A/N- A lot of people are asking me why I'm rewriting this story, so I guess I just forgot to go over it properly in A ^^"

I'm rewriting this story for a lot of reasons that add up to 3 main reasons: my age, my writing, and the plot.

I'm pretty sure I was 14 or I was a month or two away from turning 14 when I started writing False Insanity. In other words, my early FF days, which then means; I was cocky as Hell and thought my writing was the absolute shit. I didn't totally understand the purpose I had when I was writing, and I was constantly looking forward to the smut... Which, now that I'm older, I understand I'm not that into writing anymore- there are better ways to go about it (NOT that I'm not throwing in some smut in this, I am, just not as I did when I was starting out :3 The sex will have a different meaning than it did before... At least, I'll try for that)

Now, I'm much more humble than I was as a youngster, and I understand my faults as a writer, so I'd like to work on them :)

My writing has also changed, in my opinion. Compared to my Kuro fics (which, btw, I've deleted) and the way I went about my VK fics, I feel like I've matured a bit, and I have a new understanding of what plots are and how I need to go about writing them.

My plot in FI:A was like a... quilt, so to speak. It was patched together and all over the place, and I rushed through things to get to the smut. That's not what I'm about now, so I'd like to draw more attention to the build up; to Zero's progress from a mental patient to a strong, independent, vampire capable of defending himself. And especially his relationships with everyone else.

Also, on a lighter note, I think I have my update days for this story, and Can You Still Feel?, sometime in the middle of the week of the middle of every month (HAAAA) starting next month, so you can expect monthly updates and not sporadic ones :) I'm really trying guys!

I hope this clears the confusion up a bit, and you guys continue to enjoy the rewrite :D


"Take a deep breath, Zero..."

Breathe? he wondered, the advice momentarily stunting his panic and fear with confusion. How could he take a deep breath when he couldn't even breathe? The strap around his midsection was enough to halt any breathing, not including the panic attack he was silently suffering through.

"Zero, if you don't prepare yourself, this is going to hurt," his nurse chided, holding up the sharp and slender probe to emphasize his words.

Zero shuddered, unable to voice his pleas or fears, only able to stare helplessly at the man above him. Rido would be in any second to put that thing into his brain, but if he could just convince the nurse...

A soft sigh was all he needed to understand there wasn't an escape.

"Think of it this way," the man started, moving swiftly and efficiently as he picked up a syringe and filled it. "You'll be totally out of it and totally happy when you meet your knew therapist."

He whimpered when his nurse slid the needle into his elbow, adding yet another scar to the hundreds of others. But sure enough, his body began to numb, tingling slightly where the syringe had entered, and he felt himself begin to shut down. Everything would be fine, he realized, even smiling at his now confident nurse and shifting slightly under his restraints.

One at each wrist, his stomach, thighs, calves, and ankles... Securely bound, for whatever reason... Zero didn't know, he wasn't dangerous...

He giggled when he felt warm fingers rub chilly gel onto his chest and neck. The electrodes followed, sticking to his skin firmly and easily.

"Rido will cover the ports," the man told him, useless as it was.

Zero snapped his teeth at the man, giggling when he made him jump slightly. "Tell that bastard he won't get anything... "

"I beg to differ." Rido's smooth voice floated into the room, and with a cold glare he sent the nurse on his way before starting towards Zero. "I'll be inducing a seizure or two, then measuring your brain activity after a series of phrases."

Zero snorted. "Would any of them have to do with vampires?" he leered, smiling up at the man as he picked up the thin wires and coated them generously with the same gel. He frowned then and jerked slightly against his restraints. "No..." Zero stressed, snapping his head to the side when Rido advanced with the one thing that could destroy his high.

"Unfortunately, it seems you've been growling and snapping at people..." Rido hummed softly as he gripped Zero's jaw and forced his head forward again. "One could only assume you're so caught up in this vampire delusion of yours... That you're becoming one yourself..."

With that, Rido shoved the small probe through his temple, sending pinpoints of pain so strong throughout Zero he couldn't even find his voice to scream. Quivering in his restraints, and biting his cheek til it bled, Zero forced himself to breathe, and to focus on the brunet as the object made it's way into his brain. After what felt like ages, Rido finally smiled before turning to a small computer and quickly entering a serious of numbers.

Short but powerful bursts of electricity went straight through him afterwards, not so painful now that he couldn't scream, but painful enough that he could really let loose.

At least, he noted, his screams brought Rido some amount of discomfort. If only for a short period of time before he succumbed to searing pain and passed out.

This happened several times, and each time Rido grew increasingly frustrated as his efforts turned out to be in vain. Either broken or still capable of retaining faulty memories, Zero was released under the impression that he didn't, in fact, believe vampires murdered his family. A belief he had learned to let go of in front of others years prior.

Not that Rido was letting it go, of course.

Body aching, Rido and three other nurses pulled him off of the table. He bit down on a soft cry as fingers dug into his sensitive skin, and a rough cloth wiped off the excess gel. Soon enough, however, he was thrown into a pair of cotton clothes and forced screaming into a straight jacket.

He glared at Rido, swore and cursed him, until the door was slammed in his face and he was led down the same sterile white hallway.

Turning to the nurse he hoped had been the one to administer the drugs, he snarled, "Not so fucking happy now, huh?"

Zero found himself ignored in response, although the man did tense a bit uncomfortably. Laughing softly, he snapped his teeth several more times, enjoying the way the nurse shied away.

"Ignore this freak," one of the other men snorted, jerking his arm to stop him. "He'll be Kuran's problem soon enough."

"I'm always Kuran's problem," he purred while throwing himself into the guard who had spoken. He smiled up at the disgusted man and bared his teeth cheerfully. "He thinks I'm a vamp... Vampire." Zero struggled to speak over his own amusement, and the way his mind was once again slowing down.

He realized a needle had been pushed into his shoulder, but he could hardly bring himself to care. The pricks of a syringe were nothing new, in fact, he was surprised he had noticed it this time. Usually sedatives went under his radar.

"Yeah, well, that's not our problem," the guard growled as they slipped into an elevator.

They let him go, trusting the sedatives to work, and they did. He stumbled against one of the cool walls but leered at them nonetheless.

"It will be, because if I am," he began softly, waiting until he had their halfhearted attention. "Then I'll rip you all to fucking shreds. Every single one of you," he growled.

"Jim..." one of the nurses mumbled. She tugged on the guards sleeve and cast a worried glance towards Zero.

He loved it, in a subtle kind of way.

"Don't worry about him. Can't do any harm with the way Rido did him in," the man assured her. "He'll be feeling it tomorrow no doubt. Probably killed a few more brain cells, too."

Zero didn't feel anything at all just then. Sort of tingly, sort of numb, but invincible. Like he could take on an entire army and come out unscathed.

Locking his eyes on the worried nurse, he smiled a bit softer and shrugged. "I'll come for you first, sweetheart."

"Jim!" she hissed, even pressing closer to him, alarmed and startled.

Jim grabbed his arm again and shoved him out of the elevator, almost making him lose his balance as he stumbled. Balance, he had learned, was a hard thing to find when you had your arms bound and crossed so tightly he believed they'd be another thing he wouldn't feel for a few days.

He was slurring and blabbering incoherently by the time he was brought to a very familiar wooden door, yet horribly alien at the same time. No longer was there a plaque that read "Yuki Cross." A simple number hung from it now, waiting to be named and labeled by his new therapist.

"Freak," was muttered yet again when he whined, digging his heels into tiled floor as Jim opened the door and snapped his greeting.

His new therapist was at the door in a heartbeat, concern and anger written clear on his features. Of course, the clear resemblance to Rido only had another keen escaping Zero, and fighting against the two men who held him.

Definite relation, Zero decided as he took in the familiar bone structure. The only differences between this man and Rido, however, were their eyes and hair. Straight brown hair that had been tied back as opposed to Rido's wavy locks, and matching brown eyes opposite Rido's mismatched. Yet, while Rido's were cold and calculating, this man's eyes were totally absorbent. Intent on what was before him and angry due to it as well.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" His voice was low and sharp, but hardly directed at Zero.

Jim snorted. "Dropping off your first project. Can't handle it, Mr. Pretentious?"

It was a well known fact most guards took issue with the therapists. The guards were mere brutes; all brawn and very little brain, simply kept to keep patients from escaping. But the doctors were just as bad- far too brainy to even be seen looking at anyone else.

This man, however, wasn't above either. He had a glare, so cold it even stilled Zero's drugged movements, fixed on Jim one second and was crowding his space in the next. He went as far as to even dig his fingers into the guard's jaw, nails no doubt biting the skin.

"If I find that you've been handling this boy so roughly again I'll have your job flushed down the drain and a night stick shoved so far up your ass you won't be able to think straight," he promised, eyes flaring angrily before he shoved the guard's face to the side and gestured down the hall. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Go."

Zero didn't think he'd ever seen nurses and guards alike scrambling to get away from a therapist, but he wasn't ready to question it. Instead, he found himself wishing he could follow... Until Kaname snapped to draw his attention to what he was about to do.

And, surprisingly, Zero found himself free of the straight jacket and in a warm room.

A hazy glance around the room and Zero decided there was a lot that needed to be fixed, but the atmosphere overall was reassuring and inviting. There was a pleasant contrast of mahogany and cream colored furniture, and the lamps scattered around the room offered enough light to see comfortably without strain. The curtains, a rich crimson, were drawn, casting boxes of unpacked items into shadow.

He had to admit, it was so much easier on sensitive eyes than Yuki's room had ever been.

Stumbling slightly as he turned to face his new therapist, he pointed out, "I could snap and attack you."

"You won't."

"You seem so sure of that."

"I am."

The confident attitude irked Zero, but he didn't make any other attempts to speak. Instead, he sized the man up in the same way he was.

"You've been tortured and sedated," the man pointed out softly, his interest genuine but no less demeaning. "If you were to attack me, I'm absolutely positive I could hold my own. Now, please, sit down before you fall down," he elaborated with a gesture at one of the leather armchairs.

Zero carefully made his way to the chair and shook off the helping hand when his vision swayed. He had never been so relieved to make it to a single chair on his own before. He'd never had reason to, though.

Kaname sat on his desk, eyeing Zero calmly and curiously. "I believe it's completely ridiculous that they're giving you to me for a session after what you've just gone through. If they think drugging you will make picking your brain apart any easier, they're wrong and that's not why I'm here."

Zero rubbed his eyes, truly trying his hardest to focus and understanding that what this man said was really important, but he was tired... And there were five lamps in the room... The plaque on his desk, reading Kaname Kuran, was also five inches away from the edge... And it was off center.

Meeting those rather smug brown eyes displayed that Kaname understood what he was thinking, and that the lamps and plaque had been deliberate.

Damned shrink...

Zero took a deep breath, and just to spite the arrogant bastard, he let it go. Tried to let it go, that is. It wasn't his room after all, he could deal with it... He could definitely... hopefully... deal with it.

"You can just relax for the next hour or so, Zero," Kaname assured him quietly, and with a smile that did little to set him at ease. He couldn't trust a therapist, he could only trust Yuki...

But the more Kaname spoke and acted, the harder that was to believe. He didn't seem to be out for him, or hellbent on hurting him... Unless Zero could count the purposely placed lamps and plaque... Which he definitely did.

"I have things to unpack, things to settle. I don't have the time, energy, or will to take advantage of an abused patient," he promised as he stood and busied himself with the neatly stacked boxes.

Zero was only able to watch him for several more minutes before he fell into a restless sleep. Aware yet not totally understanding of his surroundings, he twitched and occasionally convulsed until a slightly chilled hand would fall on his shoulder or head, a fleeting touch that stilled and calmed him nonetheless.

Something about this man inspired trust, a reward Zero hadn't granted anyone since before the attack.