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My first official Ding, ladies and gentleman. Don't judge me too harshly, I wrote this quickly today while trying to get some work done.


Anna settled back behind her desk and smiled at the patient seated on the sofa.

“Begin wherever you like. This being our first session, I find it’s usually easier for my patients to start with their childhood and work their way up to adulthood.”

“Thank you,” her patient replied. He paused, uncertain. “Well, there was this one kid who I think I got addicted to child ****.”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. He came over one day…”

Tsukinomahou stepped through the front door and smiled at his friend. “So what’s up? What did you want to show me?”

His host grinned from ear to ear. “You totally need to see what I found on the internet. It’s crazy.”

Tsuki was led through the house and stopped at his friends’ bedroom. A heavy metal poster adorned the closed door, replete with a scantily clad woman with large hair and a guitarist trying to look like the devil.

“Your mom lets you keep posters like this?” he asked softly.

His friend grunted and smirked. “She’s so drunk most of the time, she has no idea what I’ve got in my room.” Tsuki smiled back nervously and followed him through the door.

“Here it is,” he said after clicking a few times on the computer set up in the corner. “It’s called Miyuki-chan in Wonderland. you’ll never believe some of this sh*t.” Tsuki settled on his friends bed and waited for the website to load.

“Look at that,” his friend smirked. “Can you believe some guys get hot seeing this? I mean look, that girl can’t be more than ten.”

Tsuki felt odd. He felt flushed, and his palms were sweating. And there was something happening with his pants, they felt too tight. “I, uh, I think I’m getting sick. I should go home.”

He stood up, just as his friend turned to look at him. “What do you mean- What the hell, Tsuki!” Tsukinomahou turned to run out the door. “Damn, man, you’ve got a woody, what the @#%^? You’re sick!”

Tsuki ran out of the room, down the hall and heard the front door slam behind him.

“I never saw that kid again, but I heard some nasty sh*t about him.”

“Well,” Anna replied, jotting some notes down on the legal pad she kept handy. “That had to be a bit traumatic. Do you feel guilty for showing that to such a young boy?”

“Guilty?” her patient seemed honestly perplexed. “Hell no, it’s not my fault he got aroused looking at little girls.”

Anna paused and looked up at him. “So, no remorse?”

“Why should I?”

Anna regarded him for a moment, then replied, “Why don’t you tell me a little more about your family? Your home life?”

“Well,” her patient replied, “There was one thing I am a little ashamed of.”

“Go on.”

“When I was a kid my brother and I had bunk beds….”

Allegory kissed his mother and father good night and slowly began climbing the stairs to his room. He could hear his brother downstairs, also saying his good nights to the family.

At the top of the stairs, he slipped inside the bathroom, turned on the light, and locked the door. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a long time, then washed his face and brushed his teeth.

He started to leave, then paused, his hand almost on the door handle.

“Hey, Allegory,” he heard his brother call from the other side of the hollow wood. “You almost done? Damn, man, make sure you bury the Kleenex in the trash, that’s nasty.”

Allegory flinched. He turned off the light and let himself out of the bathroom, slipping by his brother, careful not to brush up against him.

Once in his bedroom, he paused only briefly at the threshold, straining his ear toward the bathroom to hear what his brother might be doing. Still hearing the sink running, he ran over to his bureau and tore through his pajama drawer. Pulling out a pair of cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt, he pulled them on as quickly as he could, and jumped into the botoom bunk, pulling the covers over his head and turning toward the wall. He tried to still his heart, and began to breath slowly and evenly, hoping it would sound like he was asleep.

The pipes rattled and squealed as his brother turned off the water. He could hear the bathroom door opening on squeaky hinges. His brothers shadow streched across the floor and fell partially onto his bed. He tried to suppress a shudder.

His brother slowly changed into his sleepwear, then the entire bed frame shook as he clamored up the ladder and threw himself onto the top bunk. Allegory forgot to breath normally, and his breaths came in fast gulps of air. He pulled his rigid body into a tight little ball.

“Hey, you asleep?” came the familiar whisper from the top bunk. Allegory ignorned him. “I know you aren’t. I’m scared, can I come sleep with you?”

Allegory whimpered a little. He jumped when he felt the other side of the bed sink down to accommodate his brothers’ weight. He hadn’t even heard him climb down the ladder, how did he move so silently?

He wanted to scream, “No, not again!” when he felt that feather light touch on the back of his neck, but his throat had closed up.

“And, you did this every night?” Anna asked, appalled but not really shocked. She had heard much worse in her line of work.

“Pretty much. It started as a joke, I wanted to see when he’d whine to our parents. Kid never cracked. Well, I mean he never told. I hear he’s more than a little cracked now.”

Anna frowned. “Yes, I would imagine that something like that would cause someone to have severe psychological problems.”

The sat in silence for a few moments, Anna studying her notes and trying to decide if she wanted this session to continue and her patient studying his fingernails.

“So,” Anna finally said. “Would you like to tell me more about your childhood?”

"Not much else to tell, I don’t think. Well, there was this one kid that I gave an eating disorder to.”

“Eating disorder…?” Anna raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah. See, I went to visit him…”

Hellboy grinned over at his new friend. “So what do you want to do now?”

“I have an idea. Let’s have an eating contest.”

Hellboy frowned. “What do you mean? Like pie eating?”

His friend grinned up at him. “Sorta. But we don’t have a bunch of pies just laying around, do we dumbass?”

Hellboy fidgeted a little. “I asked you not to call me that.”

“Yeah, whatever. No, an eating contest is where we go into the kitchen and see who can eat the most sh*t. Just whatever’s around.”

Hellboy thought about it a moment, then he frowned. “ I don’t know. My mom doesn’t like me to eat too much.”

“That’s just because you’re mom’s a douche and she doesn’t want to pay for more food. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Torn between his longing for a friend and his longing for his mother’s approval, Hellboy finally gave in. “Well, ok.”

They sat in the kitchen with a huge pile of food from the refridgerator in front of them. “Ready, set, go!” his friend said. They each grabbed for the leftover chicken and dug in.

A few chicken legs and half a jar of pickles later, Hellboy watched his friend sit back and place one hand over a tight belly. “What’re you doing?” he asked around a mouthful of buttered bread.

“Ugh, I’m done. I can’t eat anymore.”

“So I win,” Hellboy grinned.

“Not yet, the food ain’t gone.”

“What do you mean?” Hellboy reached for another pickle and frowned at his friend.

“You gotta eat all the food before you can win. Right now we’re just tied.”

Hellboy groaned around a mouthful of canned peaches and reached for a bottle of water.

“Did he eat it all?” Anna asked, fascinated in spite of herself.

“Every last bit,” her patient replied, smirking a little. “I hear he’s a real ****** now.”

“My God,” Anna mumbled. She scribbled a few more frantic notes on her legal pad, and knew she was hooked. This one might even get her a spot in the APA this year. “Go on, please.”

Her patient regarded her for a moment. “I don’t know if you’re ready for delving into my adult life yet.”

She looked up from her pad and frowned at him. “I’ve been in this line of work for years, nothing can shock me.”

“Hmmm, nothing?”

Anna smiled and folded her hands in front of her. “Nothing, I promise.”

Her patient grinned at her. Then he sat there, grinning for a while, and she began to get a little uncomfortable.

“Alright,” he said. “Let me tell you about this kid…”

Usagichan dumped the bucket full of sand back out into the sand box and scooped up the Hotwheels that he had placed in a row on the edge of the wooden planks. “Vrrooooom!” he cried gleefully, pushing them through the sand and making tracks.

A large booted foot kicked sand into his face and he coughed, dropping his Hotwheels and rubbing sand out of his eyes. “Hey,” he grumbled. After getting most of the tiny granuals out of his eyes, he looked up at the owner of the boots.

A large man grinned down at him. There was a spot of drool running down over his chin, he was wearing a large black overcoat and carried a bottle tucked into a paper bag. “Hey, kid,” the stranger slurred. “What’re you doin’?”

“Playin’,” Usagi said softly.

“Stand up here, lemme see how tall you are.” Usagi automatically responded to the adult command and scrambled up to his feet. When he looked back at the grinning man, a small chunck of ice formed deep in his belly. “Why, you just about reach my belt buckle,” he said.

Usagi carefully backed out of the sandbox, edging toward his grandmother’s house.

“Say, kid, you like animals?” the stranger slurred.

Usagi nodded, his eyes wide. His heart thumped in his chest like a trapped bird beating itself against the bars of its cage.

“Yeah, I bet you do. Most kids do. Dogs do, too.” The drunk stranger paused, and Usagi edged backwards a little farther. The man shook his head as if trying to dislodge a thought out of his mind, then took another step towards Usagi. “You would’ve liked Brown Duck,” he said softly. "She was a good duck.” He paused again. “Well, she was a retarded duck, but she was good. There’s nothing wrong with retards, boy.”

Usagichan felt the siding of the house press against his thin T-Shirt. Startled, he looked around and saw that he was about 150 yards from the back door. He whimpered and looked back at the stranger.

“Let me show you what Brown Duck liked most of all…” The stranger reached down for his belt buckle.

“And you put your…” Anna stopped herself. She supressed a shudder.

“The kid had it coming. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s pretty fucked up now, too, though.” He paused and looked at Anna. “I guess maybe I have done a few things that I’m not totally proud of. But you can’t say I won’t be remembered.”

He grinned at her. Anna swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile. “Well, look at that, our time is up.”

BT stood up and offered her his hand. “Thanks, doc. I needed someone to listen to me talk about me some more. I appreciate it.”

Anna watched him leave, surprised that there was a light spring in his step and he seemed to be humming a tune. Anna slumped back into her office chair.


Moral of the story: Everything is about BT.


Edited, Nov 2nd 2007 3:49pm by Belkira

Oh hi dere, 10k :D

Interesting....

Oh awesome. Extra points for being the first person I've heard in years use the word "woody."

Best ding ever

Grats, Belkira!

I feel like you really get me.

Hands down my favorite ding thread, ever. Easily.

Way better than anything Mindel or Anna have ever done.

Hmmm.. I wasn't anywhere to be found in it. Can't say I'm happy about that

Outstanding ding thread though, still.




Are we ready for Title guessing yet?

Wow. I feel so..... normal. Congrats on the lack of the fifth star!

sore cervix is awesome titleget

Congrats.

Win, internets, cookies, circlejerk, epic, legendary, gfy, gtfo, anyotheronesimissed.

I knew this was happening today. Grats.

Meh, CLAMP.