Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Borderline ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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AN: I don't sugar coat. Hell, I don't even Splenda coat! (Does not own Splenda) This will be realistic down to the very last detail, based on personal experiences. Do not expect sob stories. Do not expect romantic mush. This may be a KisaIta yaoi fic, but Itachi will not under any circumstances play the role of the “weepy uke” and run sobbing into Kisame's “masculine arms” and beg to be fucked. This will not be rated M for loving sexual encounters.

 

WARNINGS: mental illness, mentions and vague flashbacks of rape, self mutilation, homosexual relationships, consensual sex, tobacco use, alcohol use, mentions of illegal substance abuse, and whatever else pops out of my mind that I feel necessary to convey Itachi's life and mindset.

 

Constructive criticism is welcome, as are reviews. If you feel the need to flame me, do it.

 

 

Itachi shifted slightly in the chair he was in. Even after spending an hour a week for the past three years in it, it still wasn't comfortable. He glanced down at the faux blue jean cushion under him, watching as it slipped out from under him a little bit more with each subtle movement he made. No, not comfortable at all.

 

“Itachi, you seem very distracted today.” A straightforward statement, he noticed suspiciously. She's trying to get a rise out me early today, hm? She must be building up to something. He nodded in response.

 

“It's been three years since you began therapy with me. You've progressed steadily, but your parents and I believe you're going a little to slow.” She paused a moment, then pursed her lips at the lack of response. “It's time for the next step.”

 

The stoic boy looked up sharply at that. “Next step?” He asked incredulously. “Since when have there been steps?”

 

“We discussed it in our first session. The first step was to balance out your emotions through the use of psychiatric medications. It's taken a while, but you haven't had any crises in the past six months on your current dosages.”

“It's difficult to have a crisis when you're so drugged up you can barely move,” he deadpanned. She nodded, wincing inwardly. 3 mg of Risperdol for mood stabilization, .5 mg of Klonopin for anxiety and panic, and 75 mg or Effexor for depression was an extreme regimen that would normally be taboo considered too much for any one patient. Itachi's case was extreme though. He was treatment resistant, as was typical for his diagnoses. She sighed. Borderline personalities were common for their uncooperativeness.

 

“It took three years to get this far, Itachi. Now it's time for step two.”

 

“And what, pray tell, is step two Shizune-san?”

 

“Integration. You've been home schooled for three years now, and you're well beyond what a sixteen year old is normally academically capable of.” She took note of her patient's white knuckles as he gripped the armrests of his seat, knowing what was coming. “We're enrolling you back into school.” His lips thinned, but he said nothing. “Since you've excelled so far, you'll be entering as a senior. The school year will begin on this coming up Monday.”

 

“This Monday?” He repeated. “But that's only four days away!”

 

She nodded. “Precisely. We wanted to give you enough time to prepare but not enough to panic.”

 

“I see.”

 

“We don't want you to feel alone and pressured though. I've recommended to your parents two groups that you would do well to join. The first being Emotions Anonymous, which is a version of the twelve step program based on coping with your emotions. The second is a small group I teach once a week. It specifically caters to Borderline Personalities, but it's used for anyone with any sort of emotional disregulation. It's called Dialectic Behavioral Therapy, DBT skills for short, and it follows an eight week pattern in which we discuss certain coping skills for severe emotional distress and other topics pertaining to the skills.”

 

“I see.” Shizune made another note: Patient shuts down at mention of socializing in any setting with strangers.

 

“You're parents have all the information. They have the DBT text as well, so feel free to read over that in the following week.” She glanced at her watch. Time's up. “That's it for today. I'll see you next Wednesday, and you can tell me all about your new school.”

 

Itachi responded by standing up and walking out of the room without a backward glance. Shizune sighed, flipping through his chart. The boy had so much potential; he was beyond intelligent. All the tests he had taken over the past three years had proved that. They had also proved that he was deeply disturbed and insecure, among other things. She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling the familial twinge of a migraine blossoming behind her eyes, as was tradition after sessions with the Uchiha boy. After the first month with the surly, uncooperative boy she had been tempted to take up her mentor's drinking habit. She had thus far resisted temptation by some miracle, though she did make it a point to carry around an economy sized bottle of pain relievers.

 

She sighed again, closing the file and buzzing in the next patient. She tossed the file onto her desk. An easy social anxiety case, once a month sessions. No meds. Her office door creaked open, and a young woman stepped in smiling nervously. Shizune smiled encouragingly, motioning for her to take a seat in any of the chairs in the room.

 

And back to work she went.

 

 

Well, prologue done. It was a little dry, but it had to be done. The next chapter will introduce Itachi's life outside of therapy, which will be the pattern for most of the story save for a few group sessions and therapy sessions that I deem important.

 

As far as the medications went, they exist, and those are real dosages. They belong to whatever pharmaceutical company owns them.

 

DBT is real. It's a class based on a book and work book by Marsha Linehan. If you want to know more, search the web. Emotions Anonymous is another real group. Yes, it is a twelve step program.

 

Expect longer chapters in the future. Thank you for reading!

~The knave of Hearts