Labyrinth of The Mind
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"…" Speech
::…:: Thoughts
Chapter II – Suicide Blonde
Three days.
And it was really boring. They didn't come into his room much, unless it was time to take his 'medicene'. Yeah right. Those pills were as harmful as any drug could get.
He heard his door creak open, and saw an orderly walk in. They didn't have nurses here, and for good reason too. The Asylum::Sucky name...::, was home to the craziest most dangerous patients around.
Him, for example.
"Time for your med." The orderly said, coming to him with a tray.
"Effing yay." Mumbled Axel in mock joy, as he sat up right in his beanbag to take up the pills. He popped them in his mouth and drank the water, then opened his mouth to show that it was empty.
The orderly gave a nod and walked out the room.
He listened for the fading footsteps, then spit the pills from under his tongue. Flushing them down the toilet, Axel headed out the door.
Patients were allowed to walk around when and where they pleased, as long as they didn't bother the orderlies. This resulted in some patients being mistreated by others, or being killed 'accidentally'.
He walked along the silent corridor, which was, most of the time empty. Except today it wasn't.
There was a boy.
A blonde, walking blindly while using the wall for support. Though his eyes were open he stared at nothingness.
Axel walked up to the stumbling figure. The boy bumped straight into his chest, and hands reached out instinctively to feel what had blocked the way. Blue eyes looked up to meet emerald ones.
"Hello kid." He greeted, but the boy seemed too mesmerized in looking at his hair to reply.
"Red…" He mumbled, and lifted a hand to touch a spiky lock.
Usually, the redhead would've attacked anyone who'd dared touch his hair, but he found himself giving way to the blonde. He looked so fragile.
The blonde had bruises all over, and was heavily bandaged. He didn't look like he should be out of bed.
"Hey." Axel took the hand touching his hair by the wrist, and got a shudder from the boy. Blue eyes went wide, frightened all of a sudden. "Don't…don't touch…" He stuttered.
"You should be in bed, kid."
He swung the boy into his arms, even as he began to struggle. "Stop moving. Or I'll drop you." His warning went unheard, so he grabbed the boy's arms and put them around his neck. As he suspected, the blonde stopped struggling against his hold when fingers found red hair.
::Seems like a red hair obsession…::
Axel hence walked, with the boy clinging to his hair, searching for the room the boy had come from. It was easy to find, since it was the only room which had its door wide open. It was a simple enough room, empty-looking, like any hospital room would look like.
::So he's not a rich boy…::
As carefully as he could be, he hadn't been careful in a very long time, he set the boy down on the bed and pried fingers from his hair. The boy protested with a whine, but stopped when Axel ruffled his unruly long blonde hair.
"I'll see you around kid." Patting the boy on the head once more, he left, but not before glancing at the nameplate by the door.
"Demyx…huh."
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Blue eyes floated in darkness in front of him, dripping bloody tears, staring at him pleadingly---
THUD.
"OW! What the fuck!?" The redhead sat up on the floor, twisted amongst sheets and rubbing his head. He could hear a pounding in his ears, threatening to blow his head to pieces.
Gathering his bearings, he tried to remember why he was having this terrible headache…
"Want to go for a drink?"
"Hell yeah."
…
"Are you going to drink all that?"
"Hell yeah."
::Argh…so I got a hangover…figures…21 cups was a little much…::
He pulled himself off the floor with an arm on the bedside table and staggered into the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, which woke him up a little more. Looking up his own reflection stared back at him, water rolling off his face.
He was still wearing that bloodstained shirt…
"Reno!! Reno dude! Are you in there!?" There was a pounding on the door, which only increased the pounding in his head. "Pills pills…pills yo?" Rummaging in his kitchen cupboard, he got out the pills and swallowed them without water.
Groaning, he answered the door.
"WHAT?" He asked, highly annoyed. His head was still pounding, the pills had yet to take effect. It was Xigbar, his other partner in the job.
"Dude!" Exclaimed the one-eyed man, in a very loud voice. "You're alive!!"
"So I am. I wish I weren't. What is it?"
"Nothing much dude, the boss wanted me to check on you, thought something had happened. I mean, dude! You totally did not pick up phone calls for like, three days!"
"Hm." Reno scratched at his chin. A moment was taken for the information to sink in. "What!? Three days? I've been sleeping for THREE DAYS!?" The pill had taken effect and his head was clearer.
"Achieved by only you, dude." Xigbar grinned.
"I need a bath…" Mumbled the redhead.
"Go ahead dude…no jobs as of yet. I'll see ya later!"
"Yeah." He closed the door, and headed for the bathroom. In the mirror he caught sight again of red against white. Blue eyes flashed through his mind---
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Emerald eyes blinked. He found himself standing in front of that door again, and his hand was on the handle. The past few days he'd gone around different places in the asylum, but hadn't once seen the blonde.
::Maybe they locked his door…:: He pushed down on the handle, and found that it wasn't locked. "Kid?" He switched on the lights to an empty bed. Slowly, he made his way over to the bathroom, the door held slightly ajar. He could hear running water from inside.
"Hey."
He pushed the door open, and the first thing he saw was water overflowing from the sink. It had been stained a pinkish colour, which led him to look at the figure sprawled out upon the floor.
"Hey!" He rushed to the boy's side, lifting the boy's head onto his lap. "Hey," He pat pale cheeks, trying to rouse him. "Wake up, hey!" The boy's head lolled in his lap, like that of a rag doll's.
Quickly, he brought the lifeless body to the bed, and bound bleeding wrists tightly with strips of bed sheets. The blood was dripping steadily from the bed to the floor. He pressed fingers to the side of his neck, checking for a pulse. It took him awhile to find one, but it was there. Barely.
"Idiot." Growled the redhead, before rushing out the room to get a doctor.
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"Yo, boss." Reno stepped into the office, yawning. It was 7 in the morning. He usually slept in till noon.
Rufus looked up from papers he were reading, and tossed a file over to him. The redhead caught them by reflex.
"What's this?"
"Open it. Your next assignment."
Inside the file were various papers, and the very top one had a person's profile on it. He recognized those deep blue eyes---
"This is---"
"The patient you captured the other day. Rude told me how well you handled him the other day; that the boy was attached to you, even. Hence you've been appointed to be his caregiver."
"His what?" ::Note to self, kick Rude's ass later.::
"He tried to commit suicide yesterday with a plastic butter knife and needs someone to make sure he doesn't do it again."
"He what? Is he okay?" He'd wanted to ask why the orderlies couldn't just keep watch on him, but found himself being concerned for the boy instead.
Rufus smirked. "Why don't you accept the assignment? Then you can find out."
"Fine." Putting the papers back into the file, he headed for the door.
"And Reno."
"What?"
"I'd like you to observe how this Asylum runs."
"Ah." ::So there was an ulterior motive after all.::
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He'd never entered the Asylum before, and he had to admit that he was quite surprised that the patients were allowed to walk about the hospital.
"Room 009…009, ah, there it is…" He paused in the hallway.
There was someone standing outside the door of room 009, peeping in through the tiny glass window on the door. Turning, the redhead (like him) regarded him with cold green eyes, stuffed hands in the pockets of his jeans and walked silently past him.
::Huh…Wonder if he's a patient or…a visitor?:: Shaking the thought off, he approached the door and peeped himself through the window. He saw the blonde, sitting upright in bed.
Knocking on the door (something he never did), he entered the room.
The curtains were drawn closed so the room was dark. The boy looked at him as he approached, and when he finally reached the bed he found that the blonde was being strapped down onto the bed, hands and all.
Unsure of what to say, he just stood there, staring at the thick bandages wrapped around the boy's thin wrists.
"Hello." The blonde greeted him first, breaking the uncanny silence. He had this strange smile on his pale face.
"Yo." Reno pulled a chair over to sit by the bed. "How…are you feelin'?"
"I'm fine." Slurred the boy, sounding very much Reno when he was drunk.
Glazed blue eyes stared at the top of his head, and Reno wondered if he was looking at his hair.
"I'm Reno. And…um, I'm here to look after you."
"Okay!" Blurted the blonde almost too happily. "I'm Dem---Demyx."
Reno rubbed at the back of his neck. This was so awkward. The boy seemed a lot…more depressed the last time he saw him.
"I remember you!" Said the boy suddenly, making Reno jump. "You were at my house." Blue eyes narrowed at him, and the blonde looked as if he were trying to look angry. He only got close to looking suspicious though. "You took my knife away."
There was this accusory tone in his voice.
"Yeah. I did." Laughed the redhead. He took a moment to look at the blonde, smiling goofily up at him, skinny and ill-looking. "Do you…know what you did?" This was said in a soft voice.
"Uh huh." He nodded, and said, cheerfully, "I cut my wrists with the butter knife. It was plastic. Blood…Blooood is red." Then he grinned, still nodding to himself.
"Red is pretty."
End Chapter II
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