Author's Note: This is my second time writing a Yu-Gi-oh ficcy. I don't think my first one did well, but that's ok. Try to enjoy this one. Let's narrow down the normal crap. Also, I jump to different point of views a lot in this chapter. That is normal, because I'm just trying to get a feel for this story.
Summary: Yami is locked up in an asylum with no record of his past or his friends. The doctors say that he suffers from 'Paranoid Schizophrenia' and 'Amnesia'. In desperation, Yugi and his friends send him to a mental asylum, hoping that he would get better in time. But what if he gets worse? And what if the asylum director isn't as 'helpful' as she says she is?
Rating: PG-13 for Graphic Descriptions and general angstyness. It may move to R, but I doubt it.
Asylum
Prelude
Domino City Mental Hospital:
Yami Motou shivered from the chill of the room and hugged himself tightly. He was content to mutter things to himself…things that only he would understand. He supposed it was a way to comfort himself…to keep himself calm. Yami would talk that way to himself every time he saw the light of the full moon. It reminded him of something…but what? He couldn't remember. When he tried to remember anything, he felt like someone had hit him over the head with bricks. Yami shivered again and got up to his feet. Just in front of him sat a body length mirror.
The hospital staff had brought it in on the pretense that he wouldn't 'try' anything. The mirror's smooth surface drew his attention again and he brushed a stray multi-colored lock out of his face. He was so different from the other patients…with his tri-colored locks that stood straight up into the air and those beautiful magenta eyes that pierced people's very soul. The doctor's hated his eyes…that's what made them hate them…
Yami Motou:
My eyes…those piercing beautiful magenta eyes that haunted me every time I gazed into the mirror. I hated them. The doctor hated them as well. It seemed like if I so much as glanced in their eyes they would hit me. No matter how much I tried to behave, they would hit me. I shivered again and stared at my reflection. My hair was the only thing I enjoyed taking care of. The doctor's gave me a brush and this mirror because of this fact. Somehow, I think there was more to it. What it was, I was hardly sure about it.
I picked up the brush they gave me, which was a small one with plastic bristles. They didn't trust me with anything else. Something about cutting myself. I ran the brush through my hair idly, letting my thoughts wonder.
"Ah, Mr. Motou, I'm not sure you need to see him in this condition. He hasn't been doing well."
"Dr. Sumizone, I know he's not well. He's in here, isn't he?"
"Mr. Motou, I understand—"
"Just let me see Yami, please."
See who? Who was this Yami? I blinked and turned to the door. Dr. Sumizone…she was the head doctor for the hospital, that much I knew. The door swung open loudly, letting the natural light from the hallway filter in. I winced and edged away from it as best as I could. I hated the light of the hallway, it was so unnatural.
"Yami?"
Who was this Yami? A young boy stepped into view with a soft whimper. I narrowed my eyes, squinting in the light. The young boy was…just like me. He looked as if he lived a healthy life outside in the light. He seemed so familiar…
"Yami, do you remember me? Yami?"
There were tears in his eyes. I didn't know why he was crying. I was not Yami. I was not who he thought I was. And yet, he crept closer and reached his hand out. I looked at it curiously. Something compelled me to touch his hand…for understanding. I lifted my arm up timidly, watching the boy's reactions.
"Mr. Motou, it is not wise to touch the patient. It may trigger an unexpected reaction."
The boy whipped around.
"Stop calling him that, he's a normal human being just like you and me!"
I touched his hand softly, feeling the tender flesh that lined his palm. His hands felt so warm and so natural…that it hurt. An image flashed in my mind: a tall boy and a shorter boy, both with tri-colored hair. They were talking and laughing together…like best friends. The shorter boy said, 'I love you, Yami.' And the taller boy said, 'I love you too.' The image overwhelmed my senses and I screamed…screamed to hell because I couldn't understand why…why I saw these things!
"Yami! Calm down! I'm not trying to hurt you!"
But I couldn't. I pushed away from him with a feral snarl and started clawing at my hands.
"Yami, stop! Please stop!" The boy cried over and over again.
Dr. Sumizone pulled him backwards with a shout of 'Nurses! Come quick!' The nurses? I screamed and spat at the two that dared to stay in my room. Two big burly male nurses rushed in, seizing my arms and pinning me to the wall. I shrugged, but to no avail. Dr. Sumizone pulled out a needle from within a small rectangular box and injected me with medicine I knew all too well. Soon my eyes could hardly stay open and my screams become quiet whimpers. The boy watched me with horror and pity etched all over his fine features. I watched with fading vision as Dr. Sumizone led him away…away to the light…
Yugi Motou:
I could hardly breathe after what I saw. Yami had lost his mind and odds were…he wasn't getting it back. At least that's what Dr. Sumizone insisted on telling me. Somewhere I knew the real Yami was hiding. He would come back and everything would be fine. At least, that's what I kept saying two years ago.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, Mr. Motou," Dr. Sumizone said softly.
I shivered as I stared through the small window into his room. The nurses sat him on top of the mattress softly and walked out. I held the tears back, not wanting to reveal weakness in front of the doctor.
"I saw recognition in his eyes, he remembere me," I whimpered.
Dr. Sumizone shook her head disapprovingly.
"I doubt it was recognition, it was probably his medicine wearing off."
"Medicine?"
"Yami has been rejecting his medicine as of late. I believe we must take other measures to treat his condition."
More medicine? I didn't approve of more medicine, but Yami's health was my top concern. I touched the screen softly, watching Yami's chest rise and fall in deep slumber. I turned to face Dr. Sumizone with a small frown on my face. She looked down at me with a blank expression on her face.
"What do you suggest, Dr. Sumizone?" I asked tearfully.
"We have various treatments ready for him. They are confidential so I can't tell you what they are, specifically. Just trust us, he's in fine hands." I trust them alright. I trust them to make Yami better and that's all that matters.
"I trust you to make him feel better. Bring him back to who he once was," I said softly.
Dr. Sumizone offered me a comfortable smile and ushered me towards the door. I took one last pleading look at Yami before the double doors slammed shut behind me.
Hour Later
Dr. Sumizone:
I watched Yugi Motou walk out of the hospital with tears lining his pale face. I could tell that he was very upset. Of all things, I didn't expect Yami to behave that way. I narrowed my eyes and picked up the clipboard holding Yami's charts. 'The patient has a unique case of schizophrenia and amnesia, so he has no memory of anyone and has shown very reclusive behavior. We have tried many different types of medicine but none seem to work very long.' That was a lie. I never gave Yami Motou anything…remotely healthy.
"Dr. Sumizone, it's Seto Kaiba on the phone."
I snapped out of my daze to stare at my head nurse. I sighed and handed her clipboard.
"Hold on to this. We may have to handle Yami Motou later," I ordered.
"Yes, Dr. Sumizone."
I walked across the hall into my office and set the door firmly behind me. The last thing I needed was for anyone to overhear my conversation. I picked up the phone and sighed.
"Sumizone."
"How is he?"
"That boy Yugi came by here to visit."
"Oh…really?"
Kaiba sounded surprised, which was something I didn't like.
"Yes, really. Yami had a well-timed fit too. For a moment, I almost though Yugi would take him out of our care."
"No! You can't let him do that! Not when I'm so close to getting revenge on the King of Games!"
I shivered.
"Isn't this being a bit childish?"
"No, and if you want your job you will not bring it up again! I refuse to continue to let this opportunity for revenge pass by!"
My job…I couldn't get fired now.
"What do you suggest I do, Mr. Kaiba?" I asked softly.
"Use your imagination. You've done a good job so far, so keep it up. Little Yugi won't cross you."
"I understand, Mr. Kaiba."
"Good, because it will be bad for you if you don't."
"I understand."
Click. The phone went dead. I hung it up and sighed. This was going to be difficult. Very difficult. The door to my office opened slowly, revealing the form of the head nurse. I was suddenly reminded of Yami Motou and his situation. After all, Yugi did sign the release forms…
"Amelia, get Yami Motou ready for his medicine and don't spare him any pain."
Yugi Motou:
I dragged myself inside of the Kame Game Shop, soaked to the bone from the rain. I didn't mind it though, because it masked the tears on my face. I didn't want to let anyone know that I was crying about Yami. I wanted to give them hope…if I only had any…
Still, I managed to smile as Joey greeted me at the door with a mouth full of pizza.
"Ah, so you ordered out. I hope you saved me a slice," I said with a giggle.
Joey muttered something unintelligible and pushed me inside. The eyes of my friends met with one single intention.
"How's Yami?" Tea asked softly.
I tried to think of something good to say in place of what I saw. Ryou saw the look in my eyes and pointed to a pizza box not far away from him.
"I saved you some pizza," He said quietly.
Yami Bakura snorted.
"The Pharaoh's not doing too good, eh? I don't blame him, you did throw him in that damned place after all."
That hurt. That really hurt.
"I did not throw him in there! He needed help! Help we couldn't give!" I shouted.
"You call that help? Locking him in some box with a quack? That's worse than sending him to the Shadow Realm!"
"Bakura," Ryou said softly.
I covered my face and turned away from them.
"It was awful seeing Yami screaming and thrashing around like that. I…couldn't stand it. I wanted to take so much pain away from him…but I couldn't…"
Yami Motou:
The splash of moonlight that rested on my eyes comforted me after my less than pleasant wake up call. Apparently, Dr. Sumizone felt like I needed punishment. The nurses called it a cure for my 'restlessness'. I wanted to see that boy again. What was his name? I rubbed my forehead gingerly. I wish I knew why it hurt to touch him.
"My cornflower angel," I whispered.
I didn't know quite what it meant, but it sounded comforting. The sound of keys outside my door made me jump slightly. Keys? That could only be Dr. Sumizone. But why was she near? I shivered. Something was wrong. The door opened with a frightful sound that hurt my ears.
"Yami Motou…"
Author's Note: Lemme know what you think.