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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 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?"

"She was one of the people we played Rabbit Doubt with. She met up with the rest of us."

"Then what happened to her?"

"She rigged everything. She had someone on the forensics team who cleaned up the evidence." He's on the edge of his seat. "She called me at the hospital!"

"Aikawa, do you ever talk to yourself?"

The change of topic throws him off a little. "To...to myself? I don't know...maybe. Sometimes."

"Then," he leans forward on his desk, "Do you think that maybe, using something familiar, you talk yourself through your trauma? And some things were changed along the way?"

"...Are you saying...." He stops and shakes his head, looking down for a minute. When he looks back up, he's glaring at Izaya.

"You think I talked to these rabbits and made Rei up so that Mitsuki wouldn't be at fault?"

"It's only natural to protect yourself and your friend. Maybe she was just doing the same for you."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm suggesting that the Rei there was very real. To you. Because you created her to cope."

".....You think I killed the others?"