Kyo winced knowing full well that what he had just done wasn't going to fly with the people holding him captive here. Sighing, he poked at his snow-white uniform as it seeped red through the cotton. They would have seen this damage on the videocameras that surrounded him, and would be sending men to haul him away as he stood standing. 'Ah Grace,' he thought, quietly speaking to her in the only way of communication they hadn't taken away yet- his mind. 'Grace, can you hear me?' 'Kyo.' The voice was a whisper but it was there. That was all Kyo needed for motivation. Grace still being there meant there was hope of getting out of the asylum. He moved swiftly to the bed and lifted up the flap to where he had cut a hiding place. Even the camera's view shielded his spot, showing only that he had bent down out of view. In the hole was his flask, his book- Alice In Wonderland- and his miniature 5x7 replica of Bouguereau's angel painting. Although he wished he had time to clean it, Kyo dropped the knife and crawled into bed just as the buzz of the security door clicked open. "Kyotoshi", the stern voice called out, "It is time for you to get up. Normal people do not sleep at 1pm in the afternoon."

"Myurrr...", Kyotoshi muttered. Those gawd damn orderlies were always confusing him as "normal". If he was so normal, he had always mused, then how the hell had he landed in a place like this? Being the ever apathetic one he was, he responded to the guard's call by turning over and burying his head into the pillow. Orderlies around this place hated it as much as the patients did, always having to play the stern mother, the caring orderly and the security guard at any given time. He knew the falling asleep act would only last a few more seconds. Kyo sat up. The guard was Nicolae; the most caring but least patient of men he worked for. He was tall in stature and buff, but he was slow when it came to chasing someone down. Brown-eyed and husky, he completely overshadowed Kyo's blond, skinny frame.

"Ah come on 'toshi", he pressed, "I gotta take you and I dont want 'o bre'k you if I gotta carry ya." Obligated to get up, Kyo did. Nicolae didn't say a word about the blood that stained Kyo's pure whites. They simply walked in tantum, down past admitting, past general and brain surgery to a small dimly lit corrider. Kyo made mental note of his surroundings and kept his eyes and ears sharp even though he slumped into the chair he was told to sit in. Behind glass mirrors so obvious they were two-sided came the voices of his two "doctors" and another one he couldn't distinguish.

"Why did you do this to yourself Kyotoshi? Why do you feel a need to destroy yourself?" Kyo sighed. No-one would ever understand. 'I do', came Grace's voice, stronger than in his room. This comforted him and he chose to speak. "It's not destruction." He spoke in a slow, steady, clipped tone. The door behind him beeped open with the security code and the two doctors stepped into the blinding white room with him. They both turned off their microphones and spoke to Kyo. One clicked a button and a painting appeared on the wall. Kyo gasped. It was a large version of his painting. His angel, his muse. He collected himself mentally and outwardly there was no indicator that he had been suprised by this. "Do you know this painting?" They bore their eyes into him searching for any answer he might give. "No." The answer was sure and straight. Kyo wondered where the third doctor whose voice he didn't recognize had gone.

Realizing that they wouldn't provoke anything through the painting, the first doctor switched topics. Kyo felt it coming and prepared an answer. He spoke before the man even opened his mouth to ask. "I see demons. I am not insane." Both gasped and tried to cover up their obvious discomfort. "Kyotoshim who are the people in your head? What do they tell you to do?" He was disgusted. Sick of answering to all their questions. Kyo kicked the chair legs, and then inquired. "Why do you care? You're here to pick apart my mind, not theirs."

The "session" would not continue any more for the day. Closing the door, the doctors told Kyo that someone would be coming to escort him back to his room. The the third doctors voice came back; forgetful of their microphone. "He defends the weak and abused", the voice mused. Kyo blinked. The third doctor understood him. He had to get out of this place. He had to escape. And he would.