Author Note: This is my new long term fanfic! I hope you enjoy. I do not own anything. This fanfic will be updated weekly on Saturdays when I get my internet back. No, that does not mean that I will be updating this Saturday.

I wrote this on my birthday so give me a break, okay?

Chapter 01 – Admission to Millennium Asylum

"I demand that this man is put into jail right away!" A tall man with a white, fancy trench coat said as he slammed his hands onto the desk. He glared right at his lawyer that was on the other side of the desk.

"Kaiba, this man is a boy," the lawyer said as he examine the documents that the other had thrown into disarray by his anger. "He's a minor. It's not possible to punish him to the extent that you want him to be."

"I don't care," Kaiba said with his arms crossed. "This boy stole from me! Seto Kaiba!"

"Yes, well, I know who you are sir. You hired me."

"Are you talking smart with me?" the CEO asked as he looked at the other with a raised eyebrow. He leaned close to the other. The lawyer would have said that Kaiba was insane, but he wanted to keep his job. There was only so much he could say to the other without having the CEO demand that he was shipped out of the country or something absurd like that. The man had the money to do anything he wished even if it meant twisting the law around.

Sure, that was corrupt. It was probably the worst decision of his life to work under him, but his wife and children needed to be fed and clothed. Kaiba was one of his VIP clients that he could not afford to lose, especially with the economy going down the toilet and less people being able to afford his services.

When Kaiba was tired hearing the awkward silence, he took a step back and crossed his arms to show that he was not pleased. However, this was somewhat ineffective, considering that the lawyer actually never seen the man smile.

"Why did I hire you if you're going to give me that attitude?" he asked as he stared down the older man. "There are other lawyers that would be glad to do what I need them to be doing."

"Yes, but not all of them have the skill to do what you need to be done," the lawyer pointed out with a sigh. The other didn't have a comeback for that, or temporarily accepted that the other's skill did allow him to be a least a little smart. The CEO might also be plotting right there and then about how to ruin the lawyer financially for his arrogance if he didn't do what he said he could be doing. "Now, I can't put him in jail since he's a minor, before you argue, please think about the situation. This could provide bad for business if you were to bend the law again. If business goes bad, then you'll lose money, and I know you hate to be doing that."

"Get to the point," Kaiba said with a slight eye twitch. "You better not be saying that I let the kid go. If I let him go then some other idiot will try to steal from my company, and I will not tolerate that."

"Well, put me as his defendant and pay me for it," the lawyer said as he stared right at the other without flinching. He enjoyed how the other was almost going red in anger. Normally, the anger wouldn't get that far, but, of course, when it involved money, the other was more than a little pissed off.

"Are you telling me to pay you to defend the one that I want in jail?" Kaiba asked. He was ready to tell the other that he was fired, but the other raised his hand to show that he was not finished.

"No, I'm telling you to pay me to send him to a place worst than jail."

This perked the interest of the CEO.

"Something…worse than jail?" Kaiba said, slowly. He wanted to make sure that he heard the other man say that correctly. "You might not be fired."

"Alright," the lawyer said as he showed the other the file that has been sitting on his desk. "There are records when he was being interrogated that he has memory loss and an extreme shift in personality when certain questions were asked. One moment he'd be crying his eyes out about how he didn't do it and the next he's attacking inanimate objects out of rage."

"So he's moodier than a pregnant woman. What does that have to do with anything?" the other asked as he tossed the papers back into the folder. The lawyer sighed and took out other papers that were copies of a brain scan.

"Well, the concerned officers had him have a brain scan," the lawyer said. "As you see here, there's different brain activity here and here. He has all the symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder."

"And?"

The lawyer sighed deeply and explained further, "I can be his defendant and say that he is insane. It will rule that he is not punished with the original penalties that you're upset for being too little, but be sent to an asylum."

"Ah, then he will be like a prisoner at the Millennium Asylum," Kaiba said as he understood what the other was getting at now. He nodded. "This sounds good, but why should I pay you to defend him?"

"Think of the headliners," the lawyer said with a smile. "Generous Seto Kaiba pays for the lawyer of the poor thief! It would be good for your image. It'll improve your business indirectly."

"I'd hate for you to be against me," Kaiba commented as he revealed the amount of money that he was going to pay the lawyer. "To show my appreciation, you'll take half of your pay now and the rest after the boy is in the custody of the people at the Millennium Asylum."

"Right sir," the other nodded as he took the money. The one thing he liked about Kaiba was that he gave his money in cash, not check. It was another way for him to brag that he had more money than anyone could make in their entire lives, but it made the lawyer's life easier as he didn't need to track his client if the check were to bounce. Plus, he loved the feeling of counting his money.

Kaiba must have rubbed off him…

A boy with round eyes, that where red from crying his eyes out, sat in front of his reflection as he waited for this lawyer that Kaiba had hired for him. I couldn't help but to feel that this help wasn't really a trick. It was like a treat that turned out to be poisoned. There was no other metaphor that the boy could think of. He just continued to stare at his reflection.

In the reflection, his appearance was different. He still had his white hair that stood out, bright as day in a crowd. It was natural. He knows this, because his family had this trait that appears every so often where they show traits of being albino without being completely albino. For instance, his uncle had white hair, just like him, but he had a tan that many would envy. But the boy still found his reflection interesting.

In the boy's eyes, he saw that his reflection wasn't really his own. The eye shape was different along with the fact that it had very similar eyes to his uncle. The redness stared back at him with a secret that only the boy would know. The lips of his reflection were curled up into a smirk that the boy knew would haunt his dreams that night.

"It's your fault, you know," the boy whispered. His voice was sore and broken from screaming about how he was innocent. He clenched the mirror in his hands and took a quick look around to see if anyone was looking at him. "They either think I'm insane or a criminal."

A voice that could only be heard by the young boy entered his head. The reflection moved its lips as if the voice was coming from the mirror. The boy frowned as he knew that it was coming from his head. He knew that for a long time.

"You are insane," the voice said with a smirk. "And don't worry. I'll get us out of this, Ryou."

It was actually rare that the other would address the boy by his name. He only did it when he was serious. Normally Ryou would be called things like, "Host" or "Landlord". Once in a while he was addressed as "Master" whenever the voice was mocking him. Usually that name would come in whenever Ryou asked him to leave him alone, but of course the other would just do the opposite.

The sound of his name caused Ryou to calm down. He smiled gently, but anyone else other than the people that knew him very well wouldn't notice the small sign of happiness. Unfortunately, the only one that knew him that well would be only Bakura and maybe his uncle.

"Thank you, Bakura," he said to the other in a soft whisper.

"Who are you talking to?" the lawyer asked as he entered the room. "Are you really the boy that I'm supposed to be meeting? You seem relatively normal compared to what I've heard from everyone else."

Ryou's smile faded as he looked at this strange man that took the seat in front of him. He lowered the mirror, but he could still see Bakura. He was making faces at the lawyer and making rude gestures that made Ryou blush. The other looked down to avoid looking at Bakura and to hide his face with his hair.

"You know why I'm here, right?" the other continued, frowning at how he wasn't getting a response. He didn't think that the other deserved the wrath of Seto Kaiba and it was unbelievable that this boy could make away with that much money for so long.

"Because of Kaiba…" Ryou said softly, uncomfortable with talking to the other. He shifted in his seat and looked at the mirror to calm himself down. It wasn't that he enjoyed the sight of Bakura, but he needed it to calm down. He didn't know how it got this way, but he's been like this for a while. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"No," the other said. "I honestly don't, but if I don't do this then Kaiba will put you in jail. I don't think you need that."

"So you are going to put me in the crazy house?"

Ryou looked directly as the other. The stare made the situation reverse as the lawyer was now the one uncomfortable. He tried to look somewhere else to calm himself down, but it made him even more on edge.

"How did you know?" he asked, looking at Ryou.

The other let out a big sigh and looked over at Bakura that was crossing his arms. The other looked at him and switched places with it. The changes were apparent in the mirror, but of course you'd have to crazy to actually know what was going on. The thief looked at the lawyer with crossed arms and a glare. The other looked shocked as this was the sudden shift in personality that he had read in his reports. He, however, thought that the reports are exaggerated, maybe they were not.

"I know people like you," Bakura said with a slight sneer. He glared at the other in disgust. "And I know about the system here. If I'm right, Kaiba wants me in jail and can make it happen with his money. The only way out would be to declare that I am insane. But an asylum could just be another prison for me."

"Y-yes, well," the lawyer said. "It's better than being in jail at that age. You'd be prison food."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I'll enjoy this anymore than I will just because there's a little upside to it," the other growled out. "You think you're doing something good for us, but you're wrong."

"Well, I don't see any other way out and I am a lawyer," the other argued raising his voice. "This is the only option that is open to you other than jail. I suggest you take it."

The other's face softened up and looked down. It was Ryou again and he was sobbing again. He didn't want to go to jail or an asylum. He just wanted to stay with his Uncle and start school like a normal person. He would blame Bakura, but there was no point to enforce the lawyer's belief that he was insane by yelling at his reflection. Out of veil of his bangs that hid his face, he could see that Bakura was shaking his head.

"Crying isn't going to get us out of this," Bakura said.

The lawyer, even though he had now seen why the other was considered insane, pitied Ryou. He looked down and tried to think of something that would make him happy, but there was truly nothing that he could do. If he was Kaiba, he'd just let the kid go, but Kaiba would never do that. He cared more about his money then how he affected other people's lives.

"Look, an asylum isn't all bad," lawyer said, even though he had no idea what actually went on in the asylums other than what he saw in movies. "Maybe you'll meet interesting people."

Ryou looked at the lawyer and frowned. He wanted a normal life. Going to an asylum did not sound normal at all so it did not make him feel any better. Bakura seemed to be ticked off about how the lawyer made these claims.

"Well, have you ever been in an asylum?" Bakura yelled, even though the other could not hear him. "Landlord, don't believe anything he says. He's probably trying to deceive you."

"At the Millennium Asylum," the lawyer continued. "There's a section for teenagers like you. I'll see if I can put you in that section. You'll be around people that are around your age."

"That sounds a little better," Ryou said. His voice was shaking, because he was still afraid, but he managed not to stutter. He knew that Bakura would yell at him if he was any more pathetic than he was now.

"Millennium Asylum?" Bakura asked, raising an eyebrow. "It was probably named that because no one that has been admitted can ever get out."

Ryou sighed at the other. He felt that he was jumping to conclusions, but he could have been right. What was the chance of him getting out once he has been announced crazy? Once they believe you're crazy, even if you act completely normal they will keep you in. Part of a defense system of the mind is to act normal, but usually that is flawed and unstable. They would perform more tests that could last for years, before they could announce that they were fit for society. Probably, the only way that Ryou could get out is to take some medication that they subscribe to him.

"I could try to get you out once Kaiba forgotten all about you," the lawyer suggested. "I don't know how yet, but I'll do my best. But you do seem like you need help."

"I don't," Ryou said softly, but then raised his voice as he continued. "I'm a normal person. A normal kid. I'm supposed to be transferring schools and making new friends. I don't want to go to an asylum!"

"Lower your voice," the lawyer said as he rubbed his forehead. He felt a headache coming on. "This is the only way. I will go now, Mr. Bakura."

Ryou looked away from the other and did not answer him. He looked at the small mirror and held it in front of him. He rubbed his eyes gently and yawned. The other took that as he was too tired to say farewell so he left the room.

"We're not going to get out of this," Ryou said as he grabbed the frame tightly. "Why did you have to rob from the largest CEO in this country?"

"Because it was challenging, and I needed a lot of money fast," Bakura said as he looked at the other with a deadpanned face. "You asked me this before."

"I know…" the other said softly. "You did it to help Uncle out."

"Yes, and I made off with enough to set him off for life," Bakura said with a smirk. "Maybe even set us off for life."

"Wait, you stole from Kaiba multiple times?" Ryou asked with wide eyes.

"Well, stealing is like speeding," Bakura said, thinking about how to explain how they got caught. "If you do it often enough, you're more likely to get caught. Of course, we got caught much later down the road."

"Bakura…" Ryou said as he did hit his head. Ever since Bakura came along, he has been going through some sort of trouble, but he can't even remember his life before Bakura. Right now, it was always so centered on the other. It could be that Bakura was just part of his imagination, but right now he didn't care. The other was there for him when others were not. That's all that mattered.

"Hey, next time. Do you think I should just throw the money out of the window for random street people to enjoy?" Bakura asked. "It would be funny. We can see people fight over the money and Kaiba would be so pissed off."

"After all of this, you're still thinking about what to do next?"

"Of course. It's not like I can't sneak out of the asylum to do something when you're asleep."

Ryou hit his head again.