Author note: I am very sorry for the long wait, but I have many otehr stories on the way and I have been working at different chapters for different stories, while at the same time getting new ideas for even more stories. Inspiration has been immense lately but now I have finally updated Amnesia.

Yogonem: It is a very interesting sydrome isn't it? Have fun finding out more!

Animeluver1998: I don't know. The kitty just had to die as a part of the chapter...

MiniBloodyMurder: It's amazing what can happen to someone and what they'll say under stress and when they love someone so much. Any other time however, Yuki probably wouldn't express such emotion the way he is in this story.

Kin Inu: Thank you very much, I hope it continues to draw you in.

Yaoi-luver-999: You'll see. I rarely ever give out what happens in my fics so easily. I hope you continue to enjoy!

Dib's Girl: I updated!

Hotaru: Yeah, I will definately work on the length of my chapters. Thank you very much for all of your comments.

Thank you everyone! On with chapter 9! Enjoy!

Yours truly, GoldenEyesMidnightTears

Chapter 9: Be Good To Him

He couldn't bear the thought of facing Hiro right now. He didn't want to have to talk about Shuichis worsened condition, for fear his own weakness would show, and he would start crying again. The night Shuichi was commited to Fair Way, Yuki stayed in a hotel nearby so he didn't have to deal with the guitarist. He had been unable to stop crying. He wasn't the type to cry and found it humiliating. What would peopl think if they saw the cold, handsome and mysterious blonde crying? Yuki cringed as he stood at the two way mirror watching his beloved bubble gum haired lover. He was dressed in a dull thin white robe, revealing his tanned skin through the thin fabric, and his butt was wide open in the back. Yuki couldn't help but snicker at this. But his snicker returned to a look of sadness and loss. How long would it be before he could touch him again?

He had showed up about a half hour early for visitation and was unable to enter the room until then. He had nervous butterflies in his stomache and was very unsure of how to act around the younger boy. He assumed that Shuichi only had one other personality and assumed that it was the one that had attacked him and tried to strangle him to death. He watched as one of the nurses entered the room with the boys lunch. He couldn't exactly tell what was on the platter that she held, but he was sure that it wouldn't be very good. Yuki watched as the nurse nervously sat the plate of food on the table near the door. She shot a nervous glance at the boy who was sitting on the bed at the far side of the room, hugging his Kumagoro close to him and then she left as quickly as she had entered.

Not long after, she made her way into the room where Yuki was watching him. He shot a glare at her.

"Oh! Mr. Yuki! It's you!"

She bowed slightly before continuing.

"I absolutely adore your work. Your very talented!"

"Shutup!" He spat. "You shouldn't treat him like a murder suspect!"

She hesitated. "R...right. Sorry." The nurse looked around, not knowin what to say. "Right, I um...better go." The nurse left the room in a flustered hurry, while Yuki thought of only Shuichi. He turned back to the mirror to see the younger boy bouncing his pink rabbit on his knee. He looked so lonely. Yuki wanted nothing more than to sit with him and stroke his pink hair. He wanted nothing more than to comfort him and have him get well as fast as possible. He couldn't stand it anymore. Now instead of having Amnesia, he had another identity. He hoped that he only had one other identity. He didn't want anymore surprises.

A hand rested gently on his shoulder, causing him to jump. He spun around to come face to face with a doctor.

"Hello Yuki. My name is doctor Nagase."

The doctor held out his hand and Yuki reluctantly took it into a firm hand shake.

"I understand you are here early. We cannot make any exceptions to let you in early but we could pass the time away by having you fill out some papers. Technically we should have done this last night but I could tell that you were tired and under stress."

Yuki sighed and eyed the folder beneath the doctors arm. "What kind of papers?"

"Well let me take you to my office, where we can get a little more comfortable and I'll explain."

Yuki stuffed his hands into the pockets of his coat and reluctantly followed the doctor out of the room and to a small secluded office at the end of the hall.

Yuki stood uncomfortably until the doctor gestured toward one of the chairs in the room. Yuki sat down as if the chair would burn him. He shifted until he was at least a little comfortable but the atmosphere of this place was unbearable. It was too...depressing.

"Ok Yuki. Can I call you that?" He didn't wait for answer and continued.

"The first paper you will fill out is the one admitting Shuichi to our hospital." The doctor took his seat and opened his folder. He placed the paper on the desk seperating him from Yuki.

Yuki scanned the page. "So I am able to sign Shuichi out of Fairway whenever I please?"

The doctor nodded. "That is...unless we think he is a danger to society."

Yuki shot him a cold glare. "And do you think he is a danger to society?"

"Well...Yuki...it has come to my attention that he nearly strangled you to death."

"So. Is this what you have been telling your nurses? Everyone is acting afraid of him."

"We merely warned them of his tendencies."

"Tendencies? You say that like he'll murder someone if given the chance."

"I am merely being cautious Yuki."

Yuki returned his gaze to the paper. With a shaky hand he raised the pen to the blank spot at the bottom and signed his name.

After that, Yuki had signed various papers concerning Shuichis stay at Fairway.

"Now this is the last one," said the doctor pulling another sheet from his shoulder. "If you sign this paper, you are giving one of my understudies permission to have private sessions with Shuichi."

"Private sessions?"

"Yes. Talk therapy if you will. My understudy Doctor Minobu will have talk sessions with him and attempt to break down his other personality or personalities and form them into the main identity. He will also attempt to contact his other personalities as well...Yuki."

Yuki hesitated, before finally signing his name at the bottom of the page.

The doctor smiled at him. "You have made a very wise choice of commiting him to our hospital. We will do everything we can to make his stay comfortable."

He stuck out his hand again but this time Yuki ignored it. "Can I visit him now?" He asked in a cold manner. The doctor smiled half heartedly. "Sure."

Yuki was led back down the same hallway and past the room with the two way mirror, where he had observed his lover from what seemed too far away. He wanted to be near him...so much closer. Yuki observed with bitterness as the doctor used the key from his long coat to unlock the door to Shuichis room. With slight anger he remembered how the docotor had pretty much implied that Shuichi was a menace to society. He didn't exactly need to say it. Yuki could practically hear him thinking it. The fact that the boy was locked away in such a small space only confirmed his suspicions.

The door was opened and he was blinded by the pure whiteness of the room. He had not realized how completely white the room was just by looking through the mirror. Yuki cringed. He almost regretted leaving Shuichi in such a dull place and he almost wondered how well he would actually be treated. Yuki scanned the room and saw that the only contents was the small table where Shuichis plate of food still lay dormant and the bed at the far wall, where Shuichi sat cradling his pink rabbit. He seemed unaware of Yukis presence. Yuki turned to the doctor.

"You said you would make his stay as comfortable as possible right?"

"Of course," replied the doctor.

"Then I propose that you allow him to paint his room the way he wants it. He would really like that."

The doctor hesitated before speaking. "Uh..Yuki," the doctor smiled hesitantly. "This is a professional assylum. We can't just have our patients getting out of hand. Allowing Shuichi to paint his room, would mean that we would have to let every other patient paint their room as well.

Yuki glared at him. "So?" Yuki gestured toward the room. "It's too white. He'll get depressed."

With that said, the doctor nodded. "I understand. I'll see what i can do."

Yuki looked toward the boy and then back to the doctor. "Of course. I'll leave you two be then."

The doctor quietly closed the door behind him and Yuki turned toward the younger boy.

"Shuichi," he said in a calm, soothing voice.

Shuichi looked up from the pink rabbit and his eyes went wide.

"Yuki!" Shuichi jumped off the bed and jumped into Yukis arms. His arms were wrapped around his neck and Yukis arms rested beneath his bottom, his golden locks falling around the boy protectively. Shuichi nuzzled against him. Yuki moved toward the bed and sat down with the boy clinging to him tightly.

"Shu, how are you?" He asked. Unsure of what else to say. He knew it sounded like a stupid question. How was someone in his position supposed to answer something like that?"

"Yuki, I don't like it here. I want to come home," he muttered into Yukis chest."

Yukis breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked. The sobs he had tried so hard to contain, threatened to expose themselves again. But he couldn't. He couldn't let that happen in front of him. He had to be strong for him.

"Shuichi, you can't come home yet."

Shuichi pulled away and looked into golden pools with wide amethysts.

"W..why not?" He asked, his bottom lip trembling.

"Shu, they're going to help you get better. They're going to take your monsters away."

"They are?"

Yuki winced as emotions wracked his frame. "Yeah."

"Then can I come home?"

"Yes, than you can come home Shuichi."

All of a sudden they were interupted by the door opening. A nurse entered the room with an obvious fake smile plastered on her face. She looked like one of those women who sit behind a desk blowing bubbles through a huge wad of gum, not giving a care in the world. Her hair was left long and flowing down her back, unlike the other nurse whom Yuki saw. Her hair had been pulled tightly into a bun. Her hair bounced as she shot a glance at the two men and then crossed the room toward the table. She grabbed the plate and walked up to the two men, ignoring Yuki.

"Shuichi," she said in a fake gentleness. Her tone was hard and uncaring, and her fakeness was so obvious that it made Yuki sick. Shuichi only burried his face into Yukis chest.

"Shuichi, you have to eat. You have to keep your strength up."

Shuichi shook his head into Yukis chest.

"Shuichi, aren't you hungry? When was the last time you ate?" Shuichi didn't answer.

"Alright you little brat! I don't care if your some big shot singer! Your gonna eat right now because it is my job to make sure you do. I'm not gonna get fired because of your stubborness."

Shuichi turned his head toward her and she pushed the plate toward him.

"No!" He yelled angrily as he smacked the plate out of her hand. Her eyes went wide with shock as the plate smashed at her feet and the food splattered on her ugly white shoes.

"Why you little brat!" She yelled smacking him across the face.

Yuki shoved the boy gently onto the bed and stood up. He grabbed the womans wrist. "Get out! I'll have you fired you stupid bitch!"

"W..wait. I'm sorry. I just..."

"Get out!" Said Yuki angrily, shoving her toward the door.

He watched as tears jumped to her eyes and she scurried toward the door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs, after doing something it wasn't supposed to.

Yuki turned toward the boy who was holding his face, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"Shu, are you ok?" He asked stepping toward him, his arms outstretched to pull him into a hug. The boys eyes only widened and he backed up on the bed away from him. His bangs fell and shadowed his face.

"Uh! Shu, I'm sorry. I didn't know that she was going to hurt you."

Still, Yuki didn't understand why Shuichi refused to eat. Mashed potatoes and chicken lay on the floor. Shuichi had not eaten since the day before yesterday and this tore at Yukis heart violently.

Why wont he eat?

The door opened once again and doctor Nagase stood there with a serious look on his face. "I think you should leave Shuichi alone for a while. He clearly wants to be left alone."

Yuki sighed and reluctantly followed the doctor out the door. The doctor then turned to him. "Our nurse has told us about your little outburst. You hit the poor boy and then took your anger out on one of our best nurses. Any action like that again, and you will no longer be allowed to visit him here again.

"Shut up!" Yuki spat. "It was your nurse that hit him, not me."

"Then, how do you explain the bruises already forming on her wrist?"

"She pissed me off," Yuki replied. "She hit him and I flipped out. It could have been a whole lot worse. Your lucky I'm good with control."

The doctor sighed. "Go home Yuki. Visitation for today is over. Your lucky I'm not going to press any charges."

Yuki turned an angry glare on him. "You'll be lucky if I don't press charges on your whole assylum you asshole. You had better treat him well. If I find that he isn't getting the best treatment I will press charges. It has been made very clear that Shuichi isn't enjoying his stay."

Without waiting for a response, Yuki turned to leave.

Yuki got in his car and sighed.

Maybe I really did over do it. Shit.

All of a sudden a wave of dizziness passed over him. His face began to pour with sweat and fiery heat licked at his ears. Any sounds around him began to sound very far away. The parking lot in front of the car began to spin before slumber consumed him.