IT SNOWED! YAY! But I didn't get off school… Not yay.

OMFG! Have you all read volume 10 (of Yugioh manga of course)! (squeals) It's so full of angsty wonderfulness! I LOVE IT! Yami no Yugi's all like, "But I don't need to find my memory, I just want to be with you forever." And Yugi's all like "I want to be with you forever." AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! (dies from bliss) I must say I like the manga soooooooooooo much better than the anime. You get cool lines like Yami no Yugi saying "my aibou has no fashion sense". Ooooo! And Yami no Bakura shows and all and says to Yugi, "No, no, I'm your friend now. Really I am!" and insults Otogi and his father, "Rot and die, old man!" (dies again) HOT! Yeah, so go out and buy volume 10, RIGHT NOW! Of course read my wondrous story first. Why? Because is freaking AWESOME, that's why!

Of course technically, volume 10 is supposed to be volume 17 but those damn people at Shounen Jump divided the whole Yugioh series into three different lables for no reason at all. Weirdos.

I'll stop talking now.

No chairs were harmed during the writing of this chapter.

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Chyaputa 7: Brain Control

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Neither Otogi nor Honda was there to welcome Jounouchi back from the hospital room. Maybe Jounouchi had been a little harsh that day after the accident but he had thought that at least Honda would have forgiven him by now. Jounouchi grumbled to himself, cursing his so-called friends and himself for driving them away. Now a pair of crutches was the only thing that helped him hobble slowly down the white halls to his room, his cast swinging heavily. As he limped he heard a commotion coming from down the corridor. He stumbled forward and saw a group of guards surrounding the doorway to his room.

"What the hell?" he groaned, the last thing he needed right now was more trouble.

"Get your filthy hands off my computer!" a voice screeched. It was so strained and high pitched, for a second Jounouchi couldn't recognize it.

"Kaiba?" Jounouchi wondered moving closer to the doorway. He tapped the nearest guard on the shoulder. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing important, we'll be out of your way in a moment," the guard explained. Another guard walked out of the room, carrying Kaiba's very expensive laptop computer in his arms. Jounouchi peeked in and saw three more guards desperately trying to restrain the furious Kaiba, his neat brown hair unusually disheveled.

"That's Kaiba Corporation property! You can't take that away from me!" the normally stoic teenage screamed struggling to reach his computer. The guards shoved Kaiba back onto his bed and began to file out of the room.

"And what are you going to do about it?" one of the guards teased fingering his back cattle prod. "You're not snug in your rich daddy's house anymore, boy. In here, arrogant snobby brats don't always get what they want." The rest of the guards laughed with him as they exited out of the room. Jounouchi cautiously approached the threshold to his dorm. His brown eyes fell on Kaiba, still radiating with hatred.

Kaiba pulled himself up from his bed, shaking. He grabbed the nearest chair and, with a roar of frustration, smashed it against the wall.

'Kaiba's scary…' Jounouchi thought stunned, stumbling backwards in surprised.

"Geez, it's just a computer, Kaiba," he muttered hobbling into the room. Kaiba's fierce blue eyes turned on him.

"Don't make me break your other leg," he threatened darkly.

"Hey! Don't hurt the crippled person!" Jounouchi exclaimed finally dropping onto his bed. Kaiba scoffed and looked away, still angry. Jounouchi stood his crutches up against the wall and pulled his heavy cast onto the bed, hissing with pain. Kaiba just stood there staring at the floor, his face shadowed. Jounouchi glared at him.

"Why do you always have to act like a jerk?" Jounouchi said darkly. "You know what? I'm glad that damned computer is gone. Maybe now I can finally get some rest from your continuos typing."

Kaiba snorted. "You don't understand anything…"

"Oh, I see. Acting like you're the tragic victim now," Jounouchi taunted nastily. "I hate people like you, always acting like you're better than everyone. Well, guess what, Kaiba? You're not! You're insane, just like everyone else! There are a whole lot of people in this hospital that deserve to get out sooner than you," he grumbled, lying back on his pillows, glowering at Kaiba.

Kaiba let out a low sinister snarl. "You're wrong," he answered. "I was not sent here because I'm insane."

"Oh yeah," Jounouchi sneered. "Then please tell me, why are you in here?"

"I don't need to explain myself to you," scoffed Kaiba as he turned away to walk out the door. Jounouchi sat up, and placed his good foot in Kaiba's path.

"Try me," he challenged, golden brown eyes narrowing. "I have nothing else to do today and I certainly can't think you're even more of an ass than I do now." Kaiba glared at his roommate. Jounouchi grinned smugly back at him.

"You want to know?" Kaiba asked darkly. The blonde nodded. "I killed my father," he answered. Jounouchi was certainly not expecting that response.

"What!" he exclaimed staring at Kaiba with shock now. "You killed…"

'I knew he was homicidal!' Jounouchi thought franticly.

"My stepfather actually," Kaiba corrected himself mildly. "Now if you don't mind…" he continued stepping over Jounouchi's foot.

"Hold on!" Jounouchi lurched forward and grabbed the white sleeve of Kaiba's hospital shirt. "If you killed someone, shouldn't you be in jail?" he questioned rudely.

"Technically yes, but my lawyers convinced the jury that I was insane at the time of the murder and they gave me a lesser sentence in this hell hole," Kaiba answered casually.

"No matter how much power you have, you can't just bend the law whenever you feel like it!" Jounouchi exclaimed furiously. "That's illegal!"

"That's society," Kaiba said coolly with an icy stare at his roommate.

"You bastard scum!" Jounouchi snarled. His loathing for Kaiba and frustrated that he couldn't get up to wrap his hands around the other teen's throat was getting him very angry. "You can't get away with killing innocent people!" Jounouchi spat nastily.

"Innocent!" Kaiba exclaimed in disgust, furious blue eyes turning on the blonde. "That man was tyrant! He was trying to kill us! Using me and the technology that I created to fatten his own greasy pockets! Threatening to send Mokuba away if I didn't do my work for him!"

Jounouchi started. "Wait, who's Mokuba?" he asked curiously. For the first time, the prideful Kaiba suddenly faltered.

"N-none of your business!" he snarled, and tried to get passed Jounouchi once again. Jounouchi pulled himself up on his good leg and put himself between Kaiba and the door.

"Who is Mokuba?" Jounouchi asked again firmly, staring eye to eye at Kaiba.

Kaiba immediately reclaimed his cool indifferent expression. "He's my little brother. I left him in charge of Kaiba Corporation while I was in here. My sentence was only supposed to last for a year, but I've been trapped here for three." He cold eyes narrowed, his voice turning harsh and angry. "Recently one of my outside contacts found large sums of money being transferred into the hospital under the name of my enemies! They're trying to keep me here so they can control my brother and take over my company! That laptop was my only contact with Mokuba!" Jounouchi stared in awe at this spontaneous explanation. Kaiba looked up and glared at his roommate. Jounouchi had never seen him so uncomfortable before.

"Go ahead, say something, anything, I don't care!" Kaiba spat angrily, turning away. "When I get out of here I'll make those bastards pay for trying to hurt my brother!"

"We all have our secrets," Jounouchi said coolly, reclaiming his own calm before Kaiba could.

"That bastard deserved to die. He tortured my brother and me for years!" Kaiba snarled, glaring at the floor, red faced with anger.

"You're not the only one with problems, Kaiba," Jounouchi scoffed coldly back. "Think about all the other people in here who have family members missing them! And you don't see them making up stories to just to make themselves feel better about being here!" Jounouchi scoffed. Kaiba grabbed Jounouchi by the front of his shirt and threw his head against the wall behind him.

"I do not make up stories!" he snarled, breathing heavily. Jounouchi's head was throbbing and his leg, which was twisted at a very bad angle, was screaming with pain. He had to screw his face up to stop himself from crying out.

"Y-you going to kill me too?" he asked, voice strained with the pain. "Will that help you get out of here faster?" Kaiba hesitated and then his face relaxed into its regular stony complexion. He let Jounouchi go.

"No, it wouldn't," he answered reluctantly.

'Man, that was too close!' Jounouchi exclaimed silently, rubbing the back of his head, 'I thought he really was going to KILL me!'

"Not that it wouldn't be satisfying…" Kaiba added coldly.

"You jerk!" Jounouchi growled. "With all you fucking anger problems maybe you deserve to be in here! Ever think of that jackass?" Jounouchi spat. Kaiba glared at him harshly but didn't answer. His gaze suddenly drifted away, staring off into space.

"Three years…" It was barely above whisper but Jounouchi's ear caught it. Kaiba wasn't even paying attention to him anymore; he was too lost in his own thoughts.

'He may be an asshole,' Jounouchi thought reluctantly, glaring at his roommate. 'But he does really seem to care for his brother.'

"There could be worse things," Jounouchi said grudgingly, not looking at him. "I have a little sister too. She must be… 13 or 14 by now, but I haven't seen her since I was 8. My parents are separated and when my mother left she took my sister with her. At least you'll still have your brother, when you get out of here."

Kaiba scoffed. "If we ever do get out of here…" Jounouchi sighed, for once agreeing with his roommate. Mutual silence filled the room, a gloom of hopeless despair connecting the two minds together.

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"How are you doing today, Yugi?" Ishtar asked as the patient walked into the psychiatry room the next day. Yugi smiled nervously.

"I'm fine," he answered slightly distracted. Ishtar watched curiously as Yugi's eyes wandered around the room, flickering from one wall to the next as though he was searching for something. Ishtar also noticed a change had come over Yugi's behavior since their session the day before. She watched Yugi suspiciously as he sat down in chair in front of her.

"Have you been sleeping well?" she asked mildly as she shuffled papers on her desk distractedly.

"Oh yes, very well," Yugi answered. Yugi hadn't heard from his mysterious other personality since the night before, most of him still believed he had imagined the whole conversation.

Ishtar eyed him strangely again. "Are you alright, Yugi?" Yugi jumped, purple eyes finally coming to focus on the doctor.

"Oh me? Yes, yes, I'm fine!" he answered nervously. "Why?"

"Nothing, you just seem, I don't know, more energized today," she answered. "So have you thought about what we talked about yesterday?" she asked.

"Yes," Yugi answered firmly. Ishtar again looked surprised.

"And what are you feelings on the matter?" she asked, placing the papers aside and giving Yugi her full attention. Yugi paused, contemplating how to word his answer.

"I don't know if it's this disorder that is making me act this way or not," Yugi answered truthfully. "I don't really understand this disorder at all. Its all so confusing."

Ishtar looked disappointed. "Is there anything I can do to help you to understand it better?" she asked.

"Well actually, I was hoping to ask for a favor," Yugi continued nervously, eyes shifting over her shoulder. "Could I…" he hesitated. "I want to meet the other patients with my disorder," he said firmly.

The doctor was shocked. "You want to what?"

"I want to see if they have experiences like mine. There is something that I need find out for myself that I cannot see within me… that I think you wouldn't understand," Yugi explained almost apologetically. "If I could just talk to one of them maybe it would help-"

"I don't think so, Yugi," the doctor answered firmly.

"But Ishtar-sensei-" Yugi protested. Ishtar held up her hand to silence him.

"Those two are much different than you," she explained. "They are very dangerous and have no control over their actions. Their emotions are totally unstable, it would be suicide to go in there."

"But Ishtar-sensei, maybe I could reason with them-"

"Reason with them?" she asked rising a dark eyebrow skeptically. "I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation, Yugi. These… patients cannot be reasoned with. I have been trying for over five years. You're only in the early stages of this sickness, soon you'll be just as unreachable as those two."

"But you're not even giving them a chance!" Yugi cried, standing up and leaning across the table toward the doctor in his urgency. "Maybe I can relate to them differently than you can because I'm a patient. Maybe I get them to tell me things they wouldn't tell you," Yugi pleaded. The doctor hesitated.

"They are very dangerous, Yugi," she repeated urgently. "You would be putting you're life on the line."

"I just want to help," Yugi answered. The doctor hesitated for a long moment, blue eyes studying Yugi scrupulously. She stopped the tape recorder on the table then stood and unplugged the camera on the wall. She walked over to the door and locked it then came back and sat down at the table "I could get fired for this. Hell, I could get sued for this," she muttered. "But… I'll give you a try."

"Really?" he asked stunned at her sudden change of mind.

"Like I said I've been working on this for five years," she answered finally sitting down again. "It's sad but I'm desperate…"

"Desperate?" Yugi wondered.

"I'll see what I can do fixing you up with Malik. He is a little less…" she hesitated looking for the right word. "Unpredictable than the other one. Of course this isn't really allowed so you'll only be able to see him for a short time, I'll have to sneak you in… But," she grabbed Yugi by the shoulder, forcing him to look directly into her deep blue eyes. "He is still very dangerous, Yugi! If you want to back out, that's okay with me. I do not want you getting hurt," she warned but Yugi shook his head.

"No, I want to see him for myself," Yugi answered determined.

"Alright," she answered. "I'll set a time up for tomorrow."

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Yugi's nerves were on the edge as he followed Ishtar down the corridor to the other patient's room. Even though he was trying to stay positive he still had no idea what this Malik person would act like; Ishtar hadn't given him a very good description. What if the other patient attacked him as soon as he entered the room? Why was Yugi even doing this? This was crazy! There was no way this Malik would open up to a complete stranger. Exactly what was Yugi even trying to get out of him anyhow?

There was a sudden movement over Yugi's shoulder. Yugi shot his head around but saw nothing there. He frowned deeply. Yugi swore he kept seeing something or somebody over his shoulder but every time he turned it was gone.

'Maybe I'm imagining things,' Yugi thought. 'I'm finally starting to go insane.' Ishtar typed the access code into the electric door.

"It's just beyond his observation room," he said pressing her thumb to a finger print pad. The door hummed as it slid open. It reveled a small room with a large window on the opposite wall. The three guards already in the room nodded to the doctor as they entered.

"That's him," Ishtar said pointing to the room on the other side of this window. Yugi looked in and saw a boy with platinum blonde hair in a straight jacket curled up in a corner of his padded cell but he was too far away for Yugi to get a clear look at his face.

Ishtar turned toward Yugi. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked again her voice deadly serious. Yugi nodded. The doctor sighed and then motioned for one of the guards to step forward. "You won't be totally alone of course. I'll be sending Budo in there with you, just a precaution. The other guards and I will be watching you from in here. If there is any sign of trouble we'll be in there in a second."

Yugi nodded.

I still don't think this is a good idea, the voice in his head spoke up suddenly. Yugi yelped in surprise. Ishtar looked at him curiously.

"Are you alright, Yugi?" she asked, worried.

"Yes, I'm fine," Yugi answered hastily, smiling nervously.

'Don't do that!' Yugi cried into his mind. 'You scared me!'

Sorry, the voice apologized.

'Where the hell have you been?' Yugi asked sounding more rude than he wanted to. He felt a twinge as the other personality felt hurt.

Watching, the voice answered simply.

'I'm sorry for sounding so harsh,' Yugi apologized. 'You just haven't said anything in the last three days. I'm not used to you popping up.'

It's okay, his other personality insisted. You don't have to do this, you know.

'I know but it's the only way,' Yugi said firmly.

"Yugi?" Ishtar asked, waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention.

"Oh sorry, Ishtar-sensei. I'm ready," Yugi said. She nodded uncertainly and then walked over to the door and punched in the security code. The door swished open and Yugi walked inside, looking nervously around, the nurse Ishtar had assigned to guard him stayed by the door.

"Go away!" snarled the boy in the corner, not facing his visitors. Yugi gulped and clutched desperately at his remaining courage. He stepped cautiously forward, towards the patient. "I said, leave me alone!" the patient screamed head whirling around in a whip a pale blonde hair, pale violet eyes flashing menacingly. But as his gaze landed on Yugi, the boy looked startled.

"Who are you?" he asked rudely. Yugi could see the teenager's light chocolate-ly skin in contrast to his off-white hair and lilac eyes.

"I-I'm Yugi," Yugi stumbled nervously. Malik lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why are you here?" he questioned accusingly turning fully around to face this newcomer, with much difficulty without use of his arms.

"I just…ah…" Yugi scrambled for words.

"Oh, I see," the teen taunted. "So, she's using kids to do her dirty work now, are you bitch?" Malik spat, glaring at the one-sided mirror at the end of the room. "Well, I'm not talking." He leaned back against the padded walls behind him, eyes narrowed.

"I'm not here cause of Ishtar-sensei," Yugi insisted desperately, stepping closer again. "I came on my own." Malik's eyes turned sharply on Yugi.

"Sure you did," he mocked sarcastically. "I never thought she'd stoop so low."

"But she didn't-"

"So, your name's Yugi," he interrupted rudely again.

"Ah, yeah," Yugi answered uneasily.

"Well, while you're here, you can feed me," he said smugly. It wasn't a request. Yugi stared, slightly dazed. Malik rolled his eyes and jerked his head pointedly over in the direction of a tray of food in the corner. "I was planning on starving myself to death rather than eating like a dog but since you're here," he said with a yawn, "I guess I'll let you help me." Still very confused on why he was doing this, Yugi picked up the tray of food in the opposite corner and brought it over. Malik crawled over on his knees meeting Yugi in the center of the room and opened his mouth like a bird waiting to be fed. Yugi sat down on the floor next to the other patient, picked up a piece of food from the plate and placed it in Malik's mouth.

"Man, this food tastes like shit," Malik complained, chewing with his mouth open. "I wish I could just get out of here," a tone of longing tinted his voice. Yugi paused. Malik glared at him. "Did I tell you to stop?" he growled. With a jump, Yugi quickly picked up the pace.

"How long have you been in here?" Yugi asked casually, feeding him another piece of chicken and desperately trying to fill the empty silence.

"About five years," Malik answered, chewing open mouthed on his food. "I think… actually I'm not really sure. I've never really left this room."

"Five years!" Yugi exclaimed.

'I've been here for barely a mouth…'

"Yeah it sucks," he agreed glumly. "I want rice now," he ordered, his lilac eyes seemed to glow as they stared intensely at Yugi. "And no onions," he added.

"It must be terrible to be in here, all by yourself…" Yugi said, watching Malik's face for a change of expression but Malik only stared right back at him and didn't respond.

"I got really close to escaping a few days ago," Malik said, chewing again. "I even got into the outside hallway."

"How'd you manage that?" Yugi asked interested. Malik grinned, white teeth flashing.

"I have a few tricks…" he answered mysteriously. "I even touched the door at the end of the hall but…" His voice broke into a low angry snarl. "That bitch, how dare she do that to me?" His eyes didn't leave Yugi's face. Yugi looked away but could constantly feel his pale violet orbs drilling into his skull. Those eyes made him dizzy. Yugi lifted another chopstick full of food to his mouth and Malik chewed it greedily.

"I hate her. She's the reason I'm locked in here. She's the reason I'm being tortured. I hope she dies." His eyes narrowed staring at Yugi, daring him to speak up. Yugi's head was swimming; his eyes couldn't focus on anything. He blinked twice, trying to clear his head but it didn't work.

'What's wrong with me?' Yugi asked himself.

"You can't trust her. She'll just betray you, just like she did me." Yugi blinked again and looked down at he floor, Malik's voice washing over him pleasantly like the deep tempting waves before the braking of sleep.

'I can't keep my eyes open…'

"I'm actually surprised you lasted this long…" Malik mused smugly, an impish look in his pale violet eyes. "Most would be under my control by now…"

"Control?" Yugi asked confused, eyelids growing heavy. Malik grinned mischievously.

'I don't understand…' Yugi's head nodded sleepily.

Aibou? Is there something wrong? his other personality asked urgently.

Malik leaned forward so that his face was only a few inches from Yugi's own, his glowing eyes growing larger almost engulfing Yugi entirely. "I find that with the right enforcement I can make anyone do anything I want." He grinned, eyes pouring into Yugi's own. Yugi's eyes drifted half closed.

"What… I don't…" Yugi slurred, incoherent words sliding off his tongue.

"Untie this jacket," Malik ordered firmly.

Aibou, don't do what he says, the voice instructed firmly. You have to break free. Something finally clicked together in Yugi's brain and when he looked up at Malik again, his sight was suddenly becoming clear and focused.

"No… I don't think I want to," Yugi answered. Malik growled and kicked Yugi hard in the chest knocking him over.

"No one has resisted me for that long! What the hell is wrong with you?" he cried furiously.

"I'm not quite sure what you're talking about," Yugi answered uncertainly, blinking off the last of Malik's spell. "But maybe you shouldn't be so mean to Ishtar-sensei, she's only doing her job…" Malik snarled, anger and fury rising in his face.

"YOU don't understand what that BITCH did to me!" he shouted struggling to his feet and standing above Yugi. "I trusted HER and she betrayed ME! Did that bitch tell you who she was! I bet she didn't!" he gloated, violet eyes taken over by madness.

"Tell me what?" Yugi asked sitting up.

"That she's my sister! That my full name is Malik Ishtar!" Yugi eyes widened stunned.

"Sister? You're her…?" he gaped. Malik laughed maniacally.

"And look what she did to me! Her own flesh and blood! That BITCH!" he screamed at the mirror opposite the room again.

"I'm sure she was just trying to help you," Yugi said meekly. Malik's eyes flashed dangerous and Yugi knew he had gone too far.

"GET OUT!" he shrieked. Yugi scrambled to his feet. "GET OUT!" Malik hooked a toe underneath the tray of food and kicked it at Yugi as the spiky haired teen tried to escape from the room. Yugi jumped as it hit the wall next to his hand and he scuttled franticly out of the room.

"Well, that was interesting…" Yugi gasped trying to catch his breath as the electric door swished closed behind him.

"At least you got him to eat," Ishtar-sensei muttered mildly. Yugi turned to the doctor, watching her brother throw a tantrum inside his cell.

"Ishtar-sensei," Yugi began but Ishtar shook her head, sighing.

"Leave the questions for tomorrow Yugi, I have to things to do right now," she said simply, turning away. "Budo, please show Yugi back to his room."

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Yugi sat on his cot, his chin resting on top of his knees, arms wrapped around his legs. He stared at the floor, a feeling of depression eroding his stomach. He could feel his other self watching him from the depths of his mind.

That was an interesting visit, the voice commented. Yugi snorted softly.

"We didn't see his other personality though," Yugi pointed out dully. The other personality silently agreed.

Is there something wrong, Aibou? the voice asked sounding concerned. You haven't saidmuch since we got back.

"I'm fine…" Yugi answered flatly. For some reason he really didn't feel like talking anymore.

You did a brave thing, trying to help him, his other personality said trying to cheer Yugi up. Yugi didn't answer. You know, you can always talk to me right? Yugi nodded solemnly. Yugi knew the other personality wasn't very convinced but he kept quiet, not sure what to say. The silence stretched painfully between them again.

"I'm going to meet the other patient tomorrow," Yugi said suddenly.

His other self hesitated. I don't think that would be a very good idea…

"Why not?" Yugi snapped. His companion hesitated.

Didn't you hear Ishtar? She said he was even more dangerous than Malik! I don't want you to get hurt, aibou.

"I wasn't hurt," Yugi argued back.

You could have been, the voice answered rather sharply. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you… His voice suddenly softened. Yugi glared down at the floor and didn't say anything for a while. Something like anger was heating up inside him, a pressure like a splitting head ache.

"Who are you?" Yugi asked, his voice quiet.

What do you mean? the voice asked, off balanced at this abrupt question.

"I mean, who are you, really? You must know something about yourself. Where did you come from? Do you have a name?" Yugi questioned, his forehead against his knees, hiding his face from the world. The other personality didn't know what to say.

I don't know… he answered honestly. I don't know where I came from. I don't remember having a name…

"You don't know… anything?" asked Yugi almost hopelessly, his words muffled against the cloth of his hospital uniform.

All I remember is you and watching over you, the voice answered simply as if it wasn't strange at all. Yugi's hands clutched his head, covering his ears, nails digging into his scalp.

"But…" his voice suddenly thickened. "But if you don't have a memory or a name… how are you different from an illusion?" Yugi cried, tears burning his eyes. "Are you saying that I'm just talking to myself? That I'm crazy? That I'm really alone?"

Aibou… his other self protested. Yugi squeezed his eyes closed as tight as they would go.

"I wanted to believe in you so badly. Maybe that's why I didn't question your existence when we first met because I wanted to believe that I wasn't alone! But I'm just imagining you!" Salty stinging tears were leaking down his face, his hands clenched painful around his skull. "I'm just like Ishtar-sensei said! I'm crazy! How do I know if I am! I wanted to meet the others like me to see if they had companions like you so that maybe I could prove that you were real but…" He stopped with a small sob. "How can you be real…?" Yugi's throat was clogged up; he couldn't breathe.

You're right, his other personality spoke dully. I am just in your head. I am your illusion.

"Don't say things like that!" Yugi screamed. He lifted his face from his knees and his breath caught in his throat.

For a second Yugi thought someone must have put a mirror in his cell because when he looked up he thought he saw himself standing across the room, leaning against the opposite wall. Then he noticed that the figure across the room had sharp red eyes, looking deep into Yugi's own.

Yugi's mind went blank. The image itself seemed to have stopped time. Then Yugi blinked and the figure was gone.

I may be an illusion, but there's one thing that will always be true, the voice of his other self continued, words echoing in Yugi's brain. You're no longer alone, and you never will be again.

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AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! SO CUTE! So confusing…

EEEEEEEEEEE! Malik! I love you! (hugs Malik, gets stabbed in the eye with a fork) See, this is why he's in a straight jacket.

God I haven't read this in such a long time. I had to change a few things while editing it because I remembered I cut them from the plot. The Jounouchi and Kaiba stuff gets better I promise!

NEXT CHAPTER! Yugi meets the other Red Wing patient. Yep, you all know who that is. Cue flashbackie goodness!

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Or day I guess.

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