LL: Hey, people! :) Well, I kinda got this idea while I was listening "Your love is my drug by K$sha" and then I thought about asylums. Then I started thinking of the Little Mermaid. Then I imagined Yugi with a tail. . . I love thinking, don't you? Lol, I'm bot gonna keep you any longer. PLEASE READ!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or any of it's characters. I only own the plot and story, and maybe a few OC's.

WARNINGS: This is Yaoi. If you don't like boyxboy, don't read this please. Rated T for a reason, might contain small sexual scenes. You have been warned. . . (Yugi giggles in background)

Summary: When Yami Sennen is admitted into Domino Asylum, he meets the peculiar little boy who can't talk. In time, they grow to be friends. Can Yami convince Yugi that he won't be hurt again? Will Yugi ever fully trust someone? Read to find out. . .

Silent Treatment

Yami's POV

"Now, Yami, these people are going to look after you for sometime. Alright?" My dad was trying to sound ethusiastic, as if being sent to the loony bin was like going to a water park, or something.

"Sure, Dad. I'll be fine." I stared out the car window as the hospital came into view. It was just as I suspected, it was tall, white and very. . . clean looking.

Dad was still rattling about how I wouldn't be in the asylum for long. He looked tired. Strained even, to be taking his only son to a mental ward. I couldn't blame him. I would also be concerned if my boy had tried to kill himself once. Ok, twice. Fine! Four times, but that's how high I'll go.

My crimson eyes glared at the looming, brick building with distaste. I hated hospitals. Everything that was related to them. My dad stopped the car in front of the entrance. When I didn't get out of my seat, he reached over and ruffled my hair. I guess I forgot to tell you, I have this spiky black hair style with crimson streaks and blonde bangs. It looks awesome if I do say so myself.

Dad opened his car door and stepped out into the sunlight. I followed his example and we each took one of my suitcases. We walked into the hospital to a young, brunette receptionist. She smiled cheerily at us.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. My name is Sennen. My son," Dad looked at me and smiled encouragingly. "Tried to kill himself. We put all the information and incidents in his file."

The woman nodded, still keeping the barbie smile on her face. "Yes, if you'll come this way Mr. Sennen and Mr. Sennen."

She giggled and escorted us down a hall. We went down a few passages till we came into a large, airy room. It's walls were a baby blue and white. Couches, comfy arm chairs and a TV were in one corner. Against one wall were shelves from floor to ceiling, which were stacked with videos, boardgames and the sorts. A few people in plain white shirts, trousers and slippers sat here and there. Three were sitting on the floor playing monopoly. A man with a bandage on his head and a scar down one side of his mouth scowled as he caught me staring at him. The scar went in a curve down his chin, so it looked like he was frowning the whole time.

I stared back, unflinchingly, and eventually he looked away. I smirked and looked around the rest of the room. It seemed to be an entertainment room. There were large windows without curtains, so bright, warm sunlight filtered through. On the tiled floor were a few light rugs. Tables and chairs, which I might add, were baby proofed, were set up for group games or reading.

Our brunette tour guided gave a sugary sweet smile, and I grimaced in return, "Well, young Mr. Sennen? How do you like it?"

"It's ok, I guess." I replied.

She started talking again in a droning voice and started walking off to the side. We went back into a passage which had doors going on both sides. At the end of the passage was a huge, yellow and white cafeteria. The tables and chairs were once again baby proofed. The tables were empty though.

"Does no one eat around here?" I complained loudly.

Dad looked at me warningly and I closed my mouth, glowering.

But our guide only laughed and shook her head, "Oh we only have the three main meals. Breakfast is at 8 o'clock. Lunch is at 1. And Dinner is at six."

"Oh."

We went back down the hallway and through an entrance door to another passage. This one only had a few doors.

"These quarters are for those special cases we sometimes get." The woman explained.

She led us to a door and opened it slowly. She put a finger to her lips, signaling us to be quiet. The room was dark and seemingly empty. But she put a hand around the corner and clicked the light on. My father and I peered into the room.

The receptionist walked in, "Hi, Yugi. Have you been taking your meds?" She spoke in a way you would to a child who didn't understand something.

In one corner was a bunk bed. From the top bunk a tiny boy watched us with wide innocent eyes. My breath caught in my throat, he looks just like me! I felt like jumping up and down, pointing all the while at the boy.

There were a few differences in our appearances. We had the same style of pointed hair. But instead of crimson, his were a dark violet. His complexion was also pale compared to my egyptian tan. But it was his eyes that really struck me. There were a clear amethyst. A beautiful, rare jewel to have for eyes.

I felt my head cocking to the side as I stared at him. He looked no older than twelve.

"Uh, how old is he?" I asked.

"Seventeen. The same as you." Came the reply.

My dad came forward. He greeted my roommate in a friendly manner, "Hello there. This is my son, Yami. What's your name?"

The boy jumped off the top bunk, walked silently towards my father, and stuck his hand out politely. But he didn't speak.

The receptionest giggled again, "He can't talk, Mr. Sennen. He's as silent as a goldfish."

Even though my dad and the lady chuckled softly, I saw a twinge of annoyance flash across the boy's face, but it returned to the lifeless look it had before instantly.

My dad turned to me with a smile, "I'm sure you'll be alright, son. I'll see you on the nearest visitor day." We hugged once, then he left with the receptionest. The door closed, and I could hear the small click when it hit the frame. Everything was silent in the bedroom.

I looked back to where the boy was standing. He was watching me intently with those amethyst orbs of his. But when I caught his gaze, his pale cheeks flushed and he looked away. I grinned mentally, at least I don't have one of those guys who don't have feelings as a roommate. I thought happily.

"Hey, how am I supposed to know you're name if you don't talk?" I said playfully to him. I walked around him and sat on the bottom bunk.

I watched him walk to the corner of the wall. And it was then that I noticed that all over the walls were scrawled words and numbers. As if telling a story. . .

He pointed to a particular word on the wall and I squinted to see the white chalk marks.

"Yugi. That means 'Game', right?"

Yugi nodded. He sat on the floor cross-legged and hugged his arms around himself. He seemed to shiver in his thin white clothing.

"Um. . . You can go back onto your bed if you're cold, Yugi. I don't bite." I said, as if to assure him there was no danger.

Yugi only shook his head. His blonde bangs falling into his face. He turned back to his wall and took up a piece of chalk that lay on the floor. He drove it artistically over the blue walls and wrote a short message which struck me as very sweet.

Welcome, Yami Sennen. I'll try not to be very loud.

I chuckled. It was so ironic. Yugi looked back at me, a gentle smile on his face. He brought his hand up to his mouth to cover silent laughs. We ended up chuckling together. Mine being loud, while Yugi's was noiseless.

Well, what do you think? Please review and tell me.

And for those reading my other Yu-Gi-Oh story, I promise I won't neglect it. :)