Anna goes out for the day and begins to regret it when she sees a face from her past begging her for help.
Chapter Twenty: Cataplexy:
November 10th, 1999. San Diego, California. The school official walked Anna to the guidance council’s office. The girl looked down at her feet. Her hands were colored white. She kept stroking on her knuckles. The girl arrived here in the US nine days ago. Anna didn’t know any English or anybody. The shock of Daisuke’s death prevented her from functioning normally, let alone adjusting in a foreign country.
Worried for her sake, her teachers suggested that she seek counseling. That’s why she was here. The official turned to the girl. Not once did she look up. The official tried to touch her. Anna flinched her away. The official tried to appear nice.
“It’s okay dear,” she said. “This man is a professional.” Her Japanese sounded so rusty. She probably said something other than what she meant to. Anna didn’t respond either way. Her eyes were fixed on her feet. The school official breathed out in awkward silence.
“Okay…” She knocked on the door.
“Enter,” a man said inside. The official opened the door. Dr. Yamashita sat at his desk, reading over his charts. The official walked forward.
“Sir,” she said. “Here is the patient I was talking about.” The doctor didn’t look up.
“Leave us,” he said. The official blinked.
“I want to speak to Kimoto-chan alone.” The school official closed her mouth and bowed her head.
“Yes sir.” She turned to leave. The woman leaned down to Anna.
“This man will help you. Listen to what he has to say.” Anna didn’t respond as the official left the room. Dr. Yamashita turned his attention to the girl. She started at him, pale. The doctor smiled at her.
“Take a seat,” he said. Anna complied without a word.
August 11th, 2009. Anna felt sheepish for sitting in the Kyoto Psychology Center waiting room this morning. Tsuzuki needed her, somebody, anybody right now. She should be with him right now. But, to help him, she needed to help herself first.
“Is it okay if I visit the KPC again?” she whispered to him on the floor. Silence. Anna caressed him on the cheek and kissed it. He lips touched his ear.
“I will go to the shrink, pick us up something to eat, and come back. How does that sound?” Silence. Anna nuzzled the Shinigami’s neck.
“I’ll even give you my number if you want to call me. Okay? Here.” Anna gently let go of Tsuzuki and walked over to the desk. She reached inside of his coat and pulled out his phone.
“You have the Kimoto Manor number already. So, I’m giving you my cell number.” Anna programmed her number into the phone. She even programmed it for speed dialing. The woman handed the phone to her lover.
“Here.” Anna placed the phone at his feet.
“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed, okay?” Silence. Anna kissed him on the forehead and went into the bathroom. In close to an hour, she came back out. Tsuzuki still sat on the floor. Anna knelt down and kissed him on the forehead.
“I will be right back, I promise.” Then, she got up and left the room.
Now, that idea wasn’t so good anymore. But, what could she do? The woman was already out here. Might as well make the most of it. she looked around the room. Not many people here this morning. Anna looked at her phone. No missed calls or texts. The woman looked up at the ceiling.
“/Hope he’s alright…/”
“Anna?” a voice asked. The woman didn’t move at first.
“Anna,” the voice said again. The woman glanced up in front of her. An old man looked her close in the face. Anna blinked hard at first.
“Dr. Yamashita?” she whispered. “Dr. Yamashita? What are you doing here?”
“Shhh!” he said back. “Not here!”
“Where?” The doc looked around for a moment. He spotted the back door.
“Come with me!” Before Anna could speak, the older man grabbed her by the hand and dragged her outside.
“Slow down!” Anna cried. Dr. Yamashita didn’t listen. He kept on running.
Once outside, the old man let go of her arm. Anna went into integration made.
“Okay, are you really Yamashita? How did you find me and why?” she asked. The man’s eyes became grim.
“Yes, I am Dr. Yamashita,” he said. “Yesterday, one of my colleagues described a patient matching your description. I thought, that couldn’t be, you died four months ago. So, I had to see for myself. And here you are! Alive and well.” Anna blinked.
“Okay…” she said. “I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but why do you need to see me?” Dr. Yamashita lowered his head in shame.
“I need your help…” he mumbled. “I might have caused someone’s death…”