A/N: Hello. So, this is weird, new fic on a new account. I used to write 5Ds a lot then my writing faded out and now I am over my writers block with a new account. I've always been fascinated by Kiryu and Divine and how similar they can be. Also, I often ponder Kiryu and whether he could be psychic or not. Sometimes it looks a little like he is different to a regular duellist but it's never really here or there and sometimes I consider that could be remains of his Dark Signer powers. Whatever, that's my rambling, so for this slight AU he has some psychic like powers. If you'd like, to leave reviews, that would be lovely. Thank you and enjoy.

"Kiryu!"

Thunder cracked and rain slammed down against the windows. Glazed over, dulled golden eyes opened slowly. That voice kept haunting him. It had been blurred by the pills they'd been forcing down his throat, everything had, but on a day like this even those pills couldn't keep his memories from invading his mind.

Today of all days there was a storm. The first time he'd been allowed out. He closed his eyes once more, moving his hands slightly, listening to the clinking of his shackles. Not yet safe enough to roam completely entirely free, his wrists and ankles were chained. Two weeks ago he'd been dragged in here. They'd just pulled him from his cell in the Facility, thrown him into the back of a van and tossed him into a hideously bright white room. Then came the pills. He was held down, forced to swallow those pills and strapped down on the bed.

Two weeks. He'd barely managed to keep track. But there were three meals a day. He could count the days using that. He was helped to sit up and eat, with only one hand free to feed himself then more pills. It went on like that for nearly a week before he was allowed off the bed and allowed free reign of his room. It wasn't interesting, and he wasn't trusted by the guards when they came in with his food and 'medicine'.

"Kiryu, stop!"

Lightning streaked across the sky. His head rolled lazily to the side, his eyes unfocused but watching the window, the rain pounding into it and trailing down the glass, and wondering absently if he would be allowed out in the gardens in this weather. The rain would clear his mind if nothing else. His mind was still swimming and he knew it was nearly time for another dose.

After a week of being stuck in his cell, and that was what it was and no one could tell him otherwise, he was here in the common room. Suddenly he was surrounded by people. After what he figured must have been three months in solitary, this was strange. He'd pick it up again once his mind cleared he was sure, but first he had to stop taking those pills. That required a plan though, and while he was still on the pills he couldn't form a plan to get off them. It was a vicious circle.

His mind wasn't completely dulled. He was aware enough to know where he was. This wasn't the Facility. This was a home for the criminally insane. He'd been declared mad and he was never getting out. After all, who could believe a child of only fifteen had set out to do the things he'd done. He was unwell and things had got out of hand. Sure. He was going to die in here after a long, dull, dragging existence. What kind of life was that?

Was he insane even? Or was he just evil? Security officers thought he was evil. A monster. A small smile formed. A monster. He was, wasn't he? A murderer and a monster. Why else would he be alone now? Why else would they have left him? Betrayed him?

"Yusei!"

His fists clenched and his eyes widened, the sudden fury overwhelming the pills. The coffee table the others were playing poker on was kicked over and frustrated, furious curses poured out. That traitor! He'd sold him out! He'd caused all of this! He'd pay!

Thunder crashed above him. "Kiryu! We have to go!"

How had he thought he could trust him? How had he been so stupid? He'd thought they were his friends. His family!

Sirens were blaring around them as a hand grabbed his, pulling him away. "We have to go! Kiryu, come on!"

"Yusei?"

He had to get out of here. He had to find that bastard, make him suffer like he had. Make him understand what he'd done. He was going to pay if it was the last thing he did. The commanding officer in the room had already registered his intentions and the others were moving in. He wasn't going to let them stop him. He'd killed one, he'd kill these bastards too if they tried to stop him!

"Kiryu, he's dead, we have to go before we get caught!" He was yanked away and in the darkness away from the lights. "Come on!"

He followed, still numb and lost but he trusted him, didn't he? He wouldn't hurt him. They were his friends, his trusted friends. He couldn't afford to doubt them now, could he?

"I'm not sorry, Yusei!" he called. "Not in the slightest. He deserved it!" There was a flash of blue as his eyes widened. "He deserved it, Yusei, they all do!"

Something hit his back and he was thrown to the ground. The heel of a boot pushed between his shoulders and he turned as much as he could while pressed to the floor. The officers who weren't trying to calm the other convicts moved to restrain him further.

But she was still holding him down just fine. He didn't even know her name. He didn't know anyone's name here. The wardens didn't wear names badges and barely spoke to each other, never called each other by name. But she was the second in command on B Wing. A stern, cold looking blonde woman- girl really, twenty or so he supposed. In that same security bluey-green as his victim. He almost grinned as he arms were forced behind him and cuffed tightly, but she pushed the baton against his cheek.

Hands took him, pulling him away as he kicked and struggled. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Why weren't they helping him? Where were his friends? Had they abandoned him? No! They were there, watching! And Yusei. Right there. Being comforted by a security officer. How dare he! He was going to tear him apart! He'd trusted him! He'd believed he was trying to save him and help and now and he was turning him in?! He couldn't stand a traitor. If there was something that pissed him off more anything- more than security, more than these cruel, ignorant, selfish bastards, more than those people who ignored the suffering for others and those who simply gave up and wasted their lives- it was traitors.

He was dragged out of the common room at back to his cell. She was still there and the moment the door was close his chin was pushed up by the end of her baton. She didn't dress like other securities, and there was something kind behind her eyes that she hid at work but years in the Satellite had taught him to watch for any kindness. She just wore a tough, working mask of cruelty and discipline. While he was still just about lucid, somewhere between his anger and the haze of the pills, he registered all. He had to have patience and register everything he could. Like the fact that while she acted cold and professional, just doing what she had to do, she dressed cuter than the others. Petticoats and ruffles under her skirt and the little decoration in her hair. She was a sweetheart outside of work, more than any of this bunch, and it slipped into her work. If he wanted a target to work on it was her.

"Patient identification, 9482-49B12." Patient. No, he was a prisoner. "Kiryu, K." He hadn't heard his name in so long. He hadn't been a true person in months. Finally someone said his name, no matter how cold. "Arrested in the Satellite for the murder of a Security officer." He didn't regret it. He'd never regret it. There was a flash of something nasty in her eyes and Kiryu grinned. He was proud. She pushed his chin up further with her baton and he gazed down at her, still grinning. "You will take your medicine and will remain in your room for the rest of the week."

She stepped away and nodded to the others. Kiryu watched her though, even as they forced him to take him pills. She was going to be the key to getting free. She had enough power to be useful, but not so much power it would seem suspicious for her to be paying attention to him. He had to be quick, before he was lost to the haze medication again.

They sat him on the bed and one wrist was strapped down as his food was brought in. She stood by the door, watching coldly. Kiryu was almost honoured. She was in command of B Wing today, her senior was having a day off, and here she was watching over him. Once he'd taken his tray, she turned to leave with all but two of the officers.

"Wait," he called. His voice was hoarse, sore and weak. It had been so long since it had been worth talking and the pills were dulling his mind again. "Stay with me." He paused and she glared at him. "Please."

She frowned and waved the others away. That was better at least. Just the four of them. Two, of course, stayed behind to guard them. He wasn't entirely sure if that was for her safety or his, she seemed very happy to use force. "What do you want?"

"This place… is a hospital? Or something similar." She nodded once. "I'm considered unwell?"

"Unable to be held accountable for your own actions and a risk to society."

Kiryu nodded. "What's your name?"

"Familiarity breeds disrespect."

Kiryu nodded, taking a few mouthfuls. Those closest to him had betrayed him… They were his best friends, why did they have to leave him like that? "Then what do I call you?"

"You don't have any need to call any of us anything other than Officer."

"Lady." She blinked at him, looking lost. Good. He had to worm his way in now before she grew too comfortable with control over him to listen. He had to throw her off balance and get inside her mind now. "You look like a proper lady. I'll call you Lady."

Lady frowned and Kiryu gave her a lazy, tired smirk. His mind was failing fast. He had to hang on a little longer. Just a little longer. He ate quietly, trying to focus and keep his mind sharp until Lady turned to leave once more.

"Don't you people want to try and cure me?"

She paused and glanced at him over her shoulder. "Containing you will suit me perfectly well. I do not believe someone like you can be cured."

"I never spoke about it, you don't even know why I did it."

"You took a man's life, that is all I need to know. You were vocal enough upon your arrest, your file says enough." She straightened out her jacket and reattached her baton to her belt. "There is nothing more to be said or done, we will contain you here for the rest of your miserable life. He can be released when he's finished eating but I want someone outside his door for the rest of the day."

"I think we should talk about it sometime," Kiryu muttered as she was halfway out the door.

She didn't stop but she heard him. Kiryu knew she'd heard him. And the seeds were planned. He finished up, giving up fighting the pills' effect. He lay back on the bed, waiting for his wrist to be released. The door slammed shut only moments after he was freed and the lock was put in place. That was all he could do for now. He just closed his eyes letting the pills do their magic and his memories began to fade again. He turned his head slowly, gazing up at the window, watching the rain again.

Walking down the hallway outside his door, the head warden was escorting a special guest. Divine tilted his head slightly, catching sight of a locked room. Not empty, not unused, but locked. He paused and pulled open the viewing window. Inside was a teenage boy. He frowned and tilted his head slightly. The patient was lithe and a little taller than average from what he could see. And rather obviously drugged.

"What's this one in for? Why's he confined?"

"He's only just arrived," the head warden replied. "Still settling, got worked up earlier in the common room."

"What did he do?" Divine said.

"Murder of an officer."

Divine's eyes lit up. "At his age?"

"Why do you think he's here? No one can believe a child could do something so evil." The head warden turned and unlocked the door. "In his condition he shouldn't be any threat, you can go in."

Divine pushed open the door and the boy turned to gaze back at him. The air seemed to chill as their eyes met. Even through the haze of medication, Divine saw something. Something he liked. Fire, hatred and the need to survive. Yes, he liked this one.

"I want this one for observation," he said.

The head warden nodded and quickly jotted down his orders. With a smirk, Divine, knelt at the side of the bed and brushed a strand of hair from the boy's eyes. Which set a light a new fire in the boy's eyes, dull as they were.

"Keep your hands off." He was amazed when the blue haired patient pushed his hand away and rolled over. "Or I'll snap your arm."

The warden took a step forwards, looking a little too aggressive for Divine's liking. He held up a hand and he froze. "It's alright, idle threats from a child don't bother me. He's got spirit though, even in this state, that's a good sign. He'll be a good subject for my research." He stood and smiled. "What's his name?"

"Kiryu," the boy muttered. "And I'm still here. Don't talk like I'm not."

"So you are." He chuckled and turned away. "My name is Divine, I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming weeks."

He was sure he saw Kiryu roll his eyes. "Great. I can't wait."

Divine walked out, letting the warden shut the door behind him. He was going to enjoy working with that one, he was sure. Still there were other children to find. He didn't want to put all his eggs in one basket. But as of that moment, he had the highest hopes for Kiryu. There was more fire in his eyes than any of the other subjects he'd seen so far. This one had psychic potential he was sure. He'd stake his best cards on it. And he was going to free that potential, one way or another.