Guidance to Light- Nanatsu no Taizai

Chapter 3

"I would love to go first!" Ban beamed, he lifted his hand up as if he was an excited child in the classroom. The tall man stood up from the floor and waited for his new counselor to lead him to a private room only to be stopped by Diane. The brunette stared at the silver haired and sighed to herself, she then went to her before she pushed her out the way and went to the other side of the room. Elizabeth flinched and held her book close, well that was... Rude.  The silver haired felt like the brunette tried to get her attention however it confused her. 

King lifted his head and scrambled off to Diane, he was confused on why the brunette would show hostile behavior. The silver haired watched as the ginger would talk with the other woman most likely about her attitude. The woman sighed and led Ban outside the common room, she glanced at the man. He seemed to follow orders and didn't seem to object. She only wondered how she was going to manage that brunette... Diane. 

It would take time of course. 

The wooden door had a sign labelled as 'Counselling'. The two entered the room. It was medium sized, decrepit bookcases leaned against the walls and a calendar secured to the wall by a pin. Two couches faced each other separated by the table in the middle, colorful patterned pillows placed on each side. The table had posit notes, a pen, paper and a flower case.

It looked...comforting. 

 Elizabeth watched as Ban jumped on to the couch without a second thought, she heard heard soft hums sail through his lips. 'He's quite eager to start this counselling session.' the young woman thought, it did make her wonder whether he would be willing to listen and answer. Only time would tell her that.  She only just shrugged and was about to sit opposite her patient with her notebook secured in her arms, she grabbed the post it notes at the table and wrote 'Occupied'. Good now she can make sure there are no disruptions.  She placed the note on the door before closing it and sighed. The silver haired crashed down on the couch in slight relief that her aching legs could rest once more. 

"So what now?" Ban asked while smiling at the counselor, he crossed his legs . Elizabeth hummed and opened her notebook along with the pen lid. This was her first patient. The first step to understanding those who need help.

"Well tell me about yourself Ban... Where you're from... Family. Life prior to here." The young woman questioned, she wrote the headline of 'Personal Life' under the taller man's  name. She tapped her pen against her notebook... It helped her to focus.  The blue haired man's smile dropped into a frown as he thought deeply about his past. It was... a Roller-coaster ride to be honest. He would like to keep quiet about it but that was why Elizabeth was there.... To help him... But... She had already done that. 

"Well I'm an adult as you can tell.... " The man joked but frowned once more as she gave him that look.... Why was it that look? 

Tap...

She wanted more. 

Tap....

He knew she wanted more answers... He had no other choice. 

"I'm 29 years old. Shitty parents who didn't give two flying fucks about me and late sister. You know, I got removed from their care when I was about 8 years old. Too late for my sister, she died of starvation because our parents decided it was better to fulfill their alcoholic and drug addiction needs rather the mental and physical health of their own kids. Went to foster care, In and out multiple times... Too many to exact. I was happy with one guy, name was Zhivago. He was a father figure that I could look up to.... I got removed from his care because they suspected he killed his own biological son... Was a bunch of lies, I knew it had to those bastards of some bullies. So in and out of foster care once more.  Graduated Highschool two years later than all my peers. Managed to graduate. Had a job as a bartender for about 3 years and then moved in with my girlfriend as we traveled place to place. She could always put a smile on anyone's face, for the first time in my life there was someone who care about me.... Without leaving my side." He paused and raised an eyebrow as his counselor brought up a hesitant hand to stop him. Probably to ask him a question-