Title: Sanctuary Psych Ward
Rating: Rated R
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Sanctuary and I do not claim to.
Warnings: Alternate Universe (AU), Yaoi, Yuri.  And for this chapter only: suicide attempt
Pairings: RosielxKatan, KiraxSetsuna, KatohxArakune, KuraixSara
Genre: Angst, Romance

Thanks to the Reviewers
Cat Youkai:
  *holds arm out* Go ahead! ^___^   Her mom has always been a bitch, even in the show.  And I have Setsuna hurting for a reason.  He is manic depressive after all. 
kamuichan99:  lol I always have the most annoying people loved by everyone. 
RekiaReium:  Setsuna's parents are a lot like a few peoples parents I know.  
Tia: -____-;; I'm sure you'll live, lazy ass.  Um, I'm not sure if I'll have him kill Setsuna's parents.  o_o It never really crossed my mind actually.  And as for the KiraxSetsuna stuff...well, heh, enjoy this chapter.  And no, you don't win. ^___^ I do!

Sanctuary Psych Ward: Chapter Five: Glimpse into the Past
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Setsuna walked in common's room, the orange basket ball tucked under his arm.  His clothes were soaked with a mixture of rain and sweat.  His white shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, showing the outline of his muscles.  No matter how much weight Setsuna lost, he still had toned and defined muscles.  His blue jeans clung to his legs and hips, shifting with each movement. 

Setsuna shifted the ball, and dribbled it as he walked, ball shifting from hand to hand.  The sound echoed through the room, and through Setsuna's mind.  With each smack against the ground, Setsuna reflected on the days before he was administered to Sanctuary Psych Ward. 

**flashback**

Setsuna slammed the front door of the house.  Throwing his messenger bag to the floor, he headed into the kitchen.  Grabbing a soda, and an apple, Setsuna headed outside.  Once outside, he set the soda on the black rod iron table, and took a bite from the apple, then sat that down.  Grabbing his basket ball, Setsuna headed over to his basketball net. 

Starting from the free-throw line, he made a shot, and scored.  The ball bounced back to his feet.  Setsuna bent down and picked it up, and stepped back before shooting again.  Once again, he made the shoot, and the ball slowly made its way back to his feet.

Setsuna stayed outside, making free-throws, slam dunks. His forgotten soda sat on the table, the bubbles lessening into nothing.  The apple turned brown from exposer. Setsuna stayed outside, well past sundown.  He finally stopped when his mother stepped outside.

"Setsuna Mudou! What are you doing?!" She demanded, hands on her hips.

"Shooting hoops." Setsuna replied. He hadn't turned around to face her.  Ever since his parents got divorced, and he got stuck living with his mother, his respect for her slowly depleted over the years. 

"Well, get inside!" His mother bellowed before heading inside herself.


**end flashback**


He went to the plain wood dresser and picked out his black sweat pants, and another pair of boxers.  He picked up the towel he had used earlier that day, now almost completely dry, and went into the bathroom.  Slowly, Setsuna turned on the shower, and turned the water to hot.  He waited for the water to heat up, and reflected on his only suicide attempt.

**flashback**

Fresh from the shower, Setsuna stood inform of the mirror, white towel wrapped around his waist.  He stared into his reflection, hair plastered to the side of his face, weighted down with water.  His dull brown eyes showed no emotion as he stared into the mirror. 

Letting out a shaky sigh, Setsuna opened the medicine cabinet.  Reaching in, he pulled out a steak knife that he had managed to sneak past his mother.  He then pulled out the lighter and alcohol, before shutting the door.  

Striking the lighter, he held the steel of the knife over the flame, allowing it to heat up and sterilize.  After two minutes, Setsuna blew out the flame, and set the lighter on counter.  Opening the alcohol Setsuna poured it over the hot steel, listening to it sizzle when the liquid touched the hot metal.

Placing the bottle aside, he stared at the blade for a few moments longer before holding it to his wrist.  With on last breath, Setsuna sliced the blade across his wrist, the teeth digging into his flesh.  The alcohol left on the blade stung him as he sliced. 

Blood rushed over Setsuna's arm, and dripped to the ground.  He sliced into his other arm before allowing the knife to fall as he went weak.  His breathing began small gasps of air as he dropped to his knees.  That was when everything went black.

**end flashback**


Setsuna shuddered at the memory.  Looking down at his wrist, he peeled off the white bandaged to look at the stitches on his wrist.  He let go of the bandage, and let fell back into its original position.  Peeling off his boxers, he stepped into the shower.