disclaimer: Clamp owns CCS. I own everyone else. Okay, so whoever owns Gundam Wing owns Milliardo Peacecraft. So what?! And I really do own everyone else!
WARNING: eh, I am way too bored w/ biology! So you'll most likely find some biology terms in this story. Nothing gross, mind you, but still probably confusing. Um, please don't ask me about them! I'm too tired to really care right now! Plus, I hurt my hand! *snif* It's bruising and it hurts! T.T

Therapy Session


"My name is Touya and I have a sister complex." Everyone in the group greeted the young man. The guy next to him then introduced himself.

"My name is Milliardo and I also have a sister complex." The greetings and introductions continued until they reached the stop codon. (author: does anyone hate biology, math, and P.E. as much as I do?)

"Now," began Dr. En Fuego (author: ha ha! Dr. On Fire! hee hee) , "I want you to all say something nice about your sisters' boyfriends. Touya?"

"Well, Syaoran does protect her a lot," he admitted. "But still! That gaki tried to hurt Sakura! And what really stinks is that she trusts him more than me!"

"I guess Heero is okay," said Milliardo. "He protects Relena (Releena?) and makes her happy. But I agree with Touya! He was going to kill her! I'm her brother! She trusts him more than she trusts me!"

"Yeah!" yelled Tony. "I know where you guys are coming from! It's the same with Tanna and Jack!"

"Don't forget Alanna and Mike!" shouted Jim. Dr. En Fuego sweatdropped.

"Riiiiiight," he said. "Now, I want you guys to let your sisters go. Just let them go right now." The guys reluctantly released their younger sisters who all ran to their respective boyfriends and left.


"Sakura, I don't think the therapy's working with Touya," pointed out Syaoran.

"It'll work. Oh, it'll definitely work. If it doesn't, we'll just ship him off to some distant planet like Pluto." Before Syaoran could reply, she leaned in and kissed him.


"Hey, Milliardo!" Milliardo turned around to face that which is Touya. "You really have the same situation as me?"

"Basically, yes," he answered.

"What a relief to finally find someone who understands," breathed Touya.

"So, how are things with you and Sumire?" (author: They also mentioned if they had girlfriends, wives, or not. Touya's g/f is Sumire.)

"I'm planning on asking her to marry me this month," answered Touya. "How are things with you and Noin?"

"We're expecting our fifth child in six weeks," said a proud Milliardo.

"That's great! You must be really happy!" gushed Touya. (author: I know Touya doesn't gush. But I don't care! My fic! Not yours! MINE!)


"Think anyone will see us?" asked a worried Touya. As part of their therapy, Dr. En Fuego said for all the guys to take thirty minutes of their free time and spend it dancing around in a pink tutu.

"I hope not." Milliardo was not too pleased with having to reduce himself to the level of an insane, demented person.


"Heero, do you really think therapy will work with Milliardo?" asked Relena of her oh-so silent boyfriend.

"It better," came his oh-so simple reply.

"But what if it dommmph!" She was cut off by a pair of surprisingly warm lips on hers.


"Joy..." said a sarcastic Milliardo. Another thing they had to do in their spare time was go to the mall and pick out presents for their sisters' boyfriends.

"Too bad they don't sell any bombs here," intoned Touya. "I love to give that to the gaki."

"And I'd love to give Heero a death wish," said Milliardo. "But we can't. We have to try and be nice to them."

"I hate being nice to Syaoran no gaki!" yelled Touya.

"And I hate being nice to Heero no baka!" yelled Milliardo. All standing nearby, or even just heard them, sweatdropped.

"I am gonna kill Empress Sarah for doing this to me!"

"Same here!" agreed Mr. Peacecraft. (author: oooh! I'm shakin'! *sarcastic*)


The result(s) of the therapy is as follows:

Touya and Milliardo only came to despise Heero and Syaoran even more. (But they practice dancing around in a pink tutu every day)
Tony went beserk and had to be placed in a mental asylum.
Jim went on to send flowers to his sister's boyfriend every weekend.
Dr. En Fuego retired and gave up administering therapy. (He also had an unresolved sister complex, anyway)
*yawn* That's all! You know the drill! Hey, Christopher Khayman Lee! Aishiteru! Wo ai ni! I love you! *grin* Yeah, I know it's hopeless. I don't care! (I'm saying that an awful lot lately...) And so what if it's only b/c he's cute! I love him and that's all that matters! *LOL*