It's a recent change, I can't expect you to understand. That reason alone is why I never see doctors. You're all a whole lotta talk. But then, I had never wanted to listen.
[Gaara went over to his bag, pulling out the bandages he kept there. The went back to Shisui, and barely looked at him as he tugged his hand forward and bandaged the cut, the barest shake in his hands.
Oh Shisui you'll never know just how close you came to meeting one particularly bitchy raccoon.]
[he tugs his hand back, holding it tightly enough that he couldn't get away again, and kept wrapping it up.] I am going to trust that blade was clean. But I suspect you know you should sterilize it.
The change is not either easy or pleasant. I keep having moments like that, only involuntarily.
[ He gives up, letting Gaara do whatever he wanted to with it ]
It's fine. It wasn't like I was planning on cutting myself today~ [ lol don't ask him why he carries it around~ ] I'll take care of the wound later.
Mm.
[ Shisui quietly watches Gaara wrap up his arm, thinking about a million other things relevant to the case. ] Describe to me... an average day at home...
[He finishes it, tying it with a little tug. He was the last person to judge about people carrying blades on them.] I'd hope not. I've never had a shrink that cut himself just for my reaction.
... You're not going to scream at me in a minute are you?
[He freezes at that question, eyes going to the wall behind Shisui, breathing in for a second and letting his hand drop to wipe the blood off his hands on his black pants.] I go home, I talk to my sister about school. I go to my room, come out of dinner, go back to my room.
[... well at least, that was an 'average day' so it wasn't a lie. There was no way in hell he was talking about the rest of it.]
... [ Now that question catches him off guard, and he's just going to stare at you all confused-like ] Why would I scream at anybody...? I am not Temari
[ And, of course, he knows there's something up when Gaara gives him a very descriptive account of what an average day would be like for him~ Shisui raises an eyebrow, looking at Gaara with an expression that clearly read What happens in between and after...? ]
[He hesitates, then decides that he may as well blunt about it.] I just told you that the sight of blood excites me, and licked it off your arm. Most people scream. Sasuke screamed, from what I remembered. He screams like only really fucked up people scream.
[He sat back down, completely and totally stone faced. He wouldn't talk about that. He couldn't, it was bad enough he even discussed things in front of Sai, but this was an Uchiha, the hell he was talking family business in front of one of them.] What? [He snapped back.]
[ He most definitely takes offence at the little description of Sasuke there, but Shisui bites back the words that threaten to escape him, aware that his personal life shouldn't involve in his professional life. Composing himself, Shisui relaxes the fists that he didn't even realize he'd formed by his sides. There is a growing red spot on the bandages now, his veins having pulsed through a lot of blood while he was fighting the urge to hit something~ ] I see. Did I disappoint, then? [ He is still frowning... ]
[ And, of course, Shisui is still frowning... ] Does talking about family always make you this snappy?
[He freezes for a second, then shrugs.] Yes I do. I feel... vindicated by it. Even if they're screaming, I am acknowledged.
[Frowns, realizing he'd even let that half a hint free.] Because family business is family business. You are just a shrink. Like you'd even know what to do if I told you anything anyway.
Why choose such a method to justify your existence....? [ He knows it is related to something that's been ongoing at home >.< Everything begins at home... ]
[ He raises an eyebrow at the 'you are just a shrink' part. Oi. He's had enough of 'You're just a kid' from people everywhere else on top of 'Psychology isn't even a science, and therefore you are not technically a doctor'. ] Try me.
... Because it is what I am good at. I have no ability to create, simply destroy. [he leaves it at that. Because he's never going to bring it up, ever.
If he had eyebrows, he'd be raising them right back.] What do you want to know then. Pick something, and I'll tell you enough to scare you off, then we can pretend this never happened. [8|]
You're telling me to pick something when you haven't even told me a single thing...? [ His expression relaxes and he leans back against the wall he is still standing by, cowboy like, one foot pressed against the vertical surface. ] Start with the worst, then. It couldn't be worse than my own story.
[He sneered at him.] Isn't that the point of this little exercise? To find out information? It's not my fault you're terrible at it.
[He leans on the arm of the chair, resting his arm up so he could lean his hand on that, tapping his fingers against the side of his face.] You ask questions? The worst? That would be visiting shrinks.
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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[Gaara went over to his bag, pulling out the bandages he kept there. The went back to Shisui, and barely looked at him as he tugged his hand forward and bandaged the cut, the barest shake in his hands.
Oh Shisui you'll never know just how close you came to meeting one particularly bitchy raccoon.]
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Nevertheless it is admirable that you are taking pains to change.
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[he tugs his hand back, holding it tightly enough that he couldn't get away again, and kept wrapping it up.] I am going to trust that blade was clean. But I suspect you know you should sterilize it.
The change is not either easy or pleasant. I keep having moments like that, only involuntarily.
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It's fine. It wasn't like I was planning on cutting myself today~ [ lol don't ask him why he carries it around~ ] I'll take care of the wound later.
Mm.
[ Shisui quietly watches Gaara wrap up his arm, thinking about a million other things relevant to the case. ] Describe to me... an average day at home...
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... You're not going to scream at me in a minute are you?
[He freezes at that question, eyes going to the wall behind Shisui, breathing in for a second and letting his hand drop to wipe the blood off his hands on his black pants.] I go home, I talk to my sister about school. I go to my room, come out of dinner, go back to my room.
[... well at least, that was an 'average day' so it wasn't a lie. There was no way in hell he was talking about the rest of it.]
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[ And, of course, he knows there's something up when Gaara gives him a very descriptive account of what an average day would be like for him~ Shisui raises an eyebrow, looking at Gaara with an expression that clearly read What happens in between and after...? ]
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[He sat back down, completely and totally stone faced. He wouldn't talk about that. He couldn't, it was bad enough he even discussed things in front of Sai, but this was an Uchiha, the hell he was talking family business in front of one of them.] What? [He snapped back.]
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[ And, of course, Shisui is still frowning... ] Does talking about family always make you this snappy?
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[He snarled right back.] As if you don't know who my father is. Think I am just going to be chatting about that?
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[ Ah~ There's almost a smirk here. ] Mm? Why not?
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[Frowns, realizing he'd even let that half a hint free.] Because family business is family business. You are just a shrink. Like you'd even know what to do if I told you anything anyway.
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[ He raises an eyebrow at the 'you are just a shrink' part. Oi. He's had enough of 'You're just a kid' from people everywhere else on top of 'Psychology isn't even a science, and therefore you are not technically a doctor'. ] Try me.
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If he had eyebrows, he'd be raising them right back.] What do you want to know then. Pick something, and I'll tell you enough to scare you off, then we can pretend this never happened. [8|]
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[He leans on the arm of the chair, resting his arm up so he could lean his hand on that, tapping his fingers against the side of his face.] You ask questions? The worst? That would be visiting shrinks.
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