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Hmm.think that's about it. ^_^
A little info:
Welcome to Shadowed Willows Mental Institution. Here we are home to over 1000 residents, some with mental disorders, some physical disorders, and sometimes, both. We have had the highest record for mentally ill recoveries in the last decade for the entire United States! [Its too bad we're in Canada, nobody finds the bodies of the 'unsuccessful' recoveries and the fact that people who only have minor problems when they come in, have major and multiple problems when they come out.] Our institution is mainly a place for teenagers because we listen and understand their problems.
Our motto: Come to Shadowed Willows for help, because if we can't help you, you're screwed.
. . .
The story will focus around Malik, Marik (the yami), Ryou, Bakura, Yami and possibly Yugi, and through their eyes you'll find out about the others.
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Pairings: From more important to who the hell gives a rats ass: Marik/Malik x Ryou, Yami x Bakura, Seto x Yugi (kinda), Tristan x Joey.
There are NCS pairings too and possibly Bakura x Ryou pairing making this incest.
Warnings: AU, suffering, mental disorders that will be stated, NCS, yaoi, lemon, lime, incest (Bakura/Ryou). . .that's all for now.
Characters:
Marik/Malik - personalities.
Bakura/Ryou - siblings
Yami/Yugi - siblings
Joey/Serenity - siblings
Seto/Mokuba - siblings
Authors Notes: Any questions, feel free to ask.
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Shadowed Willows ____ Chapter Two
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Case File # 2938471
Subject Name: Bakura, Ryou
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Birth Date: September 2, 1986
Family -
Parents: Father [deceased September 24 1994] Roger, Mother [deceased September 24 1994] Hannah
Siblings: Bakura, Aikanaro [see Case File # 8263402]
Origin: English-Egyptian [Mother was Egyptian]
Disorder: Manic Depressant (Bipolar). Hallucination
Treatment: Group therapy, a sleep sedative drug when subject hallucinates.
Psychiatrist's Notes: Subject has made little progress in the four years he's been here. Very despondent and quiet. Subject has begun to cut again as Case File # 8263402 has been absent. Subject needs something to bring him out of his shell.
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Manic Depression (Bipolar disorder) - This causes the Subject to become excessively involved in multiple projects and activities at the same time. These activities include reading and the Subject has been known to write when he is supervised. It also causes insomnia in some patients; Subject included, and impairs the patient's judgement on simple things.
Hallucination - Subject his known to hallucinate caused by his insomnia. If Subject hallucinates, two sedatives are required.
Subject's parents were killed in a car accident in 1994; Subject was the only surviving member of the crash.
Subject lived with uncle, who is currently in prison for child molestation and child abuse, for three years before being sent to Shadowed Willows Institution as no other family members could be found.
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Ryou Bakura sighed as he watched Yami Motou leave the room with the new kid so they could finish the tour of the place. Closing the book, after having lost interest when he'd first picked it up, he sighed and pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Going some place without your guardian?" Seto asked without looking up from his dueling hand. Whenever Bakura was gone, Yami would always look out for Ryou, with good reason. But the part that nobody mentioned was the fact that it was also so Yami was never alone. . .
"I'm going to my room to wait for Bakura to get out." Ryou replied coldly, hating Seto to the point of which it caused him pain.
"B-be careful R-Ryou." Yugi turned and looked at his friend, smiling softly. Everyone knew what that meant and Ryou nodded before finally leaving the room, glad that someone cared about his wellbeing, though Yugi cared about everyone.
Quietly, he left the game room and slipped down the hall in socked feet. There were no sessions going on today so most of the population of living residents were all in the game room. That and the Super Bowl had started an hour ago and was playing on the 68 inch TV in the same room.
As he passed by the cafeteria he spotted Yami and the new kid - Malik? Marik? - inside. He continued on his way as a slight panicked feeling grabbed hold of his chest. After reaching the last turn he'd have to take he ran the rest of the way to his room. Quickly, he opened the door and entered, closing the door shut behind him.
The room was clean. Ryou kept it that way and it was sometimes a hard job when Bakura was with him. His brother was a slob and didn't care how messy the room was, but Bakura never complained when Ryou would clean it up. He knew that it was something his brother had to do.
Ryou put the book he'd been reading with the seven others he had started and had yet to finish. The pile of books sitting on the desk, each room possessed, was growing again, he noticed. He seemed to read more when Bakura wasn't around, especially at night. Sometimes he'd spend the entire time reading until it was early morning and the breakfast call sounded. It wasn't hard for him, being an insomniac helped a lot. But fear was also an important factor.
Sighing to himself, Ryou entered the small bathroom and looked around it. It had been important that there was nothing sharp within the room, metal bars even protected the mirror. Bakura, who was sixteen and obviously 'changing' hadn't been allowed to keep a razor with him so he could shave. Of course, this had just meant a little more work for Ryou.
He went over to the light switch. To everyone else it looked like a metal slab drilled into the wall. Ryou placed his thumbnail into the straight screw head and turned, the screw coming loose. With that the metal plate slid away from the light switch and Ryou carefully extracted a shard of glass he'd broken off a window that had been replaced in the game room a few months ago.
He knew everyone knew that he was cutting himself, but nobody knew how he was because they'd searched the room numerous times after having found a new design on his body. Even Bakura couldn't figure it out.
Ryou huddled in the corner behind the door. He'd rolled up his sleeve, revealing the freshly created scabs along harsh red lines. His psychiatrist always asked him why he liked to cut himself. Ryou, of course, had never answered him because he knew the man would never understand. Bakura, the one who knew Ryou the best, could hardly understand. How was this doctor, a man he'd known only the last four years and had met only four times a week, supposed to understand?
Ryou didn't do it for the pain. He had enough of that in his life everyday without the cutting. He also didn't do it because he thought he was ugly and didn't deserve something. In fact he knew he was far from ugly. He did practically all of the cutting when Bakura was in The Pen, and not because his brother wouldn't be able to stop him. When he was separated from the only person he really trusted, he felt dead.
Ryou cut himself as a reminder that he was still alive.
The tip of the glass had just been pressed into an unmarred part of his pale skin when the door to the outside room opened. Quickly, he got up and hid the glass in its place. In his hurry to tighten the screw, his nail broke. Cursing mentally, Ryou washed the small amount of blood the puncture wound had made and pulled down the sleeve to his long sleeved elastic shirt. With that he flushed the toilet, waited a few seconds, then left the room.
An attendant stood at the door and smiled as Ryou stepped out. The attendant's name was Mako. He had a last name, but no resident knew it. Mako was the only attendant anyone liked. He'd been talking to the third occupant of the room, a boy a year older than Ryou, with the same coloured hair, but green eyes.
Ryou greeted the boy with a big hug, where he clung to his brother almost like a leech. Bakura didn't mind though, knowing what to expect when he came back from even a short stay in The Pen. Ruffling the boy's hair affectionately, Bakura turned to Mako who had begun to talk again.
"You need to behave this time." Mako warned, "If you're thrown in The Pen again for the next few months, it'll be a longer stay than normal and you know damn well that I can only do so much to protect Ryou." And with that said, Mako left the room, closing the door behind him.
"I missed you." Ryou mumbled as he continued to cling to the warm body. He'd missed the warmth and protected feeling while Bakura had been gone. Ryou felt safer if Bakura was only in the same room and without his presence, it had been a nightmare.
He felt the arms around him tighten in a slight hug before they relaxed again, but didn't leave his body. "I missed you too. Anything happen while I was gone?" Bakura's voice was deep, and most of the time gruff. But it'd automatically soften when Bakura was speaking to Ryou.
"A new kid came in today." Ryou replied, listening to his brother's heartbeat. "Yami's showing him around." He explained.
"Oh? What's his problem?" Bakura wondered as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, making Ryou spread out across the bed as well.
Ryou hesitated, "Their problem." He corrected and Bakura looked confused.
"You said 'a new kid'. Meaning one." Bakura quirked an eyebrow.
Ryou grinned, "One kid with two personalities." He revealed, nuzzling Bakura's neck. He'd been starved for human contact since Bakura had been gone. He loved being held and touched, but only by his brother. He could stand Yami and sometimes Yugi, but it just wasn't the same.
Bakura nodded as he understood. "A Skizo huh? Haven't had one of those here for a while." He muttered as he ran his fingers through Ryou's soft hair. "Do they have names?"
Ryou nodded, "The personality's name is Marik. The other boy is Malik, but he never showed himself."
"Then Marik is probably protecting the boy." Bakura's hand moved from Ryou's hair to his back. He could feel the old scars and fresh scabs through the light material. "Ryou, I wasn't even gone a week." He lifted Ryou's shirt so he could see the designs of old and new crisscrossing patterns that littered the pasty white skin. Knowing the reason Ryou cut himself, the boy had tried to explain before but Bakura still couldn't understand, Bakura only sighed and pulled the shirt back down. "So. . .what's this. . .Marik Malik person look like?"
"I'm not sure where he's from, but it's not here. He's really tanned, but he has blonde hair and it looked natural, he's also got an accent of some kind. . .kinda like what Mom had. He was wearing this fusia belly shirt with a hood and gold chains. His pants were light cargo pants and they were tight. They fit him, you know? And Marik said that he was the personality. Usually the first person is in charge." Ryou sighed. "Never mind, he was just so. . ." Ryou trailed off, not even knowing where he was going with his thoughts. Well, he knew slightly.
"Cute?" Bakura smirked and then chuckled as Ryou blushed lightly. "Is my baby brother finally attracted to someone? Damn it, and here I was betting you were A-Sexual." The sixteen-year old teased lightly, resting his chin on the top of Ryou's head. "Does that mean I won't be getting my nightly visitor?"
"Aikanaro." Ryou mumbled darkly and Bakura knew he was serious by the usage of his entire first name.
"I know." Bakura nodded solemnly, "Did Keith touch you?" He wondered.
"He tried to." Ryou sighed, "The first night you were gone, he came into the room, but I had Yami staying with me then so he couldn't do anything. Then I just went to stay with Yami." The boy yawned.
"Did you actually sleep while I was gone?" Bakura wondered, moving so he could look Ryou in the face. He took in the bloodshot eyes and the dark bags contrasting with the pale face.
Ryou shook his head to answer the question. "I was too scared to sleep, so I read when I was alone."
Bakura glanced at the dresser at the pile of books. Being bipolar, Ryou always got himself involved in multiple projects. He had once been reading twenty-seven books at the same time and Bakura knew for a fact that he'd never finished one of them. "Seto didn't give you a problem?"
"No." Ryou yawned again as he rested his head against Bakura's shoulder. He felt safe with his brother and he'd learned only to let his guard down when he knew he was safe, and with Bakura he was. Now that his defenses were weakened, his body was beginning to remind him of what he needed, the most important thing being sleep. "He acts mean and all, but he's actually very nice. He really seems to care for-" He yawned, "Yugi."
Bakura snorted, "Even I like Yugi." He muttered then gently kissed Ryou's forehead. "Go to sleep. I won't leave." He promised and Ryou nodded, too exhausted to say another word.
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TBC?
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Hmm. . .well I'd like to point out that I know Mako's last name, it's Tsunami! But the characters don't because sometimes, that can be dangerous. Oh and Aikanaro means 'Hell Fire'.
Hmm.think that's about it. ^_^
A little info:
Welcome to Shadowed Willows Mental Institution. Here we are home to over 1000 residents, some with mental disorders, some physical disorders, and sometimes, both. We have had the highest record for mentally ill recoveries in the last decade for the entire United States! [Its too bad we're in Canada, nobody finds the bodies of the 'unsuccessful' recoveries and the fact that people who only have minor problems when they come in, have major and multiple problems when they come out.] Our institution is mainly a place for teenagers because we listen and understand their problems.
Our motto: Come to Shadowed Willows for help, because if we can't help you, you're screwed.
. . .
The story will focus around Malik, Marik (the yami), Ryou, Bakura, Yami and possibly Yugi, and through their eyes you'll find out about the others.
- - -
Pairings: From more important to who the hell gives a rats ass: Marik/Malik x Ryou, Yami x Bakura, Seto x Yugi (kinda), Tristan x Joey.
There are NCS pairings too and possibly Bakura x Ryou pairing making this incest.
Warnings: AU, suffering, mental disorders that will be stated, NCS, yaoi, lemon, lime, incest (Bakura/Ryou). . .that's all for now.
Characters:
Marik/Malik - personalities.
Bakura/Ryou - siblings
Yami/Yugi - siblings
Joey/Serenity - siblings
Seto/Mokuba - siblings
Authors Notes: Any questions, feel free to ask.
*italics*
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Shadowed Willows ____ Chapter Two
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Case File # 2938471
Subject Name: Bakura, Ryou
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Birth Date: September 2, 1986
Family -
Parents: Father [deceased September 24 1994] Roger, Mother [deceased September 24 1994] Hannah
Siblings: Bakura, Aikanaro [see Case File # 8263402]
Origin: English-Egyptian [Mother was Egyptian]
Disorder: Manic Depressant (Bipolar). Hallucination
Treatment: Group therapy, a sleep sedative drug when subject hallucinates.
Psychiatrist's Notes: Subject has made little progress in the four years he's been here. Very despondent and quiet. Subject has begun to cut again as Case File # 8263402 has been absent. Subject needs something to bring him out of his shell.
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Manic Depression (Bipolar disorder) - This causes the Subject to become excessively involved in multiple projects and activities at the same time. These activities include reading and the Subject has been known to write when he is supervised. It also causes insomnia in some patients; Subject included, and impairs the patient's judgement on simple things.
Hallucination - Subject his known to hallucinate caused by his insomnia. If Subject hallucinates, two sedatives are required.
Subject's parents were killed in a car accident in 1994; Subject was the only surviving member of the crash.
Subject lived with uncle, who is currently in prison for child molestation and child abuse, for three years before being sent to Shadowed Willows Institution as no other family members could be found.
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Ryou Bakura sighed as he watched Yami Motou leave the room with the new kid so they could finish the tour of the place. Closing the book, after having lost interest when he'd first picked it up, he sighed and pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Going some place without your guardian?" Seto asked without looking up from his dueling hand. Whenever Bakura was gone, Yami would always look out for Ryou, with good reason. But the part that nobody mentioned was the fact that it was also so Yami was never alone. . .
"I'm going to my room to wait for Bakura to get out." Ryou replied coldly, hating Seto to the point of which it caused him pain.
"B-be careful R-Ryou." Yugi turned and looked at his friend, smiling softly. Everyone knew what that meant and Ryou nodded before finally leaving the room, glad that someone cared about his wellbeing, though Yugi cared about everyone.
Quietly, he left the game room and slipped down the hall in socked feet. There were no sessions going on today so most of the population of living residents were all in the game room. That and the Super Bowl had started an hour ago and was playing on the 68 inch TV in the same room.
As he passed by the cafeteria he spotted Yami and the new kid - Malik? Marik? - inside. He continued on his way as a slight panicked feeling grabbed hold of his chest. After reaching the last turn he'd have to take he ran the rest of the way to his room. Quickly, he opened the door and entered, closing the door shut behind him.
The room was clean. Ryou kept it that way and it was sometimes a hard job when Bakura was with him. His brother was a slob and didn't care how messy the room was, but Bakura never complained when Ryou would clean it up. He knew that it was something his brother had to do.
Ryou put the book he'd been reading with the seven others he had started and had yet to finish. The pile of books sitting on the desk, each room possessed, was growing again, he noticed. He seemed to read more when Bakura wasn't around, especially at night. Sometimes he'd spend the entire time reading until it was early morning and the breakfast call sounded. It wasn't hard for him, being an insomniac helped a lot. But fear was also an important factor.
Sighing to himself, Ryou entered the small bathroom and looked around it. It had been important that there was nothing sharp within the room, metal bars even protected the mirror. Bakura, who was sixteen and obviously 'changing' hadn't been allowed to keep a razor with him so he could shave. Of course, this had just meant a little more work for Ryou.
He went over to the light switch. To everyone else it looked like a metal slab drilled into the wall. Ryou placed his thumbnail into the straight screw head and turned, the screw coming loose. With that the metal plate slid away from the light switch and Ryou carefully extracted a shard of glass he'd broken off a window that had been replaced in the game room a few months ago.
He knew everyone knew that he was cutting himself, but nobody knew how he was because they'd searched the room numerous times after having found a new design on his body. Even Bakura couldn't figure it out.
Ryou huddled in the corner behind the door. He'd rolled up his sleeve, revealing the freshly created scabs along harsh red lines. His psychiatrist always asked him why he liked to cut himself. Ryou, of course, had never answered him because he knew the man would never understand. Bakura, the one who knew Ryou the best, could hardly understand. How was this doctor, a man he'd known only the last four years and had met only four times a week, supposed to understand?
Ryou didn't do it for the pain. He had enough of that in his life everyday without the cutting. He also didn't do it because he thought he was ugly and didn't deserve something. In fact he knew he was far from ugly. He did practically all of the cutting when Bakura was in The Pen, and not because his brother wouldn't be able to stop him. When he was separated from the only person he really trusted, he felt dead.
Ryou cut himself as a reminder that he was still alive.
The tip of the glass had just been pressed into an unmarred part of his pale skin when the door to the outside room opened. Quickly, he got up and hid the glass in its place. In his hurry to tighten the screw, his nail broke. Cursing mentally, Ryou washed the small amount of blood the puncture wound had made and pulled down the sleeve to his long sleeved elastic shirt. With that he flushed the toilet, waited a few seconds, then left the room.
An attendant stood at the door and smiled as Ryou stepped out. The attendant's name was Mako. He had a last name, but no resident knew it. Mako was the only attendant anyone liked. He'd been talking to the third occupant of the room, a boy a year older than Ryou, with the same coloured hair, but green eyes.
Ryou greeted the boy with a big hug, where he clung to his brother almost like a leech. Bakura didn't mind though, knowing what to expect when he came back from even a short stay in The Pen. Ruffling the boy's hair affectionately, Bakura turned to Mako who had begun to talk again.
"You need to behave this time." Mako warned, "If you're thrown in The Pen again for the next few months, it'll be a longer stay than normal and you know damn well that I can only do so much to protect Ryou." And with that said, Mako left the room, closing the door behind him.
"I missed you." Ryou mumbled as he continued to cling to the warm body. He'd missed the warmth and protected feeling while Bakura had been gone. Ryou felt safer if Bakura was only in the same room and without his presence, it had been a nightmare.
He felt the arms around him tighten in a slight hug before they relaxed again, but didn't leave his body. "I missed you too. Anything happen while I was gone?" Bakura's voice was deep, and most of the time gruff. But it'd automatically soften when Bakura was speaking to Ryou.
"A new kid came in today." Ryou replied, listening to his brother's heartbeat. "Yami's showing him around." He explained.
"Oh? What's his problem?" Bakura wondered as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, making Ryou spread out across the bed as well.
Ryou hesitated, "Their problem." He corrected and Bakura looked confused.
"You said 'a new kid'. Meaning one." Bakura quirked an eyebrow.
Ryou grinned, "One kid with two personalities." He revealed, nuzzling Bakura's neck. He'd been starved for human contact since Bakura had been gone. He loved being held and touched, but only by his brother. He could stand Yami and sometimes Yugi, but it just wasn't the same.
Bakura nodded as he understood. "A Skizo huh? Haven't had one of those here for a while." He muttered as he ran his fingers through Ryou's soft hair. "Do they have names?"
Ryou nodded, "The personality's name is Marik. The other boy is Malik, but he never showed himself."
"Then Marik is probably protecting the boy." Bakura's hand moved from Ryou's hair to his back. He could feel the old scars and fresh scabs through the light material. "Ryou, I wasn't even gone a week." He lifted Ryou's shirt so he could see the designs of old and new crisscrossing patterns that littered the pasty white skin. Knowing the reason Ryou cut himself, the boy had tried to explain before but Bakura still couldn't understand, Bakura only sighed and pulled the shirt back down. "So. . .what's this. . .Marik Malik person look like?"
"I'm not sure where he's from, but it's not here. He's really tanned, but he has blonde hair and it looked natural, he's also got an accent of some kind. . .kinda like what Mom had. He was wearing this fusia belly shirt with a hood and gold chains. His pants were light cargo pants and they were tight. They fit him, you know? And Marik said that he was the personality. Usually the first person is in charge." Ryou sighed. "Never mind, he was just so. . ." Ryou trailed off, not even knowing where he was going with his thoughts. Well, he knew slightly.
"Cute?" Bakura smirked and then chuckled as Ryou blushed lightly. "Is my baby brother finally attracted to someone? Damn it, and here I was betting you were A-Sexual." The sixteen-year old teased lightly, resting his chin on the top of Ryou's head. "Does that mean I won't be getting my nightly visitor?"
"Aikanaro." Ryou mumbled darkly and Bakura knew he was serious by the usage of his entire first name.
"I know." Bakura nodded solemnly, "Did Keith touch you?" He wondered.
"He tried to." Ryou sighed, "The first night you were gone, he came into the room, but I had Yami staying with me then so he couldn't do anything. Then I just went to stay with Yami." The boy yawned.
"Did you actually sleep while I was gone?" Bakura wondered, moving so he could look Ryou in the face. He took in the bloodshot eyes and the dark bags contrasting with the pale face.
Ryou shook his head to answer the question. "I was too scared to sleep, so I read when I was alone."
Bakura glanced at the dresser at the pile of books. Being bipolar, Ryou always got himself involved in multiple projects. He had once been reading twenty-seven books at the same time and Bakura knew for a fact that he'd never finished one of them. "Seto didn't give you a problem?"
"No." Ryou yawned again as he rested his head against Bakura's shoulder. He felt safe with his brother and he'd learned only to let his guard down when he knew he was safe, and with Bakura he was. Now that his defenses were weakened, his body was beginning to remind him of what he needed, the most important thing being sleep. "He acts mean and all, but he's actually very nice. He really seems to care for-" He yawned, "Yugi."
Bakura snorted, "Even I like Yugi." He muttered then gently kissed Ryou's forehead. "Go to sleep. I won't leave." He promised and Ryou nodded, too exhausted to say another word.
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TBC?
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Hmm. . .well I'd like to point out that I know Mako's last name, it's Tsunami! But the characters don't because sometimes, that can be dangerous. Oh and Aikanaro means 'Hell Fire'.