. I know, I know. I shouldn't be starting a new fic. But this one wouldn't leave me alone. I always wanted to write an asylum fic. I thought about doing it for Naruto but this one seemed good too. Heh, the Blitzkrieg Boys are the main characters again. Not Kai though, he's going to be the "Not so good guy" for this little ficcy. Heh.

Tala: Wow.

Me: Quiet.

Spencer: She does not own us, thankfully.

Me: THANKFULLY?

Spencer: (cringe)

Me: On with the story.

"Come on, Rei." The man urged. "It won't be so bad." The boy only shook his head and stared mournfully at the ground.

"It can't get much worse." He whispered softly, still staring at the floor. "It can't be worse then what's already happened." He looked around the room, shyly. A white, almost clinical room met his eyes. A few pictures apparently drawn by children were framed on the wall. Crudely illustrated smiling faces seemed to mock the boy's unhappiness.

"It's so cold." He whispered again. "Where's it's soul?" He shivered softly at his own gloomy words. Rei's father walked up to the front desk.

"This is my son, Rei Kon." He told the clerk.

"Inpatient, correct?" She asked professionally. The man nodded.

"Yes." She pushed a paper over the desk.

"Sign here."

-

"HERE I COME!" A boy yelled, jumping out of his grandfather's car and running up to the building. "HECK YEAH!" His grandfather only shook his head.

"Calm down, homie." He suggested. "Chill, little dude." His grandson just kept grinning and bouncing around.

"I'm gonna make a bunch of friends!" He cheered.

"Just remember that you're here to help yourself get better." He reminded the enthusiastic teenager.

"Of course!" Tyson stuck his tongue out. His grandfather laughed.

"You'll do fine, little man." Tyson laughed.

"OF COURSE I WILL!" He looked around happily. "This is gonna be awesome, it's like a vacation!" His grandfather sighed.

"At least he's happy."

-

"This will help you, Max." The woman assured her son. He stared back at her. A smile broke out across his face.

"If you say so, Mom." He chirped. She smiled and hugged him tightly.

"I think it will." She said, releasing him and taking his hand. He grinned up at her, blue eyes happy.

"This place seems nice." He giggled. "It needs more orange." She shook her head playfully.

"I don't know if they agree." She told him. "Not everyone likes orange. But no one dislikes white."

"But orange makes people happy." He told her cheerily. "Isn't that what this place is for? Making people feel better?" She smiled again.

"Oh, Max." She whispered brokenly. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"It's ok, Mom." He said solemnly. "I'll get better and be out in no time at all." He grinned. "That's a promise." Her only response was to hug her child tightly to her and just hope for the best.

-

"I'm fine." The girl insisted. Her father shook his head.

"Hiromi, it's starting to be a problem. This is best for you." She rolled her eyes sarcastically, flipping her brown hair.

"Best for you, you mean." She muttered but stepped forward anyway. She glanced around inside, looking with approval at the clean, white walls.

"Someone has taste." She muttered. Her father sighed.

"Darling, you're going to have to get used to things eventually." He said kindly, hugging her close. She instinctively flicked a bit of dust off his coat. He frowned. "There are going to be people here with much more serious problems."

"Like what?" She asked, straightening the collar of her shirt as he released her. "What kinds of things?" Her father glanced around the room, eyes coming to rest on a woman with tangled hair, talking to herself.

"The woman there probably has Schizophrenia." Hiromi angled her head to the side to regard him curiously.

"What is that?" She asked innocently.

"A serious condition where people hear voices in their heads." He looked at his daughter again. "Promise me you'll be careful around people with serious problems like that." His eyes were earnest.

She nodded. "Yes, Daddy." She promised.

-

"But Daddy." The girl complained. He shushed her.

"Quiet, Mao." He scolded. Her brother nodded.

"You need it," Lee said. Mao stuck her tongue out at him.

"Please?" Her father shook his head and nudged her forward.

"Ok, ok." Mao muttered. "Since you're so glad to be rid of me." Her father's eyes filled with tears.

"Please don't say that." He begged. "This is to help you." Lee stayed quiet behind his father's shaking body.

"Yeah, Mao." He said, opening his mouth. "Think of it as camp." The girl shrugged.

"I guess." Suddenly she grinned. "This could be so much fun!" She giggled happily. Lee patted his father's back.

"See?" He told him. "Mao's going to be just fine." His father nodded, wiped his eyes and stood upright again.

"Be careful, Mao." Lee said. "At this kind of place, there are always some people with real bad issues like people who have two personalities and are really crazy, not just a little crazy like you are." His father scolded him.

"Lee. Firstly, it's called Split Personality Disorder. Secondly, I told you not to say that, and thirdly," He turned to his other child. "Do be careful."

-

"Get off me." The boy snarled to the officer holding him. The man restraining him shoved him forward harshly.

"Get in there, delinquent." The boy shook his blue-grey hair from his red eyes and snarled at the officers. He tried to cross his arms but they were cuffed.

"Why do they care so much if I light one little thing on fire?" He muttered.

"It wasn't one thing," The man retorted. "It was a public building."
"A school." He responded. The man nodded.

"A public place." He grinned nastily. "You're lucky they didn't shove you into jail with the other convicts." Kai's eyebrow twitched.

"Why do I have to here?" He asked the sky. "It's going to be filled with loonies who are happy one moment and stab you the next." The officer shrugged.

"To be frank, I don't care." Kai rolled his eyes and adjusted his cuffed wrists.

"How long do I stay here?" He asked tersely.

"Until they think you won't light more things on fire." Came the easy response. "It's all up to them." Kai frowned.

"Well that's no fun." He glanced at the guard. "I assume no matches, right?" The man nodded quickly.

"Not a single one." He smirked. "You might be eating with sporks if they get really concerned about you." Kai growled.

"If I'm that crazy, you're in trouble," He hissed. "Lucky you, I'm not." The officer shrugged, used to it, and pushed Kai forward into the que.

-

"Here goes." A red haired boy spoke, his eyes closed, as he and his friends arrived at the clinic. The boy by his side replied instantly. His blonde hair was cropped short and about an inch or two from his head.

"I think he likes it here." The pale haired boy frowned nervously, light eyes moving quickly over both of his friends.

"I thought he was leaving, Spencer." The red-head said. The other nodded. He raised on hand into the air and put the other on the central boy's hand. His hands twisted rapidly in sign language.

"I agree, Bryan." Spencer agreed. "Here, Tala," He said, taking the boy's arm and guiding him inside.

"Thanks," Tala said, turning very clearly to Spencer. He turned back to Bryan. "Figure we should go and commit ourselves?" The boy shrugged and made another set of hand gestures into the redhead's palm.

"I bet." Spencer said softly. "We're great examples." He shrugged. "Let's go." Tala nodded slowly with his eyes still closed.

He walked forward, with Bryan and Spencer each holding his hands for safety and security. Together, they stepped up to the desk.

"May I help you?" The woman asked. Tala opened his eyes suddenly to reveal pure-white, sightless orbs. She twitched slightly but kept her falsly cheerful tone and expression. "Are you patients?" Tala nodded.

"Tala Ivanov, Bryan Kutznetzov, Spencer Petrov. We're checking into a support group for 'Troubled Teens'." He told her, eyes unmoving.

"Tala, you're frightening her." Spencer said. Bryan nodded, moving his hands once more on Tala's.

"I know." The redhead said in response. The woman behind the desk looked up from her computer system.

"You boys are in Program 3. It's the third door through there." She addressed her words to the tallest of the group, Spencer who nodded.

"Thank you." Tala told her before Bryan and Spencer guided him in the direction of the door she had mentioned.

"Interesting." Spencer muttered, opening the door. "Very trusting. Wonder if they get a lot of real lunatics like us." He grinned faintly. Bryan just shook his head as his hands chastised Spencer for the comment.

"I know." Spencer said. "I couldn't resist."

"We're going to have a hard time." Tala interrupted.

"We made it this far." Spencer pointed out. "We'll make it through." Tala sighed and shrugged.

"I hope so." With that, Bryan pushed open the door to the room.

Next time, you see the grand meeting of lunatics. By the way, did you notice that almost everyone came with their dad or other male? Tyson with his grandfather, Rei with his dad, Mao with Lee and her dad, Hiromi with her dad, Kai with the officer…

Oh yeah, I DO like the original names for some of the characters better. Ie, Mao instead of Mariah. I don't like the name Hillary either and Hiromi is pretty similar to the name of my favorite Manga-ka ever, Hiromu Arakawa, the woman who draws FMA. Awesome. She's amazing. (Idol)