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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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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.

"So you say, but this diagnosis says otherwise. And besides, we can't just stop in the middle of the process."

Izaya stands, making a show of it, and shuffles over to his filing cabinet.

"So we will be continuing."

Yuu watches him, wary but not all that worried.

"Pulling out more and more stuffed rabbits isn't going to do anything."

"Who said they were going to be stuffed?"

But they are, obviously. Because why would Izaya keep live rabbits in his filing cabinets?
And since they are fake, and Yuu does seem to be making good progress, he just brings the last two out together.

One is soft, small, and cute. The other is larger, even larger than the other four, and with long floppy ears.

It's the second rabbit that Yuu recognizes. He tenses, staring.

"W-where did you get that?"

"I told you," he sighs. "It came here with you. They all did."

"It isn't mine!" His voice is edged with panic. "It was Rei's. She took it with her! I couldn't have brought it with me!"

Somehow, it was getting harder and harder to separate what was happening from what he knew was the reality of the whole situation.

Izaya's quickly picked up on Yuu's distress and as such he's making sure to keep his voice very placid.

"No, Yuu. There never was a Rei," he looks at both of the rabbits thoughtfully before setting them down with the others on the desk and moving to retrieve the fallen one on the ground.

"If these are not yours then why are you having such a reaction to them?"

He ignores the question, leaning forward in his chair. "What do you mean, there was never a Rei?! She existed! She was famous when we were younger."

Izaya just smiles.

"Was there someone named Rei in your childhood, Aikawa? Perhaps you're confusing memories." He takes a second to look over the case details.

"Two bodies and three people were recovered. None of which were named 'Rei."

"She was there!"

"Then who was she?"

"Hazama Rei. She was on TV as Saimin Shoujo when I was a kid. She was famous!"

He wants to sound confident about this, but there's an edge of desperation in his voice that might come across as uncertainty.

"Why would someone like that be there?"