InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Anime goes to Therpy ❯ Enter the Psychiatrists ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Adnilem
Well this is 'our' first fanfiction on Media. I say our because it was a combine effort between me and my best friend who is known in the internet world as Ceekari. Ceekari has already posted this fanfic on Fanfiction.net so if you see it there I just want to make it clear that I did not plagerize this. Anyway, we really hope you guys enjoy this as we worked on it for a very long time and did our best to make it funny. We also love Reviews +hint hint+ n_n

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Crossover Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.02.2006 | Updated On: 03.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 526 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: Neither I nor Ceekari my co-author own anyofthe many animes in here, we do however take great joy in messing with them. n_~
Prologue
“OMG, we're gonna be late!” Chrissy cursed as Mitzy swerved to avoid yet another trash can. “I'm going fast as I can, ya know!” Mitzy yelled back. There was a thump, and Chrissy could see a poor dead mailbox in her rearview. “Mitzy!! Do you hate mailboxes that much?!”
      Mitzy smiled evilly and looked at Chrissy. “Only when there are bills in them.” 
 “Would you please- WATCH THE ROAD!!!”
      The car's wheels thumped over the median into the Counseling Facility Parking Lot. Mitzy swerved into the nearest parking spot, not even bothering to stop the car before jumping out. Chrissy hastily leaped out as well. Both shrinks watched as the car rolled across the parking lot and bumped into a rather expensive looking blue convertible. “Oops.” Mitzy squeaked. Chrissy gave an exasperated sigh. I hope we make enough today to cover those damages…”
 
      Chapter One - Enter the Psychiatrists
      Once both therapists were in the office, they were instantly attacked by dozens of inanimate objects. Mitzy took cover from the various things hurtling through the air, but Chrissy was too slow and took a hit to the head from a flying dictionary. Mitzy darted out to drag the dazed Chrissy behind the waiting room chairs before the model skeleton could hit her. Beyond the legs of the chairs, the two could see the whole scene.
      “What's going on? We never have this many patients?” wailed Mitzy.
      “It's probably a good thing; we'll need that cash to pay for what you did to the convertible!”
Near the receptionist's desk, a cute young girl with odd ears was holding on to an embarrassed boy about her age, who appeared to be reading a rather `interesting' magazine. The girl looked at it and said something about, “Is she average sized?” Another woman with a loose ponytail and a major boomerang was angrily chucking magazines at a monk, who had apparently been hitting on a pretty purple-haired lady. A set of twins was seated on the couch, and every now and then the one on the left would point out an attractive man and the other would glare at her. To both therapists alarm, one of the patients appeared to be holding a gun at his side, fingers twitching, while a young blonde man and a brown-haired man with an exceedingly anti-gravitational hairstyle tried to back away very slowly. Mitzy and Chrissy wondered how on earth the man kept his hair like that. Gel, maybe?
      Slowly, watching for flying magazines this time, Chrissy and Mitzy stood. “Excuse me?” Chrissy peeped. Mitzy rolled her eyes.
      “HEY!” Mitzy yelled, quite loudly. All flying objects fell to the floor, as did quite a few of the people. Realizing everyone was looking at her, Mitzy sweatdropped. “Um, sorry we're late?”
      “We can take patients now,” Chrissy said, wondering how on earth they would survive shrinking all these psychos. They were loonier than she was!
      Suddenly, a young boy, maybe fourteen, walked in with his mother, but the shrinks didn't have time to ask for names before the mother set about propositioning every man in the room. She received a wide variety of interesting looks before the monk, dragging the woman with the boomerang behind him, finally approached her.
      “Will you bear my children?”
      “… father my son?” they asked simultaneously. In the background, the woman's son was trying to get her attention, calling out, “Hey, mom! You already have a son! Remember me, Daisuke? Your son?!” However, before either could answer, boomerang-girl had dragged her partner to the door, growling, “We're first.”