The Art of Falling Apart

By: Ashma Daeva

Note/Disclaimer: Everything in italics are characters thoughts. I own none of the Sailormoon characters.
Warnings: Alternate Universe | Shoujo-ai [Kakyuu/Seiya] | Mild Language | Insanity-provoked

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Chapter 001 | [Zyprexa]
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"Ms. Kakyuu," the older woman murmured to herself, skimming her eyes over the application one last time. "Do you have any sort of nursing skills?" The red-haired woman nodded quickly in response.

"I worked in the psychiatric portion of the local hospital, ma'am," she said in her soft voice. The woman looked up from the rims of her glasses.

"So you're used to be around the mentally ill?" Kakyuu god a devious gleam in her eyes.

"Ma'am," she said lowly. "I don't believe they're ill in the least." The woman lifted an eyebrow. "I believe that they're geniuses."

"And why do you think they're geniuses?"

"Because, ma'am, they can feel things that are so unnoticed on an object. They can hear things that no sane person can possibly hear from a certain distance. They think so complexly. They're not ill. The only thing that's happened to their poor souls is the fact that their senses have been sharpened," she said defiantly. The woman felt a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Have you ever worked around anybody with schizophrenia?" Kakyuu shook her head and sighed, a mix if hesitance and shame in her voice.

"No, ma'am. However, I have worked around one individual who had schizotypal personality disorder," Kakyuu said quietly.

"Schizotypal disorder is pretty close to schizophrenia." Kakyuu raised her red eyes to meet the woman's blue ones. "Ms. Kakyuu, you may start your job tomorrow. You are assigned to hall 4-A. That hall is reserved for patients with schizotypal, schizoid, and schizophrenia disorders. However," she said, looking Kakyuu directly in the eyes. "There is one patient who is quite chronic." Kakyuu nodded in understanding. The woman rolled her chair to the filing cabinet, pulling open the drawer labeled '4-A'.

"Which does he have?"

"It's a she," the woman said. "And it's schizophrenia." She pulled out a few pieces of paper that were paperclipped together. She tossed the paper onto her desk in front of Kakyuu and shut the file cabinet, locking it with her key. Kakyuu curiously glanced at the front piece of paper and picked it up off the desk. She scanned her eyes over the mug shots of the young girl who looked as if she were droning off when the picture was taken. Droning off so much to the point the pad with her name and number on it had to be held up for her. "Patient number 02385, Seiya Kou." Kakyuu nodded, running the tip of her maroon-painted fingernail over the frown that married the girl's lips in the picture. "Suffers from chronic schizophrenia."

"Paranoid schizophrenia?" The woman shook her head in response.

"Usual schizophrenia. The main thing that ends up driving her mad it what she hears." Kakyuu lifted an elegant red eyebrow.

"Hears?"

"Well," the woman began. "Thinks she hears. What she hears in her head that seems to coming to her from the 'outside world' around her." Kakyuu nodded, licking her cherry-red lips.

"Is she in any sort of therapy?" The woman nodded.

"And she takes medication daily."

"It's a shame, really," Kakyuu said. "That there truly can never be a cure to general schizophrenia."

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Worthless. Midnight blue eyes stared flatly at the opposing white, plaster wall. The wall that told the tales of a few other lost souls that were there before. You never were useful for anything.

"Hush," she murmured lightly, placing her fingertips over her right temple.

Really, how do you put up with yourself?

"I…"

What's wrong? Can't answer?

"Stop it," she weakly muttered. "Stop it right now."

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't loom over you. Seiya looked around the room, sheer confusion creeping on her face, as she saw nobody. She stared at the flowing curtain that blew steadily in the wind. She shakily stood up from her position on the white tiled floor. She stepped her foot forward with her right foot and looked down, almost mesmerized by the black blurb that appeared on the polished floor from her straggly mane of hair. "Must be my soul," she muttered to herself and began erratically walking to the window. She put her hands down on the windowsill and scanner her eyes over the courtyard where nurses were pampering several almost-hissing patients that were fidgeting in their powder white straight jackets. She ground her teeth together and leaned out the window. "All of you shut up and stop tormenting me! All of you!" She growled to herself and slammed the window shut.

Poor child. Seiya whimpered and covered her ears.

"Just go away!"

Go away? A harsh laughter rang in Seiya's ears. Laughter equaled to one who scrapes their nails down a chalkboard. Stupid. I'm with you no matter where you run.

"No," she said weakly. She dug her fingers in her hair and shook her head rapidly. "Get away!" she screamed. She slipped down the wall and pulled her knees to her chest. "Just go away."

Go shoot yourself and maybe I'll consider leaving your body the way it is. Seiya moaned lightly in a twinge of what she thought was pain running through her body, wringing her muscles, and chipping away at her bones.

"For the love of God, leave me be…"

I am God. Seiya made a pitiful sound.

"No, no, stop it, stop it. Leave me be, that's all I ask…"

So pathetic of you. Seiya shuddered, her muscles tensing. She closed her eyes, and numbly dropped her arms to her side, her hands lazily resting on the cold floor.

"What is it about me," she murmured before drifting off into a medicated sleep.

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Well, this chapter is done. Review, people. Let me know what you think.