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Fanfic: Don't need no Shrink ~ Prologue
Title: Don’t Need no Shrink , Prologue
Characters: Komui Lee, Cross Marian (so far)
Warnings: Swearing.
Words: 344
Summary: Well hello there my lovelies. I stumble into here to fill the void made by Hoshino’s hiatus and our subsequent lack of DGM. I was sitting in my psychology lecture the other day and a thought wandered into my dusty little brain. “What would happen if the Black Order had to go see a shrink?” And it all went downhill from there.
And so I present to you, my first DGM fic posted online~! *Fanfare*
Edit: Now beta'd by my oh so wonderful friend Dilly. *bows before her awesome might*
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Cross Marian was not the type to like psychiatrists.
It wasn’t that he hated them, per se, it was more the fact they stuck their noses where they really didn’t belong all the time, asking awkward questions that nobody wanted to hear the answer to anyway. When possible, he just ignored or avoided them all together, no matter how many times someone told him he was a trigger-happy, gun toting, wife stealing, binge drinking psychopath.
Apparently though, Central had grown tired of simply telling him to seek professional help.
“No.” He said flatly, single eye glaring at the Black Order supervisor, just daring him to oppose him. Komui, to his credit, didn’t budge an inch.
“It’s out of my hands General.” He shrugged, a few joints popping as he sat up from where he had been flopped all over his paperwork coated desk. He shifted a few sheets around before pulling out a rather official looking document. “This order has been issued to all the Exorcists, and a few high ranking scientists.” He deflated slightly at that, mumbling something under his breath about Link and not seeing things from the right perspectives. “And the Generals are obligated to go first.”
“Fuck, no.” He said again, glaring at that Chinese man as he willed the stupid paper to combust in his hand. Sadly, it remained whole.
Komui chuckled nervously and straightened his glasses. “Oh come on, please? General Sokalo and General Tiedol have been already. They say the lady’s really quite pleasant. Well, General Tiedol did.” He coughed. “General Sokalo said something quite rude actually…” He trailed off, muttering something about melons and disrespect for women.
The red-haired exorcist scanned Komui’s sentence for something of worth, and found it. “She’s a chick?” he asked.
Komui beamed at him. “So you’ll go?” Aw, how sickeningly hopeful. Cross glared at the wall , folding his arms.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He huffed.
Komui spun around the room in glee, shouting 'thank you's and skipping.
Fucking fruit.
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More coming soon, folks!
Characters: Komui Lee, Cross Marian (so far)
Warnings: Swearing.
Words: 344
Summary: Well hello there my lovelies. I stumble into here to fill the void made by Hoshino’s hiatus and our subsequent lack of DGM. I was sitting in my psychology lecture the other day and a thought wandered into my dusty little brain. “What would happen if the Black Order had to go see a shrink?” And it all went downhill from there.
And so I present to you, my first DGM fic posted online~! *Fanfare*
Edit: Now beta'd by my oh so wonderful friend Dilly. *bows before her awesome might*
......................
Cross Marian was not the type to like psychiatrists.
It wasn’t that he hated them, per se, it was more the fact they stuck their noses where they really didn’t belong all the time, asking awkward questions that nobody wanted to hear the answer to anyway. When possible, he just ignored or avoided them all together, no matter how many times someone told him he was a trigger-happy, gun toting, wife stealing, binge drinking psychopath.
Apparently though, Central had grown tired of simply telling him to seek professional help.
“No.” He said flatly, single eye glaring at the Black Order supervisor, just daring him to oppose him. Komui, to his credit, didn’t budge an inch.
“It’s out of my hands General.” He shrugged, a few joints popping as he sat up from where he had been flopped all over his paperwork coated desk. He shifted a few sheets around before pulling out a rather official looking document. “This order has been issued to all the Exorcists, and a few high ranking scientists.” He deflated slightly at that, mumbling something under his breath about Link and not seeing things from the right perspectives. “And the Generals are obligated to go first.”
“Fuck, no.” He said again, glaring at that Chinese man as he willed the stupid paper to combust in his hand. Sadly, it remained whole.
Komui chuckled nervously and straightened his glasses. “Oh come on, please? General Sokalo and General Tiedol have been already. They say the lady’s really quite pleasant. Well, General Tiedol did.” He coughed. “General Sokalo said something quite rude actually…” He trailed off, muttering something about melons and disrespect for women.
The red-haired exorcist scanned Komui’s sentence for something of worth, and found it. “She’s a chick?” he asked.
Komui beamed at him. “So you’ll go?” Aw, how sickeningly hopeful. Cross glared at the wall , folding his arms.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He huffed.
Komui spun around the room in glee, shouting 'thank you's and skipping.
Fucking fruit.
............................
More coming soon, folks!