Me, Interrupted

Summary: Otogi ends up in a mental hospital due to certain 'problems' and meets a few people he already knows.

And here I am, in a hospital, a mental hospital. Just for a short stay. Apparently normal people don't attempt suicide. I don't think what I did was so bad, you know. And yet here I am in crappy hospital clothes, trapped here with all the psychos.

My arms are nicely wrapped still in white bandages. The skin has already knitted together, and now all you can see are faintly pink lines. I like looking at them. I'm not allowed to touch them though. I'm not allowed to touch my own skin, my own body, and it annoys me. They don't have any power over me, fascist bastards.

Just the pills.

I am to share a room with some strangers; no one is in the room currently. I don't want to know more people. Please, take this, and run far away, far as you can see. I don't want to meet my room mates. Hoping I don't have one is as futile as trying to ignore their possessions, meagre as we're allowed.

Staring out the window, he comes in and stops, surprised. I turn around, surprised, though maybe I shouldn't be. Seto Kaiba, in a mental institution. He must be climbing the walls here.

"Ryuji Otogi. What are you in for?" He sees my arms, he just wants to make me say it out loud. I am tainted, and Happiness, and peace of mind, were never meant for me. I won't say it, because I won't let him near me, not near ME, not inside. They want to break me, mould me, turn me normal, but I'm not and I won't ever be! My silence isn't surprising to him, he just turns and walks back out the door, before re-entering with two others I know well, for both tried to take over the known world.

Bakura and Marik. Two psychos of their own brand. They stare at me a moment before laughing.

"Look Sseto, a nummmber cruncherrr forrr youuuu." Marik croons, licking his lips.

Bakura just gives me a look that I know well. He'd kill me right now if it would make him feel alive. All these pieces, and promises, and left behinds, if only I could see

I look down at my forearms, feel the bandages, reassure myself. I don't want to be here, and I don't want to be talking to them. I don't want to be back at my collapsed company, don't want to know anything about my stupid game and I don't want to do some other shitty job. I guess the problem lies therein, I don't know what I want.

Bakura comes and sits down on the end of my bed, Marik takes the end of Seto's. A pale arm moves as fingers dance lightly up my back. I feel it but ignore it. As I can read Bakura, so he can read me. Marik and Seto watch us, eyes narrowed, before Seto turns around and takes off his coat. Ahhh, my eyes silently understand. Seto is here so someone can teach him to eat again. A scowl, quickly revealed before being masked, shows me he knows that I know.

I look at Bakura, and he laughs maniacally because he sees my eyes are dead.

In my nothing, you meant everything, everything to me.


Sometimes I wonder if I dramatise my life too much, exaggerate things to get attention. I don't think I do- but the niggling fear is always there.

Bakura and Marik are in here for being genuinely psycho, Bakura has trouble understanding why he shouldn't do things, as well as being a kleptomaniac and Marik has had a fair few hallucinations. Fantastic. Not to mention I remember them when I was with Yugi, strange, they call him Pharaoh. I wonder if its one of the hallucinations? They say he's two people. They're referring to him as 'Pharaoh' now. I see Seto's face twitch and realise he's laughing at their expense. Bakura growls, realising it too.

I sigh inwardly, as I notice Bakura's hand rummaging through my stuff.

"Bakura, why are you stealing my condoms?" I sighed.

"Why do you have condoms?" Seto asked, eyebrow raised.

"I didn't pack, Malik did for me." I replied, Marik nodding as if it all made sense. I wasn't exactly in a state to do anything. I have lingering… after-effects from the incident.

"Well, at least now we have a source of condoms and lube… gee Malik packed enough, depressing, isn't it, that he thinks you'll be here that long?" Bakura strokes a box of condoms with a glint in his eye.

Whatever.

He hisses, annoyed at my lack of caring and leans over, biting me on the neck. I welcome the sharp pain. It seems I'm somewhat of a masochist. When he lifts his head, his lips are slightly stained. He broke skin. I continue to stare calmly at him, knowing it's agitating him. Seto and Marik watch in amusement as they watch us. It seems Bakura has found a new toy to play with. Me. Marik makes his way over to join us, crawling on all fours. In a somewhat detached way, I think, it's sexy. When he doesn't look freakily insane, he looks hot. He reaches me, and licks my face mewling like a cat. Should I be worried? Seto laughs.

"He's been a bit unhinged since being separated from his Hikari. Although from all reports Malik isn't doing too well without him anyway." Seto commented, sitting on the other bed, like a king. King of what?

Bakura gets bored, and wanders off.

"Tea time Ryuji-pretty!" Marik grins and leaps nimbly off the bed. Seto gets up too, ignoring his coat. I am curious to know what happens to Seto, to watch Seto eat and he knows. But out here it's White, there's so much fucking white it makes me edgy. Everywhere it's white.

-FLASH-

"Don't you see? Every minute people die because pretty rich boys like you hoard your money. People like this, innocent people, die."

-FLASH-