A/N: So this is where things get interesting for our characters~ I know last chapter wasn't really too informational but it was necessary for this lovely chapter~ So, I hope ya enjoy!

Breaking Habits: Chapter 5- The Story of a Lonely Little Girl

"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen."
― Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

"Okay...so, here's the key to the files. You can read up on them if you haven't already-" The brunette paused before quickly turning on her heel and nervously stammering out, "You did get them didn't you? I mean, I sent you the copies and if you didn't get them I completely meant to-"

"Yes, I received them in the mail the other day."

"Great.." Again, the on-leave woman spun back to her bookshelves and filing cabinets, her hands frantically moving over each one as if she were looking for something, "Aha!" Her hand slammed down on the offending object, effectively catching the metal under her palm and snatching it up before doing the same to her leather bag and throwing her gray coat over her arm. After which she again turned towards the new prospect and slid the key in front of his hand which was resting on her large wooden desk. "This is for all of the original files and pretty much everything in the break room and behind the reception counter. I mean, I'm sure you won't let anyone else get a hold of it but-"

"I understand perfectly. Now, as you said in your email, you have a plane to catch with your fiancé, do you not?"

"Oh! Yes, but I'm sure he wouldn't-" She began, stammering and barely even recognizing that she was practically being shoved out by her replacement.

"I assure you that I'm perfectly capable of calling you or asking the receptionists for help if a problem arises. Enjoy your vacation, Yumiko, and tell him I said hello." And with that and a little wave, he succeeded in driving the woman from her job and out- with her coat on- into the harsh, blizzard like conditions outside.

As soon as he was sure the doors were closed and she was nowhere in sight or returning anytime soon, he picked up the key and set to work on unlocking the files of his new patients.

The British man grabbed a whole stack from the middle at random and sat at the desk, leaning back in the plush, black office chair as he skimmed through each document.

Drugs, alcohol, serving time, suicide attempts, obsessive compulsive disorder, one right after the other- reading up on each little sad story...and from the way they looked, they hadn't improved much.

Yumiko really had been taking the long route, hadn't she?

He sighed, tsking lightly- just another thing he would have to try and change for this group. And then, upon opening another manila folder and reading over the synopsis of its contents, he froze.

This one he would have to check out a bit...farther. But not now...she'd be too cautious now- from looking over the bit of history they'd written about her.

Later...

Definitely later...

XxXxXxXxX

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and how you were looking back-"

"Oh my dear god, Miki, just shut the hell up." In frustration a broken hairbrush was thrown at the ground and landed with a dull thud.

"Well, sorry. It's just I don't want you getting a both into trouble."

"Since when do my decisions have anything to do with you?"

"Since we became roommates and we swore to everyone that we'd watch out for the other." Irritatedly, the red-haired female swiped the brush off the floor and sat it back on her roommates dresser, he eyes staring down the blonde's reflection in their mirror.

"Well if you're going to bring that up then-"

"Don't you dare make this about me and my issues-"

"I think you need to stop trying to control everything, missy. That's how you wound up here in the first place, right?" Rin smirked subtly as she walked away from the mirror and began turning down her over decorated and fluffy, pillow filled bed for the night.

"Shut up."

"Trying to show your dear sister what would happen if she stepped a toe out of your created line-"

"Rin. Shut. Up."

"After all, holding a damn knife to her neck totally-"

"Just shut the fuck up!" Miki screeched, her eyes throwing daggers at her roommate as she angrily swiped everything off of the dresser top.

The blonde froze and slowly turned around- her eyes softening and her smirk quickly disappearing from her face. She barely even noticed how her make-up- which she practically gave an arm and a leg for to get in- was strewn across the floor in a clumpy, unsalvageable mess. "Miki-" she began, quickly stepping over to her roommate and reaching for her apologetically.

"Don't." she spat, quickly retreating to the corner closest to the dresser and sinking down against the wall before covering her face with her hands, muttering quietly, constantly, "I'm sorry..."

The poor girl sounded like a broken record.

"Miki..." Rin began quietly, careful not touch her. Jesus, how had Yumi told her to do this...? Fucking christ... "Look at me, talk to me, come on." Before she could draw them back, her fingertips brushed over the red head's shoulder, setting the already precarious girl over the edge.

The slap came as a partial surprise. But it wasn't until Miki had stormed out, yelling about needing some air, before the pain hit her.

Her brows furrowed and, slowly, she once again got to her feet and retreated to her bed, curling up under the cool yet plush comforter and burrowing her aching face into one among her plethora of pillows.

If only he hadn't decided to personally check all of the rooms that night...maybe she could've actually had some sort of break through.

But, alas, he did precisely that.. And when he'd knocked on her door and only saw her- the girl he had been looking at earlier- standing in the room at her most vulnerable state.

He repeated the acts she was so use to by her own father- by those people she used in order to forget.

And tonight was definitely one of those forgetful nights.

XxXxXxX

It wasn't until he realized Miki was sleeping on the couch near the faux fire with the TV on and constantly playing 'A Christmas Story' that he knew it was late and that everyone had already left for bed hours ago.

Looking at the clock on the wall, he hazarded that the time was around 1AM- way past time for him to be upstairs and getting ready for tomorrow's supposedly "great" Christmas breakfast. He'd probably skip it anyway.

Sighing softly to himself, Len pulled himself up and away from the warmth of the electric lights he's surprised they'd let them hang up on the tree and began the quiet, shuffling trek up to his room, walking past the Queen's door like he always did.

Except, this time...he noticed something different. Maybe Kaito had rubbed off on him or whatever but..the Queen's door was slightly ajar, just open enough for someone to peek or even possibly slip inside. Something just wasn't right.

And even though she still managed to drive him up a wall...they were supposed to look out for each other, weren't they? And better have a shoe thrown at you than to find a body in the morning, right?

Carefully, the blonde male guided himself onto his knees and pressed just the slightest bit on the already open door and peeked in.

He froze.

Even from this far off, he could see the faint glimmer of sweat coating her body and could hear the harsh pants she was letting out. Her small hands were gripping at her sheets and-

"Hah-~" He could nothing but watch as she was pulled up and arched as her partner pulled her up by her hair, "Naah~"

"Poor little Rin...no one's let you do anything like this in a year, have they?" That voice...

"Ahn~!" Her hips bucked and her lower lip disappeared between her teeth, her eyes closing and then rolling back in pleasure as large, calloused hands moved from her hips to her breasts. "More...more..f-fuck...h-harder..."

Though she sounded so...what was the word he was looking for..? Glancing down at the floor and swallowing hard, he finally found it- pleasured. He noticed that, when she opened her eyes again, she looked almost on the verge of crying.

"My my, your daddy taught you how to beg well, didn't he?"

She gasped, arching out again as her hips bucked of their own accord. Her blonde brows furrowed and as he finally leaned flat against her back and bit her harshly, her mouth opened in a slight scream- her voice caught in her throat as he only continued to practically shove her lower body into the bed with his thrusts.

"Please...oh god...please, please, pl-" She managed to gasp out breathlessly.

It was only when her partner raised his head to brush his lips against hers that Len finally realized just who was dealing with her.

"Keep it down, angel."

He watched as she opened her small, normally complaining mouth to moan wantonly and her hands again gripped the sheets before glancing once more at her face that was currently being attacked with light nips. Blue eyes clashed and he could've sworn at that moment that she was begging for him to help her.

Without another word, he stood up and hurried off to his room to forget what he'd just seen.

He was imagining it. He was just tired.

There was no way in fucking hell that the new doctor would be fucking the Queen Bee.

Absolutely no fucking way.