And here I am, starting another story when I already have a few others to take care of. Heh. Bad Nelly, bad Nelly. Well, anyways, this is another story I'm making that is based off of a very amazing RP that I participate in. It probably won't be as long as my other chaptered stories, but it will be epic. I assure you.

Yami Marik is known as Marik in this story, just to be clear.

Warnings: Possible OOCness, AU themes, language and sexual content (later chapters)

Pairings: Hinted, feather-light Psychoshipping, so far.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! or the characters. The only thing I may own is the plot and even that only half belongs to me. ;)

No one wanted to end up here. The dark hallways and the flickering light bulbs only gave the building more of a haunted look, a hospital that had been abandoned for years yet still had some sort of ghoulish life inside of it. Walking to the front desk, a rather tall man with raven black hair picked up a clipboard and scanned the pages rather quickly, his eyes darting across the pages as he absorbed all the information he could. It was a normal duty of a doctor.

What wasn't normal was the sick, almost perverted grin that spread across his face the minute a picture of the patient was located. What was even less normal was the creeper chuckle that escaped his lips as he strolled across the hallway and to the room where his new patient was waiting for him.

Opening the door with a loud creak, the doctor made his way into the dimly lit room and locked the door behind him. Turning to face the small boy that was practically shaking on the bed, that sick grin returned.

"So, Marik Ishtal, is it?" he said, purring out the young boy's name.

The little blonde nodded slowly, his big lilac eyes wide and fearful. He had amazing instincts and he could tell there was something wrong with this man. "Y-yes…" he said softly.

The doctor chuckled again before leaning down so he was much closer to the small boy, his multi-colored eyes shining brightly. "Well then, Marik, my name is Doctor Johnsson. Welcome to Domino Asylum."

Even though Marik didn't know very much about the psyche ward yet, he could tell that it wasn't going to be very welcoming at all.

The tanned doctor shook off the memory with a harsh shake of his head, the gravity-defying blonde hair shifting as he did. Grunting, he picked up two of the new clipboards that had been placed on the desk, his pupil-less, lilac eyes scanning the information of the first one rather slowly so that he could really memorize what he needed. Tilting his head to the side, he grinned and quickly set it down before pressing the button on the intercom…

"Why do I have the feeling you were going to call for me?"

…before taking it off to turn around and the face the white-haired doctor that was behind him. He chuckled. "You have the right feeling because I was. Look at this." He said, showing the other doctor the clipboard he had been looking at.

The other doctor took it, scanning it over just as the tanned one had before chuckling, his reddish brown eyes shifting up to meet the lilac ones. "Fresh meat?" he questioned.

The blonde nodded, smirking. "Yes, two of them actually."

Elegant, white eyebrows rose before the paler doctor grunting and motioned to the other clipboard with his head, obviously signaling he wanted to see it. The tanned doctor reached for it and swiftly handed it over to his fellow peer. "That would be your new patient, Bakura~"

The white-haired doctor hummed for a moment before chuckling. "Excellent. Oh, how I love new minds to toy with and worm into…" he said, almost dreamily. "Isn't this the most magical job in the world, Marik?"

The blonde, Marik, only rolled his eyes before looking over his spreadsheets again. "If you say so, Bakura~" Once he came across the picture of his new prey—patient, he raised an eyebrow himself. "Heh, kind of looks like your twin here, dear."

Bakura's white brows furrowed as he craned his neck to take a look at the picture, humming softly as he saw the doctor was correct. The young boy could have been his twin. Quite interesting. "So, that's why you want him, eh? He reminds you of me?"

Marik took one look at the pale doctor before snorting. "I have you right here. Why do I need a little, weak duplicate? Hmmm?" he purred out, chuckling. "Now, run along. You have a patient to attend to."

The pale doctor smirked but nodded, bowing in a dramatic fashion before grabbing the clipboard left on the desk and strolling out of the office and down one of the dark halls, towards his new patient's room.

The blonde watched him for a moment before turning back to the clipboard and the information on it. Walking out of the office and locking the door behind him, he walked down the opposite hallway his associate went, humming.

"Room 116; Bakura's old room. Heh, well, this is quite a blast from the past." The tanned doctor said with a chuckle before he opened the door and stepped inside the familiar room, eyeing the dim light bulb that served as the only bit of light. Locking the bolt door behind him, he turned around.

The boy really did look just like Bakura. It was amazing…

"Hello there, little one."

The miniature copy of Bakura raised his head to look up at the doctor, confusion and a hint of bitterness shining in his chocolate brown eyes. He didn't say anything though.

Marik smirked. That was natural. The patients almost never wanted to come out and talk at their own free will. They needed a little…assistance. "So, I was reading over your files, little one and—"

"Don't call me that." The boy said in a quiet but hard voice.

Lilac eyes narrowed slightly. He actually spoke. "What was that?"

"I said don't call me "little one". I don't like it." The white-haired boy said again, wringing his hospital shirt in his small, pale hands.

"And why is that, little one?" Marik teased out cruelly, chuckling slightly when the boy glared up at his with narrowed eyes.

The boy just continued to glare, not wanting to answer the doctor.

Lilac eyes rolled before Marik looked through the paperwork again. "So, Ryo, is it? Ryo Bakura…" he purred, rolling the name smoothly on his tongue. "It says lists all of your symptoms on here."

"…Yeah…?"

Marik smirked slightly. "But it doesn't say anything else about you. Why don't you fill in the gaps, little Ryo?"

The pale teen frowned at the mocking nickname but didn't say anything. Instead, he focused on the floor. "I…I would rather not…"

A blond eyebrow rose. Curious, he moved and sat down beside the young boy, reaching out and stroking the fine stands of silvery white hair between his tanned fingers. "You don't? Well, there must be something that you want to talk about. After all, the more you tell me, the faster I can get you out of here."

Ryo narrowed his eyes. "That's a lie and we both know it."

Marik snickered, sitting closer to the pale boy. "Come on, little one. There isn't anything you would like to share?"

"No. And even if there was, I wouldn't share it with you." he hissed hatefully up at the tanned doctor, his once melted chocolate eyes now harder and angrier.

Marik raised his eyebrows in surprise. He never had a patient talk back to him with that much bite and answer. Fear, yes. Mock bravery, of course. But true and pure anger, this was the first time. It amused him. Chuckling, the doctor took the skinny shin in one large hand, forcing the boy to face him.

"You don't want to tell me?"

The almond eyes were much wider now but the boy still managed to nod his head slightly, swallowing softly.

Marik eyed him, much like a hungry lion would eye a baby gazelle, before he chuckled darkly and almost instantly, drew out a needle from his pocket and injected a grey liquid into the young boy's blood stream.

Ryo's eyes widened at that and a confused, terrified screech tore from his mouth as he fell back on the bed and writhed around, panting wildly. As the drug started to take place, all of the slim limbs froze up once at once before relaxing back on the bed, the boy's eyes becoming hazy and half-lidded.

All in all, he couldn't move. At all.

Marik let a dark grin form on his face as he looked down at the helpless boy and quickly scribbled something down on the clipboard. Then, sliding it under his arm, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around the pale bundle, lifting him up in his arms. Looking down at the still hazy expression, he smirked.

Without saying another word, the doctor swiftly unlocked the door and stepped into the dark hallway, humming quietly to himself as he locked the bolt door to Ryo's room and strolled down one of the darker hallways, holding the little boy even closer to his chest as they descended down a dark stairwell and into what most of the doctors in the hospital didn't know about.

In other words, the only one that knew about it was Bakura. But that was how it was going to stay. The white-haired one was the only one he trusted, after all.

Walking over to the darkest corner of the room, Marik set the boy down in a wooden chair that had metal cuff restraints attached to it. Pulling out a small black box resting under the chair, he attached a few blue wires to the respectful sockets, fitting small suction cups on the other side of them. Carefully, he attached them to specific areas along the pale forehead, grinning as he completed his work.

Ryo, meanwhile, was still out of it. He could feel what the tanned doctor was doing to him but he couldn't move a muscle. It was frightening. Very frightening.

"M-M-mmm….Marik…" he struggled to speak.

The blonde man looked over at the boy before reaching out and stroking his cheek gently, a spark of something in his pupil-less lilac eyes. However, the second it appeared, it was suddenly gone, a dark chuckle replacing it. "Hold still, little one. This will only take a second…" he purred before turning the machine on.

Small jolts of blue electricity shot out of the box and through the suction cups, into the mind of the pale boy. Ryo moaned softly as the orbs hit him. They weren't exactly painful, but still uncomfortable all the same. "Ugghhhh….no…." he protested weakly, his wrists and ankles twisting in their cuffs as he continued to try and gain control over his motionless body.

After several minutes, however, Marik turned the machine off and pulled a small, blue vile out of the back box, grinning. "Ah, there we go…" he purred and he inserted it into another black box a few steps away, watching as the television it was hooked up to suddenly burst to life, radio static projecting off the slightly large screen.

"Perfect." The tanned doctor said with a grin before he turned to the restrained boy and quickly unlocked the cuffs, catching him before he could fall over with a small chuckle and hoisting him up on the rack in front of the glowing screen and cuffing him back up, smirking slightly as the boy's hazy eyes looked at him with confusion.

"W-wha…?"

"Hush, little Ryo. Just relax and watch the screen." Marik said with a slightly smirk, placing the suction tubes back on the porcelain skin carefully and gently. Pressing a button on the back box, he watched as the television suddenly started to form a picture. And it was only one picture in particular.

A car crash. The very same one that took the life of Ryo's dearly beloved sister and mother. There it was, playing out before the young boy.

Ryo was horrified. His chocolate eyes widened and filled with tears as he watched his sister's broken body being pulled out of the twisted, mangled mess that used to be the family car, a sob catching in his throat. "N-no…no…." he whispered out.

Marik watched the bloody and gruesome crash himself, wincing slightly at the sight of the gory mess on the road and splattered on the car itself.

The white-haired boy continued to watch as tears poured down his face, dry sobs and whimpers spilling from his mouth as his little sister was carted away in the ambulance, he blood still fresh on the paramedics' hands. Even back then, he knew it was too late. He knew there was no hope left for his mother and Amane. They were dead. Gone forever.

Finally, he had to look away. It was too much. As his small body shook with sobs and anger, he glared at the tanned doctor. "Y-you sick bastard!" he cried out, the feeling suddenly coming back to his limbs and he struggled like mad. He wanted down. He wanted to get away from this place.

Marik shifted his gaze over to the struggling boy and smirked slightly. "Like this machine, little one? Shows the person a memory they fear the most, one they wish to escape..."

"I-I don't care! Let me down! Please stop it!"

The tanned doctor sneered at the begging but complied by the wishes of the young boy and unlocked the cuffs, watching as Ryo fell to the ground and curled in on himself, shivering and whimpering at the horrors of what he just saw.

"Aww, tut tut, little Ryo." Marik tsked teasingly before he pulled the young boy up and pressed their lips together, causing the white-haired boy to cry out in protest and start to squirm.

"The worst is yet to come…"