Author's Note: I have had a few dedicated fans review Asylum, even when I gave up on it for a while. To tell you the truth, I had given up on fanfiction completely. I pour my talents into my work and get very little praise for it…but anyways, I have shown complete mercy on the fans of this fic and decided to rewrite it. I guess I can't really stop writing fanfiction… Oh by the way, Yugi's thoughts are in italics and yami's thoughts are in italics and bold.
Maybe it's in my blood.
Summary: Yami's mental health begins to deteriorate rapidly, grabbing the attention of Yugi and his friends. At first, Yugi begins to think it's just a passing phase, but when the pharaoh murders several people, it quickly becomes apparent that something must be done. Can a favor from Seto help him?
Rating: Heh, PG-13, at best. I have to study the fiction guide ratings a little more to see what I can and can't do. (wink)
Asylum
Prelude
Yugi Motou:
I gazed through the heavy glass doors that separated me from my other half, a frown gracing my features. I hated having to look at him. I liked being near my Yami, hugging and joking with him. Sadly enough, I couldn't joke with him this time or any other time. The doctors wouldn't find it very funny. After all, he was diagnosed with 'Schizophrenia'. In a way, I found that ironic. Yami and I once shared a body years ago, and people used to think I was crazy. Heh, I think it must have been all the times I was caught staring into space while talking to him. But I digress.
Two blood-red eyes peered at me from within the shadows of the room that I was gazing in. Ever since he landed in this place, he's always stared at me from the shadows. I always wondered if he thought about me…or noticed the passing of days here. Maybe not. Who was to say?
"Yami…" I whispered.
I watched the eyes carefully, hoping that he would respond to the sound of his name. He always used to greet me with the same old twinkle in his eyes. The twinkle of power…or something. But that twinkle faded weeks ago. Alas, I am getting ahead of myself. I have to tell the story right…
Three weeks ago
Domino City
Kame Game Shop
3:41 P.M.
Yugi Motou:
"Hey, Yugi! Are you still going to have that scary movie marathon tonight?"
I smiled at Joey and nodded.
"You know I wouldn't cancel our nights like that," I replied cheerfully.
"Be careful not to order something too gory. You wouldn't want Joey to choke on his food," Tristian said, while stifling a laugh. (A/N: Could you imagine Joey choking on food because of a gory movie? I wouldn't think it's possible. But this is my fic.)
How could I not forget the last time? Seeing Joey choke is something you just don't forget. Then again, seeing Yami suck his thumb after watching 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' isn't something you'd forget either. I chuckled softly, reveling in the memory.
"I'll be careful this time. Anyways, I'll see you two at six. Don't be late."
"We won't," Joey and Tristian yelled as they walked away from the front of the store.
So that gave me two hours to hang out with Yami. Perfect. Ever since we came from Battle City, I noticed that he had been acting a little odd. (Well, he was a 5,000 year old spirit, so you couldn't get any odder than that.) But he was acting a little different. Depressed…maybe. I twisted the knob of the front door and opened it. A rush of cool air washed over my body, ruffling my tri-colored hair.
I stepped inside and glanced around. Silence. Weird. By this time of the afternoon, Yami was usually watching the Iron Chef on the Food Network. Now I know what you are asking yourself: why in the hell is Yami watching the Food Network? I pulled the door shut behind me and sat my school bag off to the side.
Yami…I'm home! I hope you weren't too bored today.
Yugi…oh…you're home.
Well, someone didn't sound so cheery today. I walked into the living room, expecting the great pharaoh to be there. Nope, he wasn't on the couch.
Yami, where are you? It isn't like you to hide. And remember, this isn't your day to cook.
"Hikari, have you ever wondered why life is so precious?"
That was his voice this time. Usually, the pharaoh liked to be anti-social, talking only by our mind-link. Very rarely did he speak anymore, except to yell 'BAM' very time he cooked in the kitchen. So, where was the voice coming from this time? It didn't sound like it came from the kitchen…or from upstairs for that matter.
"Yami, stop being so serious. I swear I'm going to drag you to school from now on."
"Life is a wondrous thing, Yugi. You should treasure it before it decides to slip through your fingers. And by then, it's too late."
His words chilled me inside. I had never heard him talk like this before and it was slightly unnerving. Maybe he had been watching a little too much 'Law and Order' or 'CSI'.
"Yami, where are you? I came home early so that we could go out to the arcade before our movie marathon," I said as calmly as I could.
"Look up, hikari."
I glanced up at the ceiling and saw Yami lying across its surface, body completely ignoring the fact that it was physically impossible to be on the ceiling without gravity taking effect. He stared at me with empty red eyes and a small frown on his perched lips.
"Come down, Yami."
"As you wish, aibou."
Yami sighed and dropped down onto the floor effortlessly. For a moment, I just stared at him, hardly believing that he had been on the ceiling in the first place.
"Uh…"
"Yugi! It's good to see you. Where did you say we were going to go again?" He asked rather cheerfully.
It took all of my self-control to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor. He was depressed and sad just a moment ago…and now, he was acting like himself again. Very…freaky.
"To the arcade and then to the movie store."
"Sounds excellent. I hope Joey doesn't choke on his food this time."
Suddenly, I was a lot more worried about Yami's mental health then about Joey choking on pizza.
Author's Note: So what do you think about the revision so far? Show some love people. I need reviews to keep the imagination flowing. It makes me really happy as well. And I like being really happy!