A/N: I promised I didn't forget about this! I have a few things I'm working on, so I got a bit distracted. So sorry~
Warnings : KuroFai fic, slow fic, social fic, AU fic. There's one Sci-Fi element - highly advanced false limbs and organs. They're on the pricey side, but with good upkeep they can last a long time. (As a frame of reference, think 'I, Robot' for the look and whatnot. If you haven't watched the movie, I recommend it.)
Anyways, this beginning is an odd one - but the next chapter should be up in a few days. But here's the low down. Every few chapters, we'll take a look into Kurogane's counseling sessions. It'll be pretty much just dialogue to counter how heavy the narration is in this story so far. Now, I'm no expert in psychology, so they won't be perfect, but I'm not afraid to say that I have been to counseling for myself, so I have some experience. Anyways, that said…Here you go!
"Now then, Mister Suwa. May I call you Kurogane? Excellent."
"Aren't you even going to let me answer?"
"Nope! Kurogane it is." Yuko Ichihara smiled as she looked up at her latest patient. Kurogane Suwa. Profession, bodyguard. One body enhancement, an arm, Gin Ryuu model, and looking for more of the same line. "It says here you want to replace you other arm, an eye, and…oh my, even your legs? That's quite the set of procedures."
"Yeah," Kurogane grunted, sitting back in the large chair. "But I can't do anything until you write that I'm sane enough to do it. So just mark it off and I'll be out of your hair."
"Hmmm…" Yuko tapped her lips with the end of her pencil, then set the clipboard away and crossed her legs, smiling mysteriously. "Why do you want these enhancements?"
"Is that any of your business?" Kurogane openly glared.
Hostile personality. Quite defensive. Yuko made mental notes as she continued to smile. "Of course it is, it's the exact reason I'm here. Well then. If you could have any wish, what would it be?"
"For this stupid session to be over," Kurogane muttered. "To be stronger."
"That's a stupid question. I want to be strong, to be stronger."
"Why do you want to be stronger?" Yuko tilted her head. When Kurogane just shrugged, Yuko laughed. "Fine, then, we can tackle that later." She looked up at the wall, behind Kurogane. "Well, we still have fifty minutes. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"It's all on the paper," Kurogane said, nodding at the clipboard.
"Let's see. Your schooling. Your occupation. Family medical history. No, I don't see you here, I only see what you've done." Yuko smiled. "In order to grant your wish, you'll need to pay a price. And that starts with telling me about yourself. So go ahead and talk, tough guy."
Kurogane growled, but complied. "I was born in Japan, 24 years ago…."