they're both Japanese and all, Izaya could very well take 'Rei' as 'Zero' and go off on some wild tangent on how that was some reflection on Yuu's personality and how he was the real wolf. Yes, Rei screwed you over one last time.

He might still bring this up later, but for now, don't mind Izaya as he fishes yet another rabbit from the desk. Even though it's kind of hard to miss, missing a head and all.

"She's the one who put it all together. She hypnotized Mitsuki and--"

He stops abruptly when the headless bunny emerges. Swallowing, he forces himself to look away from it.

"--Look. You're not a therapist. And I'm not crazy. None of this is real."

Izaya is playing with the headless toy.

"I know it's very hard to come to terms with this, but you can't very well claim to have died and yet be sitting here in my office at the same time. Please, you've already started talking. Don't break the chain."

"...I'd rather not."

"Then take this." Izaya smiles at him, holding up the rabbit in his hand.

Yuu eyes the rabbit. "Why?"

"You see. It's important to the treatment, Aikawa."

Frowning, Yuu takes the rabbit from him slowly. It's pointless to argue and maybe if he plays along a bit, he can go back to sitting around with the other "patients".

His distaste for the toy is obvious, but the fact that it has no head makes it a little easier to deal with it. Even if it does remind him very strongly of Haruka.

"There."

"And you're feeling okay? No overwhelming fear or rage? I mean, it's impressive and I'm happy for you, but you wouldn't believe the notes I have from the other doctor -- I can't disclose those to you of course."

Yuu clenches his hand around the toy and looks up at Izaya.

"What? Why can't you?"

"Because you're in an institution." He says this like it's obvious.

"While I can tell you what's wrong with you, I can't give you the short hand between doctors. You could easily learn what to and not to do."

Yuu would really like to throw something at Izaya, but not only is the only thing on hand a stuffed rabbit (which wouldn't exactly do much damage or be intimidating), but he really doesn't want to deal with the possible consequences.

"Then what's the significance of me being able to pick this up?"

Wise choice.

"To explore the depths of the phobia you have and to treat you for it. If you are shown an abundance of said phobia you will be forced to adapt and essentially become desensitized to it. That's what this therapy is." Izaya pauses a moment to take some notes.

"And as I said, you're doing very well."

"I don't have a phobia for rabbits." He just really doesn't like them. He puts the one in his hand on the desk, next to the one that's missing a foot.