"Tsukishima!" Kei cringed at sound of his surname being called by one of the doctors. He was going around and checking off a list of things he was certain Stonebridge would be picky on. Sugawara sent him a look of sympathy as the short and orange haired doctor approached his side.

Kei looked down and noticed that the white lab coat was buttoned clumsily and that the shorter male's hair hadn't been combed, violating the standard for every doctor.

"What is it?" Kei hissed, dropping the clipboard he had been holding at his side.

"I don't exactly know, but there's some doctors asking for you at a patient's cell!" Hinata beamed.

"Shit." Kei had forgotten that he had to check up on one of the patients.

"Go, I'll take care of the rest," Sugawara smiled at him. He nodded and handed him the clipboard, sprinting down the hall and to the stairways that led to the below levels where the most dangerous patients were kept. Only the guards and four doctors, including Kei, had access to those cells at any given time. Of course other doctors were allowed access to those cells, but that was only if they had permission from those who were in charge of the wing.

The guards stared at Kei with a look of unease until one of them recognized him.

"Tsukishima-san!" The guard yelled, smiling and giving waving at a breathless Kei.

"Let me in," Kei mumbled when he reached both of the men that stood at the entrance. "I have to do something in there." Both of the men standing at their post nodded and unlocked the door with a keycard, a keycard that Kei had left in his office on accident. He nodded his thanks and walked into the dark corridor. As hypocritical as it seemed, this was the darkest part of the asylum. Not many people ventured through here, wouldn't even set foot near there. However, it was almost daily that Kei came through there. He was always being called down here, the patients always causing too much of a ruckus and making his life more difficult by causing the doctors to quit or get transferred to a more tame mental institute, like Bridgewood.

He knew exactly where to go. His first day in these corridors had petrified him, but Suga was with him and had calmed him down. He had had nightmares for over a month, but as time passed, the nightmares ceased. It was partly due to his noisy neighbor, or maybe the fact that the nightmares had dulled his emotions overtime.

It was like a maze when you looked at the floor plan. Walls that consisted of mostly empty cells and concrete floor. It wasn't a humane way of keeping their patients, but it was the way Stoneridge had suggested they do it.

He heard multiple voice coming from around the corner, a few shouts of panic and someone scolding another person. The clamor died down as soon as he turned the corner, the novice doctors in their lab coats shutting their mouths as he stalked towards them.

"Sorry I'm late," Kei muttered as he was handed a clipboard by the blonde girl, Yachi. It was the file, and he didn't understand why a bunch of newbs would have to be called down here, it was almost as if he was reliving his first day here. He opened the file he had also been handed and his breathings hitched. "Yamaguchi Tadashi," he read, looking at the door that the novices stood in front of.

"Yachi-san, do you have your key card? I seemed to have misplaced mind," he turned to the short blonde who's face had reddened as he had spoken to her. She nodded her head vigorously and hastily lent him the key. He acknowledged her action with a nod of gratitude and slid the card through the small machine. A small flash of green light granted them access to the other side of the door. They were going in deeper, where all the actual psychopaths were kept. The ones who had gone on murder sprees, the ones who slowly lost their sanity in prison, the ones who knew that there was no hope in curing them. That was what laid behind this door.

"Are you sure it's okay to expose them to this part of the wing?" Yachi asked in a combination of worry and anxiety. "It's their first day after all."

"It's best to expose them to what they'll be dealing with in the future, then they can decide for themselves if they want to stay here or transfer to shitty Bridgewood," Kei sighed, turning to look at the group of college graduates who stared back at him in fear. "Let me guess, they're scared." There wasn't a response, making Kei bark a humorless laugh. "Figures."

He walked into the corridor, Yachi walking right besides him, and the rookies following after.

"We're checking on A-0," Yachi whispered, looking up at Kei to make sure he knew which path to take.

"Alright. Do you want to do it or should I?" Kei asked her, making the small blonde flinch.

"I-I… Sure," she smiled at the ground and put her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat. She wasn't too used to talking with the patients, usually locked up in her office and managing the files of all the messed up people. Kei liked having her around because she was able to memorize almost every detail about a patient, so he didn't exactly need a file when he had Yachi with him. However, Yachi easily got flustered and gained people's attention, most of the time she was shaking with anxiety, but that's what made her a lovable associate.

Reaching the door at the end of the dark hallway, Kei gestured for her to go in front. In the time that Tadashi had been here, Yachi hadn't made any sort of contact with him. She dealt with a lot of mentally ill patients, but she had heard rumors and stories of all the doctors that had quit because of him. It was said that he broke your mind and that he could make you kill yourself with just one sentence. She'd been avoiding doing this job, but when the former doctor had quit, she had realized just how many of them had come and gone.

The short girl stepped forward and took a deep breathe. "I can do this," she whispered to herself, grabbing the key card Kei had returned to her, and sliding it through the lock. She was granted access when the lock blinked a flash of green, and she entered the room, Kei following close behind.

Both blonds cringed at the decor in the small room. The bed stood in the corner of the room, but what caught their attention was the walls, smeared with blood and all sorts of devil symbols. What stood out the most was the boy with fair skin who sat on the bloodied bed, cradling his arm.

"H-He's injured! We should call a medic!" A rookie from the group behind him cried.

"What should we do?" Yachi whispered. She hadn't yet encountered a patient who would do something like he did, bloodshot eyes and a unmistakable grin of pleasure.

"Are you the new doctor?" Yachi flinched, but smiled kindly at him, approaching him calmly.

"I advise you to pay close attention," Kei smirked in a cynical way. On the inside, he truly didn't want to come back here, but he probably would the next day. It depended on what Yachi decided since she had more knowledge about this topic than he did. She knew how to calm people down and how to treat people kindly, the opposite of him. "We won't bring you here with our guidance next time. You'll be on your own."

"I-I'm just a temporary replacement," she smiled in reply to his previous question.

"What a bummer. I was hoping I would be able to break you, just like the other one. You look beautiful, I hate that. I want to break you." Yachi was stunned, at some point even horrified, but she was determined to make some progress. In her head she encouraged herself to communicate with him, to help him, or at least make him a little bit more reasonable.

"It's only temporary, if you want you can focus on how you should break the next doctor. I'm sure they'll be better than me, and maybe even prettier," she beamed at him. He perked up and sat up straighter, he had given her his full attention. This was why Yachi was called down here with the insane patients, she could reason with them.

"No one's ever let me do what I want. Are you sure I should focus on the next one instead of you?" Tadashi smiled at her, practically beaming, and if Kei had been able to look past the mentally insane aura that surrounded him, he could have sworn that he looked normal.

"Of course! I mean, when you think about it, I'll only be here for the rest of this scheduled time and maybe even tomorrow, you won't have enough time to break me, so instead focus on the next person," Yachi smiled, pushing a loose strand of her sandy hair behind her ear as she crouched next to the bed, making sure to be leveled with how Tadashi positioned himself on the bed.

Kei noted that Yachi was shaking a bit, admiring how calm she was maintaining herself. The first thing they had learned on their first day was that they should never look weak in front of any asylum patient. They were prohibited from doing so due to the fact that if such a thing was done, the patient could very well notice and act irrationally.

"But if I may, can I ask you a few things?" Yachi asked, looking at him with a very convincing grin. The freckled boy shrugged and stared down at her, folding his bloodied hands and sighing.

"Ask away."

Yachi took out a little leather-bound notebook and a fountain pen from the pocket of her lab coat, opening in up to the next available page and starting to write out the beginning of her question before even asking it. "I advise you to do this as well," Yachi mumbled, directing it to the novices behind them, and especially at Kei who always did the exact opposite, claiming he had perfect memory and could summarize the session if needed.

"Am I just an experiment to you doctors?" Tadashi muttered, glaring at the clipboard that Kei held in his hands, the clipboard containing his file and the lies that had been told about him.

"Why would you ask that? No one here's an experiment, we're just trying to cure you so that pretty soon you can return home," the blonde smiled reassuringly. The way she said it was unbelievably convincing that Kei himself almost believed it. "N-Now, the first question I have is," she looked down at her notebook, "'What was your childhood like?'" Yachi looked up at him, awaiting a response, the sound of a few pens scribbling down her words filled the cell.

He thought for a minute before his eyes dimmed in light and he frowned. "It could have been better, I admit that, but it was fairly reasonable. I had a hard working father who dared to even bare a mistress, and an oblivious mother. She was caring I guess, but she was constantly sick and soon she lost her purpose in life. Truly saddening, complaining about not having a purpose in life while I was there comforting her. As I said before, it was a reasonable childhood," he mumbled just loud enough for Yachi to hear.

Somehow, she managed to get just about everything he had said, and was now on to her next question, but before she even could, she felt like she at least had to say something of comfort. "It must have been rough, after all you did turn out this way…" she whispered, barely audible for anyone but herself. No one heard her, and she slightly nodded before writing down her next question. "What about your school years?"

Tadashi visibly hesitated before frowning even more and gritting his teeth, with a tone of annoyance he managed to say, "It was fine."

Yachi blinked before fidgeting. "Can you describe it?" It was an effort to get a better understanding of Tadashi's situation, make progress, at least a step forward in the attempt to help cure him.

"It was just like any other kid's life. It wasn't interesting, and I only had one friend." He didn't say anything else in response to that question, just waited patiently with his hands folded in his lap, waiting for Yachi to continue in her small interrogation.

"This is the last question for today, but can you tell me why you're here? The reason you believe you are." Tadashi grit his teeth and Kei tensed. He was ready to pull Yachi away from him, her current state was vulnerable, especially since she wasn't looking up at him. His eyes flared with anger, and Kei saw his hand move in a blur, but Kei was faster.

He managed to pull Yachi towards him, away from Tadashi who had swung his fist at where she had been only moments ago. Her eyes widened, her pen and notebook forgotten as she shook with fear. Kei helped her on her feet, making sure that she hadn't actually been hit by him.

"I was framed, you know. It was hardly my fault," he hissed, hanging his head while a smirk made its way onto his face. "The blood on my hands… I didn't do it, you have to believe me," his tone of voice was on of high delight, enjoying what he had just done, almost inflicting pain on a doctor.

"We're done here for today," Kei announced, pushing Yachi out the door, not wanting her to stay there longer than she needed. She was shivering and her brown eyes were wide in shock. The blonde somehow recovered the state to actually think straight because instead of just standing there, she excused herself and sprinted down the corridor. When she was out the door, Kei sighed in relief and glared over to the freckled boy who in return leered.

"Leaving so soon? She lasted twice as long as you guys did. I'm disappointed, I thought I could at least have some fun, Tsukki!" Tadashi beamed leaning back and cackling as Kei tensed even more. He seemed to notice Kei's confusion, responding with, "Your identification tag has your name and what position you hold as a doctor." His answer just resulted in a frown from Kei, and after a short period of glaring at him, he sighed and turned around.

"I advise you not to hurt yourself again, Yamaguchi. Next time we come we'll have a straightjacket for you." They didn't speak any other sentence to the other and Kei sent a gaze to the novices who were still in shock at the burst. They got the memo and proceeded to follow what Yachi had just done around a minutes ago, walking grimly and silently. Once they were a good amount of steps away from the remaining two, the blond turned around and stared at the freckled boy's dark eyes. He straightened his frame to make himself seem taller than he already was and snarked a laugh before stalking out the door and closing it, locking automatically.

The tall male stuck his hands in his pockets and clenched them. Patient A-0 had been more violent and cynical than what the other complained about, but Kei couldn't help but think that there was something he was missing, something he was feeling. The small leather notebook that belonged to the small blonde had been picked up by him just before he left the cell. He had intention of giving it back to her, but first he wanted to see what exactly she had written in it. Of course he wouldn't, so he was just left with the temptation of committing the action. He drew in a deep breath and fixed his dark framed spectacles, taking large steps as if he was in a hurry to actually return the leather notebook to the smaller blonde.

Kei reached the end of the hall, lights flickering off and on and the long passageway echoing his frantic footsteps. Yachi and the rest of the novices stood there, staring at him and waiting. He sighed loudly and relaxed his shoulders, walking past them and wondering. He let his thoughts roam in his head to make up theories about why Yamaguchi was there and many other things. Kei let himself wonder why exactly he was thinking about him and later concluded that it was possible that it was due to the fact that he had dared to hurt a colleague.

He heard the many voices that echoed behind him, and the chatter of Yachi who was speaking cautiously to someone. Kei also listened to the chorus of different questions that the new doctors voiced, differing from mental state to the background of a patient. One of them shocked him and made his breath hitch, and maybe it was the most difficult one Yachi had yet to answer.

"Are any of the patients here ever cured?"

It was mentioned on Kei's first day there at Wilkshire that coming here was a one way ticket for anyone who dared to be different in the messed up society they lived in. No patient would ever leave the asylum, not when the only people sent here were completely insane. Years ago, he had heard of a patient who killed his doctor and then the guard that had tried to stop him. He went on a rampage and when more guards poured into the wing, he was executed on the spot.

Kei shivered at the memory, and halted in his footing. He turned about to face the group that had slowly been following him out and said, "I'm afraid that we cannot answer your question until you do in fact decide to take on this job." The rookie who had asked him, a boy with fair skin and dark hair, opened his mouth to reply, maybe even retort to what Kei had said, but the glare the blond gave him shut him up.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" Kei asked, not really caring for what they had to question, but it was said in more of a sense in habit, having to absolutely mention it. The group sent each other looks of unease before one girl with dark hair raised her hand. He nodded at her, a cue to speak what was on her mind.

The girl adjusted her raven colored hair that fell in her eyes before clearing her throat and speaking in a graceful tone. "I've researched this place before, Wilkshire I mean, and there seems to be almost no record of it. Contrary to its two successors, Stoneridge and Bridgewood, there seems to be a huge gap in sophistication, not to mention this institute likes to keep to itself. Do you mind telling us what exactly is that is being kept from us?" She bore no expression that Kei could manage to interpret, but she held herself in a way that told him that she was not someone to mess with, someone who took their work seriously.

Kei smirked and let out a somber laugh before turning to stare at her and say, "It's pretty simple. Stoneridge fucks up, we're left to clean after them, same with Bridgewood. They use us to cover their messes and still think poorly of us, transfer their lunatics here, the ones who don't have any hope and the ones who just can't be restrained. We get those and many more, so since we get stuck with their shit, we can't talk back to them at all, and so we're left to be quiet. There are some things we can't share with you until you swear the oath, though." The girl looked at him with a pleased expression and nodded her thanks, managing to somehow keep up with what he said surprised Kei, but she seemed like a smart young woman, capable of taking care of herself and her comrades.

"Guess that's all the questions…" Yachi's whisper was lost in the sea of chatter the recruits had managed to raise.

"Don't look so down, Yaichi-san," Kei directed towards her, "Remember our first day here? We could hardly contain our excitement, look at us now. Don't you wish we could have gone when we had the chance?"

She nodded and sadly smiled, barely mustering a whisper of a response, "Yes. But we've gotten more important tasks, been promoted, doesn't that make up for it?" Her pale yellow hair swayed as she looked up at him with one of her genuine smiles.

"Guess so," was his response, the usual short sentence that meant he had nothing else to contribute.

Their small group walked out the double doors, Yachi greeting the guards cheerfully as their mentees chattered, or more like gossiped about their experience.

"Hitoka-chan!" A call was heard not far from where both blondes were standing, maybe a few corridors from where they were, Yachi thought. The voice echoed through the passageway, a woman's voice by the muffled sound that was heard. The young woman turned the corridor, glasses clad lust like the blond who stood beside her, raven hair flowing behind her in a beautiful sway. The small blonde couldn't help but blush, especially when the dark haired girl called her name once more.

When she reached them, she wasn't out of breath, expected from someone who had spent her middle school years running, and to this day still jogged every morning. Beautiful figure, amazing eyes, the short girl couldn't help but gawk at the smile she was greeted with. "Hitoka-chan, I know this is sudden, but can you and Tsukishima do me a huge favor?"

At the mention of his surname, the taller of the group directed his attention to the beauty of a woman that had just spoken.

"What kind of favor?" Kei inquired, the calm tone of the dark haired goddess influencing his usual bitter tone.

"We still haven't found a replacement for Patient A-0's caretaker. Judging by his recent activity and the number of mental medics that have gone through, it's going to be a while before we find someone stable enough to handle him," Kiyoko spoke softly, choosing her words carefully as she had managed to scare off the last two people she had asked.

Kei automatically mentally groaned at the request his superior had asked of him. He wasn't worried too much about himself, he knew he was capable of anything that had to deal with Yamaguchi, but there was a small doubt that Yachi would be able to handle him after what had happened. He peered down at the open mouthed girl with that subsiding blush, her once flustered self becoming a nervous wreck before his eyes.

"Are you okay, Hitoka-chan? You've gone pale," the black haired beauty expressed her concerned to the high-strung blonde. "If you can't do it then that's okay, I can try to find someone else," she soothed.

Kei watched the shorter female in amusement as she had now become a mess of anxiety, trying stutter out her answer. Her once flushed face had drained in color when Kiyoko had first spoken of her request, but with each soothing word to ease down the blonde, the shorter of the trio grew redder until she became hot mess.

"Yachi-san, are you okay?" Kei questioned. At this point, Yachi was sputtering out in an incoherent manner, her response to what the raven haired woman had asked of her tainted by how apprehensive she was conducting herself.

"Hitoka-chan, you're going red in the face? Do you have a fever?" Kiyoko raised her pale hand to the blonde's forehead to analyze her temperature. That was the last straw. Yachi unknowingly smiled before her eyes rolled up in her head and she fell to the floor.

"She fainted," Kei observed as Kiyoko stared wide eyed, kneeling down to fan the small girl.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, but Tsukishima, can I count on you to check on A-0 tomorrow?" Kiyoko's eyes were pleading him, she was indeed desperate to find someone.

Kei knew he would regret agreeing to it, but he knew what it felt like to have so much pressure on your shoulders and needing to ask around for favors. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, replying, "Sure."

Her eyes filled with relief and she bowed to show her thanks. "Thank you! I'll send over a document later with all the information you need! Thanks again." The dark haired woman smiled kindly at him before hauling the blonde over her shoulder so easily, it was almost as if she weighed nothing to her. She calmly stalked down the corridor and turned the corner, leading to Kei moaning out a curse and walking back to his office.

A/N: So my schedule for this story will be that every Friday I try to upload a chapter. I'm also witing this story on Wattpad, and I think it would be better to read there as there are special things I will add later on. Thanks for reading, I appreciate your reviews, follows, ans favorites!