Haitani Kisaku
Why don't you tell me about your first doctor; Tamara Misani wasn't it?
Y/n L/n
What about her?
Haitani
How were your sessions? I see earlier that you focused on family.
L/n
Yes, she had lovely daughters.
Haitani
Pardon?
L/n
Misani. She had two daughters. Twins, I think. Identical. She showed me a few pictures.
Haitani
She told you about her family?
L/n
She told me a lot of things, doc.
Haitani
I was under the impression she asked you about your own family, Y/n.
L/n
She did, at first. For a while.
Haitani
What did you both speak of in regards to them?
L/n
Next to nothing.
***
Kisaku knocked on Sayori's office door. His mind was nearly bursting with ideas. So much he needed to know, needed to puzzle together. He felt alive for once. Y/n L/n... the boy was certainly giving him a run for his money.
Something clicked with the doctor after he took Y/n outside. Something was off about everything regarding the (h/c) boy. All the different diagnoses, all the different attitudes, all the different opinions — all from different experts.
Kisaku needed to know what was true and what wasn't. He needed to know what happened with Misani, what happened with Fujimoto, and what happened years before: between Y/n and his five supposed victims.
"Come in," a feminine voice invited.
Kisaku stepped forward and entered Sayori's office.
"Oh hello Kisaku," the woman smiled.
He sat down in the char in front of her desk, "I was wondering if your offer still stands? I need a bit of help regarding Y/n..."
Sayori's eyes popped wide, and eagerly she said, "Of course, of course! What do you need help with?"
"You were working at the sanitarium when Tamara Misani was, correct?"
"Oh, um, yes."
"Would you happen to know how I could get into contact with her?"
"Well..." Sayori trailed off, teeth sinking into her painted bottom lip. "This is technically classified information, outdated you see... but I do still have her old home address. The rest of her information has been purged from the system."
Kisaku had already known that. He had tried to access Dr. Misani's old personal files however they had all been long since sealed. He leaned forward, "Home address?"
"Yes," Sayori tapped on her keyboard and grinned as she pulled up the old notes she used to keep in a word document. "Here it is..."
***
Haitani Kisaku
And Fujimoto? What were sessions like with him?
Y/n L/n
The usual interrogation.
Haitani
And treatment?
L/n
Haven't we been over this?
Haitani
I feel like you're keeping information from me.
L/n
Of course I am.
Haitani
Well... at the very least, you're not denying it.
L/n
There is no sense in denying the truth.
Haitani
Then tell me, Y/n, what is the truth?
***
After working hours, Kisaku sat behind his desk, head in his hands. In his sessions with Y/n, he had gleaned nothing. The boy was tightlipped about his family (even though he made a farce of being open about speaking of them), his trial, his former doctors, and most importantly his former treatment.
However, on a note stuck to his desktop, was Misani's old home address.
Y/n might clam up and not speak about anything beyond what had happened ("Yes, doctor, I did nothing to Miss Misani. She did that to herself") when Kisaku tried to ask for details.
However, Misani wouldn't. Kisaku would have more luck finding the psychiatrist and speaking directly to her about it.
And after he figured out the mystery around the attack on Misani, he would uncover more.
More, more, more.
Oh, Y/n... his mind hummed. What a thrilling puzzle you are.
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Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)
Random[Male x Male] Y/n L/n is the most infamous resident of Rosemary Sanitarium, an inpatient hospital for the violently insane. He went to trial for five murders, pled the insanity defense, and now sits in glass box for doctors gawk at day in and day ou...
