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"My god! My god!" she screeched, running into the circle of chairs dramatically. "Things were so much more easier before, with the timeline! I mean, we both easily circumnavigated the whole 'Seishirou being dead' and 'Subaru doesn't have an eye' thing, but I'm afraid this is all my fault for taking so long to write this damn chapter because now Subaru has a new eye–" she gestured madly in Seishirou's direction, "–HIS eye, no less, and is evil, but noooooo! THAT'S not the problem, nosireebob, hell, that's not very important at all!"

"It's kind of important to me!" Subaru said, looking a little angry.

"Oh PLEASE!" the girl ranted wildly. "The only thing that could be more fucked up then you getting Seishirou's good eye is if–"

"I came back for some erotic revenge?" Seishirou quipped.

"If THEY," here she pointed in Sorata and Arashi's direction, "were to SLEEP TOGETHER!!"

"Do you have to do this to me in front of every – oh ... oh ..." Subaru was breathlessly cut off as Seishirou did something to him. Again.

The Therapist was about to throw her pen at Seishirou's seeing eye, when the door opened and Karen entered, leading a most sorrowful Sorata by the wrist.

She glanced at the survey on the top of her list – for Seishirou, it seemed. In big, bold red letters was printed neatly, but very boldly, "HENTAI, HENTAI, HENTAI."

Looking over at Subaru squirming on Seishirou's lap, she could only guess.

A man dressed in black sat in his chair, searching the room from behind his dark sunglasses. His gaze alighted on a slim young man with a bandage over his eye. The young man passed within arms reach of the man with the sunglasses, and before the Therapist could blink, was grabbed around the waist and pulled spluttering into the other man's lap.

"Hey, let me go!" the young man with the bandage yelped.

"Aw, but Subaru-kun, I thought you enjoyed yourself with the ribbons-" The man with the sunglasses was cut off as 'Subaru-kun' jabbed an elbow into his chest.

The Therapist opened her mouth to speak. The man removed his sunglasses and smiled pleasantly at her, as if daring her to do something. She took one look at the mismatched pair of eyes, gulped, and remembered Kaichou's warning about Seishirou. Undoubtedly there was a very good reason why Kaichou had told her to be careful, the Therapist thought, scribbling absently on her pad, and also undoubtedly, she would find out why soon enough.

She sighed and decided to ignore the way Kamui was getting chased around the room by Fuuma with the evil smirk, and the fact that Seishirou was holding his catch down by putting his hands on places that made her turn red and Subaru breathe in sharply. She also refrained from writing anything on her notepad, a most remarkable achievement for her.