Fan fic Asylum - Chapter 14
Title: Asylum
Characters: Kato Shigeaki, OC, Tegoshi Yuya, Masuda Takahisa, Koyama Keichiro, Yamashita Tomohisa, Horikita Maki, Ryo Nishikido, Fujigaya Taisuke, Kimura Takuya, Gackt.
Rating: G15 to 17 maybe?
Disclaimer: I own the story ONLY
Summary: When a group of mentally unstable people are the sanest people in a room, there is something wrong....
Chapter 14
Right around the time Tegoshi was sitting on Masuda's office, Fujigaya and Koyama were walking back to their room. Koyama didn’t like what he was feeling from Fujigaya, it was pure determination. He either felt very strongly about his nap time or he was about to do something stupid.
Koyama was weary. The drugs had stopped having any effect and he was starting to feel more, a lot more and it was confusing, but not excessively so. Definitely not overwhelming like before. If he concentrated he could control it. Yamashita had told him he felt the same way. Maybe they were all ready to deal with their abilities.
But that was not what was bothering him now. What was bothering him was that Fujigaya had stopped in front of Ueda's room.
"This is not a good idea." Koyama said.
Fujigaya gave him a cute and sarcastic smile, that kind of made Koyama think of Tegoshi, and said: "then leave."
Without waiting to see what Koyama did, Fujigaya turned the knob. The room was unlocked. They stepped in.
"What if I do leave?" Koyama asked even if he already knew the answer.
"I'll do this alone, as I had planned."
"What if I make you come with me?"
He asked even though he knew the answer to that question as well.
"Then I'll come back alone later."
Koyama didn’t like this, but figured it was better if someone was with Fujigaya in case he needed help so he stayed.
The room looked normal, Fujigaya thought. As if a violent attack hadn’t occurred a few weeks ago. He was glad Koyama had stayed. In spite of all his bravado, he didn’t want to be alone for this. He didn't want to see what had happened but it might help them and if it didn’t he would side with Yamashita and convince the rest to get the hell out of there and go somewhere. Maybe Hawaii. Yes, the sun, the beach. With all their abilities they could survive, get jobs in Hawaii, meet a nice local...
He shook his head. He was blabbing and stalling. He took a deep breath and he started running his fingers softly on every surface. It didn’t take long. As soon as he touched the foot of the bed the lighting changed. It was dark, night. He saw someone, Ueda, pacing and mumbling to himself.
His roommate woke up. "What's wrong with you?" he said.
"I really don’t want to do this." Ueda said, but he wasn’t talking to the other man. Fujigaya could see now that there was someone else in the room. No, not someone, something. It was hovering near Ueda. It was bigger than him, and it seemed to be leaning forward towards Ueda.
Ueda stopped pacing.
"I'm fucking tired, Ueda. Just go to bed and let me sleep."
"They say they will stop," Ueda banged his fist against the wall. "I'm sorry. I want it to stop, I'm sorry." Then the thing shivered and merged with Ueda. His roommate stood up.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Without a word Ueda lifted the other guy as if it were nothing but a rag doll and threw him against the wall. The screams started. Ueda was beating the other man to pulp.
"I didn’t want to do it." Fujigaya turned around and saw Ueda standing there. "They said they would stop."
"They would stop what?"
"They get to you, they know how. They make you hurt. They make you see things. I just wanted them to stop." His voice cracked, he was crying.
"Who are they?"
"It is looking for you. It’s you it was after, isn’t it?” Fujigaya had no idea what the other man was talking about so he shook his head. “Get out before it sees you. Leave!"
"Who are they?"
"Suzerain"
At that moment Fujigaya noticed the screams had stopped. The room was covered in blood. Ueda had beaten himself up against the walls and every other surface. The thing hovered and became a shadow. It was starting to leave but it stopped.
"Leave!" Please, leave now." The other Ueda said.
The shadow took form again.
"Too late." Ueda said and disappeared.
Fujigaya wanted to leave but didn’t know how to stop a vision. The thing turned around and started walking towards him. All he could see were its eyes.
And then the vision ended. He was on the floor and Koyama was shaking him.
"Fujigaya? Fujigaya, look at me." The other man was saying. Fujigaya looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. "Fujigaya? What is it? What did you see?"
Fujigaya just shook his head. He couldn’t speak. What had he done?
****
"You did what?!" Yamashita shouted.
"Shh! He went into the room and saw what happened."
"Are you insane?"
"Yamashita, enough. Shouting at him won't change anything. And he is scared enough. Please take a deep breath and try to calm down. I can control what I feel from others better than before but I'm still getting the hang of it." Koyama said pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yamashita took a deep breath and sat down.
"Sorry. Okay, did you find something useful?"
Fujigaya told the rest exactly what happened.
"And that thing saw you?" Fujigaya just nodded.
"Is that common, for somebody in the vision to talk to you?" Shige asked.
"No, it had never happened before. I don’t know what it means but Ueda said that those things made you see things to get to you. It was as if Ueda finally caved in and the think took over and..."
"And?” Asked Erika when he didn’t continue.
"And now I think that maybe Maki didn’t have a premonition but the things are after her. What better way to get to her than to make her think she will hurt Yamashita?"
"I haven’t been seeing things, it was only that dream."
"But the way you described the shadow in the dream was just like what I saw in the vision."
Maki shook her head.
"We need to talk to G." Tegoshi said. He had been silent, unnaturally so, ever since he had left his doc's office.
Yamashita rubbed the back of his neck "I..."
"I know," Tegoshi interrupted. "You think he is hiding something. I do too, honestly. But if he's hiding something it's because he has information to hide."
"That's a good point" Shige said.
"Okay, we'll talk to G. All of us." Everybody nodded and it was settled.
† † † †
December 1963
Takizawa had a pounding headache and it wasn't even a hangover. He had to finish his round though and then report to foreign sensei.
He opened the door to the last patient's room. The nurse was right behind him. He was a huge guy, dumb as a brick but built as house. The huge man was a necessity in this round since it was the maximum security round. In this part of the building all the dangerous patients were kept always locked up. These were rapists and murderers but with a mental illness that made them unfit for jail.
Of all the people in the maximum security wing, this last patient gave Takizawa the creeps. He was not the most violent. In fact, the man was very docile most of the time but still there was something about the way the man looked at him. The young doctor shook himself.
Get a grip, he told himself, he is the patient you are the doctor so get it together.
The fact that he hadn't been sleeping well was not helping. Everything was a mess. He was so close to quitting that every day he had to convince himself to go on. That night with the other doctors he had been telling the truth, he couldn't really get another job that paid as well as this one and he would have to start from the bottom, probably, but that was starting to pale in view of how things were.
Lately he had been thinking that maybe a more modest job a more modest house and life style would be nice. He had met a great woman that night in the bar...
And how are you going to support her like she deserves? Why would she chose you if you are broke?
Takizawa shook his head and focused on the chart in his hand.
"Are you feeling alright doctor?" He heard his patient's voice ask.
"Yes. Thank you. But I should be asking you that."
"I'm the same as always. The murmurs are quiet. Well, no, not quiet. They are busy in something else."
The patient was staring at Takizawa with intent eyes.
"You do know how I got here, do you?"
"Of course I do. And I'm happy to see you are doing better with the voices." Of course Takizawa knew how the patient had ended up there. It was something he did not agree with. The man had started having headaches and later on he started hearing voices... Kind of like you.
Takizawa ignored that last thought. The point was the man had been a construction worker and one day he had smashed a coworker’s head because the voices in the construction site told him to. And incidentally, that construction site had been the very institution he was now committed in. Takizawa was not sure that would lead to a cure for a man, staying in the place the incident had happened...
"This place is not good, sensei."
"Excuse me?"
"This place should not exist. But I don’t care anymore; I’m pretty much done for."
"What do you mean?"
The man gave him a sad smile. Suddenly the patient looked anything but insane, which made the doctor's heart speed up for some reason.
"They forgot about me for a little while but they'll be back and I'm tired. They have not much left to take and I don't want to hurt anybody else."
"Tanaka san, maybe the voices won't come back, couldn't it be that you are actually getting better?"
"Deep down, you don't believe that sensei. You probably won't admit it to yourself, but you know something is not right. The voices have left me alone for now because they are busy with something else, other people, who are more important."
"Tanaka san, I..."
"You better leave, sensei. It might not be too late for you." The man had jumped up to Takizawa and was now clinging desperate to the collar of his coat. "Take that woman you found and run before it's too late, before you do something you regret. They will..."
Whatever the man was about to say was interrupted by a loud blood freezing scream that tore from the man's throat. His body started to convulse and dropped to the floor.
That night, Takizawa was sitting on his bed, still shaken by what had happened. Tanaka san was dead. It was labeled as a heart attack, cause by an extreme panic attack. And Takizawa was sure it was bullshit. He had been there, he had seen it and it had not been a heart attack. And Takizawa was starting to doubt everything. The patient's words kept coming back to him even if he knew that they were probably part of the man's delusion. It was that probably that was driving him crazy.
"Tackey," the sleepy voice called as a small warm moved up and down his back slowly. "What are you doing?"
He looked back at the woman there. Even in a messy hair and half closed and slightly puffy eyes due to sleep she still looked beautiful.
"Takey?" she repeated when he didn't answer. He smiled at the nickname she had given him.
"I just couldn't sleep. Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. What were you thinking about?"
"I want to leave this place." She looked at him questioning. "Get a job in another hospital. Maybe you could come with me..."
She let out a breath. "Tackey, i'm..."
"I know, and I don't care." She just looked away and started to leave the bed. He grabbed her and brought her back.
"Sorry, forget what I said." Before she could say anything he kissed her trying to stop her and himself from thinking.
She won't go with you if you change your job and make less money. Her husband makes more money and he has a name. That's why she won't choose you. You know that. The place will give you money and fame and then... then you can take care of her husband. We'll help you.
He kissed her harder and grounded his hips against her softer body and focus on the sounds she was making to drown both his thoughts and the voices in his head, at least for tonight.
Characters: Kato Shigeaki, OC, Tegoshi Yuya, Masuda Takahisa, Koyama Keichiro, Yamashita Tomohisa, Horikita Maki, Ryo Nishikido, Fujigaya Taisuke, Kimura Takuya, Gackt.
Rating: G15 to 17 maybe?
Disclaimer: I own the story ONLY
Summary: When a group of mentally unstable people are the sanest people in a room, there is something wrong....
Chapter 14
Right around the time Tegoshi was sitting on Masuda's office, Fujigaya and Koyama were walking back to their room. Koyama didn’t like what he was feeling from Fujigaya, it was pure determination. He either felt very strongly about his nap time or he was about to do something stupid.
Koyama was weary. The drugs had stopped having any effect and he was starting to feel more, a lot more and it was confusing, but not excessively so. Definitely not overwhelming like before. If he concentrated he could control it. Yamashita had told him he felt the same way. Maybe they were all ready to deal with their abilities.
But that was not what was bothering him now. What was bothering him was that Fujigaya had stopped in front of Ueda's room.
"This is not a good idea." Koyama said.
Fujigaya gave him a cute and sarcastic smile, that kind of made Koyama think of Tegoshi, and said: "then leave."
Without waiting to see what Koyama did, Fujigaya turned the knob. The room was unlocked. They stepped in.
"What if I do leave?" Koyama asked even if he already knew the answer.
"I'll do this alone, as I had planned."
"What if I make you come with me?"
He asked even though he knew the answer to that question as well.
"Then I'll come back alone later."
Koyama didn’t like this, but figured it was better if someone was with Fujigaya in case he needed help so he stayed.
The room looked normal, Fujigaya thought. As if a violent attack hadn’t occurred a few weeks ago. He was glad Koyama had stayed. In spite of all his bravado, he didn’t want to be alone for this. He didn't want to see what had happened but it might help them and if it didn’t he would side with Yamashita and convince the rest to get the hell out of there and go somewhere. Maybe Hawaii. Yes, the sun, the beach. With all their abilities they could survive, get jobs in Hawaii, meet a nice local...
He shook his head. He was blabbing and stalling. He took a deep breath and he started running his fingers softly on every surface. It didn’t take long. As soon as he touched the foot of the bed the lighting changed. It was dark, night. He saw someone, Ueda, pacing and mumbling to himself.
His roommate woke up. "What's wrong with you?" he said.
"I really don’t want to do this." Ueda said, but he wasn’t talking to the other man. Fujigaya could see now that there was someone else in the room. No, not someone, something. It was hovering near Ueda. It was bigger than him, and it seemed to be leaning forward towards Ueda.
Ueda stopped pacing.
"I'm fucking tired, Ueda. Just go to bed and let me sleep."
"They say they will stop," Ueda banged his fist against the wall. "I'm sorry. I want it to stop, I'm sorry." Then the thing shivered and merged with Ueda. His roommate stood up.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Without a word Ueda lifted the other guy as if it were nothing but a rag doll and threw him against the wall. The screams started. Ueda was beating the other man to pulp.
"I didn’t want to do it." Fujigaya turned around and saw Ueda standing there. "They said they would stop."
"They would stop what?"
"They get to you, they know how. They make you hurt. They make you see things. I just wanted them to stop." His voice cracked, he was crying.
"Who are they?"
"It is looking for you. It’s you it was after, isn’t it?” Fujigaya had no idea what the other man was talking about so he shook his head. “Get out before it sees you. Leave!"
"Who are they?"
"Suzerain"
At that moment Fujigaya noticed the screams had stopped. The room was covered in blood. Ueda had beaten himself up against the walls and every other surface. The thing hovered and became a shadow. It was starting to leave but it stopped.
"Leave!" Please, leave now." The other Ueda said.
The shadow took form again.
"Too late." Ueda said and disappeared.
Fujigaya wanted to leave but didn’t know how to stop a vision. The thing turned around and started walking towards him. All he could see were its eyes.
And then the vision ended. He was on the floor and Koyama was shaking him.
"Fujigaya? Fujigaya, look at me." The other man was saying. Fujigaya looked at him with wide, terrified eyes. "Fujigaya? What is it? What did you see?"
Fujigaya just shook his head. He couldn’t speak. What had he done?
****
"You did what?!" Yamashita shouted.
"Shh! He went into the room and saw what happened."
"Are you insane?"
"Yamashita, enough. Shouting at him won't change anything. And he is scared enough. Please take a deep breath and try to calm down. I can control what I feel from others better than before but I'm still getting the hang of it." Koyama said pinching the bridge of his nose.
Yamashita took a deep breath and sat down.
"Sorry. Okay, did you find something useful?"
Fujigaya told the rest exactly what happened.
"And that thing saw you?" Fujigaya just nodded.
"Is that common, for somebody in the vision to talk to you?" Shige asked.
"No, it had never happened before. I don’t know what it means but Ueda said that those things made you see things to get to you. It was as if Ueda finally caved in and the think took over and..."
"And?” Asked Erika when he didn’t continue.
"And now I think that maybe Maki didn’t have a premonition but the things are after her. What better way to get to her than to make her think she will hurt Yamashita?"
"I haven’t been seeing things, it was only that dream."
"But the way you described the shadow in the dream was just like what I saw in the vision."
Maki shook her head.
"We need to talk to G." Tegoshi said. He had been silent, unnaturally so, ever since he had left his doc's office.
Yamashita rubbed the back of his neck "I..."
"I know," Tegoshi interrupted. "You think he is hiding something. I do too, honestly. But if he's hiding something it's because he has information to hide."
"That's a good point" Shige said.
"Okay, we'll talk to G. All of us." Everybody nodded and it was settled.
† † † †
December 1963
Takizawa had a pounding headache and it wasn't even a hangover. He had to finish his round though and then report to foreign sensei.
He opened the door to the last patient's room. The nurse was right behind him. He was a huge guy, dumb as a brick but built as house. The huge man was a necessity in this round since it was the maximum security round. In this part of the building all the dangerous patients were kept always locked up. These were rapists and murderers but with a mental illness that made them unfit for jail.
Of all the people in the maximum security wing, this last patient gave Takizawa the creeps. He was not the most violent. In fact, the man was very docile most of the time but still there was something about the way the man looked at him. The young doctor shook himself.
Get a grip, he told himself, he is the patient you are the doctor so get it together.
The fact that he hadn't been sleeping well was not helping. Everything was a mess. He was so close to quitting that every day he had to convince himself to go on. That night with the other doctors he had been telling the truth, he couldn't really get another job that paid as well as this one and he would have to start from the bottom, probably, but that was starting to pale in view of how things were.
Lately he had been thinking that maybe a more modest job a more modest house and life style would be nice. He had met a great woman that night in the bar...
And how are you going to support her like she deserves? Why would she chose you if you are broke?
Takizawa shook his head and focused on the chart in his hand.
"Are you feeling alright doctor?" He heard his patient's voice ask.
"Yes. Thank you. But I should be asking you that."
"I'm the same as always. The murmurs are quiet. Well, no, not quiet. They are busy in something else."
The patient was staring at Takizawa with intent eyes.
"You do know how I got here, do you?"
"Of course I do. And I'm happy to see you are doing better with the voices." Of course Takizawa knew how the patient had ended up there. It was something he did not agree with. The man had started having headaches and later on he started hearing voices... Kind of like you.
Takizawa ignored that last thought. The point was the man had been a construction worker and one day he had smashed a coworker’s head because the voices in the construction site told him to. And incidentally, that construction site had been the very institution he was now committed in. Takizawa was not sure that would lead to a cure for a man, staying in the place the incident had happened...
"This place is not good, sensei."
"Excuse me?"
"This place should not exist. But I don’t care anymore; I’m pretty much done for."
"What do you mean?"
The man gave him a sad smile. Suddenly the patient looked anything but insane, which made the doctor's heart speed up for some reason.
"They forgot about me for a little while but they'll be back and I'm tired. They have not much left to take and I don't want to hurt anybody else."
"Tanaka san, maybe the voices won't come back, couldn't it be that you are actually getting better?"
"Deep down, you don't believe that sensei. You probably won't admit it to yourself, but you know something is not right. The voices have left me alone for now because they are busy with something else, other people, who are more important."
"Tanaka san, I..."
"You better leave, sensei. It might not be too late for you." The man had jumped up to Takizawa and was now clinging desperate to the collar of his coat. "Take that woman you found and run before it's too late, before you do something you regret. They will..."
Whatever the man was about to say was interrupted by a loud blood freezing scream that tore from the man's throat. His body started to convulse and dropped to the floor.
That night, Takizawa was sitting on his bed, still shaken by what had happened. Tanaka san was dead. It was labeled as a heart attack, cause by an extreme panic attack. And Takizawa was sure it was bullshit. He had been there, he had seen it and it had not been a heart attack. And Takizawa was starting to doubt everything. The patient's words kept coming back to him even if he knew that they were probably part of the man's delusion. It was that probably that was driving him crazy.
"Tackey," the sleepy voice called as a small warm moved up and down his back slowly. "What are you doing?"
He looked back at the woman there. Even in a messy hair and half closed and slightly puffy eyes due to sleep she still looked beautiful.
"Takey?" she repeated when he didn't answer. He smiled at the nickname she had given him.
"I just couldn't sleep. Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. What were you thinking about?"
"I want to leave this place." She looked at him questioning. "Get a job in another hospital. Maybe you could come with me..."
She let out a breath. "Tackey, i'm..."
"I know, and I don't care." She just looked away and started to leave the bed. He grabbed her and brought her back.
"Sorry, forget what I said." Before she could say anything he kissed her trying to stop her and himself from thinking.
She won't go with you if you change your job and make less money. Her husband makes more money and he has a name. That's why she won't choose you. You know that. The place will give you money and fame and then... then you can take care of her husband. We'll help you.
He kissed her harder and grounded his hips against her softer body and focus on the sounds she was making to drown both his thoughts and the voices in his head, at least for tonight.