No Hope

Chapter Two

Summary: Ryou is going a bit loony. So, he ends up the Mental Hospital, Pine Rest. A very Christian orientated environment, he is rather more or less shocked when he hears the outburst of "Ra Damn It, You Bitch!" from one of the rooms during journaling.

Notes: This is NOT AU, alternate universe. Names have been altered to Ryou Takeya and Bakura Yono. Please don't steal their last names, they're borrowed from OCs of mine in my original novel, Pictures of You. Based on real life experience, though I've never been inpatient and never experienced "Code Red" or whatever you want to call it. Rated Teen for sexual implications, slight light yaoi-ness and of course, swearing. Part One of the Insanity Trilogy. The Poem was mine, you take without permission, you DIE. Thank you, and have a nice day.

Chapter Only Notes: Take the Entwined comment as you will. (Yaoi-loving grin)

x-Begin-x

His eyes...

Ryou glanced at where there should be a window, and imagined he could see the sunrise.

They had yelled at him seven times to go to sleep. He had tried until well past midnight. Then he'd given up, and decided to stare out the window. The one that wasn't there, that is.

But his eyes...

Yes, Ryou had seen these eyes before. Sharp, penetrating, crimson eyes burning with rage and hatred. But the eyes he saw were different.

They were confused.

They were cold.

They were distant.

They were planning something.

They were lost.

And worst of all, they were watching him.

Yes, Ryou had seen these eyes before, but he had seen them as an outsider. This time, he had, dare he say it; Interacted. Not the way most people considered it, but he had. These eyes he saw were different.

"Lost..."

How could he look so soft? So innocent? So kind? Hadn't he just heard Bakura cursing the staff to hell and back?

No, this man would do worse than curse the staff.

Ryou shuddered, and pulled the blankets around himself. The piercing silence was starting to scare him.

A stirring in the back of his mind. Ryou looked away from his imaginary window.

Slowly, he stood, and walked to his door, and peered out.

There, just like before, was the boy, Bakura, staring out at him. They had moved him to the room across the hall after he had destroyed his room last evening.

His eyes no longer looked lost. They were the same; Sharp, penetrating, crimson eyes burning with rage and hatred.

And yet...

He could still picture the other eyes.

Ryou opened his door carefully.

xXx

Still wrapped in his sheet, Ryou stood before Bakura's door and watched him. Bakura's face held a very neutral expression, but there was indeed great hatred in his eyes.

Ryou reached one hand out from under the sheet, and Bakura watched as he tried the handle.

Operative word? Tried.

It was locked. Ryou frowned- why would they lock Bakura in and not him? The man through the window, was shaking. Ryou frowned deeper. Where was Bakura's blanket?

"I tried to strangle myself," came the muffled voice. Ryou jumped, and the boy smirked. "Well, the doors aren't soundproof, duh."

"B-but... I..." Ryou gasped, as Bakura licked a dangerously sharp canine.

"But you what?" Bakura said smugly. Ryou was terrified, whether this man was behind a locked door or not. Yet also, he was fascinated.

"Nothing," Ryou said hurriedly, and scuttled back to his room. The last thing he saw before he climbed into bed was Bakura, frowning after him.

xXx

'That certainly was strange,' Bakura thought, walking back to his bare bed. 'I was so... afraid of him. And yet he was so meek...'

xXx

It was morning, and time for more journaling. Ryou was sitting at one of the tables, writing whatever random words came to his mind. It made him feel better.

The nice Nurse, Nancy, opened the door to suite twelve, where Bakura was now staying, down the hall a bit from Ryou. Ryou stopped to watch.

"Okay, Bakura, are you ready to do morning journaling or are you going to skip breakfast again today?" she asked in a bored voice.

'How out of character,' Ryou thought dully.

"FOR THE LAST BLOODY TIME, I CAN'T WRITE!" Bakura screamed, and in seconds Nancy had the door shut and Bakura was glaring out at her through the window.

"Then let one of us help you," she said calmly. Bakura growled.

"I just want to go-" he stopped, and spotted Ryou watching him. Instantly he relaxed. He was still watching Ryou when he spoke up next. "I want one of the other patients to help me."

"Please, you'll kill them," Nancy said, unimpressed. He scowled, tearing his eyes from the deer-in-headlights stare of Ryou.

"I promise by my Gods, that I shall not harm him," Bakura said. 'I'm not particularly religious, so this wasn't exactly binding, but these lunatics that have captured me seem quite obedient to their gods,' Bakura added mentally.

"Really?" Nancy said, unconvinced. "Him? Do you have someone in mind?"

"Yes. He's a self-proclaimed writer," Bakura added, wondering 'How do I know this?'

"Well, in that case," Nancy looked thoughtful. "No."

Before Bakura had a chance to lunge at her and strangle her, Ryou stood, and caught Bakura's eye.

Slowly, the pale teen walked over. Nancy was too puzzled by the fact that Bakura hadn't hit the door trying to attack her yet to notice Ryou.

'He looks like a Broken Angel...' Bakura thought.

Ryou came close and gently spoke up. "Um, Miss, Nancy?" he breathed. She jumped and turned to him.

"Yes?" she sighed, breathing heavy, holding her heart. For a second she thought Bakura had escaped again.

"I would like to help him, Miss," Ryou said softly, looking straight through her brown eyes. She ran a hand through that dark hair of hers.

"Now, please, Takeya, he is very dangerous. I mean, he'd be in the criminally insane ward if he wasn't only seventeen. He's a maniac, Takeya, and-"

She broke off, sensing the intense gaze of Bakura.

'Only seventeen? I'm nineteen...' Ryou thought. "Well, I don't mind, because he just promised to not hurt me-"

"-He's broken promises before-"

"-Not this one," Ryou and Bakura said in unison. It created the strangest effect, as their voices merged into one, and Ryou gasped and covered his mouth.

xXx

"Please, don't-" Ryou gasped. The man leered at him, smirk evident even in his tone. Ryou could not make out his face, yet it seemed so familiar.

The figure slammed him against the wall, and Ryou gasped. "And it's 'Please', Light says, 'don't', Light says. What is he going to do?"

xXx

Nancy looked at him for a moment, and Ryou relaxed. Gently, he took her hand in his scarred one. She seemed uncomfortable.

"Please, don't- don't take this away from me. A chance to help, to get better..." Ryou used his pleading eyes, though subconsciously.

Nancy sighed, and pulled away, and opened Bakura's door. Bakura, glaring at Ryou, stepped out, and crossed his arms. He rubbed his skin with his fingers, hoping to feel the stitches that weren't there.

"Now, you two," she began, walking towards the supply closet. "Will work at one of the tables, and you will be very quiet so as to not disturb the others. You will help each other and you will, ah, I guess, behave." She glanced at them, still standing by Bakura's door, and her breath caught.

White hair, spiking, pale skin, smooth as silk, deeply outlined eyes, brown and red, they were mirror images of each other. The only difference, was that Bakura was wilder- his hair was silver and unkempt, his eyes sharp, and crimson. Ryou, on the other hand, looked soft and gentle.

The unbidden image of them entwined appeared in the forefront of Nancy's mind.

Nancy ignored it, pointing to a nearby table, where she set down the paper and pencils. Ryou glanced nervously at Bakura. 'He's so strange, so foreign...' and walked to the table. Bakura huffed, and followed.

The pair sat down. Bakura stared at the table, arms still crossed. Ryou arranged the paper in a scattered mess, then picked up one of the pencils and pulled a sheet toward him.

"Okay," Ryou whispered softly, "would you like to tell me why you can't write?"

"Forgot," Bakura said dully, still fingering his arm. He wanted to feel those stitches.

Ryou blinked and looked at him. This was a mistake- he got so wrapped up in this boy's eyes, he couldn't move.

They looked the same.

They were confused.

They were cold.

They were distant.

They were planning something.

They were lost.

And worst of all, they were watching him.

xXx

This boy, this creature, whatever he is. He has been haunting my sleep. I cannot let this continue...

and yet...

He has the most beautiful eyes...

xXx

Ryou tore away and stared hard at the paper. "Would you like me to remind you?" Ryou asked.

xXx

'Of what?' Bakura thought. 'Of the dreams? Of this past we seem to have? Even I don't remember.'

xXx

Ryou placed a scarred hand on top of Bakura's. Bakura felt the stitches then- this boy had slit his palm open.

"How to write. Would you like to write?"

Bakura pulled away, and huffed. "Only because I have to," he said, his back to Ryou. Ryou looked at him longingly for a moment, then smiled.

"You always have to write- it just can't stay inside of you- it must come out, or you will die."

"Fuck off."

Ryou frowned. 'Something's bothering him...' Ryou thought dully. The teen placed his hand on Bakura's shoulder. "Is something wrong?"

There it was again. Those eyes. Sharp, penetrating, crimson eyes burning with rage and hatred. But no, there was something else.

Pain.

xXx

"Hello, my name is Ryou Bakura-"

xXx

Ryou pulled away at the same time Bakura did. Nether looked at the other for what seemed like forever. 'I think I'm going more insane...'

Bakura turned Ryou to look at the paper, but gently because of the stitches. Slowly, softly, he rubbed his hand up and down the boy's arm. Ryou whimpered, and he pulled away.

They had shared that vision, hadn't they?

Bakura placed the pencil in Ryou's hand.

"First line," he said, voice hollow of emotions. "My name is Ryou Bakura."

Hesitantly, Ryou wrote this down.

"Now, Takeya," Bakura said, adopting Nancy's name for Ryou. It didn't seem right. "Next line. 'I am the Thief King', and be sure to skip a line before that one."

Ryou followed his instructions numbly. What he was writing hurt- it really hurt. His head was beginning to pound.

"Last line for today, got it? Then we can write on the journal topic or what-fucking-ever," Bakura paused. "I am the Darkness. The Darkness never Dies."

Ryou wrote it down. Bakura took the paper, folded it up, and held it in his lap. Ryou noticed Bakura had no pockets.

Ryou looked at him. Bakura frowned. Ryou's head still pounded. Bakura's mind was aching.

"What's your REAL name, Takeya?"

"R-ryou."

"Hm... You look more like 'Hikari' to me."

Ryou shuddered. "And yours?" he asked..

"Bakura."

xXx

"My name is Ryou Bakura, and I will not be controlled."