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CHAPTER FIVE

By: The Demonic Duo

Sirius picked up a new card as his game partner told him 'go fish.' He was losing horribly but he thought it was alright, he had won the last three games anyway. He watched the other player silently, waiting for him to ask a card number. During the entire game, Sirius was positively gleeful because he was finally allowed in the gameroom again. It was Molly's reward to him for not pummeling Peter in the lunch room.

"Do you have any eights?" The other boy asked. Sirius looked at his cards and grinned. He had three Kings, an Ace, two tens and one seven.

"Go fish." Sirius replied and blinked. The other player looked absolutely furious and lowered his cards.

"You're cheating!" He accused.

Sirius sat back and glared, baring his teeth angrily. He hated being called a liar, especially for a petty cause such as a game. If he were defending another person, a friend, he would hold back the truth for their sake... but never his own.

"I am not." He retaliated verbally. The other patient growled at him and Sirius threw down the cards. "Does it look like I have a bloody eight!"

His opponent's eyes swept over the cards Sirius put down and picked up the two tens and put them in his deck. Sirius watched him incredulously.

"I told you, you were cheating!" The boy said. "You held the tens back!"

"BUT YOU..." Sirius paused, taking a breath. He just earned the privilege of getting the game room back, he wasn't just about to lose it over something trivial like this. "But you asked for an eight."

When the other patient laughed, Sirius stood up and scowled angrily at him. He turned and left the game room quietly, the staff watching him in anxiously. They were expecting him to go flip out, but apparently he surprised them and only left with that minor outburst.

Sirius grumbled quietly, muttering foul words and phrases under his breath. He turned the corner, looking at the pictures on the walls. The portraits were in protective cases to prevent damage from the patients and the hurried staff. He continued onward and bumped into something, or rather someone, soft but bony. Sirius looked down when he heared the surprised squeak and he blinked, looking at Remus. The boy was staring at him with extremely wide eyes and Sirius wondered why.

"What's up?" He chirped and watched as the lithe boy inhaled deeply. Remus opened his mouth and Sirius, whom just knew that Remus was going to scream, clapped his hand over the open cavity. Out came the muffled wail and then, as soon as it started, it had stopped. Sirius watched him cautiously and yiped when the young man bit down on his hand.

"Ow...ow, ow, ow." Sirius muttered, taking his hand back quickly and looking at Remus with furrowed brows. "Look, buddy, I like biting as much as the next guy but pick a better spot."

Remus glowered hatefully at him and looked down at his pants before making eye contact again. Sirius paled. He understood that quite well.

"Uh, not there either..." He said, scratching his neck. "So, anyways! Want to go to the gardens? We're permitted outside for now..."

Sirius had a hesitant look when he glanced at Remus, whom returned a lethal stare. He didn't understand how he got on Remus's bad side but he had and the other patient didn't seem to want to forgive him anytime soon.

Sirius used the hand that wasn't bitten and gripped the smaller patient's shoulder, ignoring the wrathful glare that was sent his way. Pushing the tawny haired patient in the direction of the gardens, he pretended he didn't notice the struggle was Remus putting up. He was greatful the boy wasn't screaming, though he did seem more concerned with the physical hold Sirius had on him.

Opening the door, Sirius shoved him impolitely outside and stepped after him. The yard was remotely empty with the exception of three or four other patients and this pleased him greatly. He grinned brightly at Remus and directed him forcefully to their secret spot behind the brush.

Situating himself comfortably, he crossed his legs in a satisfactory position and turned to face Remus again. Reaching out, Sirius grabbed his wrist and raised an eyebrow. Remus had tried to leave and was rather hapless, being caught in the act.

"Where are you going?" He inquired quietly. "We haven't done any regular to new patient bonding!"

This statement left Remus with a confused but angered countenance. He watched Sirius quietly, sitting down again and sighing peevishly. Sirius gave an impish grin and introduced himself.

"I'm Sirius Black, I'm seventeen and have been here loads of times. Back and forth from the state asylum to here, you know? I'm finally going to be a permanent resident though, if I'm not deemed sane." He babbled. "I have a positively rotten family... wicked evil mom, pansy coward of a father and a sniveling younger brother to top that fuckin' bitter shit pile. How about you?"

Remus didn't answer, instead he didn't even seem to be listening. Sirius watched him and concluded that he was definitely not going to get an answer. Instead of verbally attacking Remus, Sirius posed stolidly and focused his hard blue eyes on him.

Sirius was covertly delighted when Remus returned the stare. It was actually progress through recognition and he'd take what he would get. He mirrored the raised eyebrow the lithe boy expressed and frowned in unison with him. Remus scowled and so did Sirius, causing the other to become livid and tense. Sirius let his face drop blank again, figuring that infuriating him wasn't the best way to go.

"So how old are you? If you're not going to answer verbally, give me hints." He said softly. "Are you my age?"

Sirius cracked a small smile when Remus shook his head negatively. He was tickled with the fact that Remus was somewhat submissively 'communicating' with him.

"Are you older?" He indicated it with his thumb upwards. "Or younger?" Thumb downward.

Remus paused, reguarding him mutely before positioning his hand in a thumbs down position. Sirius nodded, content, for now, with the short drought of sound. He knew Remus was watching him, possibly wondering where his talking bout went, and that delighted him.

"So how many years younger, one?" Sirius finally asked, Remus bobbing his head affirmatively in response. "Ah, so you're sixteen. Do you have a brother or sister?"

Sirius grinned as Remus rolled his eyes. He took that as a definite 'yes.' No one would roll their eyes unless they knew the burden of having a blood related pest called a 'sibling' in the same house. Remus put one finger up slowly, being shy and surprising Sirius.

"One sibling?" He asked. "Brother?"

Remus scowled slightly, rolling his eyes up again. Amused, Sirius let out a breathless laugh.

"Alright, so you have a brother... is he older?" Remus shook his head. "Younger?" Again, Remus signaled negatively. Momentarily puzzled, Sirius stared at him before blinking in realization. "You're a twin?"

Remus nodded slowly, trying to leave again and Sirius pulled him down gently.

Sirius reckoned that Remus didn't like his twin brother very much. He understood the adversity of having a sibling, even if his was a couple years younger. Age didn't change their damaged personalities.

"My brother, Regulus, is fifteen." Sirius said. He unfolded his legs and stretched them out so that they were placed directly underneath the bush's needles and between the trunks. "I almost killed him from my temper, that's why I'm here. I didn't even remember it, but it apparently happened. They said I have manic mood swings. Molly says they're worse than a pregnant womans."

Sirius made a face and jumped at the small noise that was made. He glanced at Remus and blinked. The amber-eyed patient was laughing, at him! Sirius grinned, watching him quietly. He prefered Remus laughing rather than being angry or sad and confused...

Both of the boys were startled as the bell rang, denoting that they were to return inside again. Sirius was feeling a deep sense of regret. He'd have to go back to his room for some down time, it was a customary thing to relieve the staff of the tension of looking after the majority of the patients.

"Aaw..." Sirius sulked, getting up sluggishly. "Well, I don't know about you but I had fun... thanks for talking with me."

Remus stood as well, giving Sirius a view of confusion in the usually feral eyes. Sirius grinned in return, knowing that Remus didn't think himself as having 'talked' at all.

"Don't look so befuddled..." Sirius chirped, just wanting to use the word befuddled."Just because you didn't say anything doesn't mean we didn't talk. I mean, I learned that you're sixteen and you have a twin brother, that's cool, right?."

Remus paused before accepting this, stepping inside the building with Sirius. He walked silently down the hallway, Sirius following a step behind. The taller patient was humming, causing Remus to occasionally give him odd looks at the tune he was carrying. Sirius would pick something from a random television program and hum it until Remus glanced at him, then he would cease and pick something else.

Remus stopped, staring in an off direction. Sirius almost walked into him.

"Hey, what's up?" He asked, moving back a pace. Remus's body went ridged and Sirius watched the transformation from relaxed to absolutely savage. He spread his fingers and bent the tips slightly, arching his back into a slump. He looked like a giant cat stalking prey, in Sirius's opinion. "Remus...?"

A quiet snarl erupted from the lithe boy's mouth, his casual stance changing to offensive as he lept onto Peter. Sirius raised both eyebrows in shock, staring as Remus brought his hand up and slammed it back down in the blonde's face.

"Shit, Remus get up." Sirius said, comming to his senses. He didn't exactly want Remus to get into trouble, if Remus was placed into isolation he wouldn't be able to harass him.

Remus ignored him and growled at Peter, whom in response whimpered pathetically. He was quivering in pain and fear underneath Remus and Sirius had to wonder why Peter didn't just shove him off. The tawny-haired patient wasn't that strong or heavy, was he?

Sirius leaned over and pulled Remus up by the shoulders, turning him around. His eyes widened at the sight of Remus's eyes. The amber depths were swirling with gold and provoked fear in even Sirius's mind. A sharp pain on his neck broke him quickly out of his dazed spell and he grabbed onto Remus's hand. Warmth poured down his neck and chest, causing him to frown.

"Remus what are you doing?" He asked, shaking him violently. Remus hissed in pain and latched his mouth onto Sirius's arm, biting down viciously. Sirius pressed his palm to Remus's head, trying to push him off and he realized the hard way that, that caused the smaller patient's teeth to dig in deeper. He knew the skin was broken, but he didn't give it another thought and was relieved as well as curious when Remus released his wounded appendage.

Remus turned around and attacked Peter, who seemed to finally gather up his wits and tried to break for it. Luck wasn't on his side, and Remus had caught onto the other's instinct to run. He lunged at him and brought his nails down Peter's face. Peter shrieked and tried in vain to push the new patient's hands away.

Sirius was astounded. He hadn't pictured Remus being this lustful for blood and pain, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. In fact, in a sick sort of way, Sirius craved this sort of abuse...

Sirius pulled Remus back, hearing the nurses comming and when Remus turned and prepared another attack on Sirius, he punched him. Sirius watched mutely as Remus's small body collided with the floor, making a sound thump.

"SIRIUS BLACK!"

Sirius glanced over his shoulder and caught sight of Molly making way. She was shaking in anger and disbelief. He knew he'd get blamed for both the assault on Remus and Peter, but it was expected. It's not like they would believe him if he said Remus was pummeling Peter to death, would they?

Leaning down, Sirius picked Remus up by the shoulders. He moved closer so that his mouth was next to Remus's ear and smiled bitterly.

"I never knew you had it in you," He said auricularly. "Though, I'd have to say it was a nice and very interesting experience."

Sirius was yanked vehemently away from Remus by one of the male nurses. Pushed against the wall, they brought the confinement jacket over his head and secured the buckles. His scratches and bite marks would be treated later, after he was removed from the vicinity. Smiling somewhat maniacally at Remus, Sirius was led off into a different direction while Molly cooed over Peter and Remus.

Peter would get immediate medical attention, he knew, but he couldn't help but wonder what Remus thought of him now. He had hauled off and punched him...

"You know, these things are pretty comfy." Sirius said to the nurses, refering to the straight jacket. He was in a surprisingly good mood, he noted, as he half-skipped down the hall. The men didn't respond and continued escorting him to the isolation hall.

TBC.

This chapter isn't my favorite, but the it's a twist isn't it? There's going to hopefully be lots of twists.

The major thing I dislike about this chapter is the fact that it feels quick paced and sort of predictable. Is it?I don't know what to do with it though...

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