damned_institute | Dayshift 20: Dr. Washu's Office [Doctor Office 5]

For Doctor Hakubi Washu, it was like Christmas had just come early, especially delivered by Santa Claus himself. She'd leaped at the chance to use her knowledge for good- well, at least kinda-sorta good?- and more importantly to advance her brilliant new theorem. All she needed were the minds for study, and it just so happened that the Institute had plenty of such minds for the studying, and plenty was being offered for her to do so.

Wasn't capitalism such a wonderful thing?

Thoroughly in her element, Washu had pored through the patient files and gotten everything ready, even managing to add a little 'flair' to her office. Several unidentifiable but quite flashy machines were on her desk, sharing the space with a small bowl of sweets, and the standard-issue padded couch had been 'modified' while she was at it.

She couldn't quite hide her glee as she clapped her hands together and grinned when she heard the intercom. Any moment now, aaaaany moment...

((OOC: For ~~Ichigo~~, ~~Tamaki~~, ~~Darman, Fayt~~, Nigredo, ~~Takaya~~, ~~Yazoo~~, and ~~Zoe~~.))

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‘Therapy sessions? Hn, he’s got to be joking,’ Yazoo thought to himself with a small snort after hearing the announcement over the intercom as he was led by his nurse to where the therapy was taking place.

He went into the room and took a seat without waiting to be told to do so, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms loosely over his chest while he stared at the doctor with a blank expression.

What was it with the quiet ones? Other than that one exception, all of them had to have the ice broken.

Well, in this case, her inventive genius might have gotten a little- a little- beyond her memory. She managed to get an "Ack, don't sit down there!" out before Yazoo sat...

...and an electric shock would pass through his body. Not enough to cause damage, but certainly enough to be noticeable. "...kids these days, you're supposed to wait until you're invited, then sit down!"

She was, however, relieved that the Washu Anti-Moocher Shocker was working perfectly. Perfect deterrent for nosy co-workers!

The electric shock that had passed through his body had been very unpleasant, and he shot the doctor a cold glare as he moved over and plopped himself down into another chair, silently relieved when this one didn’t shock him.

He still refused, however, to say a word and simply continued to stare at her with a small smirk on his lips. ‘If you thought that little jolt was going to get anything out of me, you’ve got another thing coming,’ Yazoo mused to himself with a silent chuckle.

"Wonderful, wonderful~!" Washu had to applaud the man's commitment to keeping a stiff upper lip; maybe he was quiet because he wanted to be, not because of circumstances?

"Sorry about that, I got people bothering me all the time back in the academy, so I had to invent something to make sure they asked first. So!" She grinned as she sat down in her own chair, apparently unfazed by his silent treatment. "You're a new arrival, right? Has any of the staff actually done their jobs and told you why you're here?"

“Clever,” Yazoo complimented, his voice void of any emotion even though he was still smirking. He went quiet again for a moment while he regarded the doctor before answering her other questions with simple answers. “Yes and no.”

"Huh, well that makes it harder for me. Well, straight to the nitty-gritty! According to my files, you believe that you're a person named 'Yazoo,' with two brothers similar to yourself and with the ability to use 'magic' and gosh knows what else. Am I right so far?"

Hey, if he wanted to keep it simple, she could go with that. Whatever worked.

The smirk fell from his lips only to be replaced by a small scowl as the doctor read out loud what her files said about him. This has definitely got to be a joke.

His voice was calm and cold as he spoke. “I do not believe that I am a person named ‘Yazoo.’ My name is Yazoo, I do have two brothers, and I could do magic.” He didn't lie about his powers being gone because he figured there was no point to it. The doctor would only figure the lie out if she asked him to demonstrate them for her.

Ah, now there was some progress! Cooking with gas, as the saying was!

"All right, let's go with that for a second. Tell me about your brothers, if you don't mind."

Yazoo thought over his answer for a moment. “Well, they’re my brothers,” he explained, not really caring if he sounded like a smartass. He didn’t want to risk possibly giving away too much information, so he decided to keep his answers simple.

...and the gas light went out. This was going to be like pulling teeth, wasn't it? Well, that was fine; Washu could talk just to hear herself speak, so if he wasn't going to provide information, she'd cram it down his throat until he regurgitated something.

"They're brothers but not by genetic relation, according to your file. Apparently three of you formed a 'gang' based around your mutual dislike of your biological mothers. Ringing any bells?"

Yazoo couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her words. “And you people tell us we’re delusional,” he said with a snort.

But things were starting to click together in his mind. ‘That explains our different last names,’ Yazoo thought quietly to himself, giving the doctor a cold glare. ‘But us hating Mother?! Kadaj definitely won’t like this.’

"Just saying what's on the file," Washu said with a shrug, "it seems like the three of you got the idea that, since you were the only three who 'got it,' that you had to be better than other people... and since you were all equal, that you had to be 'family' of some sort. Then you started pulling stunts with motorcycles, causing ruckus and mayhem... quite the little troublemaker you were!"

A bit of a smile at that, ironically; 'trouble' meant quite a few things to quite a few different people, after all.

Yazoo smirked once again as he remembered the things that Kadaj, Loz, and he had done before they had been sent back to the Lifestream. Flipping over Cloud on his motorcycle had to be one of Yazoo’s favorite memories.

“We are family, and I’m afraid nothing you do or say can change that.”

Washu was quiet for a moment, before she spoke again. Was there any way to get through this kid? Probably not, but... a genius would find a way. Somehow.

"...ever thought about what your mother thinks? Your real mother?"

Yazoo tilted his head slightly to the side and looked her straight in the eye while he contemplated on just how to answer her. He was growing increasingly tired of answering these pointless questions, and finally decided to simply keep his mouth shut, whether the doctor liked it or not.

"...didn't think so. I'm done with you, kiddo; the nurse will take you to Arts and Crafts."

She'd have to break out the heavy artillery next time. The file hadn't said anything about sociopathy or a complete lack of empathy; that meant she had a lot of work to do.

...she was kind of proud about how she kept the pain inside. That any child could feel that way towards their mother- feeling nothing- hit a little too close to home.

Dayshift 20: Dr. Washu's Office [Doctor Office 5]

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