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PsyDai: Psychic Evaluation - Side Atobe
Title: Psychic Evaluation - Side Atobe
Author: Me
Series: PsyDai - Psychic Evaluations
Rating: Unrated
Summary: All new students must undergo psychic evaluations in their first year to confirm their mental stability. First session - Atobe.
Author's notes: This series has been brewing a while. Now I'm officially breaking the seal and starting it. Insane? Considering that I'm working on ... a million other ones at the same time, possibly. But hey, it's fun.
===
Doctor Yamamoto Machiko was a newly graduated student from Tokyo Medical University’s Psychiatry Department. It was with great luck and a chain of coincidental events that she managed to land a one-year contract with the newly established Psychic Daikaguen as an in-residence psychiatrist for PsyDai’s psychiatric clinic. Upon her arrival, they’d informed her that her job was to evaluate each of the newly admitted students in a half-hour session to help monitor their psychological development. If any student seemed to be having problems adjusting to the new environment, then it is her job to quickly notify her department director and help the students to seek the professional therapies that they require.
It hadn’t sounded too hard, but then she’d accidentally over heard one of the directors asking if they “should go easy on the new employee, she’s the third one in as many months” and was duly worried.
Sitting in her office, Machiko prepared her desk, mentally going over her last few clinical trial finals and re-read her list of standard questions. She was only a little nervous but thought that nothing could possibly go wrong with merely a few questions.
Just as she finished re-arranging the pens on her desk, the intercom buzzed and her secretary announced with a tired voice, “Yamamoto-sensei, your first patient is here.”
“Thank you, Daishi-kun. You may let him in.”
Machiko watched, curious, as the door slowly opened to reveal an arrogant look boy who took in the contents of her office with a sweeping glance. His eyes hooded, the boy sauntered to the comfortable leather chair that served as the patient’s seat and focused his gaze on her. Without removing the bold stare, he sat down fluidly like a graceful butterfly landing on a buttercup, sinking languidly into the curves of the chair.
Squirming uncomfortably under the intense assessing gaze, Machiko remembered that this was the famous son of the Tokyo tycoon, Atobe Keigo.
“Ah, Atobe Keigo, ka?” She began her session, feeling jittery already.
The boy looked back then said dismissively, “Yes, that is ore-sama’s name.”
So much for keigo, Machiko thought to herself. Aloud, she began her standard questions, hoping to gain some insight to her patient.
“Keigo-kun, may I call you that?” At his nod, she continued. “Now, Keigo-kun, you’re here mainly for a routine assessment. Please answer my questions as truthfully and as completely as you are able to. Now first, what are your extra curricular hobbies?”
Keigo-kun stared back at her as if she’d sprouted bat wings for ears or something. However, at her encouraging gesture, he rolled his eyes and uttered, “Tennis, everyone knows that.”
Arrogant, ego-centric, possibly narcissistic? she jotted down on the side of her notepad then carried on. “What is it about tennis that intrigues you?” she read off the second question, filling in the blanks as appropriate.
The boy smirked at her as though she had performed a particularly interesting trick for his entertainment. Machiko felt a sick turn in her stomach at that particular look.
“The fact that ore-sama always wins,” Keigo-kun told her matter-of-factly, as though the reason should be obvious.
She nodded and underlined narcissistic a few times, adding underneath control anxiety. Looking up from her notes, she noticed Keigo-kun staring at her with an unnerving stare, then with a knife-bright smile he added, “Of course, there’s always Tezuka.”
“Tezuka?” she repeated without thinking, only realizing after the word was out of her mouth that she’d allowed her patient to direct the conversation instead of guiding it herself. Before she could try to drag the topic back to her questions, Keigo-kun had already set off on his delivery.
“Yes, Tezuka Kunimitsu,” he confirmed, nodding at her to indicate that she ought to stay silent now that he’d began. “Surely you’ve heard of him? Of course you have, he did play against ore-sama after all. I would dare say that his game against ore-sama was one of the longest and most fiercely fought battles in the history of junior tennis. Although our second confrontation lasted longer than the first, I suspect the first was much more memorable. But such are the properties of memory, ne Sensei?”
Machiko nodded remembering her introductory course to memory and retrieval only to realize yet again that she still did not have control of the conversation. She opened her mouth to change the topic back to her planned questionnaire only to find herself unable to speak as she stared at what could only be an image of her hallucination.
Right before her eyes was a replay of the famous junior tennis match Keigo-kun had been speaking of, each detail crystal clear, playing itself out with perfect mimicry.
“He shows beautiful form, you’ll agree,” Keigo-kun was drawling, his voice in a soothing coo that was both at once enchanting and disconcerting. “When he smashes, the arc his back makes perfectly balances his motions such that he could put the greatest force behind the thrust, sending the ball back at extremely high speeds that pound firmly into your racquet, causing strong vibrations to travel up your arm and into your spine. See his face? See that determined passion glowing in his eyes, making it light like fireworks during a festival? He puts all that burning intensity into his returns so that you feel it with each volley, each lob. When you play against him, it’s as if everything you know is lost and there is only you and him and that ball of pure energy between you, always returning to him, as though attracted, bound, enchanted, and you can’t escape. That feeling of sheer adrenaline pumping, breaking down all the barriers, of time, of space, of—”
“Enough, stop!” Machiko exploded as she slammed her eyes shut just in time to block out the hallucinatory image of Keigo-kun’s oratory illusions as it began to slowly strip of the “barriers”. Thankfully the memory of Atobe Keigo’s oratory abilities had allowed her to shake her mind free from the gripping pull of his voice before her office became a lewd display of…something she wasn’t sure she was capable of thinking about right now.
Hissing through her teeth and trying to get herself back to some semblance of professionalism she bit out, “Keigo-kun, as…interesting…as that description was of the…uh, game, I believe we should move onto other more significant questions.”
“I agree,” Keigo-kun concurred amicably. “However, I believe our time is up for this session.”
Sure enough, as the last syllable fell, the intercom buzzed and the familiar voice of her secretary announced, “Yamamoto-sensei, your 9:30 appointment has arrived.”
“Send him in,” she answered wearily, wondering if she was going to be this worked up this early in the sessions how she was supposed to handle the rest of the day.
As Atobe Keigo stood up to leave, he tossed over his shoulder, “A word of warning, Sensei. I wouldn’t mention the words ‘Choutarou’ to Shishido.”
Machiko gaped at Keigo-kun’s departing back, wondering how the hell he knew who was her next patient and how much therapy she’s going to need after this job.
~*tsuduku*~
Footnote: Keigo also means "respectful language" which I personally think is a deliberate pun by Konomi considering Atobe's constant use of "ore-sama".
Title: Psychic Evaluation - Side Atobe
Author: Me
Series: PsyDai - Psychic Evaluations
Rating: Unrated
Summary: All new students must undergo psychic evaluations in their first year to confirm their mental stability. First session - Atobe.
Author's notes: This series has been brewing a while. Now I'm officially breaking the seal and starting it. Insane? Considering that I'm working on ... a million other ones at the same time, possibly. But hey, it's fun.
===
Doctor Yamamoto Machiko was a newly graduated student from Tokyo Medical University’s Psychiatry Department. It was with great luck and a chain of coincidental events that she managed to land a one-year contract with the newly established Psychic Daikaguen as an in-residence psychiatrist for PsyDai’s psychiatric clinic. Upon her arrival, they’d informed her that her job was to evaluate each of the newly admitted students in a half-hour session to help monitor their psychological development. If any student seemed to be having problems adjusting to the new environment, then it is her job to quickly notify her department director and help the students to seek the professional therapies that they require.
It hadn’t sounded too hard, but then she’d accidentally over heard one of the directors asking if they “should go easy on the new employee, she’s the third one in as many months” and was duly worried.
Sitting in her office, Machiko prepared her desk, mentally going over her last few clinical trial finals and re-read her list of standard questions. She was only a little nervous but thought that nothing could possibly go wrong with merely a few questions.
Just as she finished re-arranging the pens on her desk, the intercom buzzed and her secretary announced with a tired voice, “Yamamoto-sensei, your first patient is here.”
“Thank you, Daishi-kun. You may let him in.”
Machiko watched, curious, as the door slowly opened to reveal an arrogant look boy who took in the contents of her office with a sweeping glance. His eyes hooded, the boy sauntered to the comfortable leather chair that served as the patient’s seat and focused his gaze on her. Without removing the bold stare, he sat down fluidly like a graceful butterfly landing on a buttercup, sinking languidly into the curves of the chair.
Squirming uncomfortably under the intense assessing gaze, Machiko remembered that this was the famous son of the Tokyo tycoon, Atobe Keigo.
“Ah, Atobe Keigo, ka?” She began her session, feeling jittery already.
The boy looked back then said dismissively, “Yes, that is ore-sama’s name.”
So much for keigo, Machiko thought to herself. Aloud, she began her standard questions, hoping to gain some insight to her patient.
“Keigo-kun, may I call you that?” At his nod, she continued. “Now, Keigo-kun, you’re here mainly for a routine assessment. Please answer my questions as truthfully and as completely as you are able to. Now first, what are your extra curricular hobbies?”
Keigo-kun stared back at her as if she’d sprouted bat wings for ears or something. However, at her encouraging gesture, he rolled his eyes and uttered, “Tennis, everyone knows that.”
Arrogant, ego-centric, possibly narcissistic? she jotted down on the side of her notepad then carried on. “What is it about tennis that intrigues you?” she read off the second question, filling in the blanks as appropriate.
The boy smirked at her as though she had performed a particularly interesting trick for his entertainment. Machiko felt a sick turn in her stomach at that particular look.
“The fact that ore-sama always wins,” Keigo-kun told her matter-of-factly, as though the reason should be obvious.
She nodded and underlined narcissistic a few times, adding underneath control anxiety. Looking up from her notes, she noticed Keigo-kun staring at her with an unnerving stare, then with a knife-bright smile he added, “Of course, there’s always Tezuka.”
“Tezuka?” she repeated without thinking, only realizing after the word was out of her mouth that she’d allowed her patient to direct the conversation instead of guiding it herself. Before she could try to drag the topic back to her questions, Keigo-kun had already set off on his delivery.
“Yes, Tezuka Kunimitsu,” he confirmed, nodding at her to indicate that she ought to stay silent now that he’d began. “Surely you’ve heard of him? Of course you have, he did play against ore-sama after all. I would dare say that his game against ore-sama was one of the longest and most fiercely fought battles in the history of junior tennis. Although our second confrontation lasted longer than the first, I suspect the first was much more memorable. But such are the properties of memory, ne Sensei?”
Machiko nodded remembering her introductory course to memory and retrieval only to realize yet again that she still did not have control of the conversation. She opened her mouth to change the topic back to her planned questionnaire only to find herself unable to speak as she stared at what could only be an image of her hallucination.
Right before her eyes was a replay of the famous junior tennis match Keigo-kun had been speaking of, each detail crystal clear, playing itself out with perfect mimicry.
“He shows beautiful form, you’ll agree,” Keigo-kun was drawling, his voice in a soothing coo that was both at once enchanting and disconcerting. “When he smashes, the arc his back makes perfectly balances his motions such that he could put the greatest force behind the thrust, sending the ball back at extremely high speeds that pound firmly into your racquet, causing strong vibrations to travel up your arm and into your spine. See his face? See that determined passion glowing in his eyes, making it light like fireworks during a festival? He puts all that burning intensity into his returns so that you feel it with each volley, each lob. When you play against him, it’s as if everything you know is lost and there is only you and him and that ball of pure energy between you, always returning to him, as though attracted, bound, enchanted, and you can’t escape. That feeling of sheer adrenaline pumping, breaking down all the barriers, of time, of space, of—”
“Enough, stop!” Machiko exploded as she slammed her eyes shut just in time to block out the hallucinatory image of Keigo-kun’s oratory illusions as it began to slowly strip of the “barriers”. Thankfully the memory of Atobe Keigo’s oratory abilities had allowed her to shake her mind free from the gripping pull of his voice before her office became a lewd display of…something she wasn’t sure she was capable of thinking about right now.
Hissing through her teeth and trying to get herself back to some semblance of professionalism she bit out, “Keigo-kun, as…interesting…as that description was of the…uh, game, I believe we should move onto other more significant questions.”
“I agree,” Keigo-kun concurred amicably. “However, I believe our time is up for this session.”
Sure enough, as the last syllable fell, the intercom buzzed and the familiar voice of her secretary announced, “Yamamoto-sensei, your 9:30 appointment has arrived.”
“Send him in,” she answered wearily, wondering if she was going to be this worked up this early in the sessions how she was supposed to handle the rest of the day.
As Atobe Keigo stood up to leave, he tossed over his shoulder, “A word of warning, Sensei. I wouldn’t mention the words ‘Choutarou’ to Shishido.”
Machiko gaped at Keigo-kun’s departing back, wondering how the hell he knew who was her next patient and how much therapy she’s going to need after this job.
Footnote: Keigo also means "respectful language" which I personally think is a deliberate pun by Konomi considering Atobe's constant use of "ore-sama".