A/N : Misori Chan is starting another story! Heh heh… I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. Gomen gomen. At least this thing is only four chapters. XD

Title : Three Days of Insanity
Written by : Misori Chan
Genre : Romance
Rated : PG-13
Warnings : Shonen ai
Spoilers : None, probably
Pairings : MalikxMarik, some SetoxJou
Disclaimer : Misori Chan does not own Yugioh. Only in her dreams does she own it.

Just to clear some things up because people get confused…

Malik = hikari

Marik = yami

Extra Note : I don't really know much about the psychiatrist world but I won't really go deep into their world.

Information on Malik is true. I got it all at a fansite. Forgot which one. Gomen.
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Day One

Marik Ishtal, a well known psychiatrist, was on his way to meet his new patient. Just the other day, he got a call from the main office, informing him that he'd get a new patient to work with. Glaring at the ceiling as he made his way through the hallway, he thought of why he worked as a psychiatrist to begin with. He sighed dejectedly, glancing at the doors patients stayed within.

He didn't like being a psychiatrist, working as one only because it paid well. Stopping before a door, he took out the prepared files to read before he entered to meet his new 'patient'. Opening the folder, he checked the basic and simple profile.

Patient Name : Malik Ishtar

Sex : Male

Age : 16

Height : 180 cm

Weight : 55 kg

Birthdate : December 23

Blood Type : B

History : Attempted suicide more than once. Nearly killed his own parents.

Taking his gray-blue eyes away from the sheet of paper, he brushed back some loose blond bangs back in place. Gesturing to the security guard at the door, he beckoned the man to open the door for him. The uniformed man took his keys and opened the door, allowing the shrink to enter. He slammed the door closed once the blond was inside, locking it with his key.

Marik glared, vexed that a security guard would treat him so lowly and insignificant. His eyes wandered around the room, taking in the surroundings, and narrowing them when he found his patient. He sauntered over to the table in the room where his charge was sitting on a steel chair, attention focused intently on the table. He pulled a steel chair out, sitting down across from the boy.

He waited impatiently for the young one's attention. Malik refused to obey his shrink's silent command, his attention still on the table. The gray-blue eyed man couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist on the table. "Hey!" Glassy, violet eyes peered curiously at him.

"You're not supposed to treat me that way," the boy stated. Marik grimaced, glaring fiercely at the teen. "You could get fired--"

"Shut up!" he barked venomously. "Who are you to tell me what to do?" Malik smiled, clasping his hands together on the table.

"Are you my new psychiatrist?" he asked, smiling sweetly at the man before him. The man crossed his arm, huffing with annoyance at the boy. He was surprised when his charge didn't flinch or show any sign of apprehension. His co-workers usually did, even if he wasn't glaring at them. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he flipped open the patient's file.

"Yes. I'm your new psychiatrist. I am Marik Ishtal, but you may call me only by Ishtal," he said, eyes never leaving the pages of information on the boy. Astonishingly, the boy's file was a very large one. He dealt with many suicidal and homicidal people before but never had a file been that large. Placing the folder back down on the table, he rested his face on one hand, eyeing the boy warily. "I only have two hours with you so why don't you start by telling me about yourself a bit?" he suggested. Malik blinked, the information slowly registering in his mind. He smiled at the blond man and shook his head.

"No," he replied. Marik glared.

"Why not?" he questioned with irritation.

"Because there's nothing to tell that's not already on my file, isn't that right?" The blond man smirked, admiring the cleverness of the strange boy.

"True. Well then, why don't you tell me why you attempt to kill yourself so many times?" he proposed. The teen thought it over a bit, wondering if he should play along with his new 'shrink' or should he play with his mind. Settling with the first one, he smiled gently at the man. He closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair, resting his back gently on the hard metal.

"The way I see it… is that there's two way to end a problem. One is to get rid of the object that caused it. The second choice is to end all suffering," he said. Malik opened his eyes, gazing attentively at his guest. "I chose the second one--"

"Wrong. You chose both." Malik raised an eyebrow. "You once tried to kill your parents." The teen boy covered his mouth, chuckling shyly before his company.

"Hmm… that's true, I guess. But it doesn't say in there that my parents are the object that caused it, right?" Marik nodded slowly, becoming conscious that his new patient was going to be a challenge.

"Your file is big, yet it has no real information. If a professionally trained psychiatrist reads it, he or she would know nothing about you even after reading all these many pages of… void." Malik beamed.

"It's the first time someone's pointed that out," he remarked. "You're the first to tell me that. I congratulate you."

"Oh? Congratulate me? I should be congratulating you for being the first patient that's really earned my interest," Marik smirked. Looking down at his watch, the man frowned. "It seems that time is flying by quicker than I expected. To wrap this meeting up, why don't you tell me what causes you to try and kill yourself?"

Malik smiled and didn't say a single thing. The blond man furrowed an eyebrow, remaining silent and stared at his charge expectantly. When no words flowed from the teen, he growled with frustration and snarled at the teen. "Look, kid. It's bad enough you look almost identical to me and you have nearly the same name as I do, but you're not talking? Is this what you did to your other psychiatrist? Drive them insane until they quit their jobs?"

Malik lowered his head, eyes on the table. "No."

"How am I supposed to do my job if you won't speak?" the man asked the teen. Malik raised his head, eyes gleaming with fury.

"Your job is not to question me," he hissed venomously. Marik huffed indignantly, standing up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said, opening the door to leave. Once outside, he let out a tired sigh. The boy was going to be harder to crack than he expected. With that thought in mind, he began to head over to his boss's office. Walking lazily through the hall, he halted when an old lady trotted over to him, a smile upon her face. She waved to him.

"Hello, you must be Malik's new psychiatrist!" she yelled out to him gleefully. Ishtal raised an inquiry eyebrow.

"You know him?" he asked.

"Not really, I just bring food to him sometimes. He's a very sweet boy," she told him. "I don't think he belongs here…" Sighing sadly, her mind wandered off to the boy.

"I don't think so either," he agreed.

"He likes candy, a lot. I sneak in some every time I visit him," she said. Widening her eyes, she covered her mouth. "Oh, please don't tell anyone! Patients aren't allowed to have candy, but he's such a sweet boy."

Marik nodded, watching the old lady hurry away and fading into the distance. 'He likes candy?', he asked himself. 'Interesting…'

Snapping away from the quick distraction, Ishtal went back to heading over to the boss's office. Stopping before the door, he twisted the knob, to be met by a horrific sight. He shuddered and 'ahemed'. A blond known as Jounouchi Katsuya, one of the many security guards, jumped off the boss's lap, rushing out the open door. Sitting on the chair was the boss, a dazed and happy smile on his face as he licked his lips. Marik ambled over to the boss's table, a fierce glare on his features.

"Marik," the brunet, Seto Kaiba, said. "What brings you here?" Ishtal rolled his eyes.

"It's about my new assignment," he said.

"Oh. Malik Ishtar, isn't it? I chose you as his new psychiatrist because I know you'd be perfect for the job," the boss smirked. The blond shrink growled, his voice low.

"Are you certain he's insane?" his gruff voice rang in the brunet's ears. Kaiba nodded, arrogance written all over his face.

"Of course I am. Why do you ask?" Marik faulted, trying to think up an excuse at the top of his mind.

"I was just curious. He doesn't show any symptoms of an insane patient," the blond declared.

"That's the problem with him. He makes it seem like he's an innocent but trust me, he's insane." The blond frowned grimly.

"How do you know? What if you're wrong?" he pointed out.

"Don't be a fool, Marik," the brunet snarled. "He's only acting to confuse you. Don't be like the other psychiatrists. You're my best one and I trust you to not make the same mistake as they did." Ishtal nodded, turning around to exit the office. He lingered at the door, tilting his head to look back at the brunet.

"Best wishes with the blond puppy," he sneered.
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A/N : How's that for a start? There are so few MalikxMarik fics out there. They're usually one-shots or they're together in a story with the three usual pairings. I want to do one for them because you've gotta love them together. /huggles the two/ XD They're so cute together, ne?