Chapter twelve, wheee! This is great! .... I just can't write authors notes today...ugh well, just to tell you all, I just couldn't keep this away from you guys, so, here it is. To explain my absences and furiously written notes my computer had a melt down, to put it lightly 265 dollars a trip to a computer repair shop and three weeks of the practiced art of getting out of punishment early-fu. I am here typing in WordPad (please excuse my horrible spelling, this thing is not endowed with the godly program of spell check) and very pissed off that I STILL cannot go on the internet with this thing, I had of course had to make some sacrifices to be able to get on this thing to even type. But I PROMISE you, I will update whenever I can... I have just friggen found out that this thing does not have word count either. That is soooo very wrong... I swear to god there is such a thing as Internet withdrawal.

Warnings: Same, with this chapters addition of group therapy, Kaiba, and high-grade tranquilizer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, if I did, Anzu would be dead, Joey would have been incarcerated in jail, Tristan would've fell off that castle top, and Pegasus would be surrounded everyday with bleeding funny bunny plushies and merchandise with his dead wife's carcass rotting in front of him. And that would just be me getting started!

Yugi to Yami

-Bakura to Ryou-

Malik to Marik

$ Seto to Kaiba $

(( Youko to Shuicci ))

' Thoughts'

( A Authors notes)

Kaiba was running around his soul room like a chicken with it's head cut off, they had hit a little turbulence and now Kaiba was screaming something along the lines of 'THE GODS HAVE FORSAKEN OUR SOULS, WE WILL PLUMMET TO THE EARTH IN THE SCREAMING METAL DEATHTRAP OF A BIRD!!' Seto, much to the air stewardess's distress was laughing hysterically at supposedly nothing, and Mokuba was looking at Seto like he was nucking futs. Since Seto was the richest person that had EVER set foot on their airline the attendants couldn't do much about his behavior, he was scaring the other passengers though... Mokuba was now bored at watching Seto try to contain his laughter, so he decided to go harass the other people on the plane, because he could.

Mokuba found an empty seat in the back of the plane, behind a composed businessman. 'We'll see how composed he is when I'm done' Mokuba thought to himself, apparently, the 'conniving little bastard' gene ran in his family, most importantly though, he was a RICH conniving little bastard, and that my friends, makes all the difference. The businessman now wasn't so very composed, as he had seen Mokuba behind him. "Why do I always have to get stuck by the kid?" the BM (Business Man) said, sighing to himself. "Oh...wait...where you just talking about me? Really? Me? Because I was just going to watch the in-flight movie and be a good boy, but now, because of that comment, you're my bitch for the rest of this damn flight!" said Mokuba, his head perched over the back of the chair to look at the man. Mokuba then started to having a temper tantrum and kicking the back of the mans seat rapid-fire. "I'm a little kid and I'm bored, no wait, maybe I'm hungry, or I could be tired, but even if I'm old enough to tell you, I'm to deep in my thrashings to make intelligible speech patterns! WHAAA! Also, there's no older sibling or parent that cares enough to shut me up, so I just keep going! But if you lay so much as a hand on me to try and stop me I say that you molested me, and you'll get slapped with a law suit the size of Kaiba corporation! WHAAA!" Yelled Mokuba in the middle of his angry assault of the back of the mans chair.

Bakura was walking a very thin line in the situation he had gotten himself unwillingly into now, as he sat in his padded cell he went over the facts, that wasn't actually the first thing he did though, he had of course taken out the camera in the corner of the room, he wasn't going to be surveillanced if he could help it, most like Malik and or Marik he was VERY paranoid. But with the threat of the camera gone, he had taken to the practice of building a plan. That took facts, fact one was that he COULD break out of here, but fact two kind of killed that easy fix notion, Ryou could wake up at anytime, sure, Bakura was already up because he could handle sedatives better, it was a mind over matter kind of thing. He did not know how long Ryou would stay out though, and that could seriously hinder his plans. Fact three was that even if he did break out, the DIA would know what he looked like, and even worse, Ryou's dad would know he had broken out, he did not want the police involved, to say the least he had a record with them as long as the Nile... So that left staying here and getting their stupid evaluation. What fun...

Yusuke was up and groggy from that sedative those lab monkeys had pumped him with, he now knew that Mrs. Mouto belonged here more then he did, but that wasn't going to help him get out of this thing, he decided to lay low and take the stupid evaluation, he could learn about this place and see what would be the best way to go if he wanted to escape. He found himself being ushered by some personnel to a room down the hall...time to get his evaluation. ( A, Smart for Yusuke huh!)

He was pushed into a room, the door locked after him, he scanned the room, a couple of chairs a plant or two and a desk. Behind that desk was what he surmised as his psychologist. JOY

-Same time same place, Imawato's POV-

I wasn't very surprised to see that this patient was a bit of a street punk, those kinds were very common in this field, if I played my cards right I might be able to get to the bottom of this kids problems in a minimal number of sessions. I signaled that he could take a seat. The kid did so and I prompted him with a question, "What's your name?" I knew his name already, but maybe he liked a nickname better, I could earn his trust more if I called him by the name that he liked. "Yusuke" he replied in a semi-bored snort, not surprising either, most kids his age had that mentality with any psychologist. "Well Yusuke, I going to show you a few simple pictures of ink, and you can tell me what you see ok?" "Whatever", at least he agreed; sometime these cases could be tuff. I held up the first picture, "A castle" he said after looking at it for a moment, normal enough. I held up the second one, "Demon" and so it went, he was giving me even weirder answers with every blot I held up, maybe this kid was into the dark arts, he really didn't fit the bill for Goth though, no eye shadow. I went for the next test, a simple word one. "Yusuke, the first test is finished, but now I have another, I will say a word and you have to say the first word or phrase that comes into your head, is that ok?" "Hmmf", he said dejectedly.

"Okay, here we go, school"

"BORING"

" Cat"

" Kuwabaka"

" Plant"

" Vile death weapon"

" Game"

" Mercy (1)"

" Monster"

" Stupid"

" Cloud"

" Insects"

" Bingo"

" Blue hair"

" Dark"

" Castle"

" Knife"

" Can I be done now? Those drugs you pumped me with are coming back"

I could see that he was not telling the truth but I had enough on him for now, I still had many more people to cover today. I dismissed him and asked the remaining guard to bring in 'creepy' as I called him; he was the one that took out the security camera in the horror movie fashion. The guard nodded and went off to get the muzzle; you never could be too careful with those really whacked out ones.

(Normal POV)

Malik was bouncing around his cell, Marik floating next to the ceiling and bouncing ideas off him how to scare the therapist the most. Malik stopped bouncing when the cell door was opened, he found himself being carried off by a man in white. Marik suggested trying to break out, but Malik declined, he wanted to get to that therapist first, he found himself now being tied to a chair in an office. In front of him was a man in a white coat, Malik decided that he was going to be difficult, he would ask one question and one question only. " What do you do after you interview all the newbies?" he asked simply. " Well, we then put them in a controlled group therapy session" Dr. Imawato then looked down at his clip bored. " Mr. Ishtar" Malik had long knocked himself out on the desk in front of him to avoid any questions. Dr. Imawato meanwhile scribbled ' danger to self' down on his clip bored.

Dr. Imawato then signaled that Mr. Ishtar be taken out of his office, prone bodies of his patients didn't really look very good with the curtains in his office. One of the guards obliged and came back into the office a moment later to deposit a muzzled Shuicci Minamino into a chair by the front of the desk. Youko was currently freaking out, he had to think of a plan quickly or else he could be permanently instated here, and that would suck! 'When all else fails act like your host' he thought to himself, this particular plan had gotten him out of many scrapes before. " Excuse me Dr. Imawato, could you please take this muzzle off, I really do not see any need for it, in fact, I do not know why I am here in the first place." Youko said whilst taking a quick look at the name plate on the Dr's desk while he did he saw a small message carved into the wood of the desk, it was a cleverly hidden one concealed in the shadow that the name plate made. You could not see it unless you were sitting in the chair in front of it. It read ' Don't do anything yet, group meeting soon - Malik' Well, Malik certainly had a good head for causing chaos on his shoulders! He decided to go along with his plan; after all, chaos in a group is better the chaos alone.

"I'm very sorry Mr. Minamino for causing you such distress! The muzzle has been taken off!" "Thank you very much Dr. Imawato, but could you please...um...uh..." started Youko but before he could finish he spotted something in the corner that pleased him greatly PLANTS. There were many kinds, some of which he hadn't seen before, one of those immediately caught his eye, and it had many pointy barbs on it. " As I was saying, could you please tell me what kind of plant that is, the one with then spines on it", said Youko distractedly, he was thinking of all the ways that he could make that thing lethal. " It's a cactus Mr. Minamino, now could we please continue with the examination?" said Dr. Imawato, he really needed a coffee break. With the influence of Malik's note Youko did nothing to make the psychologist question him in the least. ' At least there is one sane one in this new group, he must have ran from the guns because he thought he was being shot at or something' thought the therapist logically, though when you think about it logic really doesn't apply to this group, as they had proved many time before.

Before the Dr. had time to get some coffee his next patient was brought in, his records said that this one was completely nuts and should be treated with utmost caution for he was a danger to others and himself. The patient took a seat in front of him, he really didn't look all that intimidating.

Yami had taken a seat in front of the therapist, Yugi, like the genius he was, knocked himself out with the puzzle so now Yami had to take what he surmised as a mental examination, WONDERFUL, didn't Yugi say once or twice that he was, as he put it, missing a few cards from the deck? He would try his best, though it would be hard, after all, when he was a bored thing tended to happen... As he looked around the office something caught his eye, well now, it looked as if this psychologist would be getting his due very soon, and most importantly, he wouldn't be bored! 'A group meeting though, jeez, what are we gonna do? Talk about our feelings?...This would be so much more fun with the chaotic assistance of the others, well what the hell' Yami, at this point giving a mental shrug. He then turned his attention to Dr. Imawato, who was trying to get his attention. " Ok Mr. Mouto, I'm just going to give you a simple mental examination which consists of a few tests, the first is an ink blot test, I just hold out these ink blot pictures and you tell me what you see" explained Dr. Imawato. " That is fine" said Yami. Dr Imawato held out the first picture. "Duel disk!" Yami blurted out. That didn't surprise the Dr., he had heard about the dueling craze, practically EVERYONE knew about the greatest thing since fire (In some peoples opinion). ' Everyone except one of my shut ins who won't go near any form of electronic and is convinced that talking to anyone but herself will kill her' the Dr. thought wryly to himself, his patient was currently fiddling with one of his many buckles, maybe he was punk. "Not to offend you are anything, but how did you get your hair like that?" asked Dr. Imawato, not being able to resist. "That is a secret of which you have no right to know" said Yami quickly from rote memory. The inkblot test then continued. "That is a pyramid," said Yami in response to the next picture, he was shown a few more then the Dr. stopped.

"Alright Yugi, now we will do one more test, then the nice men in white will put you back in your nice padded cell! I'm going to say a word and then you have to say the first thing that comes to your mind, alright, here we go!"

"School"

"Questionable cafeteria food"

" Cat"

"Animal"

" Plant"

"Papyrus"

" Game"

"WHERE WHERE!? I WANT TO PLAY!!! I WILL WIN OVER ALL OF YOU MUAHAHAHAHAH!"

Yami, who had lost complete control of himself, was violently beaten and tranquilized into submission.

The Dr., who was now holding the bridge of his nose in a migraine, supposed that all of the new patients either being sane or docilely insane was a thing too great to hope for. His next patient walked boldly into the room, his records said that this one was a possible crazy, Ms. Ishtar had brought him in just to be safe, Dr. Imawato still questioned how she had sedated him, a large bump on the left side of his head told him all he needed to know" Hiei took one look at the message on the desk, he used his Jagan eye to make the Dr. think he had examined him, then he left to go sit in his cell like a good boy. Hiei of course never did anything that he was told to do... there WAS that one time when Koenma forced him to take that video tape to Yusuke, but he had gotten even, oh yes yes he did, Koenma was still recovering from physical and emotional trauma.

(1) Mercy is a game where two people hold hands like they are going to shake, one twists the others arm until they cry mercy, it's a fun game but your arm hurts a lot afterward.

WHAHOO!!! ALL DONE!! This chapter took me forever to complete but it is big so at least you all have that to be happy about. hamn I'm good! Alright, now I'm all pumped up and ready to write until my fingers fall off, WAHOO!! As a side note my brother loves this story and can't get enough of it he has thought up about half of these ideas so I think I need to give him more credit! J. Bye, see you soon!