Hello again! Here is my new story! I decided to go with the psychopath story LOL. Anyway, I'm kinda hoping this chapter isn't too bad, but I also know that sometimes I really do need to just get writing in order to get rolling. I'm so glad this term finishes next week -_- I'm so sick of school.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa in any way, all rights belong to CLAMP, though sometimes I sure wish I owned it xD

And on with the show!...Story…

Syaoran walked through the halls of the psych ward, having just treated one of his patients and discharged them. He entered his office, tired and fatigued from his long night of work. He sat at his desk, flicking through the pages of his patients file to sign the papers of discharge. "You look tired." A sweet female voice came from behind him, placing a cup of hot coffee in front of him on his desk. "Hello Chii." Syaoran greeted. "Difficult patient?" The blonde asked. "Nah, it was pretty easy to deal with actually." He answered, taking a sip of his coffee. "I suppose that's a good thing." Chii giggled. "Yeah…" he sighed. "You know, all of the patients you treat and tend to seem to always warm up to you, but when someone else comes into the room after you've left they don't even say a word. There's something about you that's just so likeable." Chii mused. "Is there something that you're getting at?" Syaoran asked curiously. "The director asked me if I could give you this file-it's an extremely complicated case, and I doubt anyone else would be able to take this case apart from you." Chii admitted, handing him the file. "If it's coming from the director then it must be important." Syaoran said, taking the file. He opened to the first page; details of his patient were written on the page before him. A picture was in the left hand corner; it was of a beautiful girl-twenty five years old was what was written for her age. She had beautiful deep green emerald eyes and short caramel hair that surrounded her beautifully sculpted face. Her skin was pale, and her lips a soft pink. She looked like a kind girl, and judging from the warm smile on her face was also very gentle and sweet. He remembered someone being wheeled in pretty fast into the emergency ward earlier during the day, and if she'd been placed in the psych ward then something nasty must've happened. Syaoran looked at the name underneath the photo. Next to the name it said: Missing-Five Years. "Sakura Kinomoto huh?" he sighed. He flicked through the photos that the file contained, seeing some incredibly nasty wounds all over her body. "She's a pretty thing, but incredibly deadly." Chii said, looking at the photo on the first page. "What makes you say that?" Syaoran asked. "After she woke up in the emergency ward she attacked anyone who tried to touch her-and by attack, I mean jumping out of the bed and throwing punches and kicks, knocking out some of them. She seemed to be well trained in the martial arts; Freya, a couple of other doctors and nurses and I had to restrain and sedate her. And boy was it difficult." Chii explained. "Oh, by the way-she's due for medication and treatment now." Chii told him. "Thanks, Chii. Can you go check on the patient in room four oh one?" Syaoran requested. "On it!" Chii's cheerful voice came from the door.

Syaoran slid the door of room nine open, walking in and shutting it behind him. He noticed the tray of medication sitting beside her-he'd have to give it via needle. The girl was still unconscious, allowing Syaoran the chance to examine her injuries and wounds as well as allowing him to give her medication. He looked at her arms which were covered in various purple bruises and scratches, while her wrists seemed to have wounds from what may have been hand cuffs or chains. There were perfectly carved wings in her back-probably made by a blunt knife or something similar. She had numerous bite marks on her shoulders, and looking at her sides it seemed as if something-maybe finger nails, Syaoran couldn't tell-had been raked through her skin. He looked at her legs, noticing the large gash in her thigh and a tattoo of a phoenix surrounding a skull on the other. He placed gauze on the gash in her thigh as it was quite deep, and bandaged her wrists after placing an antiseptic cream over the wounds. He placed some more gauze over the bite marks in her shoulders and rubbed some antiseptic cream over the carved wings in her back. He stitched up the gashes in her sides and placed gauze over them. Syaoran then turned his back to walk over to the sink in order to wash his hands and throw the rubber gloves in the bin, and was surprised when he felt an arm wrap around his neck, choking him. Using his own defences, he twisted himself out of the grasp, grabbing the arm that was wrapped around him. He saw that his opponent was indeed his patient that he'd just treated, and quickly noticed the fist that was flying towards his face. He blocked it with his hand, feeling the full force of her punch; it was strong-very strong. She twisted her arm free and sent a kick flying his way, but unfortunately for her he also blocked it. He then moved quickly, twisting both her arms behind her back, putting her in a position where she could neither attack nor defend herself. She attempted to wriggle free of his grasp and soon found that it was no use. "Please, calm down." He requested softly. At the sound of his voice she immediately stopped, growing rigid and tense. He loosened his grip, allowing her arms to fall limply to her sides. She turned and faced him, her eyes full of anger, hatred, fear and sadness. "Where am I?" She demanded, not letting her guard slip. "You're at the hospital-you have some very serious wounds that need to be taken care of, and you've been placed under my care. I will not do anything to harm you-I promise." He said kindly, choosing his words carefully. She seemed content with the answer she was given, and took a step back not liking the close proximity between herself and the doctor. She fell to the floor, coughing up blood violently and brought a hand to her stomach where blood was seeping through her white hospital gown. Syaoran knelt down in front of her, attempting to get a better look at her state but was shoved away by her as if she was attempting to protect herself from something or someone. "Look, you aren't going to get any better if I don't treat you." He said. She looked up at him, anguish and pain reflecting in her eyes before fainting into his lap before having the chance to say anything. Blood from her mouth stained his work trousers, but he wasn't bothered-he was more concerned about the health of his patient. He carefully picked her up and carried her back over to her bed, peeling back the material to reveal a hidden wound; the wound was deep, and Syaoran was surprised that she hadn't died from it yet. He set himself to work, carefully dealing with the wound and hooking her up to a drip. "What in the world happened to you…?" he whispered.

That's all for now! I'm sorry this chapter is a little dodgy, but I'm hoping it'll get better as I write more. Please Review! :3