Ayumi, Koga, Nakano, and Taishi were played by my friend(Keeroy). Yoshiki and Yuuya were played by me(Yuminii). We do not own the characters Ayumi nor Yoshiki.
Yoshiki was a little glad to be leaving the music store. It had been a nice gig, but it was mostly only part-time pay... He could do better, and it had actually been easy to land a new job. Sure, it was one of those 'undesirables', but the pay was good enough, and nothing was too bad for him as long as the money equaled out.
His new job... was being a guard, at an Asylum. Sure, at times, it'd probably be a hand full, but he could manage. Plus, this way, his budget would be in better shape by the end of the month. At this place, he could actually make enough to have some sort of profit that isn't contributed to food, or other home expenses.
It was the day he started, and as always, he was a little nervous, but everything would fall into a routine eventually. He dressed in the uniform he was given, and then left after making sure it was all in order. He made the trip to the building, and it's fencing sort of gave an ominous feeling. The less serious patients probably felt like prosecuted criminals... But the moral standing of everything wasn't his concern, really.
He passed the front door security, coming into the foyer-type area. The receptionist noticed he was new, and told him to wait there for another guard to show him around and give him the ground rules and basic duties. He nodded, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed. He didn't like being new, because others before him thought themselves better, but ultimately it didn't matter. This was a good job, the best he could probably get without a school degree.
Koga disliked showing new runts around the facility, since they normally asked too many questions. The fresh-faced guards were always a little unsettled by some of the patients that resided in their lovely institution. Their fear contorted to some sort of sympathy for the psychopaths and crazies, which Koga found was a huge waste of time. The pay check was pretty damn great, compared to what cashiering or stocking would offer. He grumbled acknowledgement to a senior guard that said their was a new guy waiting for the training.
Imagine his surprise when he saw Kishinuma Yoshiki. Koga hadn't formally known him very well, since he himself had dropped out of high school in the 2nd year. He had no clue that Yoshiki had called it quits at the school too. He had heard others talk about the delinquent, so his reputation was pretty well-known for the small school. Yoshiki never was concerned with hanging out with Koga and his miscreant friends, which always managed to piss the group off. A delinquent who felt himself better than the other slackers. "Heh, well, lookie here. It's a regular Kisaragi Academy reunion," Koga noted as he approached.
Yoshiki grimaced as his senior was revealed to be Koga. He didn't know much about him, other than he was a fellow dropout, only with a more annoying and cruel attitude. He shifted his weight back onto his feet, his hands dropping back to his sides. His eyes were narrowed, and not very amused with his senior's comment. Reunion... Peh, the two hardly knew each other. The only thing they had in common was their irritation for one another. "Just get on with the tour," he replied flatly, not really wanting to chit chat with Koga. He'd like to start work, so things could just fall into place.
It was pretty damn obvious Yoshiki's attitude had hardly changed. Koga shot him a small sneer as he pulled up a clipboard with a formalized list. Lists were a big thing in this place, even though it was never formally checked you completed it. Put a few checks where it said 'medicine taken' and 'food consumed' and you were golden. "Alright, alright," Koga snorted as he began to walk."You're assigned to be with the class A group, but the actual training wants me to show you how to deal with each group," Koga began to explain in a monotone voice. This was so boring. Plus, Yoshiki was hardly an amusing audience. Most the guys in here were pretty cool and easy to get along with, but he doubted the bleached-haired boy would be anything like that. They headed down to the far side of the ward, the walls painted in pastels to give a false sense of warmth. "Group C is normally short-term visitors. Girls who slit their wrists and boys who overdosed... Basically, failed suicide attempts and small mental breakdowns are what you'll find here," Koga explained as he walked by some of the rooms. Barred windows allowed them to glance in to the sunken in faces of depressed and broken people.
Yoshiki followed Koga quietly, looking as they passed certain things. When going past the first rooms, which looked more like cells, he couldn't help but find a little disdain for places like this. They were for helping those with mental problems, but with rooms like these, they probably only made their problems worse... Well, again, it wasn't his problem. Since this was C, and the patients were probably considered the 'least insane', he was wondering what A would be like. The real problems? That would be fun... The real dangerous ones who never left. That was just his luck... and it was probably where Koga was assigned to too.
Koga moved back the C section, a little envious of the guards stationed there. The patients were the easiest to deal with, so the senior guards normally took the lofty positions for themselves. "Alright, down that hallway is the psychiatrist who has full control over what happens to the patients. She's the one who clears them for release, diagnoses them, and prescribes them medicine. She's a major bitch, so try not to piss her off," Koga explained briefly as they passed the hallway. It was rare when the guards ever needed to talk to her, but it was good to be aware of her. Although, he didn't give a shit if Yoshiki got in trouble or not, but if the fault could be traced back to insufficient training, he'd feel the brunt force of it. "This is B section. These are patients who show improvement and are on a path to getting release, but they're slower to get there than C patients. They're known for outbursts and such, because it proves hard to find the right balance of medicine and therapy for them," he droned on as he kept walking right through. He's done this spiel before, and it was boring those times too. "Over in those doors is the cafeteria. Group C and B for the most part get to go outside their rooms to it, but the group we look after is served food in their rooms," Koga sighed, shaking his head as obvious irritation at the fact cut through. He hated feeding those crazies, since they rarely cooperated. "You'll pick up the cart with the trays at 7 AM for breakfast, 12 PM for lunch, and 5 PM for dinner," Koga said as he made check marks on the clipboard. "Each lunch is labeled because the patient's pills are included with it," he added, making another check with a bored cluck of his tongue.
Yoshiki listened closely, which was about the only time he'd ever do so for Koga. His eyes followed to each place he pointed out. With the mention of Group A, he was starting to wonder exactly how bad these patients were. The most violent ones, no doubt, if they couldn't join the others to eat normally. Though, as he thought, he had to wonder why the newest were assigned to the most dangerous. One would think you'd need the best to guard the most dangerous... But it didn't matter. He'd do what he could, and hopefully no one would be a big problem. He nodded slightly, to show Koga he understood and to signal him to continue.
Koga glanced over the checklist once more, glazing over to make sure he didn't miss anything. With that confirmed, he continued on. "In that set of doors is the recreational room. The more stable, harmless patients get to go in there, socialize, watch TV, play board games... It's sorta like an old folks home in there," he mentioned with a shrug. "You don't really have to worry about that, though. No one in group A is allowed in there." Their unpredictable behavior and violent tendencies made it impossible to allow them out. Damn, he hoped he moved over to the B or C group eventually. Dealing with the lunatics in A was torture. "The nurse's' station is over there," he gestured down another length of hallway. "They'll patch you up if you get hurt, and they are normally circling around to check on patients." The chances of getting hurt were pretty slim in most areas but given where they were, it wasn't impossible. He approached a sealed door that wouldn't open without authorization. It was a safeguard in case one of the psychos ever got loose. He pulled out his employee ID card and slid it in the slot. The door beeped, a small green light going off before clicking unlocked. "Yeah, when you're done with this, make sure to run to the receptionist area. They'll take your picture and make you up your own card," he grumbled as he put the ID back where it had been. He shut the door behind them, making sure it had locked properly. "Alright, welcome to section A: Home of the greatest psychopaths and lunatics Japan has to offer."
Yoshiki kept his thoughts to himself, feeling more and more that these A class people were probably just getting worse without any contact. It's been proven that isolation had the worst effects to people... Yeah, he didn't have any friends, but he wasn't caged up like an animal and prohibited to any human contact, other than guards just throwing a tray into the room or any injections they needed. It was pretty sad, but what else were they supposed to do? It was true that the other patient and staffs' safety were probably more of a concern. It was too risky to let the class A's mingle with everyone else, but it didn't stop him from feeling a bit of sympathy for them. They'd never get out of here... If he was stuck in here, he'd rather his life cut short than just rot away.
He followed Koga into the tight security doors, his mind getting an idea of how dangerous these people were going to be... Though most would probably be tough to deal with at times, he'd like some specifics... "Are there... any specific ones I should be more careful around?" he asked as his eyes glanced around to the tough steel doors at either side.
Koga sneered at the patients, disdain towards the subhuman behavior of all of them. They all had their own weird quirks and disorders, and all of them presented a threat in some way. He paused for a moment at Yoshiki's question, considering his answer for a moment before speaking, "Yeah, the ones that you're not sure are crazy." He glanced in one of the rooms at a middle aged man chanting lines from Edgar Allen Poe. Koga slammed his fist against the metal door, the vibrations cutting the mans chattering short. Seemingly satisfied with shutting the man up, he continued to talk. "The ones that are obviously fucked up are still pains to deal with, but the ones with some awareness of all of this prove to be the most dangerous," he said as his eyes caught onto the different patients. "To name a few... Kizami, Shinozaki, and Ueda," he rattled off the names, grimacing as each patient came to mind.
Yoshiki watched the overly aggressive movement, that he wasn't sure if it was completely necessary. Were they not even allowed to talk? What a pathetic life to live... It was almost as if they were dead already. His eyes came back to Koga as he named off the exceptionally dangerous ones, though only one really rung a bell. It was all over the news, when he had worked at the music store. It was always on the TV they had up in the back of the store... about Kizami Yuuya. He was tried for a student's murder, but was acquitted on the grounds of insanity. That was a little... intimidating, to be working with such a person. But the security was tight enough that his life probably wasn't in danger."Alright," was all he said in response, committing the names to memory.
Koga marked another check on the list of procedures. For the most part, that would probably cover it... It wasn't like another guard was ever so far away that Yoshiki couldn't ask for information about the stuff he missed. "One little tip, before I let you off to actually work," Koga began to say as he lifted the police baton from his belt. "Don't be afraid to smack them around a little. Things become a lot easier when the patients are actually afraid of you," he said as he pushed the weapon back into his belt. They didn't get guns, unfortunately, since none of them had gone through the necessary training. The baton could do a lot of damage, though.
Yoshiki's eyes narrowed at the weapon, his dislike for Koga going up ever so slightly. How disgusting... The baton was in case you were in trouble, but he hit them to assert dominance? The patients, in turn, would probably be scared of him too... He didn't really like that, but it could be corrected within time. He certainly wouldn't abuse these people... They seemed to be handling enough misery around here as it was. "Is that it?" he asked, anxious to part ways with Koga. First, he needed to make a pass, right? Then... normal patrol? He wasn't sure yet which guards did what, especially when it came to the food. Were they assigned to give food to a particularly group of people? Like, alphabetical order... Oh well, he'd figure that out eventually. If he was lost enough, he'd ask someone about it, but he wouldn't ask Koga. He wanted to talk to him as less as possible.
Koga shot him a flat look as Yoshiki seemed to dismiss his advice. It wasn't smart to be kind or sympathetic towards these people. They were basically animals trapped in human bodies, unable to function in real society. If Yoshiki let down his guard too much, the patients would pick up on that. They'll notice he's a bleeding heart and use it to their full advantage. Yoshiki will end up in the nurse's station within days. Though, Koga wasn't against seeing such a thing, honestly. He'd love to see the newbie get cut down a few pegs. "That's it," he confirmed, because he was bored of giving a tour, but mostly he was bored with Yoshiki.
Yoshiki nodded to him, dismissing himself when he got the chance. He'd only use violence when he had to, definitely not to make them all submissive. That wasn't how he worked... And it was actually illegal. Without a sound reason, it was just pure abuse. But... he didn't really have a way to report it. If the boss of this place condoned it, he'd probably be fired for saying anything. He needed this job to survive at all... So he couldn't risk anything.
He went and got his own ID card made, and by that time, is was already around lunch time. He made it to the cafeteria, going to the back and casting glances at the carts. He still wasn't sure of which one he was in charge of, or if there even was an order. He was starting to realize how lost he really was... He had been to prideful to ask Koga hardly anything, but now he found himself a little clueless on what he was really supposed to do.
Taishi was a little early coming to pick up his set of trays, since he always liked to get a head start. It always took quite a bit of coaxing to get his set of patients to eat and swallow their pills as directed... As frustrating as it could be, he was able to keep his temper down by just telling himself he didn't want to be like Koga. It managed to do the trick pretty well. As he approached his set, he noticed a new guard standing around with little direction in his appearance. Taishi was wondering when they were going to replace the old guard who had quit after an... ehm... incident. "Hey, you're the newest guard in section A, right?" Taishi asked after approaching. He wondered who had trained him... He didn't seem to have any idea on how to handle the lunch order.
Yoshiki turned when he heard a voice that seemed to be directed at him. He glanced towards the trays, then back to the new face. At least it wasn't Koga... "Yeah... Is it really obvious?" he asked with a half smirk, glancing aside. It felt a little silly to be so lost, especially when everyone around could tell. He hated being the obvious new guy... But he really had wanted to get away from Koga. Just being near him made him feel a little sick.
Taishi had a sympathetic half smile on his face. It was hard enough to be fresh at a job, but not knowing what to do...? He must have been trained pretty poorly. "Heh, well, yeah," he admitted, since it was hard to not notice the lost look on his face. "I take it you were trained by one of the many asshats around here?" he asked, since he had to guess that's where the fault lied. There were a lot of guards around here who lived on cutting corners. While Taishi didn't exactly see himself with the best work ethic in the world, he was definitely leagues above Koga and the like.
Yoshiki gave a small sigh at the other guard's confirmation, but he didn't mind it so much. At least he'd actually get proper guidance. On the plus side, this guy seemed tolerable, much more so than Koga. He chuckled lightly, looking to the other guard with his default smirk. "Yeah... An ass I sort of knew in high school, even," he informed, regretting that he knew Koga more than he'd like to.
Taishi tilted his head curiously at the new information, brain jumping ahead as it tried to guess which one of the other guards he had been trained by. "Ah, geeze, really? Who trained you?" he asked, since there were a couple people that came to mind as being jerks enough to leave a new guard half-taught. Really, they'd all end up getting in trouble if trays weren't taken out of the cafeteria at all. Plus, the new guy not knowing what to do would just leave more work for all of them. The shortsightedness of the jerks around here was astounding.
Yoshiki nodded slightly. Though it was half his fault he was in the dark a little, Koga probably didn't teach any new guards well. He was just that sort of person. "Ibaraki Koga... He's probably the biggest ass of them all, right? Or at least close," he guessed with a small grimace. From what he knew in high school, when Koga had had his little band of bad misfits, he had caused a little bit of trouble here and there. Honestly, beating up other gangs or whatever was a little more humane than striking the mentally ill. That was just sick... He knew Koga probably wasn't the only guard here who did it, but he guessed his prior knowledge of Koga made him hate him more.
Hearing Koga's name didn't spark any surprise in Taishi. While he tried his damnedest to avoid Koga, because all he ever did was start stuff that was useless drama, it was impossible since they worked in the same section. "Oh, yeah, he's definitely up there," Taishi gave a small confirming nod. "I don't even see why he's always picked to train the new guards. He never does it properly, and then when crap goes down he finds a way to deflect blame," Taishi sighed with a small shake of his head. The fact Koga hadn't been fired yet was maddening. "Anyways, I guess he never taught you how the dining system works, right?" he inquired, unsure of how much this new guy knew or not. Koga's teaching was never consistent...
Yoshiki could see that with what he knew about Koga. He wondered how bad the other guards were... In terms of getting along, he'd probably have better luck with the patients than the guards. Well, save for this one, it seemed. He was pretty easy to talk to, so far. He turned back to the trays, giving a light shrug. "Well... I know we take these carts and hand the trays out to the specified patient... But in terms of which I'm in charge of, I have no clue," he answered clearly, his arms crossing.
Taishi gave a small nod as he explained what he knew. Considering there was a new guy, it meant the amount of patients the other guards had had for the last couple of weeks has finally diminished... Since the quitting of the last guy, they all had a heavier workload. It would be nice to get back to the normal amount. "Alright, you'll find out your group of patients in this folder over here," Taishi said as he went to a folder hanging off the wall. There was nothing marked or particularly noticeable about the manila folder, so he couldn't blame Yoshiki for not piecing it together. He opened the folder, pulling out the paper with his own name before moving through the other sheets of paper. "You're Kishinuma?" he questioned as he pulled the paper out. He figured he had to be, since it was the only name that wasn't familiar. He held it out for Yoshiki to take."That'll give you a list of the names of your patients, their room numbers, and the number cart you take," he further explained, since he felt like he had to make up for Koga's incompetence.
Yoshiki followed him to the folder. He probably should have looked around a little... but he knew better than to put all the blame on himself. He took the paper glancing at the names after giving a small nod to confirm he was 'Kishinuma'. It was a little awkward, since now he knew his name but he didn't know his senior guard's, but he didn't feel like it was fitting to ask his name. After all, they were just co-workers, he didn't need to seem like a friend. "Thanks, then," he said with a small nod, glancing up at him. With his nod as a make-shift 'bye', he returned the paper and went to the cart that had been specified on his paper. As he walked back to the 'containment area', he began to think back on the names. Most were unfamiliar, but there had been a Shinozaki. One of the dangerous ones Koga had pointed out... But he wouldn't completely trust Koga's judgement. Of course he'd be careful... He'd probably be careful with all of them. But he'd wait to see for himself which were the ones he should be worried about.
Shinozaki Ayumi was the last on the list... and since she had been described as one of the ones you weren't sure of their sanity, she'd probably be difficult to get to swallow her pill... But he wouldn't cut corners. It took a little bit to get through the first ones, but eventually he only had one tray left. He took a silent deep breath before sliding the tray through the slot. Through the bullet proof glass, he could see a girl about her age. He knew he shouldn't judge by looks, but she didn't seem dangerous to him... body-wise. Even compared to a normal girl, she was quite small. Though... it might have been under-feeding as well. Either because of negligence, or she just refused to eat.
Yoshiki kept his look calm and collected. He wouldn't show weakness, but he wouldn't try to intimidate either. "Shinozaki Ayumi? Your lunch is here," he informed her, in case she needed a little more alerting. A handful of the other patients had either been in their own world at first or just simply ignored him the first time. He'd test the waters, and take notes in her attitude.
Time was incredibly difficult to measure when stuck in a concrete room with no windows. The only indication any of them got of what may be happening outside was the meals, but no one in this place appreciated them very much. Getting pills forced down your throat and then a disgusting meal to wash it down... She typically dreaded the sound of the tray sliding in. Luckily, the last guard in charge of her had given up on trying to give her the medicine. She suspected he just flushed it somewhere, so he didn't have to struggle with her. So, when she heard a new voice, her eyes flickered up in annoyance. 'Great, a new one,' she thought as she shot Yoshiki a glare. He looked like your typical guard... Around school-age which meant he either recently graduated or dropped out. She had a good guess of which option it was.
Ayumi pushed off the hard mattress that gave no way whether she was on it or not. She didn't care if she made someone's job harder in this place. She was going to make it very clear that she wasn't interested in her meds. It wasn't like they would ever be able to cure her of her ailment. What was wrong with her wasn't a chemical imbalance. She approached the tray, plucking the small cup of apple slices off it. The small portion of fruit, sometimes vegetables, was the only thing she would eat. The other muck on the plate was too disgusting to get down. She glanced at the small cup with her pills in it, but made no move to grab them. With the apple slices in hand, she pushed the tray back out for him. The muck food smelled unappetizing, so she didn't want it sitting around her poorly ventilated room. "That's all I'm interested in," she told him flatly.
Yoshiki watched her come off the bed and take one piece of food. Well, even when she was brought food, she didn't seem to eat much... Honestly, he probably wouldn't eat it either. He'd rather starve than live in a place like this... But, it wasn't his job to encourage self starvation. It was mostly to be hypocritical. He glanced down as she slid the tray back through, but she had to know he wouldn't back down so easily. Some may... He even had an idea of one person who would gladly skip the trouble.
He pushed the tray back through, his hand staying up to block her from just sliding it back again. He looked up at her eyes, and with that, he knew this would be tough. There was a certain amount of disobedience in her look... A look he definitely knew very well. "Also, you should eat more than that. I know that stuff has to be disgusting, but starving isn't a pretty death," he mentioned, since he didn't find it necessary to instruct her to take the pills. She could probably infer he wanted her to do that as well.
Ayumi's eyes narrowed as the tray was pushed back into her room. He was one of those types. He would eventually lose interest in trying to force this stuff of her, but for now she was going to have to deal with the fresh-faced newbie. His insistence for her to eat and take the medication wasn't going to change her mind, that much she was sure of. "Tch, you think there's a pretty way to die in here?" she challenged with a glare. She knew there wasn't. It wasn't like they would let her starve, either way. Feeding tubes were forced on those who were close to death that way. She plucked an apple slice out of the small cup and began to nibble on it. "And you probably have no clue how gross that slop really is. Might as well be cat food," she hissed under her breath. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case... At the very least, it was cheap food of questionable origins.
Yoshiki shook his head, but the disdain she held was pretty obvious. He guessed he couldn't very well blame her. Besides, being disliked was nothing new to him. "I didn't say there was. Death isn't very pretty period, really," he mentioned with a small shrug. He glanced down, cracking a small smile. "I don't doubt it. There's a lot of things that compare this place to a prison, so it's not too far-fetched to guess they both receive the same food," he mentioned casually. He hadn't actually been arrested... but he knew people who had, and they compared the food to grainy mud. Wouldn't that be preferred over getting near death, only to have those tubes shoved into you? Well, he couldn't really say... He didn't really know anything about this place yet.
Ayumi watched him with a flat gaze as she ate her apples slowly. They were the cheapest of harvests, but it still had enough sweetness in its juice that she could actually enjoy eating it. The other food... it had some artificial flavoring, she guessed. The taste was unpleasant but manageable. It was the texture of the food she couldn't stomach. She raised an eyebrow at him as he compared the psychiatric hospital to a prison. It was a called for metaphor, but the mention of it set fire in her blood. Though, the way he spoke, it sounded like he had been in prison himself... He seemed too young for that, though. If anything, he would have been in a youth detention center. She didn't particularly care for his story, though. "Listen, I'm not going to eat any of that muck, and I'm not taking my medicine," she snapped at him. After all, that's why he bothered pushing the tray back in. She didn't feel like shooting the breeze with one of the cogs in this awful machine.
Yoshiki stared at her, his blank look returning and his hand remained over the slot. "Then... I'm not leaving until you do," he told her, his eyes determined. He could tell she wanted him to be someone like Koga, but unluckily for her, he liked to actually earn his pay honestly. He wouldn't let this place break him either. She probably thought he would, since he was completely new, but he'd stay on the same path. After all, work was the only thing he could do right.
Ayumi scoffed at him as she finished off the apples. Her stomach was still twisting for more food, but she wasn't going to yield. The fact she hasn't let this place completely crush her yet was the only thing getting her from day to pointless day. To start eating this cheap, disgusting food and taking their mind-numbing medication would just wipe away what little self-identity she had left. She placed the empty cup back on the tray and shrugged as she moved back to sit on her bed. "I hardly believe that'll be the case. You'll have to get dinner for the rest of your rounds or your shift will be over before I let that stuff touch my lips," she reasoned with an unfaltering glare. She knew she was being reckless in a way challenging a guard like this. Some guards would take it as a challenge and come in to force the pills down her throat. She's heard the thrashing of the struggles countless times. She'd been apart of it herself, for periods of times. It had been a while since she had actually taken any pills, and she was determined to keep that trend going.
Yoshiki gave a small shrug, his other hand resting against his side. "Well then... I'll stay as long as I can," he said simply, since that was really all he could do. He was pretty limited... He knew if this wasn't a job, and she was his sister or something, he'd definitely stay as long as he had to. But, he really couldn't stand here forever. Though, unless there was a big emergency with another patient, he could stay until dinner, and then some after that. So, he was going to do just that.
