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Psychotherapy, Chapter 1
[x] Hi, so this is a fanfic that I've actually stopped writing a long time ago because my heart was broken. But! I figured I owe the IR fandom a thing because most people back then were an excellent support group, that's why I decided to continue.
This is also in FF and AO3.
Summary: "After a long day of hearing my patients' issues, I wake up and find a half-naked woman on my bed, staring at me like she had known me forever. Who is she? I don't know. All I know is she changed my life in many ways." Pairing: Ichiruki, T/M, AU
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Time is such a cruel thing,
But love is even crueler.
I may have known her for only a few days,
But she turned me to another person.
A better me.
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Hi, I am Kurosaki Ichigo, 27 years old, a psychiatrist at my own clinic. Actually, it also serves as my home—I live in this three-story structure without any other living soul but me.
Why, you think?
I also think about that sometimes. Why do I live alone? Because I want to be alone. I need to be alone. But why? You may be thinking about that again.
Let's go to my family.
First and foremost, my dad, Kurosaki Isshin, is a doctor at Karakura General Hospital. Don't get me wrong by saying this though—he's a good provider, and my childhood was good because he was goofy and (excessively) happy most of the time. I have two sisters—twins—named Yuzu and Karin, which are both living under my dad's custody as of the moment. The last thing I heard is that Yuzu's taking off with her culinary career, and Karin, in her soccer team. We were all happy together. Well, our house is always noisy and stuff (you get the picture), but we were happy.
Except that my mom had to die.
Kurosaki Masaki is the sweetest woman I have ever known. She always put us first even though it hurts her, and maybe that is the reason why we only knew she had ovarian cancer when it was already on its last stage. She kept it a secret, even from dad, just for the purpose of not being an inconvenience to any of us.
Her death wasn't an easy thing for us. Yuzu didn't stop crying for months, Karin didn't want to talk, and I didn't know what to do in order to forget that rainy night when my mom breathed her last in the hospital. Dad, although he was the most hurt, kept smiling at us and encouraged us like nothing ever happened—and that is why I hated him. Back then I cannot understand how he could still smile even though mom was gone, and I really despised him.
I even got to the point where I lost my faith in him and blamed him for everything. I promised to myself that when I graduate college, I'll live away from him, which exactly brings us back to the fact that I am living alone in this building.
Most of the time, during the days, my patients go in and out of the first floor in order to share their psychological and emotional problems with me. I am not an expert, though. I can only give some tips for improvement, but it still depends on my patients if they will follow me. Anyway, the second and third floors are my refuge.
No one has ever stepped inside of this except me, my friends, and my sisters.
The truth is, I never had a girlfriend, so it's just me here. It's by choice, though. I want to enjoy my life first before rushing into things like 'love', or 'commitment'. It's just not my kind of thing.
And then came this day, November 2, 2008, Sunday—a day I cannot seem to tear away from my mind.
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Session 1: Pwned
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After a long day of hearing my patients' issues, I fell on my bed and buried my face on my pillows. It's like this every day. Like you're carrying your own burdens, and then my patients share their problems and place more stones on my backpack.
I fall asleep really fast but when my throat itched, my eyes automatically flew open—I looked at the clock and it was already 2 a.m. Still groggy, I aimed to get up to get a swig of water downstairs, but something restrained my movements.
I blinked in the darkness and sat up.
An arm was wrapped around my waist and it trailed to the other side of the bed. I blinked again thinking that I was dreaming lucidly, but the image didn't disappear. I followed where the mystery limb lead to and instead, I was brought face-to-face with a pale face whose eyes were very much open and were gawking at me.
A scream unwillingly escaped my throat in defense. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK-?!"
Before I knew it, I was on my footing, clinging to the baseball bat which was always resting on my bedside. I tapped frantically on my lampshade to reveal the trespasser-but what welcomed me was a half-naked, raven-haired woman, lying on my bed and smiling expectantly as if she had known me for years.
Well… I can say I didn't see only her face. I mean, she was wearing a blue button-down with half of the top buttons open, revealing her, ah… black, lacy,sexy—undergarment. Her bottoms weren't bad either, they were matching the top, but for a second I thought they were much thinner.
Not that I was staring intently, but she didn't have any pants on. I held on my bat even tighter.
"Hey," she said coolly and waved her hand. "I didn't mean to cause a ruckus."
"Wha-Who are you? Why are you on my bed?" Acid was quickly rising in my voice. Maybe she was sent by Renji as a joke? I remember him always telling me to screw around. "If you're sent my any of my friends, just get outta here."
She chuckled and threw me a glance that annoyed me even more. "Friends? No. And why are you staring at my legs?"
The statement caught me off-guard. Heat crept up my face and my head automatically jerked on my left. I swear I specifically intended to look angry.
"Shut up! Just get off of my bed! Take some money if you wish and go, or I'll call the cops."
She shook her head. "Sheeesh. I am not a thief, bakamono. I was just borrowing your clothes."
And that explains why the blue button-down she was wearing looks highly familiar to me. Because they were mine. Damn this woman.
"And who told you to wear my clothes!"
"You were asleep, duh. I was respectful enough not to wake you." She stretched her legs on the bed, but her eyes were slightly glaring. "And be thankful that I didn't wear your pants, because I don't like pants in general."
"Ah! So it's me to blame now! You're trespassing on my home, stealing my clothes, and then complain about my fashion sense! Really, now. I should call the police!"
I went to the drawer where my phone was and started punching in the hotline when I heard her chuckle. I threw my glare upon her direction, but the unashamed woman was wearing a rather smug look on her face. I double-took her expression. Dammit, what's with that face?
"You don't have to call the police. I mean no harm."
"And why should I believe you?"
She smiled again, but a lot softer this time. Not seductively, but warm. It felt really sincere. "Just trust me. I just badly need a place to stay." She raised her hands up like in a double pledge, the purple in her eyes easily attempting to convince me further. I wasn't aware when or why it happened, but I found myself letting go of the tension in my shoulders as well as the makeshift weapon that I was holding. Something in her attitude calmed me down without even trying-and admittedly, it was half-annoying.
I sighed exasperatedly as I rubbed the bridge of my nose-she sat on the mattress and titled her head in what appeared to be curiosity and relief, maybe. "You haven't answered any of my questions properly. Or at least thank me for not whacking you in the head, you woman."
"What if I refuse to answer? I told you to trust me."
"Well you know, nobody trusts a random stranger barging in their homes, the kind that steals clothes and shares the bed."
The woman laughed yet again, and this time, she slid down to sit on the edge of the bed with her creamy, luscious legs crossed. I noticed that they were fairly long-and creamy-but at the same time she was also kinda tiny.
Is she a… whore? I thought.
"Hey, I'm not promiscuous. Not a whore." The oddly placed bang in her forehead swung left and right as she did the same motion with her head. "As I said, I just need a temporary place. I had an emergency-"
"-And what is that emergency?"
"It's a secret." A secret of course. If she wasn't a thief then probably she was a spy from the government, I thought. Who knows? They get pretty Big Brother-ish these days. I had to press on.
"Hn. And how did you get here?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed at my balcony. "Duh, I climbed. And your windows were open."
"Whoa, whoa, that's-" I blurted out of amazement. How many women could climb up three stories high, not to mention in her undies!
"Yeah, I know. I am amazing, right? I'm the first woman you know that climbs up three stories high."
"How are you sure you're the first?" She was, in fact the first, if I'm not gonna count the characters in the movies that I've been watching.
"…You're pretty transparent." She said, her eyes meeting mine. At that moment, I felt nothing but frustration. I was a psychiatrist and I should be the one studying her, but it was the other way 'round. There's this realization that no matter how much I look straight in her eyes, or how I try to simulate her gestures, I cannot fathom what she'll do and say next.
This was new to me—usually, I could tell whatever my patients are thinking in just a glance. But she was… different.
At that precise moment, I knew I was being drawn unconsciously towards this woman I barely know. In a way, it was frightening and impressive at the same time.
"Give me back my clothes."
There was a moment of silence of just staring, and that's when her hand went to my shirt and started unbuttoning the remaining buttons, showing off more of her skin.
"Alright then."
My palms slapped on my eyes in panic. "Matte-matte! Why are you stripping in front of me? Are you crazy?!"
"You're not the type to do anything nasty." I could hear her nonchalance.
Of course I could only assume what her expression, but I knew she had got rid of my shirt completely because I heard a thud and a soft thing landed at my feet.
"Hey, why are you so uptight? It's not like I am naked."
"Shut up! Put it back on!"
"Ah?How d'you know I got rid of it? You're peeking on the spaces between your fingers."
I felt steam coming out of my ears. "I am not!"
"Then you should remove those. I am telling you, I am not naked. I have my underwear inta—"
"-Just! Put it back on—"
"No, listen to me, you dummy. I am not naked." Then I heard her footsteps approaching me, and cold hands gripping mine and yanked them away from my face.
"Stop it you—what are you trying to do-" I paused to look at her, and I saw what she meant by not naked. Of course. She had my sheets covering her body. Why didn't I think of that?
"See." She crossed her arms over her chest. "I am not naked. Blankets have other uses, idiot."
My knees buckled for a moment, a thousand thoughts running through my head. Yes, I admit. I have never seen a woman in a highly provocative outfit, and the mere thought of seeing one straight in her undies is so…
Wrong?
Sexy?
Only hormones and you're imagining things?
My head suggested me. I actually picked the third one, because it's the most logical. I mean, as a psychiatrist, I know what sexual tensions mean. But that's only because this I haven't been stuck in this kind of situation after 27 long, careful years.
"Uh-huh…" I just ran out of words as I sat on the other side of the bed. I had both hands on my head, trying to figure out what was really happening. Maybe I just needed to take care of it as soon as possible. Maybe my hormones were driving me crazy.
I mean no woman wearing undies would climb up three stories high, borrow your clothes, and take your interest. No way. This stuff happened only in porn movies.
Not that I watched one.
"Gods, I never knew I am this tension-ed inside."
My eyes darted back to her direction to check if she was just a figment of my imagination. Nope. She was still there. I had the impression that she was expecting me to offer her the bed, but I was so tired to actually do anything else. The bed adjusted well under me when I collapsed on top of it, I closed my eyes and attempted to block out any other thought. I was thinking that if I ignored her, she would just go. A few moments later and the light went off and the bed slightly creaked on the other side.
"Thanks," I heard her murmur. And then something soft pressed on my forehead before I completely dozed off.
I woke up from the loud beeping noise coming from my phone. I didn't have any problems with waking up and being disoriented though—in my childhood I had to learn how to be alert once I opened my eyes because every day my pops would bust in my room and try to kill me with his butterfly kicks. Luckily I had learned something from my taekwondo classes and I had a counterattack to whatever the mad man would do to me.
After several failed attempts, I was finally able to grab my phone to turn the alarm off. In the process, I caught sight of my blankets cast down on the floor. Then it hit me.
Oh yeah, I told myself. Was it a strange dream? Sexual tension?
The blanket was back on my bed after throwing it distractedly. Thinking of a way to ease the tight feeling in my gut, I went straight to my bathroom and… well… I stripped down and turned on the tub faucet.
Good baths in the morning. I thought, slipping to my bathtub. Actually, I was thinking of a more effective way a release, but what the heck. Baths are good no matter what.
"After that, you might want to get breakfast?" A low feminine voice came from the door.
"Ah, yeah. I think that's good." I answered without thinking, before realizing what really was happening.
I jerked my head towards the door and found a raven-haired woman leaning on its post and a squeak involuntarily found its way out of my throat.
Oh shit. It wasn't a freaking dream after all. She was still in my flat.
"Y-you! H-how did you—" My hands automatically covered my crotch. "What are you doing here!"
"You're quite forgetful." She grinned and placed a hand on her hips. "And don't cover anything, I can't see it even without your hands." Then she turned her back on me and left the bathroom.
"H-hey! You fool! Where are you going?" Too late. The stranger was gone and I hear her light footsteps on the wooden staircases.
I swear I almost had my first major heart attack back there.
I found her in the kitchen (she was still wearing my shirt, and a pair of my favorite boxers to my grimace), her back leant against the marble counter. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes were focused to me as I descended the stairs, and there was an expression on her face like she won some contest.
"Hey." She simply said, gesturing over the table. I was taken aback.
"Woah." My feet carried me faster than usual, the scent of maple and bacon overpowering and taking control of them. This was definitely what a guy wants early in the morning.
"Gotta admit, this is good."
"I know, I made them." She went forward and sat on a chair on the table side across me, eyes still persistent on my face. "I'm good at cooking."
And she was right. In my mouth were the most delicious bites of strawberry-maple pancakes I have ever tasted. That plus the crunchy bacon. Plus the crisp black coffee.
I nodded, but I raised a brow at her. "This doesn't change things. You still trespassed."
"I can't say I'm sorry, your place is nice. But, I just needed this for an emergency, Ichigo."
"What is your emergency, anyway?" Then I remembered another important thing that I missed on the first question. "And who are you? How d'you know my name?"
"Sheesh. I saw it on the certificates on the first floor."
"You went on my clinic?"
"Yeah. I just peeked. But I didn't steal anything." She bit on the pancake pierced by her fork, her face contorting on a thoughtful look. "Ichigo. Your name's nice. It means strawberry."
"Yeah, I mean no!" I snapped at her, dropping the bacon I was about to bite. "Why do you roam around my house without my permission. And my name, it means the one who protects!"
She rolled her eyes. "Like I said, sorry. And. I like strawberry more. Or I can call you carrot-top if you want to—"
"HELL NO! JUST ICHIGO!"
"Fine, fine, I-chi-go." She sighed and became silent for a while as we ate our breakfast.
My mind was never at peace though. She was like a big jigsaw in front of me that I have to solve without the original pattern. The only thing I know about her is that she cooks well and she looks good on my clothes. Not to mention she wasn't a bad egg to begin with.
I cleared my throat to speak. "So, for the nth time, who are you? You seem to avoid the question."
She stared at me for a moment before grinning. "I am nobody."
"Be serious."
"Geez. You're so uptight—"
"Answer me. I want to help you on whatever your emergency is."
My stomach churned when she tilted her head and leaned forward. It was the first time I was seeing her up close. Despite the paleness of her skin and the stray bang on her face… she was more than gorgeous by any standard.
"My name is Rukia." It was a half whishper. "I need a place to stay for a few days. That's all I can tell you."
I pressed on. "Why? Don't you have any relatives?"
"No." She bit her lip, slightly hesitant. "I am an orphan." She looked away and chose to look down on her hands. That gesture meant she wouldn't answer anything personal again.
"Why did you choose me though?" I found myself leaning closer to her across the table instead. "Pretty sure there are many opened windows elsewhere."
Rukia shrugged. "I don't know, I just picked this. It was a clinic to begin with. Maybe someone was charitable enough."
"And what if I was an opportunist?"
"I know you're not. Besides, I know how to fight."
I grinned at her coincidentally at the thought of someone so tiny throwing kicks and punches. "What if I am an offender and I happened to know taekwondo and aikido?"
"Well…" She started slow with an expression that I can't read, and the next thing I knew was my back was pressed against the cold hardwood floor and Rukia was pinning my body with her legs. Her hands were on the opposite sides of my head, holding my arms in restrain.
"…I know Judo." Then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I am the best on the mat."
Blood rushed up to my cheeks, not to mention in other parts of my body, but before I could say anything, she was up again and a few feet away from me. How did she do that so fast?
"You can't offend me."
I got up, dusting off my PJs with a scowl on my face. "Shut up. It was just a scenario."
"No, you shut up. You are so uptight. That's why you don't have a girlfriend."
I glared at her even more for being so freaking instinctive. "How do you know?"
"You always blush when I am near. You get roused when I am near."
"That's not true! I do not blush—" But warmth is creeping on my cheeks again.
"Really? Look at you."
"I am not!"
"Oh gods." She titled her head and narrowed her amethyst eyes at me like she was accusing me of something horrible. "If you're not so stuck up then come upstairs with me Ichigo and let's have some good se—"
"FINE! FINE!" I literally growled at the petite woman, but she didn't seem fazed. I sighed as I sank back to my seat.
"Fine. I do not have any girlfriend." There were a few teenage flings, but."None since birth. Can't afford it."
"Yeah, I know." There was an unashamed pat on my hand in a feigned sympathy. "Do you want me to get you one?"
"What! Get me one! Are you a pimp, Rukia?"
"No, of course not. Let's just think of it this way." She raised a finger and pressed it on her chin like she was lecturing a child. "I teach you how to get a girl in exchange of letting me stay here for a couple of days. How's that?"
"You gotta be kidding, I don't need that."
"Oh, I know you do. You need it—"
"I do not!"
"—and you know I don't have money to pay you—"
"Then get a job!"
"—and it's the only way I could repay you for letting me stay here—"
"Who said you could stay here!" I slammed a hand on the table. "I don't know you, Rukia. Why am I going to let you stay here? Give me a reason."
She became still for a while, and what I could hear is only my puff of breaths for being so pissed off. I forgot what I was angry about the next second when she touched my cheek.
"Because you are kind. That's the type of man you are, Ichigo."
Rukia then rose from her seat and proceeded to the stairs without glancing back at me. My feet were kept grounded while my eyes watching as her figure disappeared into the hallway, and my hand grazing the warm spot where her fingers were moments ago.
It was an epiphany-I realized I had been defeated.
For not being to react nor object when her skin touched mine, albeit for the shortest time.
For staring at her retreating figure with a funny feeling in my gut.
Rukia was really something.
Something I never knew I wanted, or needed.
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A/N: So, how was it? I tweaked some minor things in the story that I thought were just funky when I first wrote it. Tell me how it went? : ) By the way, my mainblog is at ogenkiyuki if you guys wanna drop by. :)
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