Author's Note: Ah…the disclaimer has been absent from my fanfic I think…so…here it is: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh and if I did, I would be rich. Ever seen those fancy little bookbags? Also, I don't go into much detail about it, but Yami does get raped. I've toned it down a little…so…right.

Asylum

Chapter 2

12:34 P.M.

Yami Motou:

I wanted to die. I really wanted to. I could feel their lips all over my body…bruising and painful. And sometimes, they were so gentle…and loving. I shuddered violently. How could they do this to me? I didn't do anything! And yet, I was suddenly responsible for people's pain and humiliation. I attempted to turn over on my side, but it was extremely difficult. Some of my ribs were cracked and or broken. It hurt just to breathe.

Dead weight settled onto my body, warm and yet, so alien…probing hands forced themselves into the loose pants, grabing…pulling…

A tear came to the corner of my eyes and dripped down my stained cheeks.

Sinister laughter filled my ears, drowning me in complete despair. Rough hands seized my head and forced me down onto…

The door to my cell opened and Dr. Sumizone walked in. I could hardly see her face, but I knew she wore her signature disapproving scowl.

"How's our star patient?"

Her tone was absolutely mocking. I kept silent, mostly because I lacked the strength to talk. Dr. Sumizone walked up to my bed and scanned over my body.

"Have you learned your lesson, Yami?"

I wanted to spit in her face for her comment. But even if I had the strength to, she would certainly drag me off to the treatment room. So I just mustered up a nod, despite the pain it caused me. Dr. Sumizone smiled, though it was hardly warm.

"Good, good. Seto Keiba will be pleased. Pleased to see the Game King in the deplorable condition he is in now."

Game King? The title was somewhat familiar to me…and so was the name Seto Keiba. He will be happy, huh? I whimpered to keep the smile on her face. Just when I thought she was going to leave, she frowned. I had a feeling that she had finally noticed my bruises and other injuries.

I hope she tells the nurses to finish their job by killing me.

The thought was fleeting, but it was there. I had to admit I was entertaining suicidal urges as of late…

"Ugh, these fools can't take care of a patient without screwing them first."

And with that, Dr. Sumizone stormed out.

Dr. Sumizone:

I was supposed to be thrilled at Yami's damaged state, but I wasn't. He had been raped in the treatment room during his punishment. What if Yugi came to visit today? The damned boy had bruises and cuts everywhere. Not to mention that his pants were a mess. I snarled and stormed into my office. I should fire those nurses, damnit. But the bills on the desk quickly changed my mind.

I needed the staff to run this shoddy hospital, after all. Seto Keiba was paying me thousands of dollars to keep Yami here. I was beginning to think he was not worth the trouble…but Keiba had a lot of influence in the business world. It was either take care of Yami or swim in 100,000 dollar debt. Gods, if things could get any worse…

"Dr. Sumizone, Yugi Motou and his friends are here to visit."

Oh wait, it did. I wanted to scream at the irony of this situation, but I couldn't. Keep cool, Sumizone. You have to work this situation out carefully. A knock came at my door, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"Um, excuse me, Dr. Sumizone…"

Yugi Motou's homely voice. I turned around calmly and plastered a pleasant smile on my face. Yugi stared at me with wide crimson eyes. Behind him was a tall girl dressed in a light-colored blouse and a short brown skirt, and a tall pale boy dressed in a light blue jacket with a white shirt underneath it and blue pants. Not to mention, he had stark silver hair.

"Ah, hello, Yugi, how are you?" I asked softly.

Yugi frowned.

"Um…I guess I'm ok. I'm here to see Yami with my friends."

The boy was clearly troubled, but that was to be expected. I couldn't exactly refuse him now, because he would become suspicious. But what I could I do? I stood up and nodded.

"Come on."

I lead them down the long hallway, trying to think of excuses to cover up Yami's condition. I stopped in front of the window and shook my head. Yugi and his friends gasped.

"What happened to him?" The girl asked.

"Yami has been very self-distructive to himself lately," I lied.

Yugi's reaction was priceless; he was looking like he was ready to cry. Yami was curled up on the bed, eyes clearly closed. Most of his cuts had stopped bleeding, and some of the other were oozing. He was in really bad shape, and I knew it.

"Will we get better?" Yugi timidly asked.

I shrugged.

"I will continue trying, Mr. Motou."

Yugi nodded and touched the window.

"I trust you."

Yugi Motou:

Tea led me away from the window with tears in her brown eyes. She saw Yami's pathetic condition herself and so did Ryou. Now, more than ever, I felt like I was killing him. Robbing him of a soul and a working mind. Tea stopped me just outside of the mental hospital and sighed.

"He looks terrible, Yugi. I think we should take him back home."

I blanched at the thought. We would hardly have the supplies to care for him. Yami deserved the best care, no matter what.

"We can't Tea," I protested feebly.

Tea gave me the coldest look she could muster.

"Why not? He's dying in there! He needs our help!"

"Dr. Sumizone is trying as hard as she can! All we need is patience."

I was nearly in tear. Every word seemed to rip through my heart painfully.

"Don't worry Tea, I'm pretty sure Yugi's right. All we have to do is wait," Ryou said as cheerfully as he could. I wanted to believe him…really I did. But I don't think Yami won't last much longer. I had to do something.