Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Shadowed Willows ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

A little info:

Welcome to Shadowed Willows Mental Institution. Here we are home to over 1000 residents, some with mental disorders, some physical disorders, and sometimes, both. We have had the highest record for mentally ill recoveries in the last decade for the entire United States! [Its too bad we're in Canada, nobody finds the bodies of the 'unsuccessful' recoveries and the fact that people who only have minor problems when they come in, have major and multiple problems when they come out.] Our institution is mainly a place for teenagers because we listen and understand their problems.

Our motto: Come to Shadowed Willows for help, because if we can't help you, you're screwed.

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The story will focus around Malik, Marik (the yami), Ryou, Bakura, Yami and possibly Yugi, and through their eyes you'll find out about the others.

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Pairings: From more important to who the hell gives a rats ass: Marik/Malik x Ryou, Yami x Bakura, Seto x Yugi (kinda), Tristan x Joey.

There are NCS pairings too and possibly Bakura x Ryou pairing making this incest.

Warnings: AU, suffering, mental disorders that will be stated, NCS, yaoi, lemon, lime, incest (Bakura/Ryou). . .that's all for now.

Characters:

Marik/Malik - . . .you'll find out.

Bakura/Ryou - siblings

Yami/Yugi - siblings

Joey/Serenity - siblings

Seto/Mokuba - siblings
Authors Notes: Any questions, feel free to ask.

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Shadowed Willows ____ Chapter One

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Case File # 1937485

Subject Name: Ishtar, Malik

Sex: Male

Age: 17

Birth Date: December 23, 1984

Family -

Parents: Father [deceased September 1, 1994] Abasi, Mother [deceased at birth] Habibah

Siblings: Ishtar, Isis

Origin: Egyptian

Disorder: Subject suffers from `Schizophrenia', see information attached.

Treatment: Taped Sessions with psychiatrist, other treatments TBA

Psychiatrist's Notes: Subject is very confused and withdrawn, was not accepted. Placement with Case File # 4019666 suggested. Will start group therapy with his age group. Subject was signed in by sister (and legal guardian). Subject was at a boarding school he had been attending for several years where `the incident' happened.

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Schizophrenia - noun - Any of a group of psychotic disorders usually characterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations, and accompanied in varying degrees by other emotional, behavioral, or intellectual disturbances. Schizophrenia is associated with dopamine imbalances in the brain and defects of the frontal lobe and is caused by genetic, other biological, and psychosocial factors.

Subject has created an altar personality, which he refers to as `Marik', which he has spoken about since he first began to speak.

`Marik' is a darker personality, though apparently has never been violent. When Subject is faced with something he does not want to deal with, `Marik' comes out to protect him.

Subject is shy and soft spoken where as `Marik' is outgoing and apparently very loud.

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A boy with emotionless dark lavender eyes looked around the room that he would be living in for who knew how long. It wasn't a room, it was more like a prison, and he was sure that this is what his sister had sent him to. A prison. And he couldn't even be locked away alone; they had to lock him into this Ra-forsaken place with someone else.

The thin boy sighed to himself as he placed his bag on the empty bed that obviously belonged to him. Whoever he was sharing with was probably crazy and it was just Marik Ishtar's luck that he and his other half would have to be placed with them. "Just as long as they don't try to kill us in our sleep." He mumbled to himself and sat down on the bed.

He sighed to himself, wishing that they were anywhere but here. Why would their sister send them to this place? Actually, that was a dumb question considering what the last year of their life had consisted of. But Marik didn't want to think about that. He was still picking up the shattered remains of Malik's life and carefully piecing them back together.

At that very moment the child within him was terrified. He'd been unhappy at the boarding school because he had been away from his sister except at Christmas. Now, he wasn't allowed to see her at all. She seemed to be the only one who was willing to accept Malik entirely, other personalities as well.

Of course, Marik was pretty sure she thought he was insane.

/ Is it safe? / A soft voice asked timidly, as if there was someone who could hear him.

// Yes. Nobody else is around. // Marik replied and with that handed control over to his other. Immediately, the body, which stood tall and indifferent, slouched and ducked, as if someone would attack him at any moment.

Light lavender searched the room for any hidden dangers, but found it to be empty of any life but himself. Sighing a little in relief, he cautiously sat down on the bed. It was a hard mattress, but Malik had slept on worse. He noticed the other bed, it was unmade and there were personal belongings scattering the sheets. The objects looked to be cards scattered aimlessly.

"Hi." A voice suddenly spoke up, startling Malik into giving control to Marik.

Marik looked at the door and stood up. A boy, who looked no older than ten, stood looking at him, a soft smile on the boy's face. But the boy had not been the one who had spoken. Another boy, brother by the looks of them, stood slightly behind and beside the younger child. Both had unusual hair, black, red and blonde.

"You must be Malik." The taller boy spoke again, the same deep voice as before.

Marik blinked. "Actually, my name's Marik. I'm Malik's…other personality." The blonde Egyptian rolled his eyes. He hated the fact that that was what he had been reduced to. Another personality. He was more than just that, he was his own personality. He wasn't Malik at all, why couldn't anyone else see that?

"Schizophrenic?" The taller boy asked, pushing his brother inside the room. Marik sized him up, noticing that he was taller than both of them, but there was something about the other boy who was talking to him.

"That's what everyone keeps saying." Marik replied as he watched the smaller boy run toward the bed and start gathering up the playing cards Malik had noticed earlier. Looking back at the other, Marik crossed his arms.

"You don't agree?" The other smiled, amused.

Snorting Marik shook his head, "Of course not. I'm just as real as Malik is." He replied then looked at the boy again. "You know my name, who are you?" He wondered suspiciously. He needed to know that this boy, and the other were trustworthy. Last time Malik had shared a room with anybody, the result had ended up with them being sent here.

The boy smiled, "I'm Yami Motou." He said, holding out his hand. Marik reluctantly took it and they shook. "This is my little brother Yugi." He said as the smaller boy came back over to his brother and smiled up at Marik. "He is Malik's…I mean, your roommate."

Marik had been looking down at the child, but suddenly dropped to his knees to see the child eye to eye. Yugi looked back curiously but did not seem frightened or disturbed. "How old are you Yugi?" He wondered.

Yugi swallowed before opening his mouth. "F-four…teen." He replied.

A hand was placed on Yugi's shoulder and both Marik and the smaller boy looked up at Yami. "Yugi suffers from a cognitive disorder. He was poisoned when he was little and has trouble speaking now." Yami said then grinned at his little brother as he ruffled his hair affectionately. "If you run into him and he seems not to remember you, don't take offence. He has an impaired memory and forgets things a lot. But if you're here long enough, he'll learn."

Marik snorted, "We're probably going to die here." He muttered as he got up and brushed the knees of his pants off. "Is there some place we have to be right now? Malik looked up a bunch of places and they seemed to have timed schedules that were followed."

"We do have schedules." Yami nodded, "But Yugi and I are supposed to show you…and Malik around today so you get to know the place a little more. If that's alright with you of course." The tri-colour haired boy explained.

Marik looked back at the bed where Malik's bag sat. "Why not? We don't have anything better to do." He shrugged and let Yami and Yugi lead the way. "No offence Yami, but why are you here? You seem pretty normal." Marik spoke as the three of them walked down the hall.

Yami smiled, "Depression." The boy replied. "Comes from a life time of having no friends and people always picking on you." He sighed, though there was still a smile on his face.

Marik nodded, "Know what you mean." He muttered as they stopped suddenly. Marik looked around the room and from all the games situated inside the room, and all the people playing them, he figured that this was the game room.

"This is our game room." Yami said as he led Marik inside. "This is where most of us come during our free time. This isn't actually a mental hospital, so it's not like we're locked in our rooms 24/7." He explained as they joined a group of teenagers sitting around a table.

"Except Bakura." One of them muttered and Marik noticed a small white-haired boy glare at the one who'd spoken.

Yami snarled lightly, "Shut up Kaiba. You know what Bakura being in The Pen means for Ryou." He glared lightly at the older boy. Yami looked at the white - or was it silver? - haired boy compassionately, "Don't worry Ryou, you can sleep in my room tonight, if he's not out by then. I'm sure Seto wouldn't mind." He growled, glaring at `Kaiba' again.

"Who's the new kid?" Seto growled as Yugi sat down in front of him and began shuffling the deck he'd gathered from his bed.

"This is Marik Ishtar." Yami introduced him.

"Marik? I thought his name was supposed to be Malik." A blonde girl replied bored, as she set down one of the cards that looked like the ones Yugi had been shuffling.

"Malik suffers from Schizophrenia." Yami explained, making everyone look up somewhat shocked.

Marik smirked by this reaction. "I'm his other personality."

"Anyway, this is Marik. The ass dueling my brother is Seto Kaiba, he's anorexic, and such a loveable pain in the ass, the boy with the trench coat his Tristan Taylor. He's obsessive-compulsive and probably the only normal one in our little group. The boy he's holding his Joey Wheeler. He doesn't speak, let alone move on his own, so don't expect to have lengthy conversations with him." Yami sighed sadly, "The lovely blonde bitch here is Mai Valentine, she suffers from a dissociative disorder. In other words, there is no physical cause for whatever her problems are; though they are problems none the less. If she forgets your name, she'll remember eventually." Yami promised.

Marik nodded as he looked around at all the people.

"This is Tea Gardner." Yami introduced the only other girl sitting at the table. "She's insane." Yami whispered, "Watch out, if she thinks you're cute, she won't leave you alone." He warned, "And the white-haired kid is Ryou Bakura who suffers from so many things I can't remember them all." Yami smirked as the boy in question flipped Yami off.

Yami chuckled lightly as Ryou went back to the book he'd been reading. "He's mostly manic depressant, bipolar and he cuts himself. He'll probably just be his anti-social quiet self until his brother gets out of The Pen." He shrugged.

"The Pen?" Marik questioned.

"Its where you're sent if you've done something to piss the attendants or doctors off." The boy called Tristan replied. "Bakura's there more often than not." He explained, shifting Joey in his arms.

"Bakura? But wasn't that his last name?" Marik asked, pointing to Ryou.

"Nobody knows Bakura's first name." Ryou explained quietly, Marik noticing the accent he spoke with. "Except me." He muttered then went back to his book.

"Oh…kay." Marik quirked an eyebrow. "Are you people always this open with your problems and disorders?" He wondered.

"There's no point in trying to hide anything in here." Seto shrugged as he and Yugi set up their decks of cards the same way…Mai and Tea had theirs. "There's no privacy at all and everyone's so caught up in their own problems that they don't care about anybody else's."

// Malik? // Marik wondered if Malik was even listening to any of this. While in control he could easily block the younger boy off, but Marik saw no point in it, as Malik would need to know this stuff.

/ Yeah? / Came the shy reply.

// I think we're in hell. //

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TBC

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And yes, before you tell me otherwise, Malik does not really suffer from Schizophrenia. Deal with it.