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'There my little rat, don't cry,'

'You don't have to be scared, but you are. Aren't you?'

'Don't worry, in due time I'll make sure you come back home. Home where you belong,'

After hearing those words uttered through the lips of my 'god', only then would he leave that room. And the minute after I heard his footsteps soften away from the door, I would allow myself to bliss. The bliss of peace, a world that was surely better than the one that I had been exposed to. One where I could only hear the sound of my heart beating, and my shallow, labored breaths.

But being destiny's lab rat, would not allow me to have that much freedom before being thrown back into a golden cage; one that was a false facade to cover up each torture given to me.

II

"Are you sure he'll be alright Hatori-san?"

"I'm not sure this time Hatsuharu-kun," This time, the damage done to the precious rat of the zodiac was devastating. The only way doctor was able to calm him down after the memory erasing had been completed was with a strong sedative. Unfortunately the dosage of the medicine had been enough for the silver haired teen to be lulled into a dreamless state for the past two days. While Hatori had made sure that his physical wounds had been addressed and healing nicely, he wasn't too sure about the effect the beating had done to his mental state. When he had found the boy, he was trembling and unresponsive to anyone in the room. The last thing he had witnessed before he had given the strong dosage was the boy screaming out.

"STOP! Leave me alone!" The pale hands had been gripping the tendrils of silver hair tightly, almost enough to make the boy's scalp bleed. The doctor had reached out gently to the boy in a hope to calm him down, but failed. The silver haired teen flinched away from the touch and screamed out:

"Please go away Akito!" The scream had died down at the end and ended up sounding like a tired plea. Hatori was surprised at the fact that Yuki had believed him to be Akito and he tried speaking this time. Maybe, by hearing his voice would calm him down enough.

"Yuki, Akito is gone. You can relax now," He saw that the teen's grip had loosened on his hair momentarily before becoming tense again. He started shaking his head.

"NO! YOUR LYING AKITO! GO AWAY. Please," The young man sighed. Seeing how Yuki would not be calming down anytime soon, he took a large syringe filled with sedative. Pushing the needle into Yuki's right arm, he waited. He saw the hand fall from his scalp and Yuki's whole body droop down into the doctors awaiting arms. The boy certainly had some bad wounds; scattered whip marks and from the bruise forming on the left side of the teen, a cracked rib. He shook those gruesome thoughts away and stared at the boy's now relaxed figure. A breathing mask covered his face, and various wires were placed on different places of his body. Hatsuharu had taken the opportunity to watch over the sleeping boy, and had not spoken for the past two days after he heard the news. When he did speak, it surprised Hatori.

"He'll go back to school soon right?" He didn't see the dual haired teen moved when he spoke and moved closer.

"Possibly, if he wakes up," He saw Hatsuharu's tensing of the shoulders and after a pregnant pause he saw the boy turn harshly to him.

"WHAT IF HE DOESN'T?" Tears had sprung up from the ox and then he continued, "WHAT IF HE DOESN'T HATORI! WHAT IF HE DOESN'T WAKE UP?!" The doctor refused to say anything knowing that the teen was in pain right now.

"I don't know what I'll do," He heard the boy trail of before, he heard the slamming of the door. Taking the initiative to start looking up files, he took out a small silver key from his coat pocket. He moved to the other side of the patient bed, and bent down. He moved away a thin piece of white cloth and revealed a black file cabinet. Putting the key in its place and turning it until he heard a click, he shuffled through various folders. Pulling out a strangely thick one, he opened it and stared at the pale figure lying in the bed. He had told Shigure that he needed to monitor that Yuki had been eating enough and to stop smoking whenever Yuki was around. Apparently he would be needing to remind a certain dog tomorrow morning. He wrote down a quick note to himself and pondered at the handwriting. Constantly Ayame and Shigure would tease him about how messy his handwriting was and the fact that he was a doctor.* Unknowingly to them, he took great care in writing each patients name neatly. But, right now he wrote this note as neatly as possible and stuck it in the file before returning it back to the cabinet.

After he had locked up the file cabinet, he stepped outside and closed the door carefully. He stood there for the longest time before taking out a cigarette and lighter. Sometimes, moments like this were surpisingly peaceful. To an outsider, it would seem as if everything in the world was calm. To those who knew the truth, they could sense something was wrong. As if a rubber band had been stretched to its greatest elasticity, and was ready to break in half. And in the mind of the zodiac rat, that rubber band had been stretched numerous times and had broken. Unlike a mirror, it was broken instead of shattered. It had the chance to be melded back together again versus being shattered, which had no chance of being fixed. This time, the doctor was not so entirely sure about that.

II

"Apparently Hatori-san tells me that you won't wake up,"

That voice.

The voice of my jailor...

... My god...

...My torturer...

...The one who I hated the most...

"But, we both know that isn't true. You'll wake up. Don't worry Yuki-kun. I won't hinder your learning," And then a laugh. A cold, heartless laugh. Suddenly he stopped, and then I felt a cold palm caress my cheek.

"You'll see the people that betrayed you so much. They didn't even enjoy your company enough to save you. What a shame," When I heard the door close softly, I bolted up. A felt a sharp pain on my left side and clutched that tightly. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the room's bright light. A few moments had passed until I finally noticed that a breathing mask covered the bottom portion of my face.

'Then how did Akito touch my cheek? Was he even in the room? Or was he a mirage?' Confused I sat there for the longest time before I noticed the sky outside was a dark purple color. Had I truly been unconsciously for that long? I sighed tiredly and eased my arm away from my aching side. Although I had only been awake for the time span of around fifteen minutes, I was drained. Maybe this time, I could wake up to a different scene. A place much more beautiful than this...

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Hopefully this chapter makes up for the ugliness of the last chapter. I actually like this chapter a lot more than the other one. For some reason. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though there wasn't much dialogue. ^^ Critiques, comments, flames, bricks, pocky, legos, you know where to send them.

*There's this little joke about how most doctor's have sloppy handwriting. I myself can vouch for that because countless times I've been told how messy my doctor's handwriting is whenever I get a prescription.