Chapter Twenty: Cataplexy:
November 10th, 1999.
San Diego, California. The school official walked Anna to the guidance councilâ€™s office. The girl looked down at her feet. Her hands appeared so pale as she kept stroking on her knuckles. The girl arrived here in the US nine days ago. Anna didnâ€™t know any English or anybody. The shock of Daisukeâ€™s death prevented her from functioning normally, let alone adjusting in a foreign country. Worried for her sake, her teachers suggested that she seek counseling. Thatâ€™s why she was here. The official turned to the girl and noticed not once did she look up at her. She tried to touch her, but Anna flinched her away. The woman tried to appear nice.
â€œItâ€™s okay, dear,â€ she said, â€œThis man is a professional; he can help you.â€ Her Japanese sounded so rusty. She probably said something other than what she meant to. Anna didnâ€™t respond either way. Her eyes were fixed on her feet. The school official breathed out in awkward silence.
â€œOkayâ€¦â€ she mumbled to herself before turning to the door and knocking on the firm wood.
â€œEnter,â€ a man said inside. The official opened the door and peeked around inside. Dr. Yamashita sat at his desk reading over his charts. He glanced up at the woman and the sophomore in the doorway watching him. The staff member walked forward.
â€œSir,â€ she said, â€œHere is the patient I was talking about.â€ The doctor returned to his charts in his hand.
â€œLeave us,â€ he said. The official blinked.
â€œBut sirâ€¦â€ she began to say. Dr. Yamashita looked up at her with a cold look in his eye.
â€œGet out,â€ he repeated in a stern tone. The official stared at him dumbfounded.
â€œWhy sir?â€ she asked, still not seeing what was going on.
â€œI want to speak to Kimoto-chan alone,â€ he said in a strict tone. The school official closed her mouth and bowed her head.
â€œYes sir,â€ she said in a small voice before she turned to leave. The woman leaned down to Anna just as she was about to walk out the door.
â€œThis man will help you,â€ she whispered in her ear in her best Japanese, â€œListen to what he has to say.â€ Anna didnâ€™t respond as the official left the room. Dr. Yamashita turned his attention to the girl. She started at him pale in the face. The doctor smiled at her.
â€œTake a seat,â€ he said. Anna complied without a word.
August 11th, 2009.
Anna felt sheepish for sitting in the Kyoto Psychology Center waiting room this morning. Tsuzuki needed her, somebody, anybody right now. She should be with him, but, to help him she needed to help herself first.
â€œIs it okay if I visit the KPC again?â€ she whispered to him on the floor. Tsuzuki sat beside of her staring at the floor in a daze. Anna caressed him on the cheek and kissed it. Her lips touched his ear.
â€œI will go to the shrink, pick us up something to eat, and come back. How does that sound?â€ The man didnâ€™t respond to her question. Anna nuzzled the shinigamiâ€™s neck.
â€œIâ€™ll even give you my number if you want to call me, okay?â€ she whispered. Anna gently let go of Tsuzuki and walked over to the desk. She reached inside of his coat and pulled out his phone.
â€œYou have the Kimoto Manor number already,â€ she told him in a soft voice, â€œIâ€™m giving you my cell number.â€ Anna programmed her number into the phone. She even placed it in for speed dialing. The woman handed the phone to her lover.
â€œHere,â€ Anna as she placed the phone at his feet. â€œIâ€™m going to take a shower and get dressed, okay?â€ Tsuzuki didnâ€™t even stir. Anna kissed him on the forehead and went into the bathroom. In close to an hour, she came back out. Tsuzuki still sat on the floor looking down. Anna knelt down and kissed him on the forehead.
â€œI will be right back, I promise,â€ she murmured at his skin. The woman stood up and left the room.
That idea wasnâ€™t so good anymore, but what could she do? The woman was already out here, might as well make the most of it. She looked around the room. There werenâ€™t many people here this morning. Anna looked at her phone rather nervous. No missed calls or texts just yet. The woman looked up at the ceiling with her cheeks puffed up.
Hope heâ€™s alright, she thought.
â€œAnna?â€ a voice asked in. The woman didnâ€™t move at first.
â€œAnna,â€ the voice said again. The woman glanced up in front of her to find an old man looking at her close in the face. Anna blinked hard at first.
â€œDr. Yamashita?â€ she whispered, â€œDr. Yamashita? What are you doing here?â€ The older man quickly covered her mouth and looked around.
â€œShhh!â€ he said back, â€œNot here!â€
â€œWhere?â€ Anna asked under his hand. The therapist glanced around for a quick second. He spotted the back door.
â€œCome with me,â€ he said a quick hushed tone. Before Anna could speak, the older man grabbed her by the hand and dragged her outside.
â€œSlow down!â€ Anna cried. Dr. Yamashita didnâ€™t listen while he kept on running. Once outside, the old man let go of her arm. Anna went into integration mode.
â€œOkay, are you really Yamashita? How did you find me and why?â€ she asked. The manâ€™s eyes became grim.
â€œYes, I am Dr. Yamashita,â€ he said, â€œYesterday one of my colleagues described a patient matching your description in a case. I thought, that couldnâ€™t be, you died four months ago. So, I had to see for myself. And here you are, alive and well!â€ Anna blinked as she tilted her head at him.
â€œOkayâ€¦â€ she said, â€œI donâ€™t mean to sound rude or anything, but why do you need to see me?â€ Dr. Yamashita lowered his head in shame.
â€œI need your help,â€ he mumbled, â€œI might have caused someoneâ€™s deathâ€¦â€