Boogie notes: Hello again dear readers, first I need to start off by thanking the reviewers or the people who just plain liked the story and put it on alert or something, it does mean a lot to the needy like me. Okay anyway, also there are no where near enough yamishipping fics! Get out and write some people! Enough with my babble, and on with the story…which actually made me go and look up mental illnesses, some of you might not understand why that's weird, I like barely ever look things up, I usually just wing it, but ive also had some slight non-intentional help from my friend kuou-cro (or Helsinki VAMpires) who has around…well a lot of these mental illnesses (crazy bitch) Ive got paranoia and egotistical down though! Woohoo…so anyway many of the mental illnesses you might hear about, ive probably just looked up on some site, if in case you actually have it and want to yell at me. Right anyway, I'll explain some why I used a few of them in the story, or at the end. Thanks for reading and remember to review!

Warnings: Boy-on-boy-on-boy love! In other words, Yamishipping! If yah don't like then don't read. Probably some cussing, because well…look who we're dealing with. Oh and my terrible spelling…I suck.

Disclaimer: I don't own YuGiOh, but I am thinking about renting them…in Japanese (dub born baby, which was what made her stop watching a few years ago, she's obviously more obsessed now.)

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--------Yami's point of view----

I sighed, staring out the window of the taxi Yuugi and I were riding in, I had a trunk full of clothing in the back, but the more I thought about this whole therapy thing the more I hated it. Sitting up some and turning to look at Yuugi I saw the boy still fidgeting and occasionally looking up at me and smiling nervously. He's pretty damn guilty about this whole thing, well he should be, this whole thing is blackmail, and normally I wouldn't have gone along with the thing, but…if the way I act is honestly bothering the people closest to me then maybe there is actually something wrong with me, or they've just gone crazy, I'll go with crazy. I looked back out the window, there wasn't much to see though, a very tall concrete wall was running along the outside, but slowly I felt the taxi come to a slow stop, right out in front of two very large iron gates. Casting my last gazes on flying birds for this day, and who knows how many more to come, only until I'm deemed fit for the public.

In a minute or so Yuugi and I had both gotten out of the car, the taxi waiting. I glanced up at the sign on the right side of the gray concrete walls.

Domino City Medium Security Asylum.

Wow, Yuugi felt I was safe enough to send me to a medium security asylum and not a full blown one, how very kind of him. The feeling of betrayal only grew as we walked up to the gates, I was carrying my suit case full of clothes, we gave our names to a police officer in a box and the giant gates opened, we were told to go straight in, there would be a desk inside the building. After passing through around 3 more pairs of doors we walked into a slightly surreal scene, of course I know it was a Asylum, but it looked more like the front desk at a hotel, a women in nurse clothes was at the desk writing something down as we walked up, pushing our way past a few people, surprisingly it was slightly crowded, it looked like family members had come to visit they're insane relatives.

"Um excuse me, I'm Yuugi Mutou, and this is my uh…older brother Yami, he was supposed to check in today." Yuugi said to the woman at the front desk, I idly noticed he had to go up on his tip toes. The woman looked down at a chart, flipped through a few sheets and looked back up at us.

"Ah right, Mr. Mutou. Welcome, someone will take you to your room in just a minute, so it would be best to say good byes, oh and Mr. Yuugi Mutou it would best if you knew that every week end there is a 4 hour visiting period." Yuugi gave a slightly distracted nod to the woman and turned back to me, oh he looked like he was about to cry. Before I knew it I found myself in a tight embrace, hugging the boy back, I knew no matter what I could never stay annoyed at the boy.

"I'll miss you Yami." It was a soft whisper, I could easily tell he was thinking twice on leaving me here, but we both knew it was a little too late for that.

"I'll miss you too Aibou." I sighed softly as the embrace ended, all sorts of things were going threw my head, like what would happen now, would I actually act differently when I went back home?

"Mr. Mutou, you have to come with us now." I looked over at two men, they constantly glanced at my eyes then towards the door, like they actually thought I would make a run for it, did they honestly think someone 5'4 could get past two 6' something full grown men? I picked up my suit case which I had left on the ground for a minute, I gave one last smile to Yuugi who looked like he was trying not to cry, before I turned back to the men and followed them through another door, this one was different, it had a pad lock with a card swipe, and behind that there was another door, but it looked like a metal mesh, yet it had the same card swipe. I tried to look back at Yuugi once more, but found people blocking my way, and then…for a split second I thought I saw a flash of white hair…but that couldn't be, I mean it wouldn't surprise me if he was here, but just the other day I saw him downtown Domino. Maybe I am actually going insane.

--------Bakura's Point of View-----

Damn that boy, I hate him, I hate him, I HATE him! Okay Ryou has moved up on my enemy list, yes I have a enemy list, it now goes Pharaoh, Ryou, Rest of the Human race. Do you know what that boy did, he drove me here after lazily shoving some clothes into an old book bag, and pretty much just shoved me in the place, when I tried to turn around and leave some huge steroid using guards grabbed me and yanked me up to the front desk, once I was all checked in, and after a quick attempt to escape I was dragged threw some doors while I was thrashing. And now I'm sitting in front of some chick with her hair up in a bun, nasty old cow.

"Now mister Bakura, do you know why you are here?" Gee I didn't know Cow's could talk.

"Ryou wanted me out of the house for who the hell knows what reasons." I glared at her, trying to picture her as the Pharaoh just too really make my hate come alive, of course that didn't quite work and I ended up with a mental image of Yami with a bun and an old British ladies suit, now I'm just trying not to cackle.

"Mister Bakura, your younger brother seems to believe you have some issues, and I'm here to find out exactly what those are and how to help you. Please do not think of me as the enemy, think of me as a friend, and just relax and tell me all about yourself." Okay cow, you want to know all about me, then here it goes, I grinned at her manically

---One hour later----

"So…you've um killed people..."

"Yep."

"And your entire village was killed?..."

"Yep."

"A Pharaoh?"

"Yep."

"You are a thief?"

"Yep."

"I see…" She scribbled something back down onto her little note book, well that was rather fun, she probably thinks I'm even crazier now, but it was well worth it.

"Well mister Bakura, it seems like you have a fair amount of disorders from what I can tell right now, but I would say the main ones just from this session would be a few Impulse control disorders, that would partly explain the amount of violence and the kleptomania. And I would say your childhood might be the cause of a lot of problems also." She was talking to me, but still just writing, way to make a guy feel welcome yah old hag. Wow I would have never guessed my childhood would have fucked me up, what's Ryou paying this chick for again?

"Someone will take you to your room now, and tomorrow you should be going to group." Wait what the fuck is 'group'?

"And this 'group' is?" She looked up finally.

"Someone will tell you on the way back to your room, I've got another session, Good day Mister Bakura." Yeah yeah, fuck you too.

I stood up and walked out of her office, slamming the door shut, then I noticedtwo men in scrubs waiting patiently for me outside the door, aw how cute they missed me.

"Come with us now Mr. Bakura." I rolled my eyes.

"Right whatever; hey tell me what this 'group' thing is that the old bitch was talking about." The taller one glared at me, and I'm pretty sure the shorter steroid abusing one couldn't think.

"Her name is Mrs. Kurofuruto, And Group is when the different sections get together and talk amongst themselves, under supervision of course, there's an inside area and an outside area, which is very well guarded, so I wouldn't try anything." Why is he giving me a pointed look? I gave him a innocent look that I had perfected when I had to pretend to be Ryou, I don't think he bought it though.

"What are the different sections?" I asked curiously.

"Depending on what type of loony you are, you get put in different sections. The Sadists, Masochists, Suicidal, Personality Disorders, Bipolar, Mutilators…etc, they're all separated from each other, but during group they take two to three groups and put them together, to my knowledge the only groups that have met were the Sadists and Masochists, for obvious reasons." I nodded my head in understanding, but in the back of my mind I had gory images of what would happen if I stuck the sadists and masochists together, kind of a turn on actually.

"What group am I in? The cow… I mean Kurofuruto said I had Impulse issues or some shit like that."

"You'll probably be grouped up with the Personality disorder folk most of the time, but there's a lot them, and they tend to be slightly crazier then the Impulse disorder people, unless you get one who's extremely violent." Another pointed look, bloody fucking bastard.

"Whatever Bruno, now take me to my room!" I pointed dramatically down the hallway, a few nurses and other staff member, and a few patients stared at me, what can I say, I like making a scene.

"That's Sawamura to you."

--------Normal Point of View---

Yuugi sighed, he had just said his goodbyes to Yami and was walking out the door when he spotted something at the end of the entrance courtyard, someone was standing at the police box, a certain white haired person. Yuugi blinked to large purple eyes before smiling and running down the courtyard as fast as his short legs could carry him, he had to catch himself after he almost tripped on a rock. Ryou had just exited to iron gates a few seconds before Yuugi got there, the boy could have shouted at the other, but that would have been rude, Yuugi gave a quick wave goodbye to the police officer in the box, sped threw the gates before yelling out.

"Hey Ryou!" Ryou turned on his heels, he was about 10 feet away, and smiled softly, before a questioning look came over his face.

"Hello Yuugi, what may I ask are you doing here?" A small blush crept over the smaller boys face and he looked at the ground.

"Yami's here." He muttered out, Ryou nodded in an understanding way and decided not to push the subject.

"So um is Bakura…?" Yuugi looked back up and shifted nervously

"Yes Bakura's here" Ryou chuckled, "Don't know why I didn't think of it sooner actually." Yuugi giggled, but noticed his taxi driver was starting to get a eerie look on his face, and decided not to waste anymore money on the trip.

"I'll call you later Ryou, ive gotta go before I loose more money then we make in week." Yuugi walked up and hugged the other boy, who blushed but nodded his head.

"Alright Yuugi, we can talk later." Yuugi smiled, gave a short wave (no pun intended) before hopping into the taxi, Ryou watched the vehicle speed off, but something else soon caught his attention. A few cop cars pulled up, and yanked someone out, someone who was in a straight jacket and had they're feet cuffed together, they were struggling wildly before the cops hauled him in threw the iron gates and then into the asylum. Ryou blinked slightly stunned.

"Marik?" There was no doubt about it, unless there was more then one psycho in the town who had a natural tan, spiky blonde hair and an insane look. No sooner had he thought this a motorcycle pulled up behind the cop cars and another slightly psychotic blonde got off it.

"Ryou what are you doing here?" The blonde blinked at the other boy, tucking his helmet under his arm.

"Was that Marik?" Malik nodded, "Oh well I was just dropping Bakura off here…and oh no…" Ryou got quiet all of a sudden and glanced back towards the Asylum. Malik noticed this and looked slightly worried; walking up to the other he put his hand on the boy's forehead, sure he knew the boy wasn't ill, but he used every chance he had to touch him.

"Why are you 'oh no'ing?" Malik cocked his head to the side, Ryou sighed and ran a hand threw his white hair.

"Yami, Bakura and now Marik are all stuck inside the same building, for I'm guessing a rather long period of time…"

"Well…hell..., So…Ryou do you want to come over?" Ryou gave Malik a blank look, all of they're yami's could get into a bloody three way fight to the death and the blonde Egyptian was hitting on him.

"Sorry Malik, I told Yuugi I would call him when I got home, and then probably go see him." Malik's lavender eye twitched slightly as he gave a fake smile, he knew Ryou had feeling for the other boy.

"Why don't you call him from my house and he can come over too?" Ryou seemed to think for a second, before smiling and nodding.

'Damn twerp…no must not think like that, Yuugi is my friend…' Malik just smiled before getting back on his bike, even if his mind was a battle ground at the moment. He saw Ryou get in his car before he sped off himself.

Now just in case you were wondering about the 'three way war', you might think 'well wouldn't Marik and Bakura just team up, kill yami, then go have crazy S&M filled sex?' Well no, now Bakura did go over to Marik's house every once in awhile, but that was usually just to get some time away from Ryou, because honestly when the two yami's weren't destroying something, they could barely stand each other, which is exactly why sticking three pissed off yami's in a building with no way out, when they all already hate each other would not be a good thing, I'm talking like end of the world sort of thing here.

------Marik's point of view-----

I glanced around, my feet were cuffed and I was wearing a straight jacket, apparently I was to much trouble or some shit, anyway like I was saying, I was looking around the room, it was officially my room, but I had a feeling I would be spending a fair amount of quality time here, it was a padded room, Oh come on…who didn't see that one coming. I heard a few locks being undone to the door to the room, and low and behold a woman walked in, a guard followed her in, he was carrying a chair, great I have a feel I'm going to get a little chat, and there's nothing I can do, so I just glared at her from across the room, from my spot in the corner.

"Hello mister Ishtar, do you know why you're here?" Bitch, I sneered at her, I could see the smallest inkling of fear in her eyes. Good.

"Gee I don't know, did I push one to many old women down the escalator?" I spat out at her. If they think the can shove me in this little fucking room and get away with it they're highly mistaken, how I wish I could rip some of the padding off the walls and shove it down her ugly fucking throat. She gave a nervous sort of chuckle.

"Partly, that is why the cops brought you here, but I believe there is a bigger problem at hand, from what I can tell so far, and from your record, and statements from your family you seem to have a violence problem." I smirked at her.

"No I don't have any violence issues, here just let me out of this jacket and I'll show how…kind I can be." The woman smiled again, I hate it when people don't properly fear me.

"Well, I've come in here rather late, my last meeting went slightly longer then before, so I should be going now. But first from what I could tell in this short period, is that you mister Ishtar are a Sadist, most likely a Narcissistic Sadist." I raised an eyebrow at her, I hadn't been in this world very long, nor did I pay attention to it much, my only real focus was killing off Yami and ruling the world, like how many other people? But my point is I didn't know as many of they're new phrases.

"That Ishtar means you enjoy causing pain, not only does it empower you, but it most likely as in most cases is a turn on. The Narcissistic properties are a lot alike, except instead of being out for causing pain for erotic reasons, means you believe you are better then everyone else, you use people and then throw them away like they were nothing after they've served the purpose you had set for them, actually a better word for it would be a sadistic megalomaniac. Now if you'll excuse me I must go home and see my family, good day mister Ishtar, I hope you enjoy group tomorrow, sleep well." The woman stood, wait a second it was still light out, just barely but still, why was she saying sleep well? Oh hell.

No sooner had Marik thought this the security guard that had been in the room walked over to him and forced a few pills down throat, then forcing him to swallow, seeing how Marik was bound he couldn't fight back. He passed out in a matter of seconds and Mrs. Kurofuruto looked back at the sleeping blonde, and smiled, he reminded her of someone, and that very someone would be meeting him tomorrow in group; she reminded herself that she should be there to watch it.

-------Yami's point of view-----

I yawned stretching back on my little cot bed thing, I had been led to my room, and was currently just waiting, they said the shrink lady was meeting with a few other people before me, and to just sit tight. The room wasn't really all that horrible, I had a window a closet , it was kind of plain and small, and the sheets weren't the most comfortable things in the world, but from my earlier thoughts of my room being like a cave with bars it wasn't that bad. But my thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open and 2 men motioned for me to come to them, so I hopped out of bed and followed them down the hallway. We went down a flight of stairs before stopping in front of an office. The taller, smarter looking man told me to go in and have a seat; I just nodded and walked in.

"Hello Mister Mutou, have a seat. Now sir, do you know why you are here?" I groaned slightly, this has been an extremely long day.

"I have been told I have…'ego' problems, it apparently was bothering my friends and family, so I came here when Yuugi asked me to." She just smiled at me, was that a good sign? Oh now she's writing something down…

"I see, I'm glad you're being so open mister Mutou, honestly my last two patients weren't so open." I nodded slightly not really paying attention.

"Well Mutou, may I call you Yami?" I gave a nod," Tell me a little about yourself and lets see if we can work this out, I'm sure you will want to see your friends and family as soon as possible" I was told before I left for here a back story, one that didn't involve me not remembering about being a pharaoh 3000 years ago…

"Okay well, I came from a wealthy family in Egypt, we had servants and were the main power of a village, But the part of the Nile we were near dried up, people from the village left but not before an angry man killed my mother and father, afterwards I found out I had a half brother here in Japan, and came to live with him and his grandfather and mother. I soon got good at a game; I can easily say I am the best. That on the other hand doesn't agree well with some, I've had a few people actually try and kill me." I said confidently, when I looked at the woman she was writing down something.

"Well Yami, from what ive heard so far, you have a slight unintentional narcissistic personality, and a few paranoid delusions." I almost visibly gaped at the woman? Narcissistic! Paranoid!

"I am not a narcissist! And I'm not paranoid! Bakura and Marik have really tried to kill me! And my friends!" I stood up, ugh I hate this, I am the best duelist, and I actually like myself, it's like if you don't like yourself enough you have low self esteem and if you like yourself to much you're egotistical. Wait a second; she looked up at me for a second from her booklet she had been writing in.

"Who is Bakura or Marik? What do they look like? Are they in this room right now?" My eye twitched; here I thought I might actually get along with this woman.

"No, Bakura is a no good thief with white hair, he's insane! And Marik, well he's more insane then Bakura! And he doesn't even have a reason to be!" I was still shouting, I know this, I know a lot of things, being a former Pharaoh (whether I remember it or not) I know all. And I'm not egotistical!

"I see, well Yami as you can see outside its already dark, and I must get home. Oh and you wont be going to Group tomorrow, why don't you take tomorrow to rest, maybe go for a swim." I raised an eyebrow; they had a pool in an asylum?

"Well go on, Sawamura and Hiraiwa will escort you back to your room and give you some pills, they're just sleeping pills so you can rest better on your first night here. Good night Yami." I nodded my head at her, I had a slightly dazed feeling, yet still walked out of the room, and followed the two men who were waiting back to his room, I opened my door and shut it behind me, and fell onto my bed, reaching over I popped some pills into my mouth and took the water that was next to it. Before I knew it I was falling asleep.

I have a feeling therapy will be worse then I thought.

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End of chapter.

Boogie: Oh my god that took me forever…longest chapter ever! I know 4000 words isn't much too some people, but I'm goddamned lazy. Anyway, hope you liked it, I tried so hard to get the disorders right..;;..

Kurofuruto: Her name means black old wisteria (just cause I thought it sounded cool) Now I know there are…tons of people who hate shrinks, Ive had one I couldn't stand, ive also had one that was probably the nicest lady ive ever met. Kurofuruto isn't meant to be liked or disliked, she is really just there to move the story along, and obviously the yami's don't like her though. If anyone is curious as to why I didn't put Yami into Group like I did for the other two it's because Kurofuruto figured out they didn't like each other, and it would probably be like flinging 3 tomcats into a bag and spraying them down with a hose. So Marik and Bakura will meet in the next chapter, Yami won't meet them for a little while, but he will know they are there before he sees them.

Sawamura: His name means Swamp Village…because it sounds funny. Now he's just there to move the story along also, he is not a bad guy…right now, who knows what I might make him do later on...heh...X3

Hiraiwa: His name means flat rock, because he's an idiot. He doesn't have really anything to do with the story.

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