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"We all have an edge. We all are floating - our psyche on top with a great ocean underneath." – Brad Dourif
He sat alone at the table, gripping tightly to a menu he hadn’t even glanced at since they came in. They sat down at the table some ways away from where he sat. They had sat down, the woman facing away from him but the man glancing briefly at his way. They had been talking to each other since they walked in. Who were they? None-other than Inuyasha and Kikyo. He slowly crushed the glass in his hand as he watched the two exchange another kiss over the table. He glared at the two as Inuyasha glanced up at him, a smug grin playing on his face. What he wouldn’t give to wipe that smug look off his face.
This had been going on ever since he met the man. Naraku would find a stable girlfriend just for Inuyasha to steal her away and then gloat about it. As they stood and exchanged another kiss, Naraku abruptly stood and walked towards them. "Kikyo."
The suddenness of his voice made them jump. Inuyasha flinched. Kikyo twirled around and gasped. Naraku entire being exuded anger. He was pretty sure his expression was scary, by the look on Kikyo’s face.
"N-Naraku!" She exclaimed. "I didn't know you'd be here!"
"Are you stupid?" Naraku hissed. "You are the one who told me to come here!"
"I didn't tell you to come!" Kikyo cried. "That's just stupid-" She stopped and looked at Inuyasha with a frown. "Did you tell him to come?" Inuyasha shook his head. Naraku frowned. There was a certain gleam in the amber eyes that Naraku caught and knew it meant that it really was Inuyasha who had told him. Kikyo turned to Naraku and opened her mouth to say something farther but Naraku cut her off.
"Just save it," Naraku growled. He bumped shoulders with Inuyasha and snarled lowly for only him to hear, "I will crush you." And then he left. Inuyasha stared after the angry man with a frown. He looked at Kikyo with a smile.
"So how about that meeting with my brother?"
"Are you serious….?" Kikyo mumbled. Inuyasha smirked.
"He did it yet again."
"Hm,….Do you know why he's doing this to you?"
"Absolutely no idea what so ever."
"Ever tried asking?"
"I'm afraid if I attempted a civil conversation with him, I'd end up killing him." A pause.
"How did you handle it this time?"
"I didn't kill her if that's what you think."
"Of course not," His therapist said and smiled.
"…She moved before I even thought of it…."
"I see, but you admit you had a subconscious thought to kill her, huh?" Naraku looked at his therapist briefly. The man glanced up at him and waited patiently. He had been coming to this man for as long as he could remember. He had revealed so many dark secrets to this man that he never even trusted to reveal to his own mother and father.
The man continued to wait silently – patiently for Naraku to either answer the question or steer them in a different direction. Naraku decided on the latter.
"…I don't know what I should do anymore….I can't continue on like this…." Naraku turned away from his therapist and stared up at the ceiling.
"Have you thought about moving?" There was a pause. The white haired male sitting back comfortably in the arm-chair slowly looked up at his patient. Naraku was laying with his eyes closed and his body lax. He had an arm thrown over his face, one leg bent up at the knee, and the other lying flat on the couch. A few moments passed and he [the therapist] frowned. No answer was given nor any indication that Naraku had heard him – or even if Naraku was awake anymore. "Naraku? Have you thought of moving away?"
"I have," Naraku mumbled after another brief silence. He frowned. "But if I move…how am I going to…" He trailed off. There was another pause.
"Naraku? How are you going to what?"
Naraku looked at his white haired therapist. The man was frowning at him worriedly as the time passed on without him responding. "Naraku?"
"Nothing," Naraku said, the corners of his mouth twitching downwards. His therapist sat the pencil and pad of paper down to the side. He took off his thin framed reading glasses and he laced his fingers together and rested his elbows on his legs and leaned forward with his chin resting on his hands. He stared at Naraku.
"Tell me, I'm all ears, Naraku," His therapist mumbled. Naraku looked at him. Moments passed with the two staring at each other. "I can wait, Naraku," His therapist said with a small smile. "I have no appoints the rest of this day. Take your time. Start speaking whenever you're ready. Remember: I'm not here to judge you." Naraku sighed and slowly lifted up off the couch. He stood up and watched as his therapist sat back in his chair and stare at him curiously - patiently.
"I…" He stopped and frowned.
"I understand, Naraku," His therapist said with a nod. "Maybe next time?" He smiled small. Naraku walked towards him and kneeled down in front of his therapist. The white haired male stared at Naraku in confusion.
"I'm sorry…" Naraku mumbled. The white haired therapist frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean? You haven't wronged me so you needn't apologize."
Naraku placed his head in the white haired male's lap and said man's eyes widened.
"Nara-"
"This will be our last session together," Naraku mumbled. He looked up at confused golden orbs. "So I'm sorry….but I must show him how much it hurts,"
"Naraku, please don't tell me you plan on killing him." His therapist frowned. "You know you cannot do this. You cannot ri-"
"Are you going to turn me in?" Naraku asked. His therapist let out a soft breath.
"You know everything you say will be kept to me to the grave. I will not reveal anything to anyone unless it is to save your life. You know this to be my policy, Naraku, and I ask of you not to do anything to put yourself in harm's way or that would in any way get you in further trouble with authorities." Naraku placed his head back in the male's lap. "Naraku." There was more silence. "Nara-"
"You asked me why I didn't want to move," Naraku mumbled. The therapist frowned but went along with him.
"Yes….but you never did answer that question….do you feel you can do so now?"
"Yes…."Naraku mumbled. “I don't want to move because then I wouldn't be able to see you anymore….and I feel as though…you are my motivation to keep going on…." Naraku mumbled. He looked up into surprised orbs of gold. "You are my life line as to speak….but I know that many choices in life will have me sacrificing things-" Naraku sat up straight and stared at his therapist. "-And I know what I must do."
"Naraku please do not-"
Naraku stood up and stared down at his therapist. "Don't worry about me, Dr. Tashio," Naraku mumbled. "I'll…give you a call when I've….gone through with my plan." with that said, Naraku leaned over and grasped the sides of his therapists – Dr. Taisho's – face and smashed his lips onto the others. Dr. Taisho's eyes widened. He watched in shocked silence as Naraku pulled away from him and walked towards the door.
The door closing broke him out his trace. He shook his head and stood abruptly. "Mr. Mou-" He opened the door and looked down the hall. He looked both ways but Naraku was nowhere in sight. He went back over to his desk and picked up his office phone. He dialed the number that was on a sticky note on his computer screen. The other line picked up. "Please, Mr. Moui! Do not do anything you'll regret."
"Don't worry. I won't regret it." Dial tone. Dr. Taisho pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it with a frown. He hung it up and sighed. "Damn it…" Dr. Taisho looked up when there was a light rapping at the door. "Enter." The door opened to reveal a small figure who was balancing a tall stack of manila folders.
"Ah, sir! I understand that your patient has left a few hours earlier than usual. Do you wish for me to reschedule all your cancelled appointments for today?"
"No….keep them as is," Dr. Taisho said, sighing tiredly. "I'm going to head home." Dr. Taisho sat down and massaged his temples.
"Sir, can I get you anything before you leave?"
"No," Dr. Taisho sighed. "That'll be all, Jaken."
"Yes sir." Jaken slipped carefully out of the door. Dr. Taisho stood and turned to stand at the floor-to-ceiling window and drew the shades open. He stared out the window at the passing cars. He sighed.
"Kami….please don't do anything else stupid, Naraku….I don't think you can afford another mishap…"