LOG: Psychology
Who: Akito and Hatori
When: Yesterday, shortly after Akito's post to the community
What: Akito isn't doing well. Hatori is not a psychologist.
Why: Because we felt like it!
Color code: Akito/Hatori
Those eyes... those eyes... why wouldn't they leave her alone? No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tried to push them
out of her mind, they were still there. She had to get out of that room. Maybe if she did, they'd go away. Yes, that was it. Just leave the room and it'd all go away. To the door Akito went, and, while she clearly had her destination set in her head, her feet had other ideas, for she stumbled a bit and knocked a vase off it's resting place, watching it shatter on the ground.
She stumbled away from it before tripping and landing on the floor, staring at the mess she had inadvertantly caused. Shattered. Like everything else was.
Akito had to force herself not to scream.
Hatori slowly walked through the halls of the main house. He wasn't in the mood for this today (although, if he was honest for himself, he'd admit he was never in the mood for it), but it was his job, and he'd do it.
After all, Akito was his God.
He slowly slid open the door of the woman's room, stepping through. "Akito-sa..." His gaze fell on the vase. "What happened?"
She didn't notice Hatori's entrance, though she did hear his voice. That was enough. The vase, the one she couldn't take her eyes off of... heh. She had probably cut her hand when it broke. Not that it mattered. None of it mattered.
"....it won't leave me alone," Akito whispered inaudibly, slowly turning to look at Hatori, her eyes wide. Hatori was here now. Everything would be fine now, wouldn't it?
Hatori stepped towards Akito, glancing at the blood and gesturing for the woman to come over. "What won't, Akito-san?" He readied a roll of bandages, deciding he could deal with the most obvious damage first.
He wasn't sure if there actually was any other physical damage, but he could deal with that once Akito had calmed down some.
Akito glanced up at Hatori once again, all but springing to her feet and immediately moving close to him, staring at him with her wide eyes. "...don't leave me alone, Hatori..."
Hatori gently took Akito's injured hand, beginning to wrap it in bandages. "You know I can't, Akito-san." His voice was calm, although with just a slight edge to it.
Akito was silent for a moment. ".....do you hate me....?" Could they hate her? She was their God, after all....
"..No, Akito-san. I don't hate you." Hatori tied off the bandages. "None of us do." He looked at Akito again, tilting his head. "Now, what else do you need? Are you sick?"
And those eyes still wouldn't leave her alone now... why wouldn't they go away? Akito closed her eyes and pulled closer to Hatori, fisting her hand into his shirt. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"It's hard to treat nausea as a solo symptom." Hatori remained calm and reassuring, letting Akito hold onto him.
"I know," Akito replied, resisting the childish urge to bury her head against Hatori's chest. She contented herself with resting her forehead against it instead, closing her eyes. She'd be fine. Hatori was here. He understood, didn't he...? She'd be fine as long as he just let her stay like this for a little while longer.
Hatori sighed and wrapped one arm gently around Akito. "You'll be fine, Akito-san. Just don't overexert that hand, alright?"
"I won't." She knew better, after all. Hatori always lectured her about overexerting herself, anyway.
Eventually Hatori released the girl, gently stepping back. "I should be going, Akito-san... Call me if you feel sick or hurt yourself again, alright?"
Akito nodded. Hatori was leaving---but it'd be fine. He lived here, after all. "Alright." She simply nodded and moved towards the window. Maybe she'd just stare outside it for awhile. That usually made her feel better...
Hatori headed back out into the halls again, sighing slightly. Akito clearly wasn't doing well mentally as well as physically, and he had no idea how to help.
He'd figure it out eventually. For now, it was easiest not to think about it.
When: Yesterday, shortly after Akito's post to the community
What: Akito isn't doing well. Hatori is not a psychologist.
Why: Because we felt like it!
Color code: Akito/Hatori
Those eyes... those eyes... why wouldn't they leave her alone? No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tried to push them
out of her mind, they were still there. She had to get out of that room. Maybe if she did, they'd go away. Yes, that was it. Just leave the room and it'd all go away. To the door Akito went, and, while she clearly had her destination set in her head, her feet had other ideas, for she stumbled a bit and knocked a vase off it's resting place, watching it shatter on the ground.
She stumbled away from it before tripping and landing on the floor, staring at the mess she had inadvertantly caused. Shattered. Like everything else was.
Akito had to force herself not to scream.
Hatori slowly walked through the halls of the main house. He wasn't in the mood for this today (although, if he was honest for himself, he'd admit he was never in the mood for it), but it was his job, and he'd do it.
After all, Akito was his God.
He slowly slid open the door of the woman's room, stepping through. "Akito-sa..." His gaze fell on the vase. "What happened?"
She didn't notice Hatori's entrance, though she did hear his voice. That was enough. The vase, the one she couldn't take her eyes off of... heh. She had probably cut her hand when it broke. Not that it mattered. None of it mattered.
"....it won't leave me alone," Akito whispered inaudibly, slowly turning to look at Hatori, her eyes wide. Hatori was here now. Everything would be fine now, wouldn't it?
Hatori stepped towards Akito, glancing at the blood and gesturing for the woman to come over. "What won't, Akito-san?" He readied a roll of bandages, deciding he could deal with the most obvious damage first.
He wasn't sure if there actually was any other physical damage, but he could deal with that once Akito had calmed down some.
Akito glanced up at Hatori once again, all but springing to her feet and immediately moving close to him, staring at him with her wide eyes. "...don't leave me alone, Hatori..."
Hatori gently took Akito's injured hand, beginning to wrap it in bandages. "You know I can't, Akito-san." His voice was calm, although with just a slight edge to it.
Akito was silent for a moment. ".....do you hate me....?" Could they hate her? She was their God, after all....
"..No, Akito-san. I don't hate you." Hatori tied off the bandages. "None of us do." He looked at Akito again, tilting his head. "Now, what else do you need? Are you sick?"
And those eyes still wouldn't leave her alone now... why wouldn't they go away? Akito closed her eyes and pulled closer to Hatori, fisting her hand into his shirt. "I think I'm going to be sick."
"It's hard to treat nausea as a solo symptom." Hatori remained calm and reassuring, letting Akito hold onto him.
"I know," Akito replied, resisting the childish urge to bury her head against Hatori's chest. She contented herself with resting her forehead against it instead, closing her eyes. She'd be fine. Hatori was here. He understood, didn't he...? She'd be fine as long as he just let her stay like this for a little while longer.
Hatori sighed and wrapped one arm gently around Akito. "You'll be fine, Akito-san. Just don't overexert that hand, alright?"
"I won't." She knew better, after all. Hatori always lectured her about overexerting herself, anyway.
Eventually Hatori released the girl, gently stepping back. "I should be going, Akito-san... Call me if you feel sick or hurt yourself again, alright?"
Akito nodded. Hatori was leaving---but it'd be fine. He lived here, after all. "Alright." She simply nodded and moved towards the window. Maybe she'd just stare outside it for awhile. That usually made her feel better...
Hatori headed back out into the halls again, sighing slightly. Akito clearly wasn't doing well mentally as well as physically, and he had no idea how to help.
He'd figure it out eventually. For now, it was easiest not to think about it.