Author- Okie…. I've been really skimpy on these chapters, ne? x.x; I'm
going to work on that as I go along. Hopefully they'll get longer.
To Tori Sanaka: I had absolutely NO idea that was what schizophrenia was! Eek. Well… it's too late to go back and change it, so I'll just refer to it as MPD from now on ^^;;; Arigato(tanks)!
-chapter two-
"Trowa Barton?" Dorothy called, and the boy in the chair stood up. She turned to the guard, frowning.
"Have you been briefed of his situation?" The guard nodded. "Good. Tell me about it."
The guard shot her a questioning look, but proceeded to answer dutifully. "He was brought here by his stepsister, Catherine Bloom. Apparently, he set the ringmaster of their circus on fire."
Dorothy looked surprised. "Why?"
"From what I heard, he was trying to tell people their fortunes when the ringmaster started yelling at him. When he turned his back, this guy set him on fire. He almost died." Dorothy nodded, lost in her own thoughts.
She glanced at the boy in question, who was standing stiffly and staring straight ahead. He didn't look dangerous, but they never did. His hair was styled oddly, with a bang of hair hanging over his one eye, seemingly defying gravity. She dismissed the guard, who walked away faster than usual, and stepped in front of Trowa. An emerald green eye swiveled down to look at her.
"Hello, Trowa Barton."
"Hello." He spoke in a clear monotone, nothing like the normal pyromaniacs. Not that pyromaniacs were normal, of course. Dorothy turned to walk down the hallway, looking back once to see if Trowa was following, which he was. They walked in silence for most of the way, until Dorothy briefed him on the rules of Scraeview. As they turned into the corridor that he was to reside in, Dorothy remembered vital information that Trowa would need to know.
"Trowa," she spoke slowly, waiting until he was looking at her before she continued. "You will be sharing a room with a pathological liar. Do you know what that is?"
Trowa nodded. "It's a person who lies all the time."
Dorothy smiled lightly. "Yeah, something like that. Your roommate is a pathological liar, and is totally aware of his condition. Not everything he says is a lie, but once in awhile he'll say something that's completely wrong, and believe it to be true. Sometimes he gets frustrated with people. If your roommate gets mad, I want you to leave the room as soon as possible."
"And go where?"
"Anywhere. He might get violent with you if you stick around."
"DOROTHY!" Duo shot out of his room and charged at the pair. He glomped the blonde orderly, and was promptly apprehended by guards monitoring the hallway. Dorothy's eyebrows shot up.
"What's up, Duo?"
Duo didn't speak, glancing back down the hallway. Dorothy followed his gaze and found Quatre, who looked very upset.
"Quatre?" Dorothy called, eyes narrowed. Duo was nervous, and Duo never got nervous. The blonde Arabian patient stared at her, then glared at Duo, who was trying to position the guards between himself and Quatre.
"Where is it?" Quatre growled. Duo frowned.
"It's under your bed, like I already told you!"
Quatre snarled and disappeared back into his room, re-emerging moments later with his pillow in his arms and an eerily passive look on his face. Duo eyed him warily, but eventually was released by the guards and edged over to Dorothy.
"What the hell happened?" Dorothy shot a look at Duo, who stared at her blankly.
"He got mad, that's all." Dorothy reached up to touch a bruise forming under Duo's eye, but he backed away from her and walked quickly back into his room. Quatre followed suit, leaving the door open behind him. Dorothy mentally noted to return and get the real story, but remembered that she had to get Trowa to his room. She thanked the guards, and looked back to the tall European. The brunette was patiently waiting where she'd last seen him, watching her calmly.
"Come on," she called, and they walked past room 387, Duo and Quatre's room, on their way to room 403.
"Who was that?" Trowa asked as they continued walking.
"The one with the long braid was Duo, you might get visits from him once in awhile. He and your roommate are best friends. The other was Quatre. He has multiple personalities, and is also new here."
"I meant the monkey." Dorothy stopped and looked at him.
"The monkey? What monkey?"
Trowa stared back at her. "The monkey with the… nevermind. What if my roommate gets mad at night? You said we weren't allowed out after curfew."
"…Um, okay. Well, your room is one of the few that are monitored. If there's trouble, just walk to the door. If the watchers are doing their jobs properly, the door should come ajar. He's usually pretty friendly though, nothing like when he first came here. Oh," Dorothy paused, hand reaching for the knob of room 403. "If he mentions somebody by the name Relena, leave. Just trust me on that one." She pushed the door open, walking in and glancing around.
"Dorothy." The voice sounded from the corner to the right of the door, and upon looking, Dorothy saw her young charge.
"Heero." The blue-eyed boy stood slowly, looking at Trowa.
"He can't stay here."
"Yes, he can. Heero, you're not dangerous. You're going to share your room with Trowa and you two are going to get along great. Do you understand me, Heero?"
Heero's upper lip curled slightly, but he stuck his hand out to Trowa, who returned a firm handshake. Heero's expression transformed from a partial snarl to a grin.
"Good. A good grip. Maybe you won't have to die after all."
Trowa's eyes widened minutely, but he didn't react otherwise.
"Heero," Dorothy scolded. "Don't threaten your new roommate."
"You didn't say that when I threatened Duo."
"Yes, I did. Even if I hadn't, Duo knows that you wouldn't hurt him. Trowa's new. Be nice to him, Heero. I'm not kidding."
"Ryoukai."
"Very funny." Dorothy rolled her eyes at the Prussian-eyed teen, and turned back to Trowa. "Your bed is on the left side of the room, Trowa. Heero will…" She glanced at Heero, who was smiling at her. She bit her lip, then smirked. "Breakfast is from 8:00AM to 10:00AM. Lunch is served from 12:00PM to 2:00PM, and supper is from 5:00PM to 8:00PM. Curfew is at 9:00PM, and lockdown is at 9:30PM. Can you remember that, Trowa?"
The boy in question nodded, placing his pillow on the designated bed.
"Good," she continued. "Every day, residents are allowed to go to the activity room. You can paint, draw, lounge," she added, glancing sideways at Heero. Heero just shrugged and sat on his bed, smirking. "Or something. Only certain residents can do certain activities."
"What she means," Heero cut in. "Is that if you're here because you stabbed someone to death, you can't play with scissors. Ne, Dore?"
Dorothy's eyes sparkled, amused. "Yeah, something like that." She glanced at her watch. "Shit, I'm late. Trowa, I'll see you later. You too, Heero." She nodded politely and exited the room.
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"HEEEEEEERO!" Duo flew into a seat beside his best friend and started picking food off his tray. Heero did not have a plate, and opted to load food onto his tray instead. They had a small cafeteria in their institution, and could only imagine how much the lunch ladies were paid to feed them.
"Baka! Get your own!" Heero growled, batting Duo's hands away. Duo pouted.
"But Heero! That's… so far!"
"Then starve."
"HIDOI!" Duo cried before standing abruptly and marching away to get his food. Heero smirked and continued eating the day's special – French fries. The food at Scraeview was supplied and paid for by OZ, the corporation funding the institution, and the reason Heero was in the asylum in the first place.
Heero nodded to Trowa, who'd sat down in front of him with a tray of his own. Glancing between his own full tray and Trowa's scarcely filled one, he frowned.
"You know, Barton, the food here isn't that bad." Trowa looked at him blankly, acknowledging him, but said nothing. He picked up on of his French Fries and nibbled at it. Heero, who was unsettled by the neatness and order of his companion's eating, averted his gaze. He saw a confused looking blonde boy, and watched as Duo grabbed his elbow and dragged him to their table.
"Ne, Heero, this is Quatre," Duo introduced the blonde, settling next to Heero with a replica of Heero's, a tray that served as a plate and was also covered in food. Heero nodded to the boy as he sat next to Trowa, and Quatre smiled politely.
"That's Trowa," Heero pointed to the brunette, who was still nibbling at the same French fry. Duo mumbled a hello, stared at Trowa and the French fry for a few seconds,, then shook his head and began shoving food into his mouth. Heero, whose tray was now only a quarter full, started picking at Duo's tray and got an elbow in the ribs for his actions.
"Why is everyone wearing a different color of jumpsuit?" Quatre asked quietly, looking around the room at the array of colors. Heero grinned, which happened to freak Quatre out.
"They signify how crazy you are. The ones that will eat you without a second thought wear yellow, and they tone down from there." He gestured to the identical pale blue jumpsuits that he and Duo were wearing. "We're crazy enough that we hurt people, but we don't eat people. Not like…"
Duo snorted. "Idiot, stop lying to the guy." Duo smiled apologetically at Quatre, who looked utterly confused. "Oddly enough, Heero's explanation is close to the truth, except for how the colors are distributed. You two are going to have to wear the same colors as us, but because Dore's our orderly. She wears a uniform that's the same color as our suits. See Hilde over there?"
Duo lifted his plastic fork and pointed it to the left of their table. Trowa and Quatre turned and saw a small, short-haired girl wearing a red uniform. She was trying to confiscate a plastic fork from one of her charges.
"HILDE!" Duo hollered, and watched in amusement as people around the orderly started screaming. The dark haired girl glared at him and proceeded to try and calm down her charges. Duo snickered and glanced at their new companions. "Hilde's charges are… unstable. They hold their own most of the time, but usually don't deal with shouting all that well."
Quatre nodded, taking a bite out of his sandwich. A loud wail startled him, and his sandwich fell on the table with a soft thud, and the four boys turned to look at the entrance of the cafeteria, Duo stuffing crackers into his mouth while Heero snuck bits of lettuce from his tray.
Quatre's eyes widened as a Chinese boy with rich black hair that brushed his shoulders. His pale skin contrasted with his dark hair, while his bright orange jumpsuit seemed to glow. He heard Duo snicker as the boy pushed away an orderly, scanning the room. He looked directly at their table and… smiled. He began walking towards them, ignoring the stares and whimpers of those around him.
Duo spun in his chair, shooting a grin to Quatre and Trowa. "And now, my friends, you will meet Wufei."
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Author: LMAO @ Fei screaming for no apparent reason. I don't know, I can just see him doing that. Woot!
To Tori Sanaka: I had absolutely NO idea that was what schizophrenia was! Eek. Well… it's too late to go back and change it, so I'll just refer to it as MPD from now on ^^;;; Arigato(tanks)!
-chapter two-
"Trowa Barton?" Dorothy called, and the boy in the chair stood up. She turned to the guard, frowning.
"Have you been briefed of his situation?" The guard nodded. "Good. Tell me about it."
The guard shot her a questioning look, but proceeded to answer dutifully. "He was brought here by his stepsister, Catherine Bloom. Apparently, he set the ringmaster of their circus on fire."
Dorothy looked surprised. "Why?"
"From what I heard, he was trying to tell people their fortunes when the ringmaster started yelling at him. When he turned his back, this guy set him on fire. He almost died." Dorothy nodded, lost in her own thoughts.
She glanced at the boy in question, who was standing stiffly and staring straight ahead. He didn't look dangerous, but they never did. His hair was styled oddly, with a bang of hair hanging over his one eye, seemingly defying gravity. She dismissed the guard, who walked away faster than usual, and stepped in front of Trowa. An emerald green eye swiveled down to look at her.
"Hello, Trowa Barton."
"Hello." He spoke in a clear monotone, nothing like the normal pyromaniacs. Not that pyromaniacs were normal, of course. Dorothy turned to walk down the hallway, looking back once to see if Trowa was following, which he was. They walked in silence for most of the way, until Dorothy briefed him on the rules of Scraeview. As they turned into the corridor that he was to reside in, Dorothy remembered vital information that Trowa would need to know.
"Trowa," she spoke slowly, waiting until he was looking at her before she continued. "You will be sharing a room with a pathological liar. Do you know what that is?"
Trowa nodded. "It's a person who lies all the time."
Dorothy smiled lightly. "Yeah, something like that. Your roommate is a pathological liar, and is totally aware of his condition. Not everything he says is a lie, but once in awhile he'll say something that's completely wrong, and believe it to be true. Sometimes he gets frustrated with people. If your roommate gets mad, I want you to leave the room as soon as possible."
"And go where?"
"Anywhere. He might get violent with you if you stick around."
"DOROTHY!" Duo shot out of his room and charged at the pair. He glomped the blonde orderly, and was promptly apprehended by guards monitoring the hallway. Dorothy's eyebrows shot up.
"What's up, Duo?"
Duo didn't speak, glancing back down the hallway. Dorothy followed his gaze and found Quatre, who looked very upset.
"Quatre?" Dorothy called, eyes narrowed. Duo was nervous, and Duo never got nervous. The blonde Arabian patient stared at her, then glared at Duo, who was trying to position the guards between himself and Quatre.
"Where is it?" Quatre growled. Duo frowned.
"It's under your bed, like I already told you!"
Quatre snarled and disappeared back into his room, re-emerging moments later with his pillow in his arms and an eerily passive look on his face. Duo eyed him warily, but eventually was released by the guards and edged over to Dorothy.
"What the hell happened?" Dorothy shot a look at Duo, who stared at her blankly.
"He got mad, that's all." Dorothy reached up to touch a bruise forming under Duo's eye, but he backed away from her and walked quickly back into his room. Quatre followed suit, leaving the door open behind him. Dorothy mentally noted to return and get the real story, but remembered that she had to get Trowa to his room. She thanked the guards, and looked back to the tall European. The brunette was patiently waiting where she'd last seen him, watching her calmly.
"Come on," she called, and they walked past room 387, Duo and Quatre's room, on their way to room 403.
"Who was that?" Trowa asked as they continued walking.
"The one with the long braid was Duo, you might get visits from him once in awhile. He and your roommate are best friends. The other was Quatre. He has multiple personalities, and is also new here."
"I meant the monkey." Dorothy stopped and looked at him.
"The monkey? What monkey?"
Trowa stared back at her. "The monkey with the… nevermind. What if my roommate gets mad at night? You said we weren't allowed out after curfew."
"…Um, okay. Well, your room is one of the few that are monitored. If there's trouble, just walk to the door. If the watchers are doing their jobs properly, the door should come ajar. He's usually pretty friendly though, nothing like when he first came here. Oh," Dorothy paused, hand reaching for the knob of room 403. "If he mentions somebody by the name Relena, leave. Just trust me on that one." She pushed the door open, walking in and glancing around.
"Dorothy." The voice sounded from the corner to the right of the door, and upon looking, Dorothy saw her young charge.
"Heero." The blue-eyed boy stood slowly, looking at Trowa.
"He can't stay here."
"Yes, he can. Heero, you're not dangerous. You're going to share your room with Trowa and you two are going to get along great. Do you understand me, Heero?"
Heero's upper lip curled slightly, but he stuck his hand out to Trowa, who returned a firm handshake. Heero's expression transformed from a partial snarl to a grin.
"Good. A good grip. Maybe you won't have to die after all."
Trowa's eyes widened minutely, but he didn't react otherwise.
"Heero," Dorothy scolded. "Don't threaten your new roommate."
"You didn't say that when I threatened Duo."
"Yes, I did. Even if I hadn't, Duo knows that you wouldn't hurt him. Trowa's new. Be nice to him, Heero. I'm not kidding."
"Ryoukai."
"Very funny." Dorothy rolled her eyes at the Prussian-eyed teen, and turned back to Trowa. "Your bed is on the left side of the room, Trowa. Heero will…" She glanced at Heero, who was smiling at her. She bit her lip, then smirked. "Breakfast is from 8:00AM to 10:00AM. Lunch is served from 12:00PM to 2:00PM, and supper is from 5:00PM to 8:00PM. Curfew is at 9:00PM, and lockdown is at 9:30PM. Can you remember that, Trowa?"
The boy in question nodded, placing his pillow on the designated bed.
"Good," she continued. "Every day, residents are allowed to go to the activity room. You can paint, draw, lounge," she added, glancing sideways at Heero. Heero just shrugged and sat on his bed, smirking. "Or something. Only certain residents can do certain activities."
"What she means," Heero cut in. "Is that if you're here because you stabbed someone to death, you can't play with scissors. Ne, Dore?"
Dorothy's eyes sparkled, amused. "Yeah, something like that." She glanced at her watch. "Shit, I'm late. Trowa, I'll see you later. You too, Heero." She nodded politely and exited the room.
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"HEEEEEEERO!" Duo flew into a seat beside his best friend and started picking food off his tray. Heero did not have a plate, and opted to load food onto his tray instead. They had a small cafeteria in their institution, and could only imagine how much the lunch ladies were paid to feed them.
"Baka! Get your own!" Heero growled, batting Duo's hands away. Duo pouted.
"But Heero! That's… so far!"
"Then starve."
"HIDOI!" Duo cried before standing abruptly and marching away to get his food. Heero smirked and continued eating the day's special – French fries. The food at Scraeview was supplied and paid for by OZ, the corporation funding the institution, and the reason Heero was in the asylum in the first place.
Heero nodded to Trowa, who'd sat down in front of him with a tray of his own. Glancing between his own full tray and Trowa's scarcely filled one, he frowned.
"You know, Barton, the food here isn't that bad." Trowa looked at him blankly, acknowledging him, but said nothing. He picked up on of his French Fries and nibbled at it. Heero, who was unsettled by the neatness and order of his companion's eating, averted his gaze. He saw a confused looking blonde boy, and watched as Duo grabbed his elbow and dragged him to their table.
"Ne, Heero, this is Quatre," Duo introduced the blonde, settling next to Heero with a replica of Heero's, a tray that served as a plate and was also covered in food. Heero nodded to the boy as he sat next to Trowa, and Quatre smiled politely.
"That's Trowa," Heero pointed to the brunette, who was still nibbling at the same French fry. Duo mumbled a hello, stared at Trowa and the French fry for a few seconds,, then shook his head and began shoving food into his mouth. Heero, whose tray was now only a quarter full, started picking at Duo's tray and got an elbow in the ribs for his actions.
"Why is everyone wearing a different color of jumpsuit?" Quatre asked quietly, looking around the room at the array of colors. Heero grinned, which happened to freak Quatre out.
"They signify how crazy you are. The ones that will eat you without a second thought wear yellow, and they tone down from there." He gestured to the identical pale blue jumpsuits that he and Duo were wearing. "We're crazy enough that we hurt people, but we don't eat people. Not like…"
Duo snorted. "Idiot, stop lying to the guy." Duo smiled apologetically at Quatre, who looked utterly confused. "Oddly enough, Heero's explanation is close to the truth, except for how the colors are distributed. You two are going to have to wear the same colors as us, but because Dore's our orderly. She wears a uniform that's the same color as our suits. See Hilde over there?"
Duo lifted his plastic fork and pointed it to the left of their table. Trowa and Quatre turned and saw a small, short-haired girl wearing a red uniform. She was trying to confiscate a plastic fork from one of her charges.
"HILDE!" Duo hollered, and watched in amusement as people around the orderly started screaming. The dark haired girl glared at him and proceeded to try and calm down her charges. Duo snickered and glanced at their new companions. "Hilde's charges are… unstable. They hold their own most of the time, but usually don't deal with shouting all that well."
Quatre nodded, taking a bite out of his sandwich. A loud wail startled him, and his sandwich fell on the table with a soft thud, and the four boys turned to look at the entrance of the cafeteria, Duo stuffing crackers into his mouth while Heero snuck bits of lettuce from his tray.
Quatre's eyes widened as a Chinese boy with rich black hair that brushed his shoulders. His pale skin contrasted with his dark hair, while his bright orange jumpsuit seemed to glow. He heard Duo snicker as the boy pushed away an orderly, scanning the room. He looked directly at their table and… smiled. He began walking towards them, ignoring the stares and whimpers of those around him.
Duo spun in his chair, shooting a grin to Quatre and Trowa. "And now, my friends, you will meet Wufei."
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Author: LMAO @ Fei screaming for no apparent reason. I don't know, I can just see him doing that. Woot!