My Psychiatrist || Soukoku

2|| Can I Know What No One Else Knows?

Hello ^-^! 

It's been a while since the last time I updated lol! 

I didn't have much time... 

I wrote the 15 minutes of breaks I gave and sometimes writer's block got me over... 

I'm really sad that my busy schedule keeps me away from my passion: Writing. 

On the other hand, these two years are too important for me... 

I'm sorry again for making you all wait...

Anyway, enjoy ^-^! 

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Chuuya Nakahara 

I got out of the cab as soon as I arrived to the address where I was told. I was carrying some bags with me, because I needed to stay there. I really didn't understand the rich people. Just because they didn't want it to be heard, they didn't take their child to the clinic. 

I knocked the door and the door was opened by a woman who was in middle of her forties. "Chuuya Nakahara?" She asked as she was gazing me up and down. I could feel the prejudice in her eyes. 

I'm not saying that I was extraordinary, but I wouldn't wear decent clothes like other doctors. After all I had my own clinic so I would decide what I wear myself. "Yes." I replied.

She reluctantly invited me inside and I followed her. The house was big and the furnitures seemed modern. A man who was in his middle of his forties was sitting on the armchair in the living room. When he noticed I entered to the room. "Sit." He said with a cold voice. 

I sat on the armchair opposite of the armchair he was sitting. There was an unnerving silence for a while until I broke it. "I want to ask you some questions about your son." 

They looked at each other for a minute nervously then the mother nodded her head. "Sure." 

"Have your son ever had difficulty with talking to new people even though he had some time to warm up to the person or the situation?" I asked. The situation they described seemed like selective mutism, but I needed to ask these questions to make sure. 

"He was never a social person since he was a child." Her mother replied. "He only had a one best friend." 

'He only had one best friend.' I thought to myself. I didn't know why, but I hung up on that detail for a while. 

"Does your son freely verbalize and even appear chatty at home, but is mostly or completely silent around new people?" I asked again. 

"I told you, he was never a social person. He never talked too much even with us." She replied. 

This made me more suspicious, but I needed to know more to have enough information. "Does your son mostly or completely use nonverbal communication, like gestures, nodding, shrugging, or pointing instead of speaking directly with others?" 

"No, he doesn't even use nonverbal communication since a year. He doesn't even react to anything at all." She said. 

I could say by looking at the way of her speech, she didn't really care about her son's health at all. She was just disturbed for something else I couldn't put my finger on. 

"Does he talk with other people?" I asked. 

"No, he doesn't. He gets out of his room barely." She replied. 

I asked my last question. "Did he have any trauma in the past?" 

They both fell silent and looked at each other for a minute. "No." The woman said. 

It was obvious that they were lying. 'If they don't want to tell me, then I will find out myself.' I closed my notebook and stood up. "Where is your son's room?" 

"Third room upstairs." The mother replied. 

I walked upstairs. The first two doors were wrong doors. Then I knocked on a door. I took a breath before I spoke. "Hello. May I come in? If your answer is no, clap your hands once, and if your answer is yes, clap your hands twice." 

I heard he clapped his hands twice before he unlocked the door. 

I didn't expect what I saw. I was expecting to see a child who was not even a teenager yet, but I saw a young man around my age. He moved aside letting me into his room. 

Two things caught my attention when I entered to his room. There was a large bookshelf in his room and there was a coffee table and an armchair in front of the large windows. 

As soon as he looked at my face, his eyes began tearing up. I was shocked. I wasn't used to see a fully grown man crying. I looked at him worriedly. "Dazai, are you okay?" I asked and wiped his tears away gently. He looked vulnerable and lost like a little child... I couldn't help and pulled him into a hug. He stood still for a while until he eventually hugged me back. 

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After I saw his reaction after I told him he can write the things he wanted, I was immediately regret. I could see in his eyes that he definitely didn't want to communicate with anyone. "I guess you don't want. I'm sorry it is my fault." I apologized. "I won't force you to talk or write, okay? So why don't you show me around? The place is so big and I'm really bad with directions." I laughed lightly to soften the tension between us. "As I was looking for your room, I went into the wrong rooms twice." 

Dazai gave a half smile and nodded his head.

Since his parents told that he was not reacting to anything for a year, it was a big change. If I could grab something, then I wouldn't let it go. 

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At the end of the tour he took me to a library. By looking at his eyes and the expression on his face, this was one of the things about this house, if it is not the only thing. I was really impressed by the amount of the books. I picked up a book. It was read 'Illustrated Man' by Ray Bradburry. "I had been wanting this book for a while!" Because it was kind of expensive, I couldn't buy the book and it was just engulfed in me.  I couldn't hide my excitement as I was looking at the book. I felt like a little child who just saw the toy who he had been wanting for a long time. I felt shy and looked away to hide my blush. I reluctantly put the book back, but Dazai handed it back. Then something I didn't expect happened. 

"It can be yours."  Dazai said with the sign language. 

"No... I can't accept it..." I tried to reject and handed it back to Dazai, but he didn't take the book back. 

"Please." He said with the sign language. "I want you to take it." 

"Okay." I smiled. "Thank you for the gift Dazai." I tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

He slightly blushed and touched his cheek. Then he said something else with the sign language which left me totally confused. "Please don't tell my parents about it." 

Something was telling me that there was a more darker story than I thought behind the fact that he stopped talking. 

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I don't know when I will update the next chapter, but I will update as soon as possible, so please stay tuned if you like my story ^-^! 

By the way if you are confused why Chuuya is hyped up when Dazai communicated with him with sign language, don't forget that Dazai hasn't spoken any single word for a year and he didn't show any reaction to anything. So it is a big change. 

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