Author's Note: GAH! I feel horrible starting yet another original story ::cries dramatically:: I need to go to therapy! Which in fact is sorta what this is about ^^ Yeah, I know. I'm crazy.

Plus I was stuck at home watching TV and the best thing on was The First Wives' Club, so…I got the idea from that. I don't really know why, I guess my thoughts were trailing while I watched the movie. And expect yet another story to come out soon, because I saw Pirates of the Caribbean when it came out (Wednesday) so expect pirates in my next one, savvy?

And yes, I know Aromance isn't a word ^^' but you know how there's "Therapeutic Aroma" thingys? Well…er shut up I know it's lame and stupid, and I'd erase it if I could think of a better title ::sticks tongue out::.

Therapeutic Aromance
Chapter One

It had been a little over a year since I had been in any sort of serious relationship. Well, any sort of relationship really. After an accident which I don't think I can explain at the moment for fear of a mental breakdown, and after my fiancee broke up with me I haven't been quite the same.

I look at it as if I just need some healing time to get rid of all the emotional stress it's caused me but I'm pretty sure a year should've been more than enough time to take a step forward in my life. But instead I've stayed in my place, if not backtracked.

Sure, on the outside I seem to be happy enough. I mean, why shouldn't I be? Because all anyone sees is that I'm a 'wealthy, young, handsome bachelor with a nice car a sturdy career and high self-esteem', everyone who knew me thought that as well because they figured I had already moved on with my life after the big breakup but they didn't even know about the other thing that had scarred me.

But that's part of the reason I'm going to see a psychiatrist. A very talented psychiatrist by the way, supposedly one of the best (and most expensive) he was a published author and was named Jin Eclipse.

Even now, if I'm attracted to someone and by chance if they share my attraction and it's not one sided…I know the usual reaction would be happiness but my liking for them changes to dislike, maybe even hatred. And I don't know why.

I figured it's probably because I was afraid of something. But what?

Commitment? Love? The future? What was it that I was so afraid of?

Though I was fairly sure my being afraid of commitment was out of the question, after all I was the one who wanted to get married.

Anyway, as the saying goes if I didn't put the 'pedal to the metal' then I was going to be late for my first appointment, and as it was scientifically proven that 90% of what a person thought of you came from first impressions.

Fifteen minutes later…

I made it inside the building a minute before my appointment was scheduled. 5:00 PM, right on the dot.

The receptionist looked up at me with a kind smile, "Name please?" it should have been a statement but I figured the woman was too nice to demand anything.

"My name is Yukio Kirenai," I said simply as I took a look around the waiting room, "I'm here to see Dr. Eclipse." And exactly what kind of last name is 'Eclipse'? I wondered, it most definitely wasn't Japanese, at any rate I was fairly sure his origin didn't matter much on account of the fact that he was probably some tight-ass blunt business man who made you feel as if he wasn't really there to listen to your problems but rather sit there, not pay attention, wait until you're done talking, spew out some worthless poetic sounding advice, kick you out after an hour session and get paid lots and lots of money..

Of course there was nothing wrong with that, but I needed some professional help so any help I could get was good.

The receptionist checked off something on her list and nodded at me, smile still plastered onto her face, "You're right on time Mr. Kirenai. Just take the elevator to the top floor and Mr. Eclipse should be awaiting your arrival."

Since when did psychiatrists get offices on top floors of eight story buildings? Oh well, I supposed it all didn't matter in the long run. The elevator stopped at floor eight and I walked out into a long hallway, I walked slightly aimlessly forward not sure exactly which door to go into, before I spotted the one with a sign that said 'Doctor Jin Eclipse - Psychiatric Ward' or something like that. I figured that was my door and walked through it without knocking.

I supposed my psychiatrist was sitting in his leather recliner, since that was really the only possible place he could be according to the fact that the very vast room didn't have any other doors to it.

"Ah, hello and welcome…" Dr. Eclipse began, before pausing to swivel his chair around to face me, "Yukio, was it?"

My breath caught in my throat, don't ask me why, I'm at a freaking psychiatrist, you think I'm ready to deal with the fact that I actually noticed this guy's looks? We'll just put it aside for now and explain it as envy for now. I rose an eyebrow and took a few milliseconds to compose myself, "I wasn't aware we were on first name basis, Dr. Eclipse."

It was Dr. Eclipse who rose an eyebrow this time, "Well I figured I'd inform you that you were," he said a slight sarcastic edge to his voice, "Call me Jin and know that anything said or revealed in this room doesn't leave this room. I won't discuss it with anyone else unless it is something that endangers the life of you or others." Without so much as giving me a chance to reply he continued, "Now that we're clear on the rules you can go ahead and sit down, tell me about yourself ask me questions, whatever you want."

He stood up and pulled up a smaller chair next to the couch which I was seated at. I didn't even remember sitting down.

And what's with the guy's clothes? Wasn't this supposed to be professional? He definitely wasn't dressed for the occasion.

He wore a white button up shirt and black slacks. I suppose he'd look a bit more serious about his work if his shirt was buttoned up and didn't expose his damned chest.

"Why's your office on the top floor and exactly how did you get such a good job at your age? You hardly look any older then me."

He stopped twirling in his swivel chair to look at me and shrug, "I have a top-floor office because I like the view and I have such a good job because I like what I do, and I was a child prodigy. Started college when I was twelve, graduated at sixteen, got my master's degree at twenty, worked from then on. And I think that about answers your question, I'm twenty-one by the way, drinking age." He added with a lopsided grin.

That's another thing that disturbed me, he seemed very carefree for someone who had to sit there and listen to people's problems all day. He had short messy dirty blonde hair, eyes full of happiness that were the color of the sea, a smile that seemed to be glued onto his face, nice chin, heart-shaped face, thin eyebrows, nice nose, he even had a pierced left ear and a light tan that completed his look. All in all he was fairly handsome, most likely dating someone or married already.

Jin's appearance either seemed to cancel out my own, or make mine seem more extreme. I had black chin-length hair which I kept in a low ponytail, hazel eyes, pale skin, and my chin wasn't nearly as defined as his was. Self-conscious-ness seemed to kick in at this point.

"Any other questions?" he asked, snapping me out of my reverie, "or would your rather just sit there and waste both our time-- Wait no, I take that back. If you just sat there and your time ran out I'd still get paid." He grinned at me and I rose an eyebrow.

"Wow, you offer your support so effortlessly." I said sarcastically and he chuckled a bit at this.

"So…why don't you begin telling me about your life? Your family?"

I shrugged and figured I'd start at the beginning, "Had a normal childhood really. My mother was a normal housewife who took care of me, my older brother, and my baby sister, and my father was a workaholic who would come home late everyday and leave early in the morning. The type who worked 75 hours six days a week, sometimes seven. He was paid well for whatever he did though, and that money was what supported us. But my mother often seemed depressed, sort of sad that her dream life had been crushed and altered into something else she hadn't wanted it to be. So, she made a decision, in my opinion a very stupid one, and left my father, I was seven at the time, my older brother was ten, and my baby sister was five.

"See, my mother's dream was to become some great artist but because of us and her 'suffocating' lifestyle as she called it, she could never work on her paintings. She left me and my sister, Yukari, and took Kurushimi with her to wherever she went. I never saw my brother again from that point of time, I was crushed of course because Kurushimi was my idol at the time. The person I looked up to most…

"…and he was taken away from me. We hardly ever saw our father because he was often out of town on business and we moved to America for a few years where I learned to speak English from the woman who would take care of us all the time. She became somewhat of a second mother to my sister and I. "She would lavish so much affection on us, though I soon found out it was probably because she missed her own two children who had died in a plane crash three years before we met her.

"Yukari and I went to local American schools, Yukari did well and made many friends but I was a bit more reserved. I was in fourth grade and my sister had just begun second, I was finally getting used to my new surroundings when father decided to move again, one day out of the blue. I think that was the day I cried most because I felt as if I was being deprived of a mother-like figure for the second time in my eight years of living, and even poor Yukari sobbed that entire day." I smiled somewhat nostalgically as I recalled all that had happened in those few years.

"Where did you move?" questioned Jin, I had almost forgotten he was there and who I was telling my story to.

I smirked, "Ireland. Needless to say it was pretty different from what I had seen in America, there was green everywhere and everyone seemed to have freckles, or at least light hair. Whether it be blonde, red, or just light brown. It was a very beautiful country but I was very unused to it and was very… ill at ease. I began hating my father for that. First tearing me from my home at age seven, then again when I was nine…He remarried some Irish woman, she was very nice but extremely moody. And when she was angry she'd become violent, but my father refused to leave her. My sister got it the worst of her anger…" I sighed a bit, "she would have to try and hide her cuts and bruises from the other children at school to avoid them asking what happened, and in the case that they did notice something then she would say she was clumsy and come up with many stories of how she would get each one. Once she even convinced the other children that she had heroically saved a cat from a tree but had fallen, to explain the deep scratches on her arms and the bruise on her cheek…poor thing.

"I remember some nights she would even sneak into my room at nighttime crying quietly with her stuffed animal held firmly to her chest as she tried to wipe her tears away with her small fists. She'd climb onto my bed and we'd sit with the night-light on and tell each other scary stories, or just talk. A great conversationalist for such a young child really… I loved my sister very much, she was my very best friend in the whole wide world. The person who had been there for me no matter what my surroundings were…the one who always overlooked my faults…"

I paused to look at Jin to see that he seemed interested to say the least. He had dragged his recliner over at some point and sat there with his head in his right hand, though he seemed slightly concerned about something.

"Your sister…" he began after seeing that I had finished describing the memory, "…you speak of her in past tense. Is there a reason for that?" he asked, voice solemn as if apologizing for any discomfort he may cause or had already caused.

I frowned, and felt cornered. I wasn't ready to tell anyone that… no one who didn't know already. "Well…I…"

There was a small ringing sound which made me jump at first and he stood from his chair, bending backwards a bit as if to stretch, "Time's up, Yukio-kun [1], I hope you won't fail to miss your next meeting with me in two days? I rather enjoyed listening to your stories…some are a bit sad, but…" he patted my shoulder, "what doesn't kill you ultimately makes you stronger."

I stood, feeling a bit better about sharing part of my life story with him though I wondered exactly why I had. I should've tested him to see if he was trustworthy or not first. I thanked him for his time and held bowed a bit.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked me to the door of his office, "No need for formalities here, I figure if you're going to tell me all about your life we may as well be friends. You know my cell phone number, it's on the card I had Nikki give you yesterday, call me if you need anything." He paused and pulled a card out of his breast pocket, "But just in case you lost it…" he slid it into the back pocket of my pants and opened the door to let me out, actually looking amused at the slight redness that had covered my face, "See you next session." He said, all but closing the door on me as I stood in the hall speechless.

Sure his hand hadn't actually touched my ass but still! Him having the nerve to do something like that without any sort of consent was a bit … well, uncomfortable.

I walked to the elevator and pressed the basement one button, which was where I had parked my car. Only once I was in the elevator did I dare take the card out to look at it. This wasn't his business card…

In fact it was a little slip of paper that had a woman's lipstick kiss mark on it with the following message written in cursive 'Call me sometime, June-chan. 555-6037'

I rose an eyebrow and wondered if he had realized he gave me the wrong card or not. I thought about going back up to give it back but the elevator had just stopped on the basement floor and I exited the elevator looking at my watch. It was 6:05 and I wanted to get home. Did I dare call the number?

I couldn't help but let out a small cackle, of course I should. Why? Just because I wanted to.

That evening at 7:00…

I had just finished my dinner and was sitting on the couch watching the random anime that was on and threw the little ramen cup away. My dinner was always some easy-to-make thing, stuff that required no work other then sticking it in the microwave.

I looked at the slip of paper again and picked up my phone, dialing the number.

It rang one time and immediately a female voice picked up, sounding excited, "Jin! Jin is that you? I was waiting for you to call me!"

"Er actually…"

"That doesn't sound like Jin…sorry! Who's this?"

"My name is Yukio, one of Jin's friends." I said, not really wanting to let her know that I was his client. Didn't want people to think I was insane or suicidal.

"Oh…did Jin have you call? To say he wasn't going to come to dinner because something came up again?" She asked, her voice sounding hurt.

"Well, actually Jin had me call to say if he didn't make it that I'd have to go in his place." I lied, I don't know what made me say it but I couldn't take it back.

"Oh?" Her voice held little of the pain that was there just a few seconds ago, "Are you cute?" she asked, and I could hear a faint female giggle in the background.

"Some would think I am." I muttered in response, "At any rate I'll call Jin right now to see if he can make it or not."

"All right then, I'll most likely be seeing you in around half an hour though. Good luck convincing him to come, you know how stubborn he is."

"Yeah, sure. Bye."

"Bai bai. [2]"

I quickly searched and found the card Nikki had given me this afternoon at lunch time. Nikki was the only person who really knew what was going through my head half the time, and while he might be obnoxious and had enough attitude to spare he was still a good friend.

I found the card and dialed Jin's cell phone number.

It rang a couple of times before he finally picked up the phone, "Hello?" he asked into the receiver.

"Jin, it's me Yukio."

"Had a feeling it was," he replied with a small laugh, "Did you need something?"

"Yeah…you gave me the wrong card earlier and now 'June-chan' is expecting you for dinner."

Jin cursed, "I gave you that card for a reason, you're supposed to throw it away and then I seem innocent when I tell her I lost it… why'd you call the number anyway?"

"I was curious." I replied, "But if you don't go then I have to."

"Good luck lasting the evening. I feel for you, I really do."

"Wait, what do you mean? You're not actually going to make me go are you?"

"Of course I am, and as your psychiatrist I say that it will be good for you, a change of pace."

"Wait! You can't make me go alone! At least come with me!" I all but pleaded, I didn't want to spend my time alone with that girl! She seemed…strange.

"Argh, fine, you wimp. Can't do anything by yourself can you? I'll pick you up at your house and we'll go from there."

"How do you know where my house is?" I asked blinking.

"I'm your psychiatrist." He answered before I heard a click followed by silence.

I hung up my phone and headed to my bedroom to dress myself in more casual clothes, I was still wearing my business suit from earlier, I did after all work in a law firm that my father had left me.

I wore one of my many black, long sleeve silk-ish button up shirts and loose-fitting denim jeans. The doorbell rang not too long after I had let my hair out of the ponytail so it fell evenly to about my chin. I walked over to the door grabbing my house key which I used to unlock the front door.

"Nice house, but come on, we're more then fashionably late." Jin said as I opened the door.

I took the key out, closed the door behind me, and locked it. "Thanks." I said after a while as we walked towards his car.

He wore a plain black T-shirt with an open blue short-sleeve button up over it, and black leather-ish pants though they weren't skintight.

The drive there was pretty quiet not counting all the small comments Jin would make, such as 'You're going to regret this.' 'This shall be the worst night of your life.' 'You're really going to need therapy after this.' 'You sure you don't want to just head back?' 'There's still time to ditch her you know.' 'She has friends.' 'She's scary.' 'She's a stalker.' And other little meaningless things like that.

We made her to her house, a huge, huge big house I might add. Very very big.

"Millionaire." Jin said as if reading my thoughts. "Well…let's head inside."

Alrighty then…

To be continued in Chapter Two.

Eeeeeek, I have a question! I couldn't decide who would be dominant and who would be submissive! So I couldn't decide who I should make taller, that'll be the dominant one. ^^; Please tell me who you think should be dominant and whatnot!

I'm thinking of making Jin dominant…but please review and tell me what you think.

^^; Thanks.

[1] -kun is a suffix added to a name, usually added to guy's names. Usually said between friends so -san is what he should've used since -san is professional-ish.
[2] Bai bai is taken from the English 'bye bye'; it usually sounds childish for an adult to say it.