Lesson Learned

A/N: Ooh, the writer's block is back. A lot happened this week so I haven't been writing this much so I'm writing some of this to help boost some inspiration.

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"So..." Dr Yokoyama smiled at the two of them. "What would you like to talk about?"

Mitsuko frowned, while Gakushuu crossed his arms and glared at him.

"Um..." She grimaced. "Do we have to talk to you?" She smiled sheepishly. "No offence, but we're only here because our mom wouldn't go to therapy unless we all went as well..."

Dr Yokoyama shrugged, writing something down in his notepad. "Well, that's alright, we can just sit in silence if you'd like." He smiled in amusement. "But your session is paid for so there is no refund if you leave early."

"Well, okay..." Mitsuko exchanged an annoyed look with her brother. "This seems like a pretty easy job then."

The therapist chuckled. "It is quite cushy, and the pay is a big benefit—most people just want someone to listen."

Mitsuko hummed as they settled into a peaceful quiet as the clock ticked by.

Dr Yokoyama seemed fine with the silence, he was a nice enough looking man with a square-like face and a few grey hairs in black hair which were slicked back. He had a horrible taste in ties though since the current one he had looked like the '80s had vomited on it with ugly browns and yellows.

She looked around the office curiously, there was a lot of stuff and books around until her eyes widened when she saw the collection of Bonsai trees near the window.

It was more extravagant than the one in her dad's office, and they were surrounded by a glass terrain like it was a fielded landscape.

"Did you make that yourself?" She stood up and walked over to it.

"Yes, it's a hobby," Dr Yokoyama replied.

Mitsuko peered into the terrain and poked the glass. "Our dad raises Bonsai trees."

"Really?" He hummed, tapping his pencil against his chin. "I think he mentioned something about it." He smiled. "Did your father show you how to raise them?"

"Uh, no..." She frowned, looking over her shoulder. "I wanted to but..." She sighed, straightening up. "Anyway, it's a cool terrain."

"Well, thank you," he replied, writing something down.

Gakushuu's eyes narrowed. "What are you writing?"

"Just personal notes." The therapist replied while still writing. "I make notes for your parents' session as well, it helps keep track."

Mitsuko wandered over. "Really?" She tried to peer over his shoulder and look at the notes but he closed the cover. "Oh, come on, can't we see?"

"I can show you your notes but not your parents," he told them both. "Everything we talk about in this room has to be private." He smiled sheepishly. "Unless you admit to murder—then I'd have to report you to the police."

Mitsuko raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with her brother.

"So legally you're not allowed to tell our parents anything that we say?" she asked warily.

"So long as it's not something illegal or self-harming," he replied, glancing at his bonsai tree terrain. "So your father never let you help him with the bonsai trees?"

"No," Gakushuu said stiffly, narrowing his eyes.

Mitsuko sat down next to her brother and smiled apologetically at the therapist. "Um, unless it was about education our dad wasn't a sharer..."