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.
