Mental Institution
Chapter Two
_*_*_*_*_*_*_ He walked slowly through the dim lit hallways. The curtains had shielded the inside from view of the hot, blaring sun, leaving no gap for neither light nor wind to pass through. It was a dreary atmosphere. The cries of the mental were gone, silenced. Their body clocks were damaged in every possible way. Night or day was of no difference to them. It was all the same. They lived in a world of black and white, where everything was unreal.
He stopped outside the door labelled 'Office 203'. Light flitted through the gap under the door. Curious really. When was the light ever on when he was gone from the room? Never, unless of course there was a visitor. And who would want to visit him? Cold, unfeeling, unresponsive. No use paying him a visit. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, allowing the unnatural light to pass into the hallways before thinning and disappearing behind the closing door.
"Xiao Lang. You never did come to visit me these past 2 years. You never did give a phone call, or a letter. You worried me son. What could I do, but to come here and visit you?"
He stared into her eyes, his gaze penetrating her barriers, forcing her to look away. She sat there, with her head turned, avoiding his stare. A woman, white skinned, black haired. Beautiful, yet... Aloof from most of the world? Yes.
"Mother. You are well?" He nodded stiffly at her, then crossed the room to sit in his chair.
"Of course."
"And you are here because?" He didn't look twice at her, fetching a file from the drawer before viewing its contents.
"Xiao Lang, have you not learnt manners? I would have thought that the elders, or myself had taught you better. Did our knowledge passed down to you seep back out like liquid through a hole?"
He said nothing, only pointedly ignoring her.
"Xiao Lang, you are of age. 23 is not young. You will need a wife soon. You will need to return to Hong Kong to take your position as head of the Li Clan. No exceptions will be made for you. The elders have had enough. You will have almost a year till you return home. Prepare yourself. Find a woman. You can not run any longer Xiao Lang. Life has caught up with you; you will not be able to escape its grasps any longer. Be reader. Further notice will be sent, as to when the exact date for your leaving will be."
She stood up and kissed his cheek, before leaving the room, the door closing with a soft click.
He wouldn't be able to escape this time. Not ever...
_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Syaoran wandered through the busy streets of Japan. Lunch was eaten, with 25 minutes to spare. He eyed the items through shop windows. Mostly filled with red, being the happy and joyous Valentines Day that it was.
He passed a popular flower boutique. He would be meeting his next patient this afternoon. Valentines Day. Flowers. According to the world, flowers would brighten ones day. They could possibly give entrance into a crazed mind.
He entered the brightly lit shop, with its beautiful fresh fragrance. Examining each and every flower, he crossed from aisle to aisle. Roses, carnations, lilies, peonies, cherry blossoms...
He picked up one of each kind in the entire boutique. Flowers weren't exactly one of his strong areas. According to some humans, flowers had a meaning to them.
He purchased the flowers, asking the shop assistant to wrap it up with cellophane and ribbon.
And hopefully, it will be part of the key in opening the doors to her mind.
Chapter Two
_*_*_*_*_*_*_ He walked slowly through the dim lit hallways. The curtains had shielded the inside from view of the hot, blaring sun, leaving no gap for neither light nor wind to pass through. It was a dreary atmosphere. The cries of the mental were gone, silenced. Their body clocks were damaged in every possible way. Night or day was of no difference to them. It was all the same. They lived in a world of black and white, where everything was unreal.
He stopped outside the door labelled 'Office 203'. Light flitted through the gap under the door. Curious really. When was the light ever on when he was gone from the room? Never, unless of course there was a visitor. And who would want to visit him? Cold, unfeeling, unresponsive. No use paying him a visit. He turned the knob and pushed the door open, allowing the unnatural light to pass into the hallways before thinning and disappearing behind the closing door.
"Xiao Lang. You never did come to visit me these past 2 years. You never did give a phone call, or a letter. You worried me son. What could I do, but to come here and visit you?"
He stared into her eyes, his gaze penetrating her barriers, forcing her to look away. She sat there, with her head turned, avoiding his stare. A woman, white skinned, black haired. Beautiful, yet... Aloof from most of the world? Yes.
"Mother. You are well?" He nodded stiffly at her, then crossed the room to sit in his chair.
"Of course."
"And you are here because?" He didn't look twice at her, fetching a file from the drawer before viewing its contents.
"Xiao Lang, have you not learnt manners? I would have thought that the elders, or myself had taught you better. Did our knowledge passed down to you seep back out like liquid through a hole?"
He said nothing, only pointedly ignoring her.
"Xiao Lang, you are of age. 23 is not young. You will need a wife soon. You will need to return to Hong Kong to take your position as head of the Li Clan. No exceptions will be made for you. The elders have had enough. You will have almost a year till you return home. Prepare yourself. Find a woman. You can not run any longer Xiao Lang. Life has caught up with you; you will not be able to escape its grasps any longer. Be reader. Further notice will be sent, as to when the exact date for your leaving will be."
She stood up and kissed his cheek, before leaving the room, the door closing with a soft click.
He wouldn't be able to escape this time. Not ever...
_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Syaoran wandered through the busy streets of Japan. Lunch was eaten, with 25 minutes to spare. He eyed the items through shop windows. Mostly filled with red, being the happy and joyous Valentines Day that it was.
He passed a popular flower boutique. He would be meeting his next patient this afternoon. Valentines Day. Flowers. According to the world, flowers would brighten ones day. They could possibly give entrance into a crazed mind.
He entered the brightly lit shop, with its beautiful fresh fragrance. Examining each and every flower, he crossed from aisle to aisle. Roses, carnations, lilies, peonies, cherry blossoms...
He picked up one of each kind in the entire boutique. Flowers weren't exactly one of his strong areas. According to some humans, flowers had a meaning to them.
He purchased the flowers, asking the shop assistant to wrap it up with cellophane and ribbon.
And hopefully, it will be part of the key in opening the doors to her mind.