Reasoning

"Well then, miss Arc-"

"Rouge."

"I'm... sorry?"

"My name is Rouge. Vi is the only one in my family that could possibly be considered a 'miss'."

Malade Soigneur simply blinked at the young woman sitting on the other side of her desk with her arms crossed over her chest and a look that told the school psychiatrist that her interest in being here right now was practically nonexistent. It wasn't an expression that Malade was unfamiliar with; in fact she'd probably go so far that she expected it on most students that she met with that hadn't booked time with her on their own accord.

"Fair enough. In that case; Rouge, do you know why you are here with me today?" That question earned Malade a snort along with a roll of the eyes.

"Because mom and dad think that I'm 'acting out too much' and that threatening to build thrones out of peoples' skulls doesn't get me many BFF's in school," Rouge eventually replied with a sigh as she glanced up at he clock on wall of the office both her and Malade were sitting in.

"That's partially correct, but they're also worried that this… let's call it attitude of yours, will turn out to be less than helpful in regards to your future. It's quite unusual for 16 year olds to behave in the manner that you do, after all," Malade clarified.

Another snort escaped Rouge as her eyes returned to the psychiatrist. "And by 'attitude' you're referring to my desire to watch this universe burn in the BRILLIANT FLAMES OF CHAOS! DEATH TO THE CORPSE EMPEROR! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

"That's right," Malade replied calmly, offering the scarlet haired teen a serene smile. "Your parents asked me to have a talk with you. Nothing more. They have no desire to stop you from being who you are and neither have I, but they are hoping that I might get you to open up a bit about why exactly you've decided to... express yourself in this way."

When her maniacal calls for violence and complimentary evil laughter didn't produce the desired effect in the woman in front of her, Rouge had to fight against the urge to pout. She'd hoped, like it usually did, that she'd be able to scare off Malade with her ranting so that she could simply go home and continue building the Battlemace 40 million figurines she'd bought the day before, a task she was certain Jaune would love to help her out with if she asked him. Unfortunately for her, her cry for bloodshed didn't seem to have any impact on the psychiatrist and as such, for the foreseeable future, it appeared she was stuck.

Sighing deeply, Rouge sank grumpily into her chair, glaring at Malade—silently lamenting the fact that her attempts to pop the lady's head with her mind all turned out to be unsuccessful—while the psychiatrist just continued to smile at her. It was a stupid smile, Rouge decided. The stupidest and dumbest smile she'd ever seen in her entire life, in fact, and she'd seen a lot of dumb, stupid, idiotic smiles. She could already picture the woman's head on a spike for making her suffer like this, though considering Rouge's, to some, alarming tendency to picture pretty much everyone's severed head impaled on a sharp object of some kind, this wasn't anything special. Only her family were safe from said picturing. Though that rule was very nearly bent whenever her mom or dad told her she had to do her homework when she was busy with immensely important task of plotting how she would run her Black Crusade when the ruinous powers finally saw that she was the only one truly worthy of the favor of the undivided!

Much to Rouge's lament, however, any and all actual crusading would have to wait since it was pretty damn hard for her to be a Warmaster when she was forced to stay with the school shrink for at least another hour.

Blowing one of her scarlet bangs out of her face, she finally resigned herself to the situation at hand. As much as she didn't like 'feels-y talks', as she'd dubbed them, the chances of her getting out of here were close to nonexistent if she continued to give Malade the silent treatment. She could simply jump out of the window or something and run home, but the mere thought of the fury that such actions would awaken in her mother was enough to make Rouge have to suppress a shudder. Her only real viable options were to either wait things out or to actually talk to the psychiatrist.

For an inpatient person such as Rouge, the choice was, frustratingly enough, obvious.

"Fine," she finally relented, though her grumpy exterior remained. "What do you want to know about, well, this?" she gestured to herself.

"Nothing too intrusive, I promise you. If you feel I'm going too far at any point, all you need to do is tell me and I'll change the subject. With that said, would you mind sharing the reason as to why you speak the way you do? You bring up very extreme violence at almost every given opportunity, and yet you've never gotten a single mark on your file here in school about anything other than the occasional vocal disruption of class." As Malade spoke, she brought out a pen and notepad from her desk in preparation of Rouge's answer.

"Thoughts of mutilation soothes me. Is that so hard to believe?" Rouge replied with a grin that most, if not all, people in the town of Ville would call unsettling. However, it once again had little to no effect on Malade who simply continued to look expectantly at her, making Rouge eventually drop the grin with another annoyed huff. "You're no fun. Just like mom and dad. Making people scared is just… cool, okay? Seeing some guys almost crap their pants after I tell them I'm going to suffocate them with their own spines is fun! It also clears out all the idiots who think I'm serious. Why does it have to be more complicated than that?"

"It doesn't," Malade agreed, jotting down her immediate thoughts after hearing Rouge speak. "But in most cases, when children of your age 'act out' in the manner that you are, it's followed by heavy disobedience around their parents along with outbursts of genuine violence towards those around them, often because they've fallen in with the wrong types of people and their growth has been affected negatively because of that. As far as I've seen from your record and heard from your parents, this isn't the case with you. According to them, you listen and do what they ask as much as can be expected of a teenager still battling with their own independence and as I mentioned, nothing points towards you being aggressive in any way aside from verbally. I believe you when you say that you're doing this for fun, it's completely understandable, but I don't think you're telling me the whole story as to why you started saying these things."

Rouge wasn't used to having people see through her as effectively as Malade was at the moment and she'd be lying if she tried to claim it didn't make her feel a bit antsy. That being the case, it was still… refreshing to have someone try their best to understand her and her motives for more than a few seconds. It was something she'd only really experienced from her parents, and even then, it was obvious they didn't, and probably wouldn't, ever get her.

With how attentive Malade had turned out to be, she also doubted she'd be able to get any lies or even half-truths past the psychologist. Again, Rouge was stuck.

"It… it was a few years ago… mom and dad were out shopping and it was only me, Jaune, and Merron home. Merron had gotten a nasty cold and I was supposed to look after her and Jaune until mom and dad came back. Jaune was… really worried about Merr… for some reason, their sicknesses usually tend to line up together, but not this time…"

Malade could tell just by looking at Rouge's posture that this wasn't a tale she'd told many people about, if any at all. She could hear from the teen's voice, however, that she was being sincere so far, not matter how foreign honest sharing like this might be for her.

"I tried calming him down like Vi does with hugs and fingers through his hairs but it didn't work. Probably because I was doing something wrong," Rouge continued, determined at this point not to look up at Malade until she was done talking. Eye contact would only make her feel weirder. "I felt… useless by the end of it… so I just started ranting. Right there in front of Jaune, pacing back and forth through the living room, saying things about how the world sucked and how I wanted to become the ruler of the world and remove all sickness from Remnant. I was pretty much just trying to blow off some steam—vent my frustrations somehow—but then I heard him laughing. Jaune had been almost in tears just moments before, but now he was giggling like crazy at the things I'd said about destruction and conquest. So I did the only thing I could think of; I kept going, making up more and more elaborate declarations of war against the whole world as I went along until he could hardly breathe he was laughing so hard. He wasn't crying anymore… I'd made him stop crying..."

There was a small smile tugging on Rouge's lips as she remembered the first time she'd 'donned' her 'persona'.

"I found a way to make him happier when he was sad and worried when nothing else had worked. Something that's mine. I… I do this because it made Jaune smile… because it's how I can make sure he's not feeling as down… Noir just needs to play games with him, Rose and Verte can give him hugs, Blanc can listen in that special way, Merron kind of just needs to hold his hand for a while, and Vi can talk to him. They all have their ways of comforting him. This is my way... and if you tell anyone about any of this, I'll rip your DAMN KNEECAPS OFF AND USE THEM TO PLAY ICE HOCKEY WHEN WINTER COMES AROUND!

Finally, Rouge's gaze moved up again, her almost feral grin back on her face… that fell away almost immediately thanks to the look of understanding that Malade was giving her in return.

"My lips are completely sealed," the psychiatrist said. Her internal clock told her that their session would be coming to a close soon and her suspicion was confirmed when Rouge glances up at the one hanging on her wall and the teens eyes lit up. "I'm glad we had this talk you and I, Rouge, and I hope you'll be happy to know that I understand your feelings. I have a younger sibling as well and when we were around your age I would do anything to make her be in a better mood. Your methods may differ significantly from mine, but I can tell that the sentiment is the same. I feel certain that your parents will have nothing to worry about regarding your future and that brother is lucky to have such a caring and doting older sister. If you'd like to schedule another session in the future, you know where to find me."

Taking Malade's words as confirmation that she was allowed to leave, Rouge got out of her chair and practically bolted towards the door, her limit normal limit when it came to 'feels-y' stuff having been reached long ago. As she begun turning the doorknob, however, she paused and looked back towards Malade.

"Hey… thanks for listening..." she said after a moment of contemplation before quickly making her way out of the office, not wanting to see the satisfied smile on Malade's face.

She had figurines that needed building and global destruction that needed planning after all!

AN: Is this canon to the rest of this story? Maybe. Honestly, I haven't decided yet. Don't know if I want to make Rouge more "normal". This was mostly just a dumb idea I had a while back I decided to make into reality because I just really wanted to put out something for this story. Sorry it's not a proper chapter, I'll hopefully be able to fix that once I finally finish school and I won't be under 9000 metric fucktons of stress.

That being said, if you would like some other "standalone" chapters, I wouldn't be against maybe whipping some up in the future.