Day 39: Doctor's Office 3 (Dr. Kisugi) [Second Shift]

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The files for today's patients were waiting on Makiko's desk when she arrived, left in an untidy-looking heap that drew an irritated frown from the doctor. It was a pity she hadn't yet had the time to deal with the nurses here as she had back in the hospital at home - none of them would have left her office in anything but a pristine state, not if

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"If your childhood pertains to the causes of your mental illness, then yes. It's part of how you get better." The CD switched over to the next song, softly playing some bland piano concerto that she didn't immediately recognize, and Makiko flicked a brief glance toward the player before continuing on with her notes. "One might consider a past such as yours sufficient cause for your current state. Or do you not?"

She had caught that slight flinch in reaction, and though she didn't outwardly react at all she was now paying even more attention to the man. If she laid the groundwork carefully now, then at their next session perhaps she'd be able to -- well, that might still be too early. Too risky in a new and uncertain situation. Still, it was something to keep in mind.

After she'd finished another sentence Makiko finally set the pen down again and turned her attention fully back toward Oliver. "Your parents' death, your brother's...activities, and later disappearance. It's not as though you had the standard happy childhood with the picket fence and puppy, is it?" Her own posture was entirely casual as well, her hands folded neatly atop the desk and not so coincidentally covering the file on which she'd been writing.

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What the hell was she getting at? Badou was tempted to lean forward and find out what she was writing. He couldn't be that informative. 'Patient confused about gender. Avoids questions. Totally sexy redhead. No, be still my beating heart.'

He shifted in his chair, but he didn't answer her first question. He was already rapidly running out of patience for them. His fingers were laced so tightly he might be cutting off the circulation, but he barely noticed, most of his attention focused on the doctor and sounding casual as ever.

"Yeah, so? I never wanted a puppy - " Unless you counted Haine. "They piss all over everything and wake you up at 3am. What do you want me to say? It was a long time ago. I barely remember." Which was why he kept his brother's bad habits after all this time. Damn, he really wanted a cigarette right now.

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And again she smiled just slightly, though this time there was just the barest hint of amusement about it. It wasn't exactly a pleasant sort of amusement, mind, not when she was rather enjoying toying with him (even if it wasn't what she really wanted to do, but that thought she quickly suppressed), but it could be mistaken if one wasn't observant.

"Somehow I suspect that cleaning puppy puddles in the middle of the night would be more tolerable than other things," she observed, in an almost absently-looking gesture lifting a hand to tap a finger next to her eye, mirroring the patch on his face. "Rather less permanent, as well. Or have you managed to forget about that incident, too?"

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He hadn't really been paying attention to her before, when he was just joking around. He didn't like it, but her only interest was professional - as much as it could be for this place - so he could deal. He was paying attention now, and that smile set him on edge. She was enjoying this.

Badou was about a hair away from telling her to fuck off and walking out. Somehow. He'd heard the lock behind him when he got in here, and letting her get a rise out of him would only keep her interest longer. That was what he tried to tell himself anyway. She was just a twisted doctor. She wasn't even involved. He sat up a little straighter, the tension almost visible. "Like I said, it was a long time ago. What do you know about a few old scars?"

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"What do I know?" Makiko looked down and flipped through the papers in front of her for a moment before closing the file and glancing back up at Oliver with just a slight smile. "I know a bit. Apparently more than you do, since your memory seems so faulty."

She also knew a bit more than what was simply in the files, and that was telling her that her comments were having the intended result, despite the way he was trying to pretend it wasn't. The ever-present hunger rose, insistent and demanding, and her hand closed with an involuntarily tight grip as she forced it back down again. Not yet. Not yet.

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That did it. In one swift, violent movement Badou stood and slammed his hand down on the file. The chair clattered to the floor behind him, but he didn't hear it over the blood rushing to his head. He wanted his guns, heavy metal and triggers and burning lead -- but it would be easy to cross the table and break her goddamn neck. The orderlies wouldn't be fast enough if he did it right now.

"Stop fucking around. If you know something, say it or shut the fuck up." He wasn't really seeing her there. Just inhuman black-clad soldiers.

He didn't care if she was just a doctor anymore. He tried to grab the collar of her shirt - or her neck, he didn't care which. What the hell did she think she was smiling about?

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It had been fairly certain what he was planning to do as soon as he'd started to move, and for a moment Makiko had toyed with the idea of letting him succeed, let him think he was going to get somewhere before she proved him entirely wrong. But in that instant she decided on a different course of action.

Just before his hand could reach her her own closed about his wrist, in a grip far tighter than should be possible for such a frail-looking woman. The smile that had so aggravated him only widened slightly, the malicious amusement becoming only more obvious. "Oh, Oliver," she replied, in a chiding tone, as though she were scolding a small child, "You really are quite delusional, aren't you?"

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How the hell could she--? Badou tried to twist his wrist free, to no avail. He could say her grip was like a vice, but he probably had a better chance of escaping from that. She was tiny. It didn't make sense that she could be so strong.

His hand trembled in her grip, whether from repressed rage or something else it was hard to tell. Usually, it wouldn't matter even if someone beat the crap out of him. It happened. He'd just ask for smokes, and eventually they'd get bored and toss him with some broken bones and bruises. That was when it didn't really matter, a thousand miles away from right now.

Badou dropped his gaze, his breathing was shallow and erratic while he tried to force the memories back out of his mind. Focus. It was hard without a cigarette. He thought of that stupid name, her grip on his wrist, the file beneath his hand... Without thinking, tried to pull the folder off her desk. Let it spill all over the floor or distract her long enough for him to get his wrist free and maybe a glimpse of the inside.

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With his proximity the hunger rose within her, even stronger and more urgent than before, prompted by the feel of his skin trembling against her palm, the taste of his fears like a bitter tang on the back of her tongue. Makiko's grip involuntarily tightened even more on his wrist as she fought to control the urge, to not give in to the desire to rip his face away and lap up the chemicals seeping so temptingly through his veins.

It was the movement that finally provided the needed distraction, though with the predatory instincts at the fore she reacted without thinking; her other hand snapped out toward his, intending to capture it as well. She had no interest in the file for the moment, and let it slide or fall as it would - for now, all she wanted was to hold him in place.

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The minor success was overshadowed by his his wrist going from extremely painful to numb. Badou caught the movement just in time and jerked back away from her with all instinct and fear of a cornered animal. His wrist wasn't too pleased with the sudden movement. Badou didn't flinch.

She'd come close enough to touch his hand but she hadn't captured it.

"Hey..." He was getting his breathing under control, little by little. "Don't you think it's kind of inappropriate for a doctor to be so turned on? You're not going to bend me over the desk, right? Maybe you should call the orderlies already or let me go."

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Though she'd not caught his hand that had likely been for the best, best for both Makiko's self-control and his continued health. She drew her own hand back again but still didn't release his wrist, though her hold did loosen just slightly; she'd no intention of damaging the man for no purpose, after all. Nor leave any more marks than absolutely necessary, not so early on. There should be time enough later, once she was more certain of her place here.

There would be time, though, she was determined to see that it happened. Oliver was far, far too interesting a potential target for her to let him just go easily. The hunger had gone denied for too long now, in order to keep suspicion off herself, and even if she'd not find someone as satisfying as some of her previous targets...well.

The predatory hunger slowly faded from her eyes as she regarded him, and a trace of laughter could be heard at the edges of her voice when she spoke. "Are you ready to go back so soon? Ready to sit and watch more people leave, and leave you behind here?"

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The loosening of her grip set his wrist on fire all over again as the blood rushed back into his hand. He felt like he'd just barely managed to avoid stepping over the edge of a cliff, some impossible fall he'd never return from like--

Badou's breath hitched very slightly. He felt like such a fucking dumbass. He was just letting her push all of his buttons, and she was getting off on it. "Well, I was trying to be polite about it but I've got to take a leak."

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"And you're always so concerned with being polite, of course." Not that she minded too much if he left now: the groundwork had been laid, and there was always next week. Makiko would be looking forward to that session, for certain.

Still, though, she did finally release the wrist she'd held captive, glancing away from him as though she'd abruptly lost interest in the game. It was quite far from the truth, especially with the absolutely fascinating reactions he was having to what she had to say, but he'd no reason to need to know that. "Very well. If you've no interest in being released, I can hardly force you to get well, now can I?"

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It was too bad if the doctor had lost interest in her game, because Badou wasn't quite finished with her yet. He shook out the hand that had been captured for so long and braced his hands against the corner of her desk like he might be using it to hold himself up.

"Yeah, I guess it's too bad..." Then he pushed it forward hard, throwing all his strength behind it. It was a bit too heavy to tip over easily, but he could push it into the psycho sadist bitch just fine.

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The good doctor might have been looking away, but she certainly wasn't paying attention. That and quick reflexes were what saved her from being hit by the desk and possibly injured - though she didn't have any reason to particularly care about injuries; they'd be healed soon enough anyway. What did hurt her, though, was the way the shove had knocked her paperwork awry and tipped her pencil jar over to scatter its contents across the floor.

Makiko drew in a breath that hissed softly between her teeth and was abruptly moving, half-vaulting the corner of the desk in her haste to recapture the wrist she had only just released, twisting up and back in an attempt to put him into an armlock. He couldn't be allowed to think he had won in any way before leaving. It simply wouldn't do. At all.

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Badou knew she wasn't just some ordinary human, knew it very intimately if his wrist was any indication. As soon as she started to move he did too, backpedaling almost as fast as she was coming after him - almost, of course, being just a bit too slow.

She caught his fucking wrist again and twisted it up back behind him. Badou heard himself cry out sharply - sounded like a curse, he had an extensive vocabulary - but he didn't stop to think. He tried to bring his heel down on her foot and snapped his head back in hopes of breaking her nose as well.