Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Asylum ❯ "Coincidental" Reunions ( Chapter 1 )

0A/N: I know yall are probably waiting for the next chapter of OVoRWwaCT, but lots of new ideas have been popping up lately.

JC: Not to mention we're moving so we were getting less time on the computer.

Kathrine: But everything's almost done so we just HAD to post this. It's been sitting on a floppy for months!

JC: Don't worry. We're still working on it and OVoRWwaCT, just have to get all the distractions out of the way first.

Kathrine: This is a teaser for a pair of fics we're writing. Both deal with pretty much the same scene for the stories, but with different pairings and such. One is much darker than the other and is instead written by Jennifer and me.

JC: This is the less dark fic.

Kathrine: We hope yall enjoy it.

Disclaimer: We own NOTHING. We're poor and broke and all you'd get from suing us is 500 dollars worth of porcelain dolls and floppy disks. The computer ain't even worth trying to get. (It only cost 200 dollars anyway.)

Warning: DARK FIC!!! DARK THEMES!!! CRAZY PEOPLE!!! YAOI/Shounen Ai,

Asylum

By Kathrine and JC

Chapter 1 - " Coincidental " Reunion

He walked down the hall slowly, his white coat swishing behind him as he checked over the file in his hand. It was strange really, much of it didn't make sense and some of the information wasn't even mentioned.

Patient Name: Unknown

(Most data on patient lost in computer crash at former Institute 5 years prior to current date. No back up data.)

Age: Suggested 26 years or younger

DOB: Unknown

Eyes: Unusually Pale violet

Hair: Sun blonde

Physical Condition: Physical health deteriorated over course of past 5 years or more. Continues to exercise religiously, but refuses to eat. Must be force-fed.

Symptoms concluding Mental Illness: Symptoms suggesting Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Insomnia, Nightmares when does sleep, Mute for most time save when having Nightmare, Draws pictures of strange samurai-like armor, Refuses Medications and IVs and may become violent if forced, Fears Medications and IVs, Draws Kanji symbols on paper and self, Self-mutilation attempts, Several Suicide attempts, Fears darkness and anything related to it, Hallucinations, and Continues to perform some form of Meditation, May have schizophrenia in form of regressing to a child self for days or longer at a time.

Rating of Danger towards other Patients: Refuses to associate with other patients, Continues to remain in room, Doesn't seem violent towards anyone but self and those attempting to administer medications, Danger level towards other patients is minimal concern.

Suggestions for Handling: Constant monitoring, No utensils that may be too dangerous to self, Allowed pencils, paper and coloring supplies, Extreme caution when administering medications, Constant updating of file.

Analysis of Mental Illness: Severe Mental Trauma, Unable to cope and has locked himself within his own mind, Suicidal, Lost information needed to further analysis.

He shook his head sadly at the data as he did everyday he looked at it. It never changed, save for the addition of a new symptom or observation. He'd been the boy's main (and pretty much only) psychiatrist since he'd been admitted to the hospital nearly five years before. The Institution he'd been a resident of before had a major computer crash where practically all data on their patients was lost.

They were unable to recover the blonde's data seeing as he'd only been there for four to five years. Being a very large mental hospital, the staff couldn't give much info on him either. None of them had called him by his name. Instead they'd dubbed him 'Blondie,' a name which he'd actually responded to before completely cutting himself off. No one would ever find out his name from the boy either, having been mute since even before becoming a seemingly permanent resident of their establishment.

Oh, but the boy did cry and did talk in his sleep when the nightmares he tried to hide from caught up with him. He spoke of many jumbled things that none of them could understand. But three words, more like names, seemed to come up most often, Shikaisen, Korin, and another word. The third word began with a 'T' they were sure, but the blonde never seemed to be able to say it without stuttering half way through. All they could guess of the name was 'Tou' from the sounds the blonde attempted. They believed that they might be members of his family or have something to do with the trauma that had effected him so dramatically.

If only his family would have stayed in contact with the other hospital, he thought with a small flare of anger. He'd hated families that would throw their children or loved ones into mental institutes and forget they even existed. The Mental Institution that the blonde had been transferred from had only been able to recover a phone number, but said that the family refused to talk to them and said they had the wrong number, that they had no son in an 'insane asylum'. They even threatened to sue for falsifying the boy's identity if their name was placed on the poor young man's file.

He turned down the hall and walked to one of the white doors, sighing before entering the room. He was supposed to talk with a new employee that day, a young prodigy that had been out of college for only a few months. He heard that the young man had the IQ of a thirty-five year old when he was merely fourteen and had aced every class he'd taken during his eight years of college. If that was true then he was looking forward to meeting him and welcoming him to their staff.

Inside of the room sat a young man, his dark blue button-up perfectly ironed and the gray coat matching his suit pants lying on the chair beside him. What caught him most about the boy was his hair, including the strange forelock that fell into his eyes. He'd never seen anyone with blue hair, let alone so brightly colored. Wasn't dying your hair like that against regulations? Why would his superiors let it pass? I guess I'll have to ask him, he decided.

The much younger man looked up when he shut the door behind himself and immediately, giving him a friendly grin. " Ohayoo," he greeted him.

" Hello," the doctor returned. " I am Doctor Kizu. You must be Hashiba Touma."

" Hai, I am," the young man nodded and extended his hand. That's when he noticed that the other was paying particular attention something besides his face. " The hair is natural, don't ask me how. I know you're probably wonderin' about it."

The other gave a small embarrassed chuckled and took the offered shake. " I bet you get that a lot from people," he guessed.

" Yeah, but I'm used to it," he gave a small laugh. " Anyway, I want to thank you for taking the time to show me around and help me settle in. They say you're the best they've got here."

The other would have blushed from the praise if he hadn't learned against it. He merely thanked the other for the kind words and went straight into business. " Now would you please follow me," he walked to the door and opened it. " I would like to show you the patients you'll be helping."

Touma nodded and allowed himself to be lead out of the room and down the hall. " So how many patients shall I'll be helping with?" he asked. " I know that being the newest addition to the staff that I will only be doing so much for a while."

" Actually, you'll be helping me with one of my patients for the time being," he said. " Most of the staff pretty much forgets he's even here because he refuses to interact with any of the other patients and doesn't respond to anyone."

" What's his name?" Hashiba asked.

" We don't know," he admitted. " He's been in only two Institutions over the past ten years and was transferred here after his last one had a technical meltdown. All of his data was lost and we cannot contact a family to gather any information on him." He wasn't about to tell him that the family had basically denied ever having a son.

" That's horrible," the blue-haired man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That is why here we keep both computerized and written data on all our patients," Kizu assured him. " But seeing as we didn't know what to call him, some of the nurses have named him, 'Blondie'."

" Well, I guess I don't have to worry about his hair color," Touma smiled. " At least you didn't just call him by his patient ID number. But why is it that you're the only one that takes care of him?"

" He has symptoms of insomnia and is severely suicidal," he sighed. " When someone tries to administer medications he'll either become very violent or revert to his child state."

" What do you mean?"

" Something very traumatic happened to him when he was in his teens," he explained. " So in an attempt to forget what happened he's created this part of his mind that is still a child, oblivious to anything that happened to him before the age of ten. For some reason he prefers staying in this state to the one of his actual age." It was then that he realized that they'd reached a very bright hall. Every light was turned on and brightened to a sunlight-like intensity.

" Why's it so bright?" Touma asked as he covered his eyes. Kizu removed two pairs of sunglasses from his white coat pocket and handed one to his new colleague. Touma smiled gratefully at him before putting them on.

" Blondie is terrified of the dark," he sighed as he did the same. " He can't even stand a shadow being in the room, so I was forced to leave every light on and intensify the brightness. For some strange reason he seems unaffected even though it is nearly painful for everyone else." He then pointed to a large pane of glass that was only a few feet away. " You can see him through there."

Touma walked over to the one-way window and stared in awe and confusion. The entire room beyond the window was pure white, save for the strange drawings on the walls. Well, drawings that would have seemed strange to anyone who hadn't seen and understood the meaning of the symbols the drawings were the likenesses of. They were kanji, Touma knew that instantly, some he knew off hand, having learned them in school and elsewhere, but there were mainly five that stood out to him.

Benevolence, Justice, Trust, Wisdom, and Courtesy, all in their own respective colors of red, orange, light and dark blue, and dark green. He could tell that every kanji had been done in either marker or paints making each one stand out greatly one the pristine colored walls. But he also saw one picture took up an entire wall of the one room. It was a mural, a beautiful portrait that seemed uncannily lifelike.

It was of an armor, a green samurai-like armor with yellow symbols of lightning bolts and a large no-datchi in its hands. To him it seemed like a blast from the past, a strange memory that brought back happiness and horrors the same. His eyes trailed down the tall wall height frame of the armor to set on the figure the was lying at its feet. The person was curled up near the corner of the room, green paint on his hands and the bangs of his sunny blonde hair. To him the person seemed like a child with how withered the form was and how wide his eyes were.

Those eyes. Those pale violet eyes that stared around the room, wide with fear and accusing of things not yet committed. Those eyes stole his attention, taking him in and back to a time he'd never forgotten in the first place, a time when he'd felt something he didn't know how to deal with and in turn kept it hidden from the one person that had meant most to him. Those eyes were what scared him most of all and yet also brought about a flicker of an old flame in his heart.

" He still refuses to sleep," Kizu sighed, oblivious to his new colleagues distress. " I thought that allowing him to paint and such would tire him out more and he'd sleep, but all that does is bring about the nightmares he's so frightened of." He then turned to glance at Touma and saw the fear, concern, and yes, recognition in his eyes. " Hashiba?" he questioned.

" Seiji," the blue-haired man whispered, not even realizing the other spoke to him.

" You know him? That's his name?" Kizu was shocked, though he'd guessed that had been the case. Hence the other's expression.

" H-he…I…W-we were friends as kids," Touma was finally able to answer. " W-we even lived together before…" he knew he couldn't go on, couldn't explain the history that he and the blonde inside the room had.

" You lived with him before he was sent here? Do you know what happened?" Kizu could tell that he had hit a break through. Who knew that the institute's newest staff member could possibly have the information needed to solve their one main mystery? He thought of how the blonde had repeatedly stuttered the syllable, 'Tou'. Does he mean Touma when he tries to speak? He wondered. Is this young man who he keeps calling for?

" I have to go in there," Touma stated, not bothering to answer him. " Is it unlocked?"

" Y-yes, he refuses to leave so I never had the need t-," his words halted when he noticed his partner was entering the room by that time. " Wait!" he shook his head at the much younger man. Touma ignored him and went in, leaving the door open behind him.

Inside he saw the rest of furniture was against the walls that were on the sides of the window he'd been looking through. There was a bed, and desk, sheets of paper full of drawings strewn across both. But he didn't really care for any of it; all that mattered to him was the person on the floor. He walked forward and the sunken pale violet eyes turned on him immediately, staring at him in confusion.

He'd heard someone come into the room; he didn't truly care. It was Kizu, the nice man who'd been taking care of him. He knew he should have been nicer to the man, but his Momma had always told him not to talk to strangers, and she hadn't been there to introduce him to the nice 'doctor person'. Where are you Momma? He asked in his mind. He hadn't seen her, his dad, grandfather, or anyone else he'd use to know before the other place that he'd been in before coming here.

But the man, Kizu, was pretty nice though. He gave him things to color and write with and didn't turn off the lights or try to make him take what was ever in those big needles. He couldn't describe it but they scared him even more than darkness did. Something he couldn't remember, maybe it was something bad and he wasn't suppose to remember. Momma had used to tell him that all bad memories were forgotten and that meant that whatever made him afraid of the needle things was just something bad that he didn't need to remember.

That's when he noticed that Kizu hadn't moved yet. He would have already tried to talk to him by now. What was wrong? Was he mad at his for the picture he'd drawn? He didn't know why he drew it, it was just something that had popped into his head again and he wanted to make it big. That's when the person took a few steps and he knew something was wrong. The footsteps were light, not slightly heavy like Kizu's. Who else would come to see him?

He turned his eyes towards the door and stared in confusion at the person standing only a few feet away from him. He'd never seen anyone with blue hair before, or he didn't think he had. Something was telling him that he had seen that color hair before and those strange bangs, but he couldn't remember where. The man though, was staring at him with wide concerned eyes, he had water in them like he was about to cry and the blonde wondered what was wrong.

" Seiji?" the blue-haired man whispered to him in a teary voice. His eyes widened in shock. This man knew his name? How did he know? No one called him Seiji. They all called him, Blondie. How did he know his name? Had he met him before? He didn't think he had. But he felt so familiar. Yet, Momma would not have let him near this stranger, especially with him having such strange hair cause she said people shouldn't paint their hair.

But Momma hasn't been here for so long, he reminded himself. She's gone, Momma left me alone like Grandfather told her to. He was going to ask the man how he knew his name, but stopped. The people at the other place had stuck him with needles whenever he talked. They thought he was sick in the head and kept saying something like 'Crazy kid doesn't know what he's talking about. We need to sedate him again.'

" Seiji, don't you remember me? It's Touma," the man told him.

T-tou-tou-tou-Touma? He thought. The name was soo familiar. The man was familiar, but he didn't know where he'd seen him before. It was like his dream… My dream! He thought. He kept having a dream about a really evil man hurting him, trying to get his to use something called Korin. He didn't know what Korin was, but the man kept hurting him because he couldn't use it or something. That's when all the voices came into his mind and he kept seeing all the monsters and the blood and the evil man and the little people in metal suits. And the laughing, the evil man had kept laughing at him, wouldn't stop laughing.

But then he felt strong hands hold him and he felt secure, safe, and he could finally open his eyes again. He couldn't really see the person in his dream. But he remembered the person's eyes, the person had teary blue eyes that reminded him of the sky. He didn't remember if it was at night or not because he hadn't seen the sky in so long it felt like forever. But in the dream he had tried to talk to the person only to not be able to say his name. Tou-tou-tou-tou, was all be could say before waking up to find himself still in the room all alone or with Mr. Kizu.

He looked back up at the man staring at him and noticed that his eyes were the same ones from his dream, the teary ones that looked like the sky. It's them! his mind cried. The eyes from my dream! But that meant that he knew the man that was staring at him so intently. But something was changing, he was remembering things, lots of things. He was remembering people and places, things he knew his family had never met and had never gone to.

A person with black hair and a white tiger, a boy with brunette hair, another with ash/blue, and a young boy with dark brown hair and a woman with reddish brown. Then he remembered a boy with blue hair, a forelock that fell into his face and midnight eyes that he wondered how he could ever forget. He knew that man, or had at least known him when he was younger. Just staring at him now had triggered all of the memories he'd tried to suppress, tried to forget with all his power. Why did I forget him? Why did I want to forget him?

Touma watched his childhood friend intently as his entire demeanor seemed to change. His eyes were no longer filled with curiosity, confusion, and a strange gleam of innocence that you only find in a small child. His eyes now held recollection and recognition. It was like he knew who he was, but wouldn't talk. Why won't he say anything to me? he wondered.

" Seiji," he walked closer and knelt down next to the blonde, whose eyes remained trained on his the entire time. " It's Touma, remember the mad scientist? Blue boy?"

" He's mute," Kizu said from the doorway. " He hasn't spoken in over five years or more from what I know."

The blonde didn't even look at the other doctor when he spoke. His eyes stayed on Touma. He then did something that confused Touma and shocked Kizu. He reached out an unsteady hand and touched the blue-haired boy with a green-painted finger. The paint was practically dry already but a little did come off on the other's pale cheek. Then he whispered, " T-tou-tou-tou-tou-Tooouuummmmaaaaa." He squinted his eyes and frowned somewhat, obviously not liking the scratchy and unused sound his voice had.

" Oh my," Kizu stared. It seemed he was right, the blonde had been calling out for this young man. But how was it that he'd been able to do what no one else had done in so many years? How had the arrival of the mere boy, in his standards, able to reach the blonde, no Seiji, when he'd tried so many times and failed? What was it about Hashiba Touma? What was the extent of the relationship with the blonde and how long had they known each other?

" Seiji," Touma just placed his own hand against the green one of his long lost comrade and friend. But what confused him was how the blonde had come to be in the Mental Institution in the first place. His family had said that they'd sent him out of the country, not that he'd been determined insane and committed. Gods, he looks so pale and fragile, he thought in concern. What's happened to him all these years? How could his family do this to him? How can I help him? But right then all he truly cared about was the child-like man sitting in front of him and bringing him back to the man he'd first known and befriended.

A/N: How was that? A darker turn on Seiji's sanity after Gaiden. We know that some of this is pretty unlikely, but it fit the best for our fic so we just had to use it. What would the shock factor have been if Touma had known it was Seiji before hand?

Kathrine: I've seen him sick, possessed, guilty, suicidal, but not just plain crazy. Or at least mortally traumatized into insanity.

JC: Please review… *_!

Kathrine: Why are you so upset? Is it because of this chapter?

JC: I been waiting all weekend for the all new episode of YuYu Hakusho and THEY STARTED BACK AT THE VERY BEGINNING!!!!!!!! I DON'T GET TO SEE YOKO KURAMA AGAIN!!!!!!!! (Rants about Cartoon Network's stupidity and evil injustice)

Kathrine: We still need to write a YAOI story for Hiei and Kurama. (Thinks carefully about the possibilities) Well, don't expect something from this too soon. Lots of things to do with only 12 days of school left. JA!