I sat at my desk awaiting my first patient, an eager feeling in my stomach. There was a knock at my office door so I called "the door is open please come in". The door opened and in stepped a tall man with black hair, black clothing and crimson eyes. I ushered him to take a seat and he did so. After he sat he looked me in the eyes and he smirked slightly. My heart jumped to the back of my throat as I looked into the crimson eyes. I feared for my life but I asked him his name. After a few seconds of what seemed like lack of trust he gave in. "My name is Sebastian Michaelis". I looked into his eyes again. At first he seemed to be full of malice and devilish brutality but this time his eyes were sorrowful and cold quite like mine I suppose. "Tell me what's troubling you so Sebastian that you felt the need to speak with me". I kept my calm demeanour as I waited for his response.After a few awkward and silent minutes he suddenly spoke. "The previous therapist had no chance in helping me and I don't think you will either being so young and all". At this he ruffled my hair and my true self kicked in. I hit his hand away but I didn't say anything. After all I don't want to loose this job. I simply pointed at a certificate handing on the wall while pulling adisapproving face at Sebastian's actions. Sebastian chuckled which made my face burn red with anger but this only made him laugh even more. I cleared my throat but my anger rose in my calm tone. "Did you just come here to tease me or do you actually need to talk to me about something?". Sebastian stopped laughing and matched me in seriousness. "I do not know whether you could help me at this instant I simply wanted to meet the new therapist". He stood up, placed his hand my head and messed up my hair. He then left with a smile and a wink. He was confusing he seemed sane any other person would think he was set for release since he hides his problem so well. I feel a need to help him I feel like he needs my help. No one else came to my office that day apart from the receptionist who brought me tea. It was the end of the work day and Paula drove me home. All I could think about is Sebastian, that poor tortured soul he's been through so much I can tell. I retired as soon as I got home. My dreams were filled with that same face. I need to help him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there's Sebby yay hope you enjoy- Lady Vandelle
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Dr Phantomhive
FanfictionCiel has had a simple way of doing things. Get them done before insanity takes over. He is only a teen but he is a capable worker but what happens when he is hired to work in a mental asylum as a therapist.
