Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait, but here it is. And…it's short. sigh

Asylum

Chapter 1

"Yami Motou…"

I shivered, half in fear, half from the cold air drifting through the opened door. Dr. Sumizone's pale face peered out from around the door, screwed up into a rueful smile.

"You've been a bad patient, scaring that poor boy earlier. Now, we can't have that."

That boy…that wasn't my fault. I bit my lip and moved towards the wall. Dr. Sumizone entered the room, flanked by two burly nurses.

"You must be punished, Yami Motou. That boy could have taken you away from us!"

At that moment, the two burly nurses crossed the short distance to my bed and seized my arms roughly. I screamed and twisted my body, hoping to twist out of their grip.

"Stop it!"

A fist slammed into the side of my face hard enough for me to see stars. I whimpered loudly and kept struggling as the nurses pulled me off of the bed. Dr. Sumizone leaned down and touched the edge of my chin lightly.

"You are my little pet now. Little Yugi sighed the release papers for the treatment room."

Treatment room? My eyes widened in fear. I had seen the treatment room many times before when the nurses couldn't get me to shut up. There were many, many terrible devices in there all built to induce pain.

"No!" I screamed.

My voice cracked with abuse and dryness. Dr. Sumizone laughed and motioned towards the door.

"Take him away."

My struggling began anew as the nurses dragged me down the hall.

"Help me!"

Yugi Motou:

Help me!

I woke up in a cold sweat and glanced around.

"Yami?"

That couldn't be right. Yami was asleep in the mental hospital, dreaming carefree dreams.

…But his voice sounded so real. I clutched the edge of the Millennium Puzzle in my hands and sighed. It's just a hallucination…or something. Yami wasn't crying out for help. He was just fine in that hospital.

The Pharaoh's not doing too good, eh? I don't blame you, you did throw him in that damned place after all. You call that help? Locking him in some box with a quack? That's worse than sending him to the Shadow Realm.

Bakura's words stung just as much as before. Was he right? I got up from my bed carefully and stretched. Was I killing Yami in that hospital? I glanced over at the mirror that sat propped up near my bedroom door. Yami always used to stand in front of it and stare at himself for minutes at a time I would always joke with him.

"And now, he's gone."

Yami Motou:

I was forced down onto a hard concrete slab and screamed. I could hardly see anything because of the shadows in the room. All I could see was ruffled clothing and flashing of teeth.

"Let me go! Please!"

I was tired and bruised from the beating the nurses gave me…which made it hard to continue struggling. The nurses knew that too, for they laughed at my pleading.

"Such a waste of a lithe body, but that's ok, I'm going to enjoy it nevertheless."

My eyes opened in fear and kicked away from the nurses as best as I could. Two hands grabbed my ankles and jerked me backwards. I hit the edge of the table and slid off. When my head hit the ground, my entire body fell limp. I sucked in a halting breath as the thin outline of a man's face appeared in front of my eyes.

"I've never liked you, Yami Motou. And now, I have you in my hands. I will take you now."

I felt the edge of a tongue run down the side of my face and shuddered. A hand grabbed the bottom of my face and turned it to the left. Bruising lips pressed against mine and I felt a heavy weight came down upon my lungs. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. I had to block out the pain…somehow…

Author's Note: I know it's short…but I'm trying to get back into the scheme of things. Bear with me, please.