Psychological Help + No thanks *Sieffre*

[Sayuri Iseki]

Iseki stood writing on the chalk bored of her classroom, she had refused to use the white boards, their intoxicating fumes that killed the brain cells, no she would have none of that, she had refused to teach until they had given her a chalk bored, and not many people taught Cognitive Psychology, so they eventually pulled one of the old chalk boards out of storage and put it in her room, putting the white board into the storage room. That had made one happy Iseki, and the school knew it, as her threats to quit suddenly ceased, happy endings were something Iseki didn't enjoy, unless it involved her. Her class was silent, and writing down what she wrote down as she spoke it out loud, within the first weeks of class they learned not to annoy her, and she had been called up to the office to speak to her "boss" a few times. Eventually she laid the chalk down heavily and turned to face the class, her voice strong and clear as she spoke.

"The first work on virtually all scientific problems was done by philosophers, and the nature of human consciousness is no exception. The issues they raised have framed the discussion for modern theories of awareness. Philosophical treatments of consciousness have primarily concerned two issues that we will discuss before considering empirical facts and theoretical proposals: the mind-body problem concerns the relationship between mental events and physical events in the brain, and the problem of other minds concerns how people believe that other people (or animals) are also conscious."

She was quoting word for word from the book "Foundations of Cognitive Psychology: Core Readings" by Daniel J. Levitin, it was a passage she had memorized in her college days, she would see if the library had any copies of the book on hand if not, than she would have to order them herself, they were just a little bit expansive, but this was the same woman who was adopting a child, a thirteen year old girl who hadn't even spoken a word to her, a child she had been fighting for in courts for five months or more, she wasn't sure any more. But today, she didn't know if she would be able to visit Hina, she hoped so, the child was starting to warm up to her, or at least she hoped so.

The bell rang bringing her back from her thoughts, she looked up at the bored, to make sure her plans for tomorrow were correct.

"If you can, I would hope you to bring a copy of the Foundations of Cognitive Psychology: Core Readings, that is, if you bought one like I instructed when we last went to the main land, we won't have a problem," she paused as a majority of the students groaned, "If not, you will be marked a grade lower on the test you will take tomorrow, I apologize, but you brought this upon yourself. Class dismissed."


Iseki had packed up class rather quickly, with any luck, their groans were to have fooled her, and they did actually buy the book, but if they had not, than the majority of them will be even deeper in the whole in her grade book than they already were, and majority were failing because they never did the reading that she assigned so thus they didn't know what was on the test. It was their own damned fault, and that's what she would tell the angry parents who called her up on Monday.

She walked into the Library right after class still dressed in what she considered her teaching uniform she still had one more class for the day, and she had no intention of taking her lunch break off, some students didn't have a class during her lunch break, lucky them. Or they did and they were in the library for class, it didn't matter to her which. She assumed it was for class, considering she recognized one of her fellow teachers, had she met them, no, had she learned what they taught, no. It didn't matter to her really.

She flopped her laptop on a table not far form a tall, skinny, white haired boy, that almost reminded her of a girl the way his hair was styled, or she was just imagining things, that was possible too. She opened up her laptop and took a piece of paper out of it, on it had a list of Cognitive Psychology books that she was going to hammer on her students if they did good on the next days test, as if. She would still lay them down to bed that night with a ton of books, welcome to pre-college.

She started grabbing a few of the books as she passed them, making sure they were the right ones, by the right authors and such as the fellow teacher approached her.

"You're the Psychology teacher right?"

Iseki looked at her, and shook her head, "Cognitive Psychology, the regular Psychology Teachers are right down the hall from my classroom, and so is the Advanced Psychology teacher, you might want to go see him."

"Cog-" the teachers voice was full of question so Iseki cut them off.

"Personal Thoughts, but all Psychology is based off of that in a degree."

"Than you're who I want, that boy over there with the white-ish hair that you set your laptop down by, I've been surveying him, and he doesn't seem right, can you go talk to him? His names Sieffre."

Iseki sighed and nodded, and pulled a book out of the pile she had grabbed before walking over to the student, who was reading something, and listening to music at the same, she set the rest of the books down on the table before smacking him in the back of the head with the yellow book and tearing off the headphones that he was listening too.

"Hey, you're Sieffre right?" without waiting for an answer the annoyed teacher continued, "Your teacher said something was up with you, and she unknowingly suggested that you start going to counseling, so instead of that, here's a damned self-help book, read it. I'll talk to you in a week."

She sat down in front of her computer after dropping the book and his headphones in his lap, in that order, she watched him for his reaction, she had no intention of apologizing, but if there was really something wrong with this kid, that would show it, and she could recommend him for some counseling, there were like three psychologists in the school, including her, but she was most likely out, if there was something wrong with him he wouldn't trust her, that was for sure. She had no idea why, but she felt guilty, a strange feeling indeed.

"Hey, kid, if you do need some help, there are plenty of people here who can help, but next time, I get a complaint about you I am calling an asylum, and having you locked away."

Her voice was cold as she walked back over to him, and she could recommend someone easily, between the two of them who hadn't just mentally scared and threatened the child, she was sure he could get plenty of help.

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Tag: Sieffre
Notes: You wanted it blunt, now you have the doctored up true Iseki...andshewantstoadoptachild....
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[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

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Sometimes if felt like he was drowning in his emotions; ever since that moment that he had realized that he had some feelings that he held for a friend were a bit more friendly than they should have been. A fact that had driven him from the school in a downward spiral of conflicting emotions and self hate. Caught between a roommate and that friend he held those extra feelings for he had all but fled from the school for a while under the guise of visiting his father. A desperate attempt to straighten out his thoughts and hide his new self knowledge as deep with in as possible so those gossamer butterfly thoughts would never see the light again.

It had not worked.

Instead the butterfly thoughts had clouded his thoughts, or perhaps it was his heart that had become clouded, and his eyes had been opened to some of his tendencies. And… It was disturbing, really, to see how much he had relaxed around Remi. When he had barely known a moment of relaxation in the entirety of his life. He now found himself placid, and mostly calm, when with a specific set of people and even able to sleep rather deeply when in the same room. In the aftermath, as Sieffre had started to call the heartbeats after now brief meetings with that person, it almost felt like something behind his heart was starting to become dislodged and that mere fact was something scary. He was starting to slowly come undone and it was becoming increasingly obvious as it impacted every single facet of his life.

A pale hand connected with the desk not even a half inch away from the tip of his nose and rather successfully breaking him out of his daze. Sluggishly he raised his head while doing his absolute best to ignore the fact that he had dozed off in his Physics class and that was something that Professor Urban did not take kindly to in the least. But rather than being met with a cold wall of annoyance he instead found a packet of paper practically shoved up his nose. That pale hand retreated and he found his eyes meeting the cold blue eyes of his teacher.

“Mr. De Sauveterre.” As always there was an odd sort of accent clinging to the way that the teacher pronounced his last name although Sieffre had never managed to place what exactly it was that was odd in the pronunciation of it. Just like the sentences that the teacher spoke there was just something off about them at times, well other than the fact he sounded a bit like a computer, either way you looked at it the dark haired teacher was just as unique as all of the other teachers at the school. Abruptly he found himself staring at a book, a bunch of music paper and a pencil scattered beside it, the words that the teacher had said still bouncing around in his brain.

‘You would do well to find a remedy for this sleeping in my class. Now, hand in your notes for today, I wish to mark them.’

‘She said show me the world that is inside your head. Show me the world that you see yourself, get you some help, because sometimes it comes with a shove you fall in love.’

He was supposed to be working on his own song, a daunting task really, one that he had had for three days but still had yet to actually start on it. Every time he tried to put the music he had in his head down on paper his mind just blanked out. Maybe it was because he did not want to admit the feelings that he did have. Did not want to make it real by forcing it in to a song even if it would help at least ease some of the feelings that he did have brewing under the surface.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman set down her laptop at the same table he was at, a faint treble of unease building in his stomach, but he ignored it for the book in his hands about the steps of writing music and the best way to go about getting the right feel for it and everything else that came with music writing. Rather promptly forgetting about the woman who had momentarly been in his sight for the project at hand. Head bobbing slightly to the music pounding through his headphones, a near permanent part of his head, one set of pale fingers absently tapping at the desk as he read.

‘She said show me the world that’s inside your head. Tell me your secrets of life and death. And your one regret. Because sometimes it comes with a shove; we fall in love.’

Abruptly pain blossomed at the back of his skull, a soft hiss escaping his lips, and his musical safety net was ripped away in one fell swoop. And the reaction was nearly instant. Sieffre started forward only to connect with the table before he attempted to go backward only to trip over the chair that he had been sitting on. Which, rather effectively, landed him on his ass blinking up at the ceiling. Slowly he pushed himself up to a sitting position, flushed in embarrassment, and refusing to look at the female teacher.

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Word Count: 800-ish.
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[Sayuri Iseki]

The teacher had been watching with hawk-like eyes and came over as soon as the book collided with Sieffre's head, a look of anger on her and the words started to slip out of the mouth of the teacher, "What the he-" She was silenced nearly instantly by the dark glare of the Doctor. Yes, that was what she was, she was a doctor.

"I went to college for seven god-damn years, I'm the one with the Ph.D is psychology, so back your happy ass off."

The words were cold and silent, just barely loud enough for the teacher hear making sure that no student, including the white haired boy on the ground, could hear. She was a rough teacher, and she was extremely unfair, she pushed her students far beyond than what they were meant to be pushed. But she wasn't vulgar enough to let them hear her speak that way, most of the time.

She stood over the boy looking down at him, even if he didn't look up at her, she still managed to poke his forehead with her forefinger and grin a catlike grin that she had adopted from her shifted self, he was so timid, definitely prey, not predator, no predator would all but die from what she just did, they would attack back.

"Hey there handsome, my name is Sayuri Kitsu Iseki, I go by Professor, Professor Iseki, or Dr., or Dr. Iseki, but only to my patients. Just remember, my name is pronounced "E" as in Eel, "Sa" as in Saw, and "Ki" as in Key. Is that understood?"

Once more without giving him room to speak she spoke, she would explain her field and all that, it would only help him understand why she's torturing him, if he wanted to call it that, she would call it abuse but, that was her.

"I am the Professor of Cognitive Psychology, the book I rudely hit you with, which I am not apologizing for, maintains information about that field of study. As you might have assumed I have earned my Ph.D thus giving me the title doctor, but unless you agree to attend sessions with me, I will skin you alive like a rabbit if you call me doctor, that's a promise. Now, Mr. Sieffre, what's your name?"

Her heavy Asian accent was extremely heavy and shoved through, it was obvious that she had grown up around the Asian language, or an Asian language. Hers just happened to be a heavy Japanese accent.

The woman dressed in teal bent down to grab beneath the boys should and hauled him up, it had been her right arm, which was bearing four watches, all of the same color, or a hue of the same color, and that told the time, the exact same time. She wore a bright teal dress came just below her fingertips, following the school guidelines, and only had one should holding it up, it had a gold design around the edge of it, and she wore a teal belt, for no god damn reason that she knew of other than it matched the dress.

"Hey," she grabbed his chin and made him look at her, no longer allowing him to avoid her, "You will never, ever, see me in an outfit like this, so you might want to drink it up now, or miss out on a chance of a lifetime. If I weren't wearing my heels it'd would have given you a great peaking point."

Iseki laughed, the good news was, he was fucked up, the bad news was, she was one hell of a fucked up psychologist herself. She was the one who should have been seeing a counselor, not him, well, obviously him. But, they both needed help, hers was less serious.

"Oh, and the good news is, you're fucked up to the max, I hadn't imagined that you would act up like that, I recommend coming to see me twice a week, if I don't see you in my office, I will hunt you down, and drag you back to it by your ears. Is that another point we're clear on?"

She smiled kindly to him and finally let his arm go, she had held him tight, and no doubt probably left a bruise, if he was as fragile as he appeared anyways. If not, than it probably wouldn't have phased him too much.

"You know, I'm adopting a daughter that is much like you, easily startled, but than again, I do suppose I was a tiny bit out of line, but, oh well, you'll have to deal with it, I'm not going to change for a whiny little kid. That wouldn't be fair to my students who have me for class, and my god, they wish I would change, I guess I am a hard teacher, just preparing them for college."

She seemed totally at ease, being rude, and nice and than rude again, she was more rambling on to herself than to him, but she had hoped he had payed close attention to what she had said.

"And don't worry honey, I don't bite, I scratch, but I don't bite."

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[Sieffre De Sauveterre]

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Staring up at the ceiling he supposed that it could have gone better. But then, perhaps, his nerves had been on the frayed side of things in a volitile combonation between him and his animal. To have the flight ingrained as his first reaction to anything that he felt he could not handle so deeply it ran he sometimes wondered if running was the only thing he was capable of doing. It was becoming more and more obvious that a person would have to hang on to him if they wanted to complete a sentence with out him running off on them. A sad but true part of his life that often made him feel hopeless at times and less than human when he required a good run just to have all those chaotic thoughts reach some sort of peace once more (and once he'd decided on if he would hide or not from the revelation that came). But this time he had no hope of running away, except for maybe fainting, not with a teacher who's posture screamed predator. With a spasmatic roll of grey-blue eyes he watched this new professor turn with a snarl towards his Composition teacher. Using her distraction he attempted to detangle himself from the chair and get away, managing to move back only a few feet before his back connected with a book case.

Of course he froze as soon as Iseki turned back to him, his breath even stopping, hopelessly watching as she took a step towards him. The too large red, and black patterned, sweater had slid all the way down to his right elbow in his haste to get away, and with in the confines of the sleeve his right hand curled in to a fist and his nails cut in to his palm, the odd way the sweater hung off of his body feeling all the more constricting and uncomfortable. A shallow breath eased it's way through his lips as he watched her in the way a trapped rabbit would watch the hunters hound as those final few meters were closed.

They clashed, on a basic level of colour anyways, even while not really watching her face, while he was dressed in near head to toe red she was dressed in a blue hue of some sort. He let her words wash over him all the same, listening but barely grasping their meaning, at least until she hit asking him what is name was anyways. Although it took him a moment to recognise that fact given her accent (yet another accented teacher the school had a few of them after all) absently he licked his lips the words coming out in a near squeek. "De Sauveterre."

His last name barely managed to escape his lips before an iron grip had him by the shoulder pulling him upwards. Sieffre's eyes wided considerably when she all but invited him to oggle at her, which was disturbing in more ways than one, and her less than teacherly looking outfit standing over him. The busy ticking of who knew how many watches all but deafening him in one ear. Eyes widening a bit more at the next words that left her lips that offered him more punishment and telling him that there was something wrong with him.

And people wondered why he was afraid of woman at times. Seriously did he need a reason when there were females like this around.

Another shallow breath entered his lips again, a soft whistle, as he lasped in to silence again. Half hoping that someone would come and save him from this woman, this scary woman, before that list of fears he carried grew to add females to the long list. But as the shaking took over he doubted that he would manage to be that lucky. He never really was lately.

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[Sayuri Iseki]

"Sieffre De Sauveterre; quite an
interesting name, is it French,
Greek, Latin, Spanish? I am no
good at guessing origins of names.
Though whatever it is, it's a
handsome name, for a handsome
person, I bet your family must be
proud. For surely under this startled
appearance is a strong man waiting
for a damsel in distress to come along,
most men are, if you are different, I
envy you, though I can see that you
are not quite the normal person, so I
won't be surprised if you are good
natured and pure, it'd be wonderful."

Iseki watched the child, he
seemed so gentle, but yet,
so scared at the same time,
it was obvious he wanted to
flee, she had barely caught
his name, so she knew when
she said it herself, she had
mispronounced it, but with
her accent, unless he was
listening closely, he probably
wouldn't have noticed it. He
reminded her of a rabbit,
squirrel, or mouse, she wasn't
sure which she could imagine
him turning into, but that
wasn't the point. The point was,
he was recommended to her,
and she needed to help him, or
lose him.

She couldn't help herself, he was
so innocent and timid that she
quickly took a step closer and
hugged him, her arms going
under his to wrap around his
shoulders, she hugged him as
if he was her best friend, and
she didn't mind, but he most
likely did. But her hug came
with a plan, as she hugged him,
she slowly exerted pressure to
make him sit down with her on
the floor, yes, the elusive
Sayuri Kitsu Iseki, was going to
sit on the floor, and she had
given someone a hug! It was
a miracle.

Once she had made sure they
were both seated she kicked off
her heels and sat with her legs
tucked beneath her body to
make sure not to flash anything,
and because that's how she had
always sat in Japan. It was her
life, traditional, she was raised
that way. She smiled kindly,
the smile not necessarily reaching
her eyes, but she did. She slid her
hands down the sleeves of his
sweater, adjusting it as it was out
of line, and grabbed a hold of
his wrists like they were good
friends, she wanted him to be
comfortable.

Not that it was happy much, he
seemed to get even more
uncomfortable just the second she
looked at him, much less touched
him, his body reactions easily
warned her that he was scared,
uncomfortable, and wanted to run
away, she didn't need his facial
features for that, or his horrid
breathing styles. "You know my dear,
if you keep breathing like that
oxygen is going to be cut off from
your brain and your going to
become a vegetable, I won't be able
to survey your psychological
status if that happens, so please,
wont' you just relax?"

Her voice had grown extremely
warm and kind, had she taken
her medications? She couldn't
remember, but her moods were
suddenly changing, from pissed
off, to violent, to cuddly, to kind,
what was next? She blinked that
thought away, she didn't want to
know what was next, because
knowing her it was inappropriate
for a student, teacher relationship,
not that hugging hadn't gone a
little out of line, and than forcing
him to stand up, and than forcing
him to sit down, not to mention
threatening him, hitting him,
giving him permission to stare
down her dress...

Okay, so Iseki's ethics were a little,
messed up, she wasn't afraid to admit
that, she would blare it out to the
whole wide world if she was asked
too, and she would also admit that
she was a horrible teacher, her
psychology ethics she was sure
were still entirely intact, that
was about all, thank god she had
some ethics that weren't trash.
"So, Sieffre, what do you wish me
to call you, Sieffre, De Sauveterre,
Mr. Sieffre, Mr. De Sauveterre, or
are there any nicknames you wish
for me to call you by those name?"

It would be extremely helpful if she
knew what to call him, that way
he would be sightly less awkward
being called something he didn't
want to be called, and she'd be less
awkward calling him something
wrong. Of course now she would
worry about her morals since she
was ready to start a minor session
with him, completely off the charts,
she would make herself act a little
more inline, but it was her nature
to be touchy touchy, it might have
been because she had gone so long
without actually enjoying someone's
companionship that made her.

"Let me explain my sessions. I am
much more well behaved, and I
am not usually this hands on," she
waved his arms around because she
waved her own to demonstrate a
point, "and I almost never threaten
people unless I know that it'll help
them, so that is very rare. I apologize
for threatening you earlier, I was out
of line, but I had to test you to see how
bad you were and if you were worth
my time. I know that sounds cruel,
but, if you are perfectly stable,
why bother putting you through hell?"

She smiled at him kindly again, she
had the urge to comfort him, to make
him happy, but she knew she couldn't,
she had to keep this completely
professional, for just once in her life,
"I know you won't be able to warm
up to me, I don't blame I went way
out of line with the things I said, and
the things I did, I understand this,
but I think, I would have more of a
chance of being able to help you, if
you knew a little about about who
I am, for you sake."

She looked at the ceiling she had
no idea if this was truly necessary
but it felt like it was, so she was
going to waste her time, and her
breathe, and most likely, both of
them would be late for their next
class, she would walk him there
and explain to his teacher, that
way he didn't get into trouble,
that would have been horrible if
he had gotten into trouble on her
behalf, than she knew he would
definitely hate her, and resent
her, he didn't seem like the one
to ever be late for class.

"I'm Sayuri Kitsu Iseki, Japanese origin,
born, well, a while ago, I'm twenty-four
years of age, single, no children, in the
process of adoption, and plan on staying
single for many years to come. I've lived
with my mother and father and older
brother, all three extremely abusive
towards me. I got interested in psychology
because I was seeing multiple psychologists
for multiple reasons, the most important
were my bi-polar disorder and
schizophrenia, my schizophrenia
effect more of my train of thought,
but I've gotten that under control,
a little better, and bi-polar..."

She figured he new what the Bi-Polar
disorder was, it often effect a persons
mood, "So in the long run, I'm like,
fifty times more fucked up than you
are, you have a future though boy,
so, we want to fix you, it won't be hard,
you are a sweet child, so it will be easy
to fix whatever is wrong with you, you
just have to let me inside your head a
little bit, and, you will sign a legal
document which I will have a copy of
the school, and you will all have copies."

She hoped he knew what the purpose
of that document was, "The purpose
of that legal document is to ensure
that we have a patient, doctor
relationship saying I cannot bring
your problems outside of my office,
or wherever we hold our sessions,
to anyone outside of it. Meaning,
my lips are eternally sealed. If I
break this vow, you can sue me for
a lot of money and get me arrested
for a lot of years, and my practicing
and teaching rights will be removed
and I would be untrusted by the
entire world, I like that idea."

The sarcasm was a bit heavy in her
last four words, but she shrugged
it off, "I want to at least try this,
please, if you don't like it after two
sessions I'll leave you alone, if you
don't agree to participate at all,
my lose, if you think I'm leaking
information about you to the world,
well, the courts will easily believe
you over me, I mean, look at me, I
can't even dress appropriately to
teach, how the hell do they expect
me to tell the truth, which I do,
so do think not."

"Oh, and, a plus, during sessions,
I'm only allowed to ask, short,
simple questions that are relevant
to your psych so, I won't be talking
as much but I will be listening to
you, the point of my sessions are to
basically take a precision look of how
you think of yourself, others, and
your past, present, and future, to
decide whether or not you are stable
enough to be in society without some
sort of aid, such as medications or
regular psychological therapy sessions,
if I can get a good evaluation, I'll
probably pass you off."

Of course there was always the
off chance that he would get a
bed evaluation and than she'd
probably pass him on to Masato,
for the sake of the child's sanity.
She doubted he liked being called
a child, the thought had just
dawned on her, why had she not
stopped calling him child sooner?
She was such a moron, he'd
probably hate her for an eternity
if she didn't hurry up and shut the
hell up, so she was going to take a
moment to catch her breath, stil
l hanging onto his thin, slender
wrists.

WC
Seventeen Thousand

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Sieffre <3

Note
I'm sorry for it being so long, Iseki just... explodes for this thread, I have no idea why, I think Sieffre reminds her of Hina....<3

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