June 25, 2000
They'd arrived with little fanfare at the Sunshine and Rainbows Mental Health Institute, all looking somewhat suspiciously at the plastic rainbows plastered all over the front lawn.
The decor included several old ladies attempting to jump from the 30th floor and a spry old man yelling, "There they go! Boys in thongs! Young boys!"
Duo sweatdropped. "Was this such a good idea?" he asked, elbowing Relena.
"You've all been through a lot with the war. Noin recommended this place to me." She didn't mention that the last time she'd seen Noin the poor woman had been busy painting herself blue and red with Crayola Washable Paints and singing the Carebear Countdown.
"Young boys!" (wink wink Angel Ikari)
"I don't know, Trowa..." Quatre looked doubtfully at the list of treatments. "I thought this was supposed to be therapy, Duo? Relena?"
"It is. Look, you can have the Primary Colors Special or the Secondary Spa...either way, you've all got issues you need to deal with, and I'm here to see that your lives aren't ruined with the end of this senseless war!" Relena looked rather proud of herself. Dorothy suddenly drove by on a golf-cart and flicked her off.
"BITCH!" They stared in amazement as the blonde Queen chased after Dorothy with a long pointy butcher's knife, the Catalonia girl cackling as she drove into a pamphlet stand advertising the Sunny Day Special as the newest form of brainwa--er, post-traumatic stress therapy.
"Close your eyes, Quatre."
He obeyed, feeling a little more than funny as fingers pried open his mouth and a strange gooey syrup was poured in. It tasted like sugar and old tea (very uncouth...) and had the consistency of wet starch.
"What's this supposed to do?"
"It'll help you let down your guard...how can you talk if your mind keeps blocking out the bad rays and only lets you see the good rays? Can you see the bad rays, Quatre? Can you?"
The blonde boy, unable to see the psychiatrist, felt like he was having phone sex. "This is dirty," he blurted out.
"Aah, now we get to the heart of the matter. Embrace the bad rays, Quatre. Let them touch you...aaah...doesn't that feel good, to have the bad rays? You can't get rid of them unless you touch them, Quatre. *Touch* the bad rays." His head was spinning and he felt his breath become labored. "Touch them, Quatre."
"I'm out of here," he said, his eyes opening. He nearly choked as a pink bear with a fuzzy tummy floated by. His therapist flashed him, then cackled, driving away on her dented golf cart, kicking the bottle labeled "Special K" under the couch.
"Fluffy?" he asked, tears pooling in his big, big, big, big blue eyes. "Is it really you?" The carebear didn't reply, but instead bounced onto the couch beside him and held out a nekked picture of Duo, tongue out and pointing to his nipples.
"What?! You want to get with Duo?"
Trowa was bored. He was the last to go; the Sunshine and Rainbows medical staff were all busy. He decided to walk around and spy on his fellow pilots, see what they were up against.
He caught fragments of Heero's conversation.
"...wet dreams about Dr. J!"
"And how does that make you feel, Heero?"
"...Wet."
The banged person shuddered. Too much information.
He moved onto Duo's room, where he could hear loud screams and the sounds of cloth tearing.
"SHINIGAMI LIVES!"
"Were you not loved as a child, Duo?"
"What?!? Shinigami lives!"
"Who's Shinigami? Your imaginary friend? Would you like to introduce me to your friend, Duo?"
"Shinigami is Death! Shinigami lives!"
"Hmm...extremely morbid. Did you get enough hugs when you were a child? I don't think so; here, let me hug you, Duo. Hugs are important, Duo. Have you ever been hugged? Here, wrap your arms around me and put your hands here--"
"Get away from me!"
"Hold still dammit and let me hug you!"
End Part One
Eh...I think that's all for now...
Bianca
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