Izzy seated himself on the bench, letting out a small sigh. He pulled his laptop from his bag, then opened it up and started typing.

"Train's late," someone said from beside him. The voice sounded strangely familiar.

"Uh huh," Izzy mumbled. He kept typing.

"Almost 20 minutes late. That's a big deal."

"MmHmm..." Izzy mumbled. Not that he actually cared. As long as he had time to work on his computer, he was happy.

"It's weird. What do you think about that?"

"Uh huh."

"Um...I asked what you think about that."

"MmHmm."

"Izzy?"

"What?"

"Trains late. How do you feel about that?"

Izzy shrugged. "I don't care."

There was a pause, for which Izzy was grateful. But then the person next to him cleared his throat rudely. "Okay...thanks for the input."

Izzy frowned, then finally glanced up and look. Sure enough, he did know who it was. "Davis?" he asked, confused. "What are you doing?"

Davis laughed. "Just...doing a school project, I guess," he grinned. "Would you care for a helpful psychiatry session?"

"Uh..." Izzy straightened his business suit collar, hoping to find some way to get out of answering questions. Two seconds later, the train arrived. "Oops, train's here! Can't talk. Bye!" He stuffed his laptop into his bag, offered a fleeting smile, and hurried on. He was not in the mood to deal with Davis' weird ploys right now.

The last thing he heard was a strangely disturbing cackle from his friend outside.

(-)

Davis rubbed his sore stomach, and let out a sigh. Today had been a long, useless, riduculous day. His little "psychiatry questions", which he had chosen on purpose, had served only to get him a punch in the gut, stares that indicated he was an idiot, and in one case, a verbal abuse! It was staggering, all the facts that he had gathered to support his thesis.

"It looks like I was right," he smirked triumphantly at his notes. "The questions that psychiatrists are always asking NEVER help. They're simply annoying and useless, and there are much better ways to earn a person's trust and confidence." He nodded in satisfaction. "I think I'm going to get an A!"

And with that, he put all his notes away and waited earnestly for the train...a train that was far, far too late.

"Stupid train," he mumbled, realizing that it was an incredible inconvenience. "Stupid strike. What's with that anyway? I'm cold, and I have to type up my essay." He glared down the train tracks impatiently, but their was no sign of it anywhere.

"Train's late," someone sighed, sitting down next to him. "It's annoying. How bout you? How do you feel bout it?"

Davis felt his eye twitch, and he turned a dark glare to the person sitting next to him. "For your information," he hissed, "that question is one of the most annoying questions on earth!"

The stranger, a young man about Davis' same age, with sloppy brown hair and a red T-shirt on, looked mildly surprised. "Why?" he asked, wondering what he said wrong.

"I don't know why," Davis sniffed. "It just is. And I've got proof right here!" he held up his notes for the stranger to see. "So there! It's an annoying question that makes psychiatrists look stupid, as well as everyone else!"

The stranger concealed a snicker. "So what would you ask?" he insisted.

"Probably," Davis thought quickly for a moment, "I would say 'It's annoying, huh?' or something. A sentence that implys conversation, not interrogation."

"Wow. Strong choice of words."

"I'm writing an essay," Davis shrugged. "The stronger, the better. My teacher likes a bold outtake."

"What class are you taking?"

"Psychologhy. It's great! Someday I'm going to be the best psychiatrists ever!" Davis grinned proudly, then stared down the tracks again. "Now where is that stupid train?"

The stranger beside him offered a shrug, and then stood up and walked away. "Personally," he called over his shoulder, "I'm just going to take a bus."

Then he was gone, Davis staring stupidly after him.

(-)

Tada...more short stories. lol.

If you were wondering, the stranger at the end was Takuya. haha.

Enjoy! And let me know what you think!

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