damned_institute | Day 33: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]

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Day 33: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]

Someone was just being naughty now.

Another break in, this one far more obvious, greeted him as he entered his office. It did not seem as though anything had been stolen however, merely left sitting out on his desktop for all the world to see. Hardly a place for his precious research to be. "Really now," Jizabel shook his head as he walked over and returned the glass jars to their proper place. At least neither had been damaged or he'd have been in need of a replacement pair. Had this been as a warning? The execution of it had been terrible if that was the case. Creative, but nothing that would rattle him. In any event he had no time to worry over it now. A little extra work had gone into his newest toxin and had caused him a bit of a delay in getting to the facility this morning; his first patient would be arriving shortly. After slipping the vile in with the jars, Jizabel closed the drawer and locked it tight. He then took a seat and fished out his files for today.

With Thursday came the last of his patients. Finally. It was about time Jizabel knew more than what he'd by now thoroughly read over on paper concerning these last two. After all, he couldn't make a decision for his favorite until he'd met all listed. Currently though, he still held a particular fondness for his youngest.

But that was also something he'd have to think on at a later time. For now his focus needed to be with another teenager, a one Terry Conason. Older than the boy he'd been thinking on just then but far closer to the age of whom Jizabel usually dealt with. Perhaps he would be entertaining. Perhaps not. The doctor could only hope for the best. There had been mention of parental issues pertaining to the father in his file, after all. Always a great topic of discussion, family.

And there they were now. He returned the files and after once again finding no reason to answer the door personally, Dr. Disraeli called for entrance.

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note: my keyboard is having problems, so pardon the typos

Zelgadis was surprised to be led away by one of the nurses. Not that he had been up to anything particularly important, but he had grown a mild fondness to the daily routine this god-forsaken place had given him. Regardless, he much preferred routine to monsters.

The nurse knocked on a large white-washed door.

Knowing this place, and not having high-hopes, Zelgadis hoped what was on the other side was not going to kill him. He supposed it was the least he could hope for, considering his past experiences.

"Good morning, Mr. Conason," Dr. Disraeli presented his usual greeting when the door swung open, smiling brightly as he observed the boy. Blue eyes just a shade different than "Cloud's", but still just as vibrant. It was a nice change considering most of his patients had hazel coloring their eyes - nice in that perhaps, for once, he wouldn't have any reason to think of his brother in that way over the course of this session. "No need to by shy now. Come on in," he waved the boy in, giving his nurse a thankful smile as well, "My name is Doctor Jizabel Disraeli, and I am to be your therapist during your stay here."

Zelgadis, at the nod of the nurse's head, entered the room cautiously. The man seemed to be a doctor, like he claimed, though the former-chimera had no idea what a "therapist" was.

With some trepedation, Zelgadis waited for the good doctor to say something.

He wasn't saying anything just yet, but then again neither had another of his teenagers, young Mr. Chen as it were. And Mr. Malloy could hardly be considered for the act he'd presented.

Continuing to smile, Dr. Disraeli attempted to get the session underway and hopefully get his patient some motivation to speak. "Why don't we try to clear away any nervousness with a conversation, hm? This is our first meeting after all, and I would hate if you continued feeling uncomfortable during the rest of our visits due to a bad start." He leaned back in his chair, attempting to be casual (or as casual as someone in his position was allowed to be). "Would you care to tell me about yourself? What interests you, what does not, any topic is fair today."

Zelgadis lowered himself into a chair slowly, still eyeing the doctor cautiously.

"What do you want?" He asked warily.

Caution. His other patients had shown it, again barring Mr. Malloy's little performance as well as Mr. Federline's openness to speak, but Mr. Conason was being much more direct. A smart course of action all things considered.

"Just as I said, to know a little more about you," Dr. Disraeli repeated, nodding slightly, "Or would telling me about yourself make you feel even more uncomfortable?"

Someone who didn't want to talk about himself only spoke more volumes about his state of mind. Was it a lack of self-confidence, and if so, could it be that he was doubting the reality he'd created for himself? Or maybe there was something more? So many questions could be posed following a positive answer.

Zelgadis was unused to talking in general and to have someone ask him to speak about himself-- it made him suspicious. What gain could this doctor receive from conversing with him? Regardless, he'd rather be the one in control of this situation and he felt very much without control.

This whole place-- its schedules and food choices were there just to fool you into thinking you had control. But Zelgadis wasn't here of his own will and they weren't about to let him go.

His longing for power, hadn't that been about control too?

Turn the tables. Be in control. Don't let the mazoku and lying father-figures fool you.

"What do you want?" He asked, this time more forcefully.

"If you continue to ask the same question, Mr. Conason, you will continue to receive the same answer," Dr. Disraeli warned calmly but with a steady firmness to his tone. He did not like when patients refused to comply with his requests, and if Mr. Conason was determined to do so, then Jizabel would have to force his hand a bit and ensure he got what he wanted. This would be the first time then that he'd needed to use force to have a mere conversation.

Did this child really have what it took to make Jizabel waste such effort for mere words? Not quite. There would have to be more of a price if he warranted such a thing from his therapist. As much as Jizabel despised not having his way, he loathed even more having to alter his own routine for someone he did not believe was even worth victimizing.

"This is a time in which we are supposed to discuss how you are doing here and perhaps what progress you are making towards recovery. I find that to be a terribly heavy subject for initial sessions, however, and have set that topic aside for a more casual time in which I may get to know you first," he explained further in hopes he may understand better, "This session is your time to say what you want, Mr. Conason." Because after this session finished it would be Jizabel who ran things once the next session rolled around.

The doctor seemed to have a bit of a temper-- Zelgadis could see his jaws clench as he warned the former chimera not to push the same question. Still, the doctor hadn't answered it-- the man had said what Zelgadis should do, but not what he hoped to gain.

And the questions he posed were as impenetrable as hieroglyphs to Zelgadis-- what was he doing? Being stuck inside some facility for who knows what reason with a bunch of crazy and/or dead people. Progress towards recovery? If the doctor wanted to know how he was doing as a human, Zelgadis couldn't complain of any side effects. But he wouldn't consider that an illness...

And what he wanted?

"I want you to let Amelia go." He replied.

No questioning that was what he wanted to say, but making a demand out of it was hardly something Jizabel had expected. Still, he had allowed for Mr. Conason to chose his topic, so Dr. Disraeli was more than happy to follow along with it, however much the boy may attempt to threaten.

"Amelia?" he repeated, letting a slight bit of confusion show on his face, "I'm afraid I do not know anyone of that name. Is she another patient here? A friend of yours, perhaps?" If she was a patient, Jizabel would need to look her up granted that the name provided was her true one and not some fabrication.

Zelgadis immediately regretted using Amelia's name. It had been a foolish bet anyway, that this doctor would have the power to do anything, never mind let a "patient" free. He wanted to protect Amelia, not harm her, and who knows what this doctor would do with the slim bit of information Zelgadis had given him.

Zelgadis didn't like talking in general and the way this was going he didn't like at all. Better to keep his mouth shut before he put Amelia in even more danger.

So now he didn't want to speak anymore? Jizabel had probably given him a reason to be wary with those questions but not so much that he should chose now to be silent. He'd already given away a name for heaven's sake, there was no taking something like that back.

"You are being remarkably childish considering your age, Mr. Conason," Dr. Disraeli sighed, mildly irritated now. He had every right to be exasperated for how difficult his patient was being. They weren't going to get anywhere if things kept up like this. "I have a job to do, and that requires at least some cooperation on your part, so do not expect that I will put up with resistance for much longer." It wasn't so much of a threat as another warning. Dr. Disraeli had to give him something to think on and consider before this resulted in force. So, for the last time, he was given one final warning as a question. "Do you not want to get better and be released from this place?"

Zelgadis was utterly bewildered. Again, this suggestion that he was ill. Maybe this had all been a mistake and they'd put him in here because they thought he was sick?

But the monsters at night...

Might as well ask.

"Get better from what?"

He'd been considering the best and most inconspicuous method for which to force the boy into speaking when he broke the silence himself. There was a good patient.

"From your illness naturally," Dr. Disraeli answered vaguely, then elaborated, "You've believed yourself to be a chimera, I believe - a mix of golem, demon, and human. But as you can see you are most certainly all human and have never once been mixed with anything. Creatures such as that do not even exist."

It was true there were many myths and legends concerning the creatures mentioned, and Jizabel himself did believe in the existence of true demons through his own beliefs, but even he could not attest to having seen the truest forms of either demons or golems. Only the bodies of those they chose to hide in.

So the doctor suggested he was ill.

He bristled as the doctor explained what a chimera was-- it was still hard to recognize the body he had once posessed. But Zelgadis felt himself agreeing with the doctor-- Zelgadis had always been human, never anything else. If the doctor wanted to quibble about exteriors, it might be a different story, but as it was--

"I've always been human." He agreed gravely.

"Have you now?" Dr. Disraeli questioned with a hint of disbelief.

He'd read the file, limited though the information may have been, and he knew enough of what the patient had at one time claimed to have some doubts that he was being truthful. It wasn't every day someone went out for revenge against someone they claimed had reconstructed his body's composition.

Zelgadis decided not to answer the question, as it seemed rhetorical. He dearly wished he could get out of this room and see how Amelia was doing.

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And again, there was silence. There had been enough warnings now not to warrant another, but Jizabel was not yet to the point of complete force. They had a subject to pursue now, and he wasn't about to let the opportunity to ruffle this Chimera's non-existent feathers a bit slip away.

"There is a priest you've had certain... issues with in the past, is there not?"

Zelgadis crossed his left leg over the other as silence permeated the room. Though he was generally able to exude a cool demeanor, this doctor was quickly getting on his nerves.

The next question made him practically jump out of his skin, but all the doctor saw was the slight raising on an eyebrow.

Though, when Zelgadis thought about it, the doctor wasn't nessecarily talking about his grandfather. Since Xelloss was here (L-sama save us all) it was more likely he was referring to the "trickster" priest.

"A priest?" Zelgadis asked coyly, hoping to annoy the doctor as much as he was annoying the ex-chimera.

"Yes, that's right," Dr. Disraeli nodded. He didn't need to see anything to know that he'd gotten Mr. Conason's attention. The fact that the boy had responded was proof enough. "A man you're wishing to take revenge against for something done to you. Oh, and a family member, so I've seen."

Damn! Then the doctor did know about Rezo. But how did he have access to all this information? Did Xelloss tell him? But Xelloss claimed to be a patient as well... Regardless, it would not be the first time he'd lied.

He stared stonily at the doctor, unwilling to speak lest the doctor learn even more about Zelgadis' past.

"I have your attention then?" Dr. Disraeli folded his hands atop his desk and leaned back in his chair, internally pleased. It was always the issues with one's family that drew out their inner torments regardless of what situation they'd been faced with. Jizabel knew that well enough.

"I'm not here to make you feel bad, you understand? But there are things that need to be discussed so that I can possibly consider releasing you. Believe me, I'm only trying to help." But not really. Jizabel only helped himself, but it was better to continue playing the "good doctor" card even if the chance of earning a patient's trust was little to none.

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