Labeled Insane

Summary: AU-Shuuichi's in a psychiatric institution for getting caught for attempting to kill his father without really knowing it's his father. Kurama becomes his psychiatrist. What can happen? Pairings: YK/SM yaoi and shounen-ai 

BLK Angel of Destruction: Yes I know another one but I just can't seem to come up with other stories and not think about them. I'm still working on Time and Space and I will finish it so don't think I'll abandon it. Anyways I got this story idea while watching 'Gothika'. Damn that movie is so cool! I think so anyway.

P.S. Plz don't tell me that they are one soul with two separate bodies. I know that already and this is an Alternate Universe fic! So enough of me babbling here's the story!

Chapter I: Caught

It was dark with no moon to light up the sky along with the distant stars. The new moons were always a perfect night to do anything. You can pass by in dark colors and no one would even know it was you. They would spot you but they wouldn't know your face. Very handy.

A figure slipped through the night.

There wouldn't be something suspicious for walking so casually at this time of day as others were also walking as part of Tokyo's buzzing nightlife. Streets were filled with people walking in and out of shops coming out with purchases or not. Everyone was having a great time.

But not this guy.

He was on a mission. And it had to be done with no mistakes. Being trained at the age of seven he learned all the possible weakness in the human body, all pressure points, and every way to damage and kill them for life. He learned to hide his emotions and close them off to other people.

By his red hair and expressive innocent looking green eyes you wouldn't guess him to be something he shouldn't be. In your first impression he'd just be a normal everyday teenager. Though the eyes can be deceiving. If you look close enough you'd see the haunting and longing look in his eyes. For what, he didn't even know himself. But it was there, it was only going to be a matter of time before he found what he was looking for after he fulfilled what he was betted to do.

He stopped, spotting the big mansion just in the quiet part of the night. A two-story house that was painted white with brown as the outline. Multiple windows were aligned evenly, which had a lot of rooms, he was sure. A big huge backyard would've been at the back. Maybe some other accessories but we can leave that to your imaginations.

The lights were dim and it seemed like there was no one in there except for his intentional target. Looking around, he was looking for some sort of entrance that didn't require the front door, which would be original but he preferred the traditional way so no one will complain that they saw him enter last. He found a window and climbed up in the house. His feet landed silently with trained accuracy.

Glancing around he noticed that this was only a music room. He passed by covered instruments and opened the door a bit. Light shined in and his eyes saw nothing outside. So he walked out and listened for any voices and heard them in the kitchen. He walked down the steps silent and slow so the target wouldn't spot him.

In the kitchen his target was talking on the phone. It was whispered and he strained to hear it but still couldn't hear anything. Getting his gun ready he stealthily tiptoed behind his target. Ready to pull the trigger he fired!

His target moved out of the way and he cursed firing again hoping to not miss a second time. Since the house was about two miles till the next neighbor he was lucky.

He jumped out of the way as his target found a gun and fired at him. He fired back but didn't hear a body thump to the floor. This opponent was good. He was about to shoot another one but didn't have any more bullets. He cursed because he didn't bring extras since they never usually took this long. He needed to find something.

He abandoned his gun and ran across the kitchen grabbing a kitchen knife on the way. He ducked as bullets sailed towards him but over his head. The knife didn't help much since it was shot out of his hand and the gun pointed at his head. His eyes widened expressively. This was new. Not one target has ever caught him like this. He was trapped on the floor vulnerable.  A gasp was heard from his target. It was mostly of surprise from what he could interpret.

"Shuuichi?" It was said as if in disbelief. Of course the redhead, now identified as Shuuichi, looked at him in awe that he was easily identified. That wasn't good. But then again he was dealing with a trained one also. This one had to be eliminated. Before he could move a sharp pain in his neck made him pass out into unconsciousness.

TBC---------------

Kinshin: Well there's another thing to add to my list. Hope u like it!

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