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Some Kind of Monster	By : KimyouTeki Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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KimyouTeki: Hi, welcome to chapter 2! Thanks to Crimson2006, Jenivi, and ZeldaFitz for your nice reviews, they made me very happy. This fic has 7 chapters so far and is still in progress. Feel free to make suggestions and voice your hopes and expectations for future updates!

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Welcome to where time stands still
no one leaves and no one will...

Whisper things into my brain
assuring me that I'm insane...

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone...

Two
Welcome Home (Sanitarium)

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Ryou was in hell.
It was a bright sunny day and he was in class. Yugi sat on his left, with Yami in the seat behind him, and Anzu was at his right. Anzu kept giving Ryou notes to pass to Yugi or Yami, and he did so with his standard fake smile. Every time he smiled at Anzu (or anyone else lately), his mind screamed, How stupid are you that you buy this? Can't you see through the mask?
Chin on hand, elbow on desk, Ryou fought the desire to scream or burst into tears.
The teacher's voice droned as he read from the teacher's guide and scratched an assignment out on the chalkboard. The image jumped into Ryou's mind of how cool it would be to stand up right now-- just stride up the aisle, straight up to the teacher as he tried to order Ryou back to his seat, all authority suddenly gone.
Ryou closed his eyes and entertained the fantasy of pulling out a hand-cannon and splattering the old fool's brains all over his algebra equations. Ryou could vividly see red paint on the green and white board, with pinkish gray flecks of brain matter in it. The corner of his mouth perked.
Then he sighed through his nostrils. Of course, you can never do such things in real life. There's jail. He smiled. But there's also Bakura. He'll be waiting for me, as he does every day.
Ryou's smile widened.

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The door to the elegantly decorated, well over-air-conditioned waiting room opened and Jouno Wheeler entered. He looked around for a moment before striding over to the secretary's desk. He brought a couple of jars out of his pocket and the pills inside rattled as he set them on the glass desktop. The secretary looked at the jars, then at Jouno.
"They don't work," he said matter-of-factly. "Is the doc ready to see me yet?"
Once in the doctor's office, Jouno began perusing the shelves. Dr. Wong, a tall, slim woman with her wavy hair tied back, watched from her leather chair as Jouno picked out a psychoanalytical manual and began thumbing through it.
After a few seconds, he asked, "Did you ever read Primal Scream?"
"Yes."
"I saw it at a used book store years ago. The cover was just white except for the title and a little smear of blood. I thought it looked cool, so I bought it."
He snorted. "It classified homo- and bi- sexuality as mental problems that could be solved by screaming for your parents. Such bullshit. 'Course, I can hardly remember it, so I might be oversimplifying."
He closed the book and slid it back into its slot on the shelf. He faced Dr. Wong. "But I gotta wonder, ya know..."
He walked over to the couch and sat down. "What would we be like-- all of us, the entire human race-- if we didn't each have our parents screw us up in some way?"
He glanced over at Dr. Wong's inquiring gaze.
"... I can't remember'em worth a shit. My dad was a loser, and my mom's an uptight bitch with a stupid hairstyle."
"Your father 'was'?"
"Oh, he's not dead." Jouno frowned at the ceiling. "'Course, he could be by now..." He shrugged. "Not that I care."
"And what about your sister? How's Serenity?"
Jouno's expression brightened a little. "I called her before I came over..." His smile faded and he almost imperceptably shook his head. "I could hear it in her voice, though... how scared she was... I let her go pretty quick."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Fuhgeddabout it, Doc. My parents and friends are all terrified of me. Why wouldn't she jump on the bandwagon?" Sighing, he sat back and looked around for a clock.
"There's no need to think about time constraints, Jouno. My entire afternoon is clear."
A blush seemed to creep up Jouno's face as his eyes darkened. He slipped his feet out of his 'inside' shoes and crossed his legs. "Is this okay?"
"Of course."
"You sure you can put up with my stinky feet?"
"Actually, my sense of smell is very poor. Why don't you tell me how the rest of your week has been?"
Jouno shrugged. "Meh... 'Nother typical week. School ended. The only ones still going are the straight A students who wanna cram, makes me glad my scores are so shitty... And I still obsess over Kaiba."
He covered the side of his face with one hand. "Man... It's so humiliating... I think I got a crush on him the first time we spoke. Have you ever spoken to Kaiba yourself?"
She nodded.
"Then you've heard it too, right? How sexy his voice is? Oh, god, it's so sexy... I could probably get off to a recording of him reading the dictionary."
His blush deepened.
"Just hearing his voice... seeing his face... it makes me feel so alive. I feel all this desire, like I'll die if I don't touch him."
Jouno brought his knees up to his chest. "He's..."
He hugged his knees and tilted his head forward, causing his bangs to spill forward and conceal his face.
"... I never knew I could need someone as much as I need him."

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When Ryou came home from class, he found Bakura sitting cross-legged on the floor just inside the front door, waiting to greet him. Ryou smiled his first honest smile all day. Then he blinky-blinked at Bakura's chagrined expression.
"BakuChan, what's wrong?"
"You didn't leave me anything for lunch." To accentuate this fact, the thief's stomach growled.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He helped Bakura to his feet, and they went to the kitchen, Ryou's arm around Bakura's waist.

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"I need a new prescription."
Jouno became agitated now. He lowered his knees and looked around the room-- behind him, out the window, down over the sides of the couch. "Sometimes I still see things at night. And I keep having all these fucked up nightmares. Last night I dreamed I was a tourist in Egypt and I witnessed the execution of a child.
"He was ten or twelve, and they were punishing him because he was gay. They took him to a gallows. I just stood there and watched as they put the noose around his neck and pushed him."
Jouno sweatdropped, a fearful, faraway look in his eyes. "But instead of breaking his neck, he fell into a drum of boiling oil. When they pulled him out by the rope around his neck, he was mummified."
"Do you fear persecution for your love of another man?"
"I don't know..." He wiped a cold sweat off his brow and sat back again. "My mind is so fucked up." He tapped the side of his head. "Something's broken in here. I just wish I knew what it was."

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One of Ryou's nails was broken. Bakura dutifully began filing it down to minimize the damage.
They'd had dinner and a bath. Ryou had allowed Bakura to wash him (everything except his privates), and they'd soaked in the tub together. Now they were on the large plush couch in the livingroom, and Bakura was doing Ryou's nails, which he enjoyed as an opportunity to hold hands with his light for a prolonged time.
Ryou was reading from a sheaf of papers he held up in his free hand, computer printouts from school.
Bakura was focused on making Ryou's hands as beautiful as the rest of him was. Upon his return from out of town, Ryou's hands had been horribly rough and callused, which made Bakura wonder what Ryou had been doing. He still had no idea, and could tell that Ryou had no intention of divulging anything. Maybe it was for the best that Bakura didn't know. He had a suspicion that another man was involved.
I wish I could have you all to myself. No one will ever love you as much as I do. Someday, Dear Light, I'll make you see that. I'll make you look at me the way you've looked at so many other men.
"Bakura?"
"Yes?"
"I asked you to clean up today. Why didn't you do it?"
Bakura sweatdropped. "I washed the dishes and took out the trash. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"But I also asked you to dust. Why didn't you do it? It doesn't take very long, and you're here all day while I'm at my classes."
Bakura sat back, letting go of Ryou's hand, and narrowed his eyes. "... I'm not a housewife."
Ryou's voice stayed calm and even, as if he were addressing a child. "But you are staying here free of charge, and I provide you with food, clothes, and a place to sleep. I'm not asking too much, am I? Or should I come home from school and spend my evenings working, too?"
Bakura's brow furrowed.
"Well?"
"... No."
"Will you clean up tomorrow?"
"... O... Okay..."
"I'll make a list, then. It's not that much, BakuChan, so don't worry."

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Jouno curled up, sighing noisily.
"Last night..." He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Last night, I had another one of those fits. I couldn't help it. I just started screaming and pounding the shit out of the walls. I screamed so loud... My throat is still sore. It hurts to swallow. My hands hurt, too."
"What caused it?"
"I don't know. All day--" He shook his head. "All week, I've been flipping out and pitching fits over the stupidest things, like this time I was craving ice cream and thought I had just one Drumstick left, but Honda had eaten it. I got so angry. I wanted to go over to his place and ..." He shook his head emphatically.
"Did you want to hurt him?"
"Yeah. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I've developed this knee-jerk reaction towards violence. I've been able to stop myself from actually doing anything, but I still fantasize about it."
"It's good that you exercise self-control."
"Thanks, but I don't know how much longer I can last."
"Would you like to be admitted--"
"No. I don't think it'll come to that, at least, I hope it won't. I just need a new prescription."
"For the mood stabilizer or anti-psychotic?"
"Neither of them worked for me." Jouno made eye contact, hoping Dr. Wong would see how scared and desperate he was.
"Is it possible that I'm beyond help?"

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"Thank you, BakuChan."
Ryou assessed his nails. "You did a very good job. They're lovely."
The corners of Bakura's mouth perked at the compliment.
"Why don't we watch a movie?"
Bakura's expression darkened.
"Don't worry. It's not The Ring."
"Oh. Good."
Ryou started up the DVD, then snuggled up with Bakura, their arms around each other.
Bakura sighed softly and leaned his head into the hollow where Ryou's neck and shoulder met, feeling the silken warmth of his skin, smelling his sweet bathwash and shampoo, both vanilla scented.
Mmmhh...
Bakura fell asleep in his aibou's arms before the coming attractions were done playing.

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