Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Nor the lyrics to Black Paper Moon.
Stalker's Notes: Hello, another update of Insanity. I guess after I wrote the last chapter last night; my mind was bombarded with ideas. Thanks for the feedback last chapter! But yeah, Ryou is hella fucked up in this story. Tee Hee. Just wait when he's released. You haven't anything yet. Oops. Spoiler. XD
Ages of Characters so far in Insanity:
Bakura—23 (going on 24)
Ryou-18
Yami-25
Marik—23
Ishizu-Sensei-32
Kisara-17-18
Yugi-18
Malik-20
(Yes, Bakura is dating a high school student. XP get over it.)
Chapter 3
Cooped Up
No one believes in me
There are times when I'm degraded
Even so, your words will always echo in my heart
The next day at the Institute, Bakura was sort of looking forward to see Ryou. Why? Well, the sooner he got this over with, he could go home. The second reason was because after reading his crazy look-a-like file; Bakura was surprised to find out that Ryou was somewhat like him. Mother dead, father disowning him, sibling gone. Yeah, they were alike. But, Ryou was still crazy as fuck. That's where the similarities ended.
"Well, aren't you early?" Marik chuckled while watching his childhood friend drag himself into the common room before sitting on one of the large leather couches.
"God, just shut the fuck up already." Bakura muttered before casting a glance in the pale blonde's direction. "Shouldn't you be at home eating cereal in your underwear still?"
Marik chuckled before rubbing his stomach idly. "Yeah, but I thought why not go with my sister? I didn't feel like driving anyway."
Bakura cocked his head to the side before shrugging. "I guess. Where is your sister anyway? I know everyone is waiting for her to let us go into our patients rooms."
Yami; who was sitting in a chair beside Marik looked up confusion evident in his eyes. "Didn't you listen to Ishizu-Sensei yesterday? We aren't going to the patients rooms today. They are going to be here in the common room with us."
"I was late; so I didn't get the memo." Bakura said while shoving his hands into his pockets. Damn it, he rushed all the way over here for nothing.
"So, when are they suppose to be out here? And shouldn't the more dangerous patients stay inside their rooms?" Bakura asked, the thought of Ryou lashing out on someone quickly entered his mind.
"I doubt it," Yami said with a shrug. "I am pretty sure that the other workers here observed their behavior before deciding if they were stable enough to come to the common room."
"Yeah," Marik said while nodding. "He has a point there. The institute isn't going to risk their own asses."
Bakura shifted on the couch before leaning against it completely. "As long as Ishizu doesn't have me do any extra work then I am fine."
Marik laughed while Yami only rolled his eyes before picking up a book that was in his coat pocket and began to read it.
At least another forty minutes had pasted before Ishizu and a couple of orderly's entered the common room, all of them had at least four people with them.
The patients.
"Alright everyone," Ishizu said loud enough to capture all of her student's attention. "I am sorry for the delay but there were other matters I had to attend to. As you can see; I have the patients that you were working with yesterday. While yesterday was all about introductions, today is all about observing. As psychologist; you must be able to observe your patients body language and behavior."
Ishizu stepped aside as her students rose from their seats. "Now, I want at least a page of observation notes about your patients. This is an all day assignment. From breakfast, to dinner. Does everyone understand?"
"Yes, Sensei." The students replied.
"Good." Ishizu said with a smile. "Now, find your patients and get started. If you have any questions; ask an orderly. If necessary, an orderly will contact me to help you with your problem or question."
"Now, you may get started." Ishizu said with a small smile. Immediately, everyone began to call for their patient and went to secluded areas of the large common room. Satisfied, the raven haired woman turned and walked away, eager to get some of her work done.
Bakura watched as Yami and Marik find their patients. He was surprised on how much they looked alike. Yami's patient was smaller, with large violet colored eyes and his hair was a bit different as well. If Bakura would've guessed, he would say the boy had to be around at least fourteen years old. Yami had said he had DPD and he could see it. The way he clinched onto Yami's shirt, or how it seemed whenever Yami asked a question, the smaller wouldn't answer before clinging onto Yami; asking him something. As for Marik and his patient, they seemed like they were deep in conversation and what ever they were talking about seemed to amuse them both.
Sighing, Bakura sat back onto the couch and leaning back against it, his hand covering his eyes. He kind of figured that Ryou wouldn't be outside his room.
"You were suppose to be looking for me."
Bakura jumped slightly before removing his hand from his eyes only to see Ryou standing there, his eyes looking down at him.
Ryou looked...different from yesterday. His tangled hair was neat and it fell in layers over his shoulder. He was in his usual white attire; a somewhat tight long white sleeve shirt and a pair of white pants completed with a pair of neon orange-blue socks.
But what Bakura couldn't look away from was his eyes.
They weren't dark and dull. They were bright; a light brown. If Bakura had to choose a color; it would he hazel.
"Did you hear me?"
Bakura snapped out from his thoughts before shaking his head slightly. "Uh, what?"
Ryou eyes narrowed slightly before sitting besides Bakura. "You didn't look for me. You were suppose to. Are you tired or something?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"That's none of your business," Bakura said before grabbing his bag and pulling out one of his notebooks. "I am not going to put up with all these questions, I am telling you that now."
Ryou's brows furrowed before crossing his arms over his chest and leaned back. "Fine. Zorc-kun told me to be nice to you; so I have no choice."
Bakura rose a brow. "He told you to be nice to me? I thought he hated me,"
Ryou let out a small laugh and folded his legs in his lap. His pale fingers ran down his leg as he looked up at the ceiling. "Oh no, he hates you with a passion. He is just in a good mood that's all; and when he's happy, so am I."
'Ah,' thought as he wrote what Ryou said down. 'That's why he isn't threatening people with colored pencils right now...or humming that damn song.'
"I want to know more about this Zorc-kun," Bakura said, placing his notebook aside.
Ryou paused before looking up at the student; a brow slowly rising and slowly leaned forward. "What if I don't tell you?"
Bakura rose a brow. "Then it doesn't matter. I will find out anyways,"
Ryou's expecting expression fell with a small sigh. With a roll of his eyes; Ryou stood up suddenly before looking down at Bakura. "You're really aren't any fun. I want to go to the art room. Since I am your responsibility; you have to follow me."
Bakura felt his eye twitch. "Wha-"
But before he could say anything else, Ryou was walking away, his hands behind his back. Since he didn't have a choice, Bakura followed muttering all the way. The art room was at least two times bigger than the common room but a lot more colorful. Various amounts of artist supplies littered the tables and shelves. Drawings done by the patients of the institute decorated the walls. Some of the drawings were crude, but others looked like they deserved to be in museums.
"Ah, here it is."
Again, Bakura was forced from his thoughts and back into reality and noticed Ryou standing before one of the easels in the corner. Slowly, Bakura made his way over to the white haired patient before turning to the painted work.
The background has to be a mixture of black and red. In the middle was a black animal-or what seemed to be an animal. It seemed like it was staring at Bakura with it's violet colored eyes and bared teeth. The claws on the creature was extended to the fullest while it's leathery-snake looking skin seemed to glisten due to the mixture of paints.
"Do you like it?" Ryou said with a giggle. "Zorc-kun says he loves it; it reminds him of protecting me from all of the mean people here. Of course, he says he isn't a animal but he sure growls and howls like one."
Ryou then tilted his head to the side before biting the bottom of his lip. "All though; it seems it would be better if there was some kind of blood involved...what do you think?"
"I-"
"I meant Zorc-kun," Ryou said glaring at Bakura before his happy expression returned. "I thought so!"
Bakura said nothing as he watched Ryou walk off; talking to himself (or Zorc-kun as everyone else says) and heading over to the paint shelves.
"Damn it," Ryou sighed, standing on his tippy toes trying to reach a small bottle of red paint. "I can't reach it Zorc-kun,"
"Tell that other to help you," the deep soothing voice inside Ryou's mind cooed.
Ryou pouted and began to hop up and down, his small fingers barely brushing up against the paint bottle. "No fucking way." he huffed. "You see how he is, I am not going to ask him for anything. Besides, I thought you hated him."
"That's true," Zorc said with a laugh. "But I don't want to see you get hurt because of our dislike for him."
"I don't care," Ryou said with another hop and laughed when he finally grabbed the bottle, his body slamming against the shelve while doing so. "See Zorc-kun? I told you that I didn't-"
Before Ryou could even finish, he could hear the faint call from Bakura as the shelf he was still holding onto began to fall forward and onto him. It seemed like it was in slow motion as Ryou released the shelf and his back hit the floor hard. All the bottles and brushes fell around; and bottles slipped off the falling racks.
"Ryou!" Bakura cried out and braced himself in front of the smaller boy who was still on the floor. His hands were on either side of Ryou's head while he legs were in between the the smaller. Before Bakura could even say Ryou's name again, a sharp breath was suddenly taken from him when the bottles hit his back, some of them even breaking. Still bracing himself, Bakura groaned as the shelf somewhat fell against him; making Bakura pressing his body against Ryou's.
Bakura could feel the paint soak his back, and even feel small pieces of glass dig into his back due to the shelf's sudden pressure. "God damn it!" he hissed. He could feel his arms tremble as the struggled with the added weight. It didn't make it better since the split paint began to pool at his knuckles; making the tile floor slippery.
"You..."
Bakura looked into Ryou's wide eyes. The student could see some fear in those lightly colored eyes.
"You saved me..."
"Ugh—what was I suppose to do?" Bakura grunted; trying to move away from the body beneath them shifted. "Let you get crushed to death?"
"What in the hell happened here?"
Bakura looked up just in time to see three orderly's rush into the room; panic in all their eyes.
"Sir! Are you alright?" one asked while the other two pushed paint shelf off of the student. "What happened?"
"It's nothing. Everything is fine." Bakura muttered, wincing when he was pulled up. He then looked up when the orderly's picked Ryou by the arms.
"Are you alright kid?" he asked while checking over Ryou's body for injuries and sighed when he found none.
"Why in the hell were you in here? The art room is off limits!" the first orderly yelled; turning back to Bakura.
"Me?" Bakura yelled. "I didn't even know the damn art room wasn't even open! I was just following my ward!"
How dare this old fart blame this on him! Bakura pulled his arm away and grunted when he felt a sharp pain flare up his shoulder. Hissing, the white haired man held onto the injured shoulder and looked up to Ryou who was staring at him somewhat sadly. The capture gaze was soon broken when Ryou was pulled away.
"Come on, your going back to your room."
Ryou said nothing as he exited the room but he managed to cast another glance at Bakura before he turned a corner.
"I will show you to the medical wing if you want me to," the last orderly said with a sympathetic look on his face. "Really, I am sorry for this. If I would have know that you were going to be working with Ryou; I would've followed after you."
"Follow?" Bakura questioned. "I am not some child. I can handle him myself."
The worker of the institute flinched at Bakura's harsh words before regaining his composure. "That maybe so. But, Bakura Ryou is one of the most dangerous patients here and there is no way I am loosing my job because some student thinks he can do whatever the hell he wants here."
And with that parting word, the orderly left Bakura standing there; clenching onto his now bleeding shoulder. If the kid thought he could handle Ryou; then he could handle finding the medical wing.
"Damn it." Bakura hissed.
"Ah!" Ryou cried out as he was thrown onto his room floor. He hissed at the man who stood over him smirking before closing the door. The small patient could hear a small click of the lock on his door.
"Ugh, I fucking hate them." Ryou muttered as he stood to his feet, wobbling over to his bed before flopping down onto the mattress.
"Are you alright Ryou?" Zorc asked, Ryou could hear the worry in his others voice and it made Ryou smile before folding his legs into his lap and began to flex his toes.
"I am fine Zorc-kun. There is nothing to worry about."
"Hm. That man who threw you; is he new?"
Ryou tilted his head to the side as he tried place the orderly with a man he had seen in the past. "I guess he is; I haven't seen him before."
"Hm." Zorc hummed with a questionable sound. "I will deal with that later. No one hurts you like that. Understand?"
"Yeah, Yeah," Ryou said with another laugh. It was not point of trying to tell Zorc otherwise. Whenever his other wanted something done, it always happened. Of course, Ryou had no problem with hurting the orderly's. After the eight years he had been here—or seeing what he had done to the other staff at the institute, one would have guessed that they would learn to not mess with him in anyway.
"That new one; the one who looks like you... he's different." Zorc said a few moments later.
Ryou's brows furrowed. "How is that? Because he saved me?"
"Yes, that is why. If it was anyone else, they would have let you get hurt. But, this one protected you. I like him."
Ryou rolled his eyes. "That's good to know. Now, I am about to get some sleep. If you don't mind."
Zorc chuckled. "Of course, my little yadonushi. Sleep well."
"I will kokuei. Try to not do anything crazy once I fall asleep?" Ryou asked through a yawn. Ryou snuggled underneath his white colored blanket and smiled when he felt a faint touch run over his forehead.
" I can't really promise; but I will try."
"Ah that fucking hurts!" Bakura snapped at the nurse who was pulling out small fragments of glass from his bloody back.
"I am sorry," she said as she continued. "I am trying to be careful but you keep moving. It won't if you stay still."
Bakura muttered something underneath his breath as the woman continued to pull of the small shards. His brown eyes then looked to his teacher sitting besides him.
"That was a good thing you did Bakura," Ishizu said with a small smile. "There are really quite a few who would help a patient at this institute. And it was Ryou nevertheless."
Bakura rolled his eyes. "I may think he's off his damn rocker; but that doesn't mean I want him to be smashed underneath a shelve that was two times bigger than him."
Ishizu smiled at this. "Yes, I suppose so. Now, I am giving you the rest of the week off since I know your shoulder is going to be bothering you for a couple of days..."
Bakura looked up at his teacher with an air of expectancy. The rest of the week off? Hell yeah!
"But, Ishizu continued. "I want you to come in on Saturday and help me with some files I have to take to the director next week,"
"Saturday?-Ow! Shit!" Bakura yelled, turning back his dark brown eyes to the smirking nurse.
"Oops."
"Yes, I said Saturday. I know that you might have something planned this weekend so I want you to come in the morning; around eight. That way, you can leave around one in the afternoon and go on with whatever you have to do."
Bakura opened his mouth to say something but closed it and sighed. "Fine."
"Alright then. I will come in Saturday."
"I thought you would say that."
After Bakura was patched up by the nurse, Ishizu had given the white haired student permission to leave for the day. Ecstatic, Bakura didn't need to be told twice. As soon as he started to gather his things; Ishizu stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"As soon as you go see Ryou. He has been asking about your injury. This is the first time he has shown some type of interest in someone else besides Zorc."
"Do I have to?" Bakura asked.
"Do it or I will find something else for you to do on Saturday and you can kiss your free time down the drain." Ishizu said before placing the key to Ryou's door in the base of his palm before folding it.
"Be quick, and be careful."
"Be careful she says." Bakura muttered, making sure that none of the orderly's saw him talking to himself. "Why in the hell didn't she come with me?"
Sighing, Bakura pushed back his strands before using the card key his teacher had given him to unlock his patient's door before stepping inside. Immediately, his eyes went to the body that was laid across the bed; a single white sheet covering the body underneath it.
"He's asleep." Bakura muttered. "Just great."
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Bakura stood by the door and stared at what he could see from where he stood. Ryou's face was turned in his direction so he could see the smaller peaceful expression and the small smile on his face while he slept. Never would Bakura guessed that Ryou would be capable to killing someone. His own family nevertheless.
Figuring that he shouldn't think to much of it, Bakura turned to open the door only to pause when he heard a soft yawn.
"So, you came."
Bakura turned slightly over his shoulder and his breath hitched.
Ryou was sitting up half way on the bed; hair falling messily into his face and into those dark brown eyes.
"I was worried about you, Bakura-kun."
yadonushi-Landlord; Host. (Bakura called Ryou this when they shared a body)
kokuei-Dark shadow.
I forgot to tell you guys that DPD means Dependent Personality Disorder.
DPD definitions from Wikipedia: Individuals with DPD see themselves as inadequate and helpless; they believe they are in a cold and dangerous world and are unable to cope on their own. They define themselves as inept and abdicate self-responsibility; they turn their fate over to others.
And I think this kind of fits Yugi. You know, since he is all small and whatnot. XD
Next chapter: Zorc is in control. what, oh what will he do to Bakura? XP
