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wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Story Title: Therapy Files: Ms. Sakurai Kaori, Session One
Summary: Kaori issues all come from two places: her jealously of Takara and her love/loathing of Chan-wook
May I inquire why you’ve chosen to do this, Ms. Sakurai Kaori?
“It’s a gift. For people I know. They thought I had things that needed working out.”
Is there anything you’d like to discuss?
“No. Not particularly.”
Would you like to discuss your siblings; more superficially, Takara?”
“My two older brothers died. My two younger siblings died. Takara was one of those younger siblings. I don’t understand your wanting to talk about her, as opposed to my brothers.”
Didn’t you send her away?
“It was the 1980s. I was trying to do something, and she was getting in the way with her insanity. So I gave her away. My feelings for her . . . are more complicated than me simply sending her away out of dislike.”
I never suggested you disliked your younger sister, Ms. Sakurai.
“I suppose you didn’t.”
Do you wish to discuss her? Geum Chan-wook? Or, perhaps someone or something else?
“No, I don’t.”
I see. What would you like to discuss?
“Shall we discuss fashion? The economy? No, you’d rather we discuss my relationships with dead people. Alright, I’ll play along.”
Takara, you didn’t like her, did you?
“I hated her. I always did, from the very beginning. Before her, people said I was pretty. People called her beautiful. She didn’t speak until she was three; so everyone was always fussing over her and Takatou. Takatou was a sickly boy, and she was weird. Her first word was Honorificabilitudinitatibus, a Latin word. Where the hell did she even hear a Latin word in the middle of Japan? After that, Takara was beautiful and smart – people fawned over her. That’s why I hate her. She was insane, destructive, and yet . . . loved. It’s a shallow and immature feeling, but I never did get rid of it. For that, I’m a bit sorry. But, not much. However, I can truthfully say that I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to stop being mentally ill, but that never happened. She never got better, did she? No – she ended up with a bullet inside her.”
I see. Your jealously over your younger sister has stayed with you for over thirty years. Why do you think that is?
“Taka. Chan-wook did it on purpose. He picked a girl just like my sister.”
Is that why you’re so kind to Taka? To make up for the way you treated Takara?
“I believe you already know the answer to that.”
What about Chan-wook; how do you feel about him?
“Nothing. He’s dead.” (pause) “When he was alive, I loathed him. At first, it was pretend. I wanted to seem interesting and unaffected by his charms and good looks, so I pretended to loath him. It became real somewhere along the way.”
So, you hated Chan-wook?
“Yes. For the most part, yes.”
Your job . . .
“Is off limits.”
In that case, would you like –
“ – To leave? Yes. I think you for your time, Sir. I’ll send the next one in. Hopefully, she or he is more responsive. Who did you want?”
Taka.
“Oh. Good luck, then. You’ll need it.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 526
Story Title: Therapy Files: Ms. Sakurai Kaori, Session One
Summary: Kaori issues all come from two places: her jealously of Takara and her love/loathing of Chan-wook
May I inquire why you’ve chosen to do this, Ms. Sakurai Kaori?
“It’s a gift. For people I know. They thought I had things that needed working out.”
Is there anything you’d like to discuss?
“No. Not particularly.”
Would you like to discuss your siblings; more superficially, Takara?”
“My two older brothers died. My two younger siblings died. Takara was one of those younger siblings. I don’t understand your wanting to talk about her, as opposed to my brothers.”
Didn’t you send her away?
“It was the 1980s. I was trying to do something, and she was getting in the way with her insanity. So I gave her away. My feelings for her . . . are more complicated than me simply sending her away out of dislike.”
I never suggested you disliked your younger sister, Ms. Sakurai.
“I suppose you didn’t.”
Do you wish to discuss her? Geum Chan-wook? Or, perhaps someone or something else?
“No, I don’t.”
I see. What would you like to discuss?
“Shall we discuss fashion? The economy? No, you’d rather we discuss my relationships with dead people. Alright, I’ll play along.”
Takara, you didn’t like her, did you?
“I hated her. I always did, from the very beginning. Before her, people said I was pretty. People called her beautiful. She didn’t speak until she was three; so everyone was always fussing over her and Takatou. Takatou was a sickly boy, and she was weird. Her first word was Honorificabilitudinitatibus, a Latin word. Where the hell did she even hear a Latin word in the middle of Japan? After that, Takara was beautiful and smart – people fawned over her. That’s why I hate her. She was insane, destructive, and yet . . . loved. It’s a shallow and immature feeling, but I never did get rid of it. For that, I’m a bit sorry. But, not much. However, I can truthfully say that I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to stop being mentally ill, but that never happened. She never got better, did she? No – she ended up with a bullet inside her.”
I see. Your jealously over your younger sister has stayed with you for over thirty years. Why do you think that is?
“Taka. Chan-wook did it on purpose. He picked a girl just like my sister.”
Is that why you’re so kind to Taka? To make up for the way you treated Takara?
“I believe you already know the answer to that.”
What about Chan-wook; how do you feel about him?
“Nothing. He’s dead.” (pause) “When he was alive, I loathed him. At first, it was pretend. I wanted to seem interesting and unaffected by his charms and good looks, so I pretended to loath him. It became real somewhere along the way.”
So, you hated Chan-wook?
“Yes. For the most part, yes.”
Your job . . .
“Is off limits.”
In that case, would you like –
“ – To leave? Yes. I think you for your time, Sir. I’ll send the next one in. Hopefully, she or he is more responsive. Who did you want?”
Taka.
“Oh. Good luck, then. You’ll need it.”
