This is my first time writing a story, so it may be a bit OOC. Oh and this is a yaoi/Fluri fic so, if you don't like this kind of stuff, it would be best to leave now. There might even be some Ristelle. This is unbetaed. Rated M for language and violence. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
He wasn't sure how long he was there, he wasn't sure how much longer he would be there, he just hoped that it would all end soon. The young man rolled over onto his side, and reached one tired, pale, outstretched hand to touch the cold, dirty wall of the asylum. Why was he here? He couldn't remember. What had he done to deserve being put in this kind of place? Yuri Lowell, the young patient of the asylum, sighed and closed his eyes. To him, this hell was worse than prison. He would rather spend a month in prison than be here for a single day. Of course, he didn't belong here.
Did he?
Everyone else here was insane. As most in asylums, or any mental hospital were. But Yuri Lowell was not insane. Sure he made some questionable decisions sometimes, but was he insane? No. But then again, he couldn't remember how he had gotten here in the first place and no one would tell him why. Yuri thought back to what he had last remembered. He had just completed a guild mission, and decided to stay in the capital for a few days to catch up with Estelle and Flynn. 'Flynn's probably so busy that he hasn't even noticed I've gone missing.' Yuri though somewhat bitterly.
But then what happened? It had been a beautiful summer day. It wasn't too hot, the perfect weather for being outside. (Although Yuri was generally outside no matter what the weather). He had woken up, fed Repede, went downstairs to the inn to have breakfast. Everything seemed to be a normal day, almost as if the journey he set out on a year ago had never happened. Yuri remembered agreeing to play with Ted and the other children of the lower quarter, and then... He couldn't remember. No matter how much he wracked his brain for answers, they just wouldn't come back to him. He should have gone up to the castle to visit Estelle, as planned. But for some reason, that didn't happen.
Instead, Yuri woke up in this accursed place, he was strapped tightly to a washed cot, his mouth bound tightly shut by some rough cloth. The light was blinding and it took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust. Everything in the room was white, the walls, ceiling, floor, even the cabinets and counters in the room where a sterile, blindingly bright white. Three doctors stood in the room, observing him. And of course, the doctors had to also be wearing all white. Two were male and one was a female. One of the male doctors was short and wore a pair of glasses. The other was tall and had gray hair; he looked to be somewhere in his 50's. The woman had her red hair pulled into a ponytail and was wearing a doctor's mask. Why the hell had these freaks kidnapped him!? And WHY was he strapped to a goddamn table!?
Yuri tried to break free, of course cursing at them as best he could through his muzzle. He tried to ask them where he was at and what did they want, but he could not form words through the cloth. More like muffled screaming. The doctors simply sighed, the two men glanced at each other while the blonde clicked her tongue in disapproval. This, threw Yuri even deeper into rage, and fueled his efforts of escape. He could take these losers. If he could get out of the bonds that tied him to the table in the first place. What were these things made of anyway?
The younger man carefully approached him and pulled a syringe out of his bleached white pockets. "Oh hell no you are not putting that thing in my arm!" Yuri tried to scream. Of course it came out muffled and the doctors just stared at him with blank emotionless expressions. The doctor pushed the needle int Yuri's arm and extracted a fair amount of blood. But, due to Yuri's thrashing the syringe was yanked from the doctor's grip and fell to the floor with loud 'clink'. "Is it broken?" the blonde asked. "No, it's fine." the other said, picking up the syringe.
The syringe filled with the dark crimson liquid looked odd against the all white background. In fact, as far as Yuri could see it was the only colored thing in the room. "I guess he really is insane. This entire time he hasn't stopped trying to kill us," the older doctor commented mundanely, as if the fact that someone trying to kill him was an everyday occurrence, "We'll just have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't try anything".
Yuri stopped struggling. Obviously this was getting him nowhere. He needed to get answers. "What the hell are you talking about!?" Yuri tried to ask again.
"It's okay now." the woman said, suddenly putting on a fake smiling face. Or what Yuri assumed was a smile, behind her medical mask. "Everything's going to be all right just relax for a while."
Suddenly the woman reached for a syringe on the table, this one already filled with something. Yuri started struggling again. It wasn't that he feared needles or anything, but what was probably IN the needle was not good. "You're just going to take a little nap, and when you wake up you'll feel much better, I promise!" the woman cooed in an overly sweet, sugar coated voice.
"Yeah right, like hell I'm going to let you fucking inject me with whatever the hell's in that stupid-" and before Yuri could carry on with his attempted screaming, the syringe was plunged into his arm, and none too gently.
Yuri's vision began to blur and his limbs began to feel numb. It was as if his bones had turned to jelly and there was a crushing weight on him. 'I swear that when I get out of here I'm going to...'
The older doctor glanced at the others, "See? What did I tell you? This one is hostile. I suggest putting him in solitary confinement for a while, until we can further investigate him".
The other doctors nodded and muttered their agreement. And so, Yuri was sedated, for easy transferring. And so he was moved to solitary confinement.
And the next time he woke up he was in solitary confinement. His head was throbbing. He couldn't remember where he was at. Eventually it came to him. An... asylum? But why? More importantly, how was he going to get out? He was tied up by some odd shirt thing- a straitjacket. His legs were tied to the bars at the end of the cot. This time Yuri's mouth was not covered. "Those bastards..." he growled. "Hey! Is anybody there!?" He tried to call out. Instead his voice was absorbed by the walls.
Once again he was surrounded by plain white walls. Yuri glanced down at the mat that he was laying on. This one was not clean. Instead it was covered in dark stains. It smelled awful, like old sweat, blood and urine. Actually, when he looked closely, Yuri noticed that the plain room was not as clean as it first appeared. Every surface in the room was covered in some sort of grime. The whole room seemed kind of dingy, in a way. The smell was the worst. The room smelled of old bodily fluids, sweat, rotting meat and odd medications. Although some people would have been upset by these conditions, they did little more than irk Yuri. "All I have to do is get free of these restraints." he muttered, trying to wiggle free.
For what seemed an eternity Yuri struggled against the straitjacket that confined him. And all he got as a reward for his struggle to escape was chaffing and bruising of his skin from his constant rubbing. The skin around the area of the straitjacket and the bonds that held his legs had turned a an irritated red color. It was almost turning purple. When he saw the first signs of blood dripping down his ankle he stopped. This was getting him nowhere. The bonds were no looser and he was no closer to freedom. But worse than that was the embarrassment of being confined and unable to escape. Yuri had always been able to escape, but now...
But after Yuri tired from his escape attempt, questions began to fill his mind.
Why am I here?
What happened?
When will they let me go?
Will they let me go?
Why can't I remember?
And perhaps, the most troubling thought of all, What if I belong here? An odd feeling crept into his stomach. He couldn't remember anything. What if he had gone mad? What if he had hurt someone? Or worse, what if he had killed someone? Yuri had killed someone before, two people actually. 'But those two weren't people, they were monsters. If I hadn't killed them, they would have ended up hurting even more people.' he told himself. 'But what if they were innocents...'
No, he had to stop those kinds of thoughts. He'd never get out of here if he convinced himself that he was insane. Which he wasn't.
It had been, although he did not know it at the time, a week since he had last seen his friends, or anyone he knew for that matter. But the time had seemed an eternity for the swordsman. He was a man of action. And sitting in a padded room was pure hell for him. But he had to get out! He had to figure out what the hell was going on. Could he really break free this time by his one physical strength?
There was more that one way to skin a cat. Wouldn't the asylum have to release him if he showed 'improved' mental well being? Yuri ground his teeth together. He didn't want to. He did SO not want to. But there wasn't much of a choice. So, he decided that for the time being, he had to behave himself and do as others told him. But as long as he could get out of that room, he would do almost anything.
And after three days, Yuri was granted his wish. He was moved to a single white room. In this room he could move around freely, but could not leave the room. A far cry from freedom, but better than before.
So that was where Yuri layed now, in his small isolated room. The room held only a few things. There was a bed in one corner, a toilet in another. In the center of the room there was an old rickety looking table with two mismatched chairs to go along with it. There was a window high above him, to let in some light, but not only were the windows out of his reach but they were barred (otherwise he would have escaped long ago). There was even a dresser with some spare clothes in it, a couple of hospital gowns that were a retched pink color. The clothes he normally wore were gone. (He swore he would kill whoever put him in here, just because of those damned awful hospital gowns). But there was one thing in the room that he just couldn't understand what it was. It wa a big, black, glass square in the middle of the
wall, opposite of the window. The glass was thick, and could not be broken (he tried). It seemed out of place in the otherwise pure white room. The surface of the glass was almost reflective.
So here Yuri was, plotting an escape, trying to remember what had happened and waiting for dinner. His stomach growled again. "Ugh... I'm starving." he grumbled to himself.
After a while, someone opened the door and it swung open with a loud screeching sound. Two people entered, neither of them were the ones that he had met before. One was a tall muscular man, armed with a sword. The other was a doctor with thick rimmed glasses and a rather large nose. 'Well, there goes my plan about ambushing these guys and getting out right now.' Yuri thought bitterly as he glanced at the guard. If Yuri was armed himself he could probably have won in a fight. But, alas, he was not.
"Ah, Yuri! It's good to see that you're doing better." the doctor said in a nasally voice.
"How the hell am I doing better? I'm in a freaking asylum." Yuri said pointedly.
"Well, you're no longer in solitary confinement." the doctor pointed out.
"Just tell me what the hell I'm doing here!"
The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled in an odd way. "You're here to recover and feel better again, buddy".
"What the hell does that mean!? I'm fine! And don't call me buddy, or I'll-"
The guard in the back of the room stepped forward and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. Yuri bit his lip. 'I just need to hold it together long enough to get answers...' he told himself. 'Maybe I should try a different angle...'
"How long until I get out of here?" Yuri asked instead.
"Hmm... well, that's up for the specialist to decide. We'll be monitoring you to decide whether or not your behavior is a threat to those around you. Until you can cool that head of yours, I'm afraid you'll have to stay in here. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll get better really soon." the doctor said, his smile never leaving.
"What's supposed to be wrong with me?!"
"I'm afraid I'm not authorized to tell you much more that I already have. Just use this as a time to relax."
"Relax!? How the hell am I supposed to relax when I'm being held against my will in... wherever the hell this is?" Yuri growled, balling his hands into tight fists, using all of his willpower to not punch this guy in the face.
"How about some dinner... you must be hungry." the doctor said, completely changing the subject.
Yuri didn't say anything. All he could do was stare icily at the man across from him. "I'll bring your dinner." doctor said, leaving the room. The guard did not go with him.
"Hey, it's rude to stare you know!" Yuri said, glaring back at the huge man.
The man just returned his stare emotionless. 'I just want out of here...' Yuri mumbled to himself.
Alright, so that's the end of part one! There aren't many other characters in the story yet, but there will be soon!
