Holy crap...I'VE REACHED THE MOTHER LAND! *throws confetti* yay me!

I noticed I keep submitting these chapters just before I head off the the chiropractor XD seems strange (and dont get to cozy with updates being on fridays)

Also, thanks to those who review and fav this story :) it's been boosting my confidence and keeping me motivated to continue (also keeping my mind off the art block i'm suffering)

Chapter Four

Time was up. Today's the day Neku was leaving to a children's insane asylum…great, I mean all he did was try to kill himself, the other kids there are probably 10 x worse than him and are probably psycho freaks that have serious mental problems and killed people for fun.

Nice mental image isn't it?

Right now Neku was sitting on his bed, slouched over out of being bored while his parents were going through his stuff one last time. Checking for anything that wasn't allowed in such as belts and sharp objects (other than pens, it's not like he was gonna stab anyone, he wasn't one to cause much trouble.) and making sure he wasn't going to somehow smuggle his MP3 player and headphones in…yet.

It'll be a cold day in hell before he gives up his music. He had already planned how he was going to get them in. He would hide his mp3 player, which ironically looks like a tampon…, in his toiletries bag in the last minute before they get his bags into the car and since his headphones were too big, he'd have to make do with earphones which he has already wrapped around his scar littered wrist and covered it with his wristbands. No one would suspect a thing.

Eventually, his parents seemed pleased with their son's packing and were about to take it downstairs till Neku stopped them.

"Wait! I, er, forgot my soap!" Okay not his best excuse, though he did purposely leave it out just for his plan to work.

"Alright, just bring your bags down when you're ready." His father said, before both adults leaving the room.

A cheesy grin crept onto Neku's face. 'Oh Dad, you're way too trusting.' With that, he grabbed his MP3 player from under his pillow and plopped it into the small bag before heading into the bathroom to grab a bar of soap. Looking one last time at the tiled floor he almost died on, he could only see a few small stains of red that his mother had spent hours trying to scrub off. Immediately his high from being sneaky died, feeling rather depressed that he had been causing his parents so much grief. With a miserable sigh, he headed back to his room to grab his bag and head downstairs, looking out the door to find his parents who were standing outside the car.

"You ready?" his mother asked with a sad smile. Neku gave a small nod, walking out to the car to put his bag in the boot. He turned back to the house, taking one last look for god only knows how long before opening the car door and sits inside.

The car drive was rather uneventful, just watching everything he grew up knowing flash by. When they passed the CAT mural in Udagawa, he felt like a rock has just dropped in his stomach. The rest of the ride was just awkward silence and Neku drifted off once they were on the outskirts of the city.

It must have been over an hour when he was woken up by someone shaking him. "C'mon Kiddo, we're here." His father whispered. No response, though Neku was in a bit of an awkward position, he was rather comfortable and didn't want to be disturbed. The shaking has stopped and was replaced by poking which earned a groan and the offending hand being swatted at but still didn't get the youth up. Mr Sakuraba sighed, giving Neku the idea that he may have given up until a sharp pain struck his arm, causing the teen to yelp in pain.

"DAD! WHAT THE HELL?" Neku cried out, now rubbing the tender spot on his arm where his dad had pinched him.

"Had to get you up somehow." His dad chuckled.

With an irritated sigh, Neku sat up and climbed out of the car, his mother holding his bag which he took off her and glanced at the large building in front of him.

"…It looks even worse up front." Neku sighed. Honestly, all that was missing from the grey building was barred windows and it would be a prison. The family walked inside the building, once inside Neku expectations of the inside was confirmed. Tiled floors, pale green walls, and a front desk where a woman with blond hair was sitting behind next to a long hallway. Okay, better than he was expecting. Mr Sakuraba walked up to the woman to check Neku in while his mother was giving him some comforting words.

"Just remember, we'll visit you as much as we can and I want you to be on your best behaviour." Mrs Sakuraba began rambling, trying to fix his funnel collar and was patting him down as if he was a 5 year old child who was playing in the mud.

"Mum!" Neku's face flushed in embarassment. Sure he loved his mum but he hated when she was invading his personal bubble. Unfortunately that didn't stop her from talking until a strange, tall man walked towards them.

"Good afternoon, I am Megumi Kitaniji, the head of this facility. You must be the Sakuraba's?" the man asked, fixing his sunglasses. Mrs Sakuraba nodded with a nervous smile, Neku was getting a strange vibe out of this Kitaniji guy and he didn't like it.

"Ah! No need to be nervous. We promise nothing but the best treatments for our patients." Kitaniji smirked, his voice laced with confidence. This seemed to put Neku's mother at ease but Neku was getting more edgy the longer he was in this man's presence.

"Sir, Everything seems to be in order." Everyone looked behind the man to see the woman from behind the desk, Neku's father following her to the group.

"Excellent, Konishi. If you're not too busy we can give you a tour of the grounds or should we take young Neku off your hands?"

"Unfortunately we'll have to refuse your offer, I need to get back to work and I'm cutting it close as it is." Neku's father sighed, walking to his son and gave him a strong pat on the back. "Good luck, Neku."

His mother bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Just do your best and listen to what Mr Kitaniji says."

"I will mum." Neku said, his mother brought him in to one last hug. Neku returned the hug, hoping to never let go. Unfortunately his mother had to break the hug and slowly followed her husband out of the building. Even though his parents were still in view, he was already feeling homesick.

"Hmm, doesn't seem to be a family problem…" Megumi muttered to himself.

"Huh?"

"…It's nothing. Now if you will follow me, Mr Sakuraba, I'll take you to your new room and your fellow patients you'll be spending time with." And with that, Kataniji walked off down the hall, the blond woman (Konishi, was it?) Followed right behind him. Neku grabbed his bag and quickly followed the strange adults, now only wondering what the other patients would be like.

Aaaaannnnndddddd we bring in some of the cast :)

I feel like I should give Neku's parents names, but that would mean that it would have to be japanese...don't get the wrong idea, it's just that I dont like the idea of putting my incredibly limited knowledge on anything japanese into my story (hence why I dont write Chan, Kun, Kawaii, Bakka ect). I just find it annoying with other fics. I just wan't a good story, not a fricken dictionary on what japanese culture you've learned from anime/manga or wiki

also if your confused why Neku put his bags in a 'Boot', that's just what Australians (and some other countries) call the 'Trunk'