Things had never been right. Everything had been misplaced, disorganized, or broken. The only thing that seemed to stay the same had been the window in the small room. The bed was unmade, a complete mess from the albino laying, sitting or sleeping on. The floor seemed clean for the most part, besides for a few bloodstains and piles of things that had been broken. The back of the door had been clawed at, showing that someone had wanted out of this room; this cell of his. A pile of books were scattered on the floor in front of a bookcase. The books had information written in them about the human body, interesting facts hidden within the passages. A few notebooks lay on a desk that had claw marks, scattered on the top of the wooden object. A chair had been resting on its side rather than in the correct, upright position. Clearly, the person who resided in the room had a mental breakdown, anger issues.

"No matter what they tell you, don't let them inside your head, Shiro." A watery, two-toned voice spoke from a figure sitting on the bed within the room, his hair covering his eyes. However, a psychotic grin had formed onto pale lips, appearing painful to whoever looked at the albino. As a punishment for him snapping, he had been forced into a straightjacket. The suit was meant to keep him from knocking over anything, or breaking anything. It always worked, but only because there was nothing else to break; besides the window, of course.

"All they want to do is get inside and strip down what makes you, you. Don't let 'em. Shut 'em out, one day, you'll get your revenge on 'em. Watch them all burn in hell!" Maniacal laughter came from the pale being as his head shot up, revealing something inhuman. This teenage boy had something frightening, something that wasn't normal. It was his eyes. It wasn't the fact that his eyes were golden, they only played a small part in what was bone-chilling, but, it had been the fact that the sclera wasn't white. No, it was black.

Soft footsteps could be heard, along with the shuffling of a coat. A few "hellos" had been given and also received as the teenager made his way down the hallway corridor. It was none other than Doctor Ichigo Kurosaki. Now, he wasn't the type of doctor that you would think he was, working in hospitals and all of that. Sure, he did have to help with injuries, but he also did help the mind. He was working in an insane asylum, helping the patients here.

Tan hands had been stuffed into the pockets of his white lab coat as brown eyes narrowed in concentration. He had just begun to work here, and he was assigned to one patient only. They had called him "Hollow," discarding his real name which had been Hichigo Shirosaki. Ichigo had heard rumors of why the albino had been given a nickname. One of them being he couldn't feel anything, no emotions whatsoever. Another rumor was that he seemed hollowed. Either way, Ichigo didn't enjoy the fact that this boy his age had been deprived of his real name.

Taking in a deep breath, Ichigo grabbed a hold of a clipboard, reading over the words that had been scribbled onto the paper. 'Patient "Hollow" has been throwing more fits recently. Drugs have had no effect on him, so he's been put in a straightjacket as punishment.' There it was; the inhuman reaction. In the orangette's mind, it was only a cry for attention. And no one seemed to be answering the plead.

A soft sigh had passed through light, rosy pink lips as Ichigo set down the clipboard, discarding the usual objects that the previous doctors had brought in when they visited the patient. Ichigo saw no need for them, they weren't what he wanted to use, and he didn't think it would help 'Hollow.' He had turned to face the door that led him to see the albino before he headed in that direction. Once he reached the door, long, tan fingers gripped the knob before twisting it and opening it.

The room was a mess; things had been pushed over, knocked over, thrown and broken. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

"Well, well, well. Look at what the master sent in. If it isn't a mouse. Come to play with the cat?" A blue tongue had come out of the albino's mouth, licking his pale, chapped lips. "I'm guessing that you would be my new doctor! Isn't this going to be fun, I wonder, how long will it take for you to crack?"

Brown hues narrowed slightly as Ichigo looked at the male before him. 'Hollow' had been sitting in a crisscross manner, leaning forward slightly with a startling grin. Golden eyes had locked onto chocolate ones, and Ichigo had to repress a shiver.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Shirosaki." This was going to be a long, long, long week for Ichigo.