This stemmed from a discussion in my Psychology class. You can use Freud to wind up ANYONE.
:D
"For the last time," Kurosaki Ichigo groaned, "I don't remember how I unleashed my inner Hollow!"
Urahara nodded wisely, scrawling notes with an infuriatingly scratchy pen. "Repression."
Ichigo missed a beat. "Huh?"
"The memories are so traumatic, Kurosaki-san, that your brain stuffs them into a small box and sits on the lid to stop them from resurfacing."
"There are no memories to repress!"
The shopkeeper sucked obnoxiously on his pink-swirled lollipop. "Ah, you're in denial."
"I'm not in denial!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Are too."
Ichigo threw his hands up in frustration. "This could go on forever! I want to get home before Christmas, if you don't mind."
"Usshhng hmmr…" Urahara muttered, scribbling furiously in his little notebook. Ichigo was beginning to hate that notebook.
"What?" He snapped, restraining himself from grabbing Zangetsu and pounding the shit out of his mentor.
"Oh, now you're using humour as a way of distancing yourself from the distressing situation."
The only answer was the substitute Shinigami storming out of the room, knocking a chair over and shouting at Jinta on his way out.
Urahara cocked an eyebrow. "Displacement, Kurosaki-san!"
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S MOSTLY DIALOGUE ;D
Anyway, I guess this fic is maybe an apology for my lack of updating on LotJ? Well not really, I just wrote it randomly.
I'm going to shut up now.
R&R and you'll get one of Urahara's lollipops!
~Featherz