[ .... '-' Just...watches him rearrange all his blues ;; ]
Mm. Let me pull up your records, and let's hope we have something to go by. [ Shisui walks over to the cabinet labelled S and looks all over for Sabako. He finds three Sabakos, and one of them the one he's looking for. Of course, a sneak peak into Temar's files gets his eyebrows shooting up. Gaara's file is interesting, he notes, and browses through the details on the way back to his seat. Holy crap, there was a lot in this file |8 ]
Your name is in practically every recorded brawl in school... [ He sits back down, Gaaras file open in front of him, fingers lightly drumming on the open pages. ] It says here that the last time you were in trouble was when you showed up to school bloody, disoriented, and 'not yourself', then beat up two of your fellow classmates [ frowns slightly when he reads it involved Sasuke... ] choked and smashed your sister's head against a locker, assaulted another female student, attacked a teacher, and had to finally be restrained by Hashirama-san. [
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[Finishes rearranging them, correctly this time. He always kept very close attention to detail.]
I like fighting. [That's all he was going to say on that.] It is very hard for me to adjust.
Most of the blood was the animal I killed, some of it was mine. If you're worried that I killed anyway. [because that is clearly what he is worried about here.]
Mm. I can tell. Why, though? [ Good job on arranging those colors, Gaara. It would have taken Shisui forever. |: ] What usually triggers a fight for you?
[ ...Um. He has just stumbled upon the paragraphs that talk about Gaara's substance abuse '-' ]
It can be anything. ... Usually though, the smell of blood will do it. For awhile the wrong medication. Alcohol sometimes. Stronger narcotics if I take too much.
[frowns at the look on the shrink's face.] Something the matter?
Crazy shrink is crazy |8hydrophobicityOctober 14 2011, 05:56:06 UTC
Mm? No. Nothing's the matter. [ Shisui ponders over this for longer, rubbing the back of his pen against his chin. He doesn't look up at Gaara, though. ]
Blood... [ The medication, alcohol, and substance abuse can be easily explained biochemically, so these he disregards. Obviously, anyone who was tripping on all of that would be expected to go crazy and start throwing punches. Not that he won't ask about that, though. He'll prod into it eventually~ ]
[ Standing, he casually walks over to his office door and locks it, pocketing the keys. Returning, he pulls out a pocket knife, flipping out the blade and sitting on the edge of his desk, just in front of Gaara. ]
[ Now, looking directly at him, he pulls up his sleeve up to his elbow and brings the blade to his hand, watching for a reaction... ]
Dx the last person to close a door was Madara. WHAT IS WITH YOU UCHIHA'S?blood_n_sandOctober 14 2011, 06:03:47 UTC
... Alright then. [He watches him very carefully.
He's confused, why was he closing the door? There was no need for that, it was just a discussion...
Until he pulls out the blade and holds it to his arm. Gaara freezes. The hell was he doing. He fought to keep his face neutral, which he succeeded in as much as his ever present scowl was on his face and his fingers gripped tighter onto the chair.]
We like our privacy <3hydrophobicityOctober 14 2011, 06:10:52 UTC
Behavioral analysis. [ Slowly, very slowly, he presses that blade into his skin until it breaks. Shisui isn't looking at his arm, though, but at Gaara, taking in every slight flinch and tremor. ]
[ He drags the blade across his arm, still very slow, the knife edge cutting through skin and flesh like butter. Soon there is a bright red line following the knife's path, fresh blood rolling out in rivulets down his arm, dripping off at his elbow and falling to the carpet below in soft plinks. Shisui, being an Uchiha, isn't all that dark either. So have some nice contrast too~ ]
That doesn't seem... [He stops looking at Shisui, eyes watching instead the blade, eyes instantly getting wide.
The sight of it, against skin that was almost as white as Sai's, perfect enough to... and a second later, the smell hits him. Sickly, sweet, tainted and coppery and instantly he feels his mouth go dry and ache for it. He tries to keep himself calm, but without prompting his breath becomes shallower and faster.] S-stop. You don't know what you're doing. [He's still not looking at him, just watching, voice breathless as the blood rolls and drips down and hits the carpet.]
...Which is why I'm trying to find out. [ He digs deeper into the wound with the blade, another red rivulet gushing down past his elbow... Shisui hisses here, eyes closing momentarily at the slight sting. ]
[He can't take it anymore. He shudders and lurches up, the smell and the sight and that quiet little hissing noise of pain he made were all too much. It had been too long and Sai wasn't around for him to focus on when there was right there in front of him.
He grab Shisui's arm and the blade, tugging the latter out of his hand and staring at the glistening drops on it for a second before shuddering again and tossing it behind him. Instead he pulls the bleeding arm up to his face, where he can see it clearly. Carefully he raises shaking fingers up to smear it a little.] I told you... [He raises his hand, looking at the wound still trickling, then pressed his mouth to just below it. Sighing against it, he very tentatively flicked his tongue out. It wasn't Sai's but it had been so long and he couldn't help the moan that worked its way out as he moved, lapping at it, down his arm in faster motions.]
[ You told me it'll provoke violence in you..., he thinks, watching Gaara lap up that blood for a while longer before pulling his hand away abruptly, holding it within reach but away from Gaara, a steady trickle of blood still oozing out of the cut. Shisui waited patiently for the violence to come... ]
[He looked up at him then, in confusion then rage -- no one denied him -- and he snarled, deeply from the back of his throat. Eyes wide, blood shot, blood staining his lips a darker colour. He shoved Shisui back into the wall and grabbed the arm again, nails digging into the skin, not caring that it was right next to the wound, and he watched for his reaction. Shukaku was right there, right behind his eyes and his actions and no doubt if this shrink was as good as they said, no small part how deeply set this feral behavior was, burning up in his eyes.]
This is what you wanted right? A reaction? Then let me help you understand before you do anything so stupid again. Blood, makes me vicious, makes me unreasonable, not with anger, but with lust. For the fight, the pleasure of watching another in pain and knowing that I did that, for the blood that I draw from their skin with my hands and teeth. That my existence is confirmed. [he closed his eyes and swallowed. The taste was in his mouth. He pressed his lips to the wounded itself,
( ... )
[ There is an eerie smile on Shisui's face as he leans against the wall now, nursing his injured hand, not really minding the clawed regions either. Shisui's used to this; he'd been living with Madara (and his mangy cat!) for long enough to be immune to vicious attacks as such. But the reaction he gets from Gaara is well worth the pain. ]
[ Still holding onto his injured hand with his free one, Shisui nods once. ] I see. [ He pushes himself away from the wall. ] And by the looks of it, you haven't been trying very hard.[ That thick folder spoke volumes |: ]
Walks inside and sits down without even bothering to knock or say hello. He really hated shrinks.]
I am supposed to see you.
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Name?
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Gaara Sabako.
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Mm. Let me pull up your records, and let's hope we have something to go by. [ Shisui walks over to the cabinet labelled S and looks all over for Sabako. He finds three Sabakos, and one of them the one he's looking for. Of course, a sneak peak into Temar's files gets his eyebrows shooting up. Gaara's file is interesting, he notes, and browses through the details on the way back to his seat. Holy crap, there was a lot in this file |8 ]
Your name is in practically every recorded brawl in school... [ He sits back down, Gaaras file open in front of him, fingers lightly drumming on the open pages. ] It says here that the last time you were in trouble was when you showed up to school bloody, disoriented, and 'not yourself', then beat up two of your fellow classmates [ frowns slightly when he reads it involved Sasuke... ] choked and smashed your sister's head against a locker, assaulted another female student, attacked a teacher, and had to finally be restrained by Hashirama-san. [ ( ... )
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I like fighting. [That's all he was going to say on that.] It is very hard for me to adjust.
Most of the blood was the animal I killed, some of it was mine. If you're worried that I killed anyway. [because that is clearly what he is worried about here.]
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[ ...Um. He has just stumbled upon the paragraphs that talk about Gaara's substance abuse '-' ]
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[frowns at the look on the shrink's face.] Something the matter?
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Blood... [ The medication, alcohol, and substance abuse can be easily explained biochemically, so these he disregards. Obviously, anyone who was tripping on all of that would be expected to go crazy and start throwing punches. Not that he won't ask about that, though. He'll prod into it eventually~ ]
[ Standing, he casually walks over to his office door and locks it, pocketing the keys. Returning, he pulls out a pocket knife, flipping out the blade and sitting on the edge of his desk, just in front of Gaara. ]
[ Now, looking directly at him, he pulls up his sleeve up to his elbow and brings the blade to his hand, watching for a reaction... ]
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He's confused, why was he closing the door? There was no need for that, it was just a discussion...
Until he pulls out the blade and holds it to his arm. Gaara freezes. The hell was he doing. He fought to keep his face neutral, which he succeeded in as much as his ever present scowl was on his face and his fingers gripped tighter onto the chair.]
What are you doing?
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[ He drags the blade across his arm, still very slow, the knife edge cutting through skin and flesh like butter. Soon there is a bright red line following the knife's path, fresh blood rolling out in rivulets down his arm, dripping off at his elbow and falling to the carpet below in soft plinks. Shisui, being an Uchiha, isn't all that dark either. So have some nice contrast too~ ]
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The sight of it, against skin that was almost as white as Sai's, perfect enough to... and a second later, the smell hits him. Sickly, sweet, tainted and coppery and instantly he feels his mouth go dry and ache for it. He tries to keep himself calm, but without prompting his breath becomes shallower and faster.] S-stop. You don't know what you're doing. [He's still not looking at him, just watching, voice breathless as the blood rolls and drips down and hits the carpet.]
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He grab Shisui's arm and the blade, tugging the latter out of his hand and staring at the glistening drops on it for a second before shuddering again and tossing it behind him. Instead he pulls the bleeding arm up to his face, where he can see it clearly. Carefully he raises shaking fingers up to smear it a little.] I told you... [He raises his hand, looking at the wound still trickling, then pressed his mouth to just below it. Sighing against it, he very tentatively flicked his tongue out. It wasn't Sai's but it had been so long and he couldn't help the moan that worked its way out as he moved, lapping at it, down his arm in faster motions.]
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This is what you wanted right? A reaction? Then let me help you understand before you do anything so stupid again. Blood, makes me vicious, makes me unreasonable, not with anger, but with lust. For the fight, the pleasure of watching another in pain and knowing that I did that, for the blood that I draw from their skin with my hands and teeth. That my existence is confirmed. [he closed his eyes and swallowed. The taste was in his mouth. He pressed his lips to the wounded itself, ( ... )
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[ Still holding onto his injured hand with his free one, Shisui nods once. ] I see. [ He pushes himself away from the wall. ] And by the looks of it, you haven't been trying very hard.[ That thick folder spoke volumes |: ]
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