Yes yes yes. I know. I'm starting ANOTHER story. Sue me. Well this one isn't an official story yet. I don't know if i'm going to have the time to continue it but I will try if enough people like it.

It's not an official story meaning- I update my stories in a specific order; Katenshimi-Cherish-My Hiro-Twin Thing. This story will not be in the order as of yet. I'll update when I can.

The story is called Psycho because it's about the characters in a Mental Hospital. You'll find out why soon. No they're not demons and no it doesn't follow the YYH plot in any way shape or form. It is written in Hiei's POV and it is a love story with Hiei and Jin.

Slash, yaoi, guyonguy ect. No complaining. You clicked on the story.

Enjoy.

Sometimes I don't quite understand anything that ever happens. But then again, I feel like that a lot. But I suppose that's what happen when you have no memories of your parents, your sister doesn't know who you are and your best friend is a stereotypical perfectionist. Those are just my thoughts though.

I'd hate to throw the pity card, in fact, that's why I'm here to begin with. Because I didn't reach out for help when help was due. Instead I tried to get out of the hellhole these people call earth. I'd much rather be dead and bleeding on the floor. It would be much more sufficient of my time if I were.

I can't do much right, in fact, I can't do anything right. My pride is swelled but it seems that my ego could use a boost up a few notches. I'm not the happiest as you could tell but that's fine and dandy. Well, I suppose.

But here I lay. I'm looking up at the ceiling, it was white. So were the walls and everything else in this dull room. I had an empty bed that was to the left of mine with nothing but a barred up window and a nightstand in the middle of us to show the different sides of the room. The sheets were white, the pillows were white, the floors were white. I honestly felt like just cutting my wrists opened just to let the blood pour on the damned colorless room so that way at least I'd have some sort of company besides this damn blinding white. I bet even at night time it hurts your eyes to look at.

The door opened and I glanced up to see a face. Not a very matured one though. He didn't look to old at all. His hair was parted and brown. He looked pretty simple. He wore a blue suit with a red shirt. What an odd combination.

"Hello Hiei. I heard you were giving the nurses some trouble while taking you into confinement?" Doctor Koenma said it more like a question than a statement. I merely nodded.

I punched her in the face and probably broke her nose. But she was dragging me and I don't like being touched. It was only necessary that I put her in her place.

Nurse Keiko I think? She is on my official hate list. I hate, hate, hate her.

"Ok, what of it?" I spat angrily and Koenma sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hiei, I'm afraid that you can't do that no matter how much you dislike someone. You're here to get better and not to beat up nurses. That wasn't why you were signed in here to begin with." Koenma explained and I sat up quickly and gave him a glare, ignoring the head rush I got from doing so.

"Are you stupid? I didn't SIGN myself over to the fucking devil. I tried to rid myself from this horrible fucking existence that people somehow find amusing. I told you, I DON'T want to be here but you assholes are to god damned persistent! And did it ever strike you that maybe I don't WANT help?" I pouted once I was done and crossed my arms, throwing myself back onto the bed.

"Hiei, I would like to give you something." Koenma reached in the suitcase he was carrying and handed me a book. It was a leather cover, a tiny latch closing it with a small lock hooked on and he handed me dangling keys. There were two. "Here. It's a journal. I was thinking maybe you could help vent by writing your anger down. And it's private so you don't have to worry about anything. But right now we're trying to find you a therapist that's willing to be yelled at and hit randomly."

I scowled at his horrible attempt of humor.

"Or maybe how about you don't get one and I can happily move on with this filth of a life." I retorted and Koenma just shook his head.

"Someday, you'll come around. I can't wait for that day." Koenma spoke softly. I didn't think of the words as much sentiment and took them for an insult so tried to chuck the book at him but the door was already closed and locked. I hate being here. It's such a waste of time. I could be doing something productive. Like killing myself.

I yearn to feel the stainless steel shredding into my tender skin, giving me the rush. Letting me know that I'm alive and can still feel pain. I started to think of a few ways I could try to kill myself with the stupid book but that's impossible. What am I going to do? Paper cut myself to death? Choke on the keys?

The keys!

I looked at them and noticed how unbelievably dull they were and scowled. Of course they would be... Nothing can go right for me it seems.

I got up in a fit and grabbed the damned book from on the floor. I would put it in the drawer but placed it on the top of the desk. It seemed that the black book brightened the place up a bit. Koenma even wrote my name in silver marker on the cover of it. I could tell it was his handwriting. Trust me, I've seen it before.

I sighed and turned over on my bed after laying there. I felt so completely useless being trapped like this. I felt like I was slowly losing sanity but then realized, I couldn't lose something I didn't have to begin with. Go figure.

Taking one more glare around the room I grabbed my blanket and pulled it over myself and closed my eyes. With a finally pout I was out cold.

.:~{*+*}~:.

I found waking up was a disaster. Some chipper fucking bitch woke me up to take these disgusting pills. She had blue hair. Who the fuck besides Marge Simpson dyes their hair blue? The song "I'm blue" comes to mind whenever I see her. I hate that song. It sounds like he's being suffocated and turning blue... Actually the song doesn't sound so bad anymore...

"Come on Hiei. You have to come out and get breakfast." Boton smiled and I looked at her like she was on good crack.

"Yeah. You're funny." I sneered and laid back down and she glared at me.

...

I don't know how she got me to come here but here I am, sitting in a group with a bunch of fucking psychopaths. I shouldn't be talking though should I? Or am I allowed to? Is killing yourself technically a psychopathic crime?

"And this is Hiei! He's new. Say hi to him." Koenma said and everyone turned to me. One guy grinned. He had messy black hair and gave me a thumbs up.

"Hey. Heard you punched one of the nurses when you came in. Nice." He commented and that was a nice stroke to the ol' ego. I smirked at him in the slightest.

"Hn." I responded without much thought but the boy didn't seem upset that I didn't answer him very nicely.

"Why don't we all introduce ourselves to Hiei so he could feel more at home." Koenma suggested and I blinked. There was no way in hell that this place would ever feel like home. Ever. I can't even believe he suggested that.

"I'm Yusuke." The male introduced and I gave him a curt nod. I liked the fact that he gave me props but I don't think I'd like him in general.

"Hello, I'm Chu." A male with blue hair introduced and I blinked. Well it looks like blue hair was more common than I gave credit for.

"Karasu." This really creepy guy introduced with a smirk. His hair was inky black and long but pulled back in a messy ponytail and he had a mask over his face.

"I'm Touya." Oh wow. ANOTHER person with blue hair. What is with people here having blue hair? But it turns out that THIS male had GREEN too. Oh boy. There's one thing that's more ridiculous than blue hair and it's GREEN hair. But I don't think I have to worry about this one. It didn't seem probable that someone would have green hair.

"Kazuma Kuwabara! And one day I'll be outta here!" This redheaded male gave me a grin and a peace sign. I don't see what's wrong with him. Well besides being overly cheerful. Why would he be HERE of all places? He seemed rather normal to me.

"Hello. I'm Suzaku." Well... He has red antennas. I'm going to give up on these people.

"I'm the BEAUTIFUL Suzuki!" Hm, nothing is weird about him other than his swelled ego. I doubt he's in here for attempt of suicide. He seems like he'd cry if he ruined his body. What a weird man...

"I'm Asato." Another blonde introduced. He had a pretty good resemblance of Suzuki, only Suzuki's hair is more yellow. I wonder if they're related...

"Mitsunari." A guy with really odd looking hair introduced. Great. Now someone with PURPLE hair. Great. I'm happy.

"Aren't you going to introduce YOURSELF?" Koenma asked me and I raised my eyebrow.

"You already said my name. There would be no point." I scowled and turned away.

"That isn't the point. You need to participate in group activities Hiei." Koenma scolded and I stood up and stretched.

"Well, I think that I'm doing just FINE. How about I go back to my room?" I offered and Kuwabara poked the gauze that wrapped around both my arms.

"Wow, why are these here?" He asked and I perked an eyebrow. Wow this guy was clueless. Maybe that's why he's here. They thought he was killing himself by throwing himself in front of a car when in reality he wanted to hug it or something rather stupid along those lines.

"May I leave now?" I asked through clutched teeth and Koenma shook his head.

"Hiei, you have to stay in group." Koenma said and I grumbled and sat back down in my chair, bringing my legs on the chair too so I was crouching on it.

"I don't see what the point is..." I muttered angrily and Koenma ignored my comment and smiled at the group.

"So, does anybody have a story they'd like to share with the group?" Koenma asked and the hands in the circle stayed idol but Kazuma Kuwabara's shot up rather quickly.

"Oh! Oh! I have one!" He said grinning and Karasu sighed.

"No one cares about the ghosts you saw when you were younger. It was all a figment of your imagination." He said simply and Hiei raised an eyebrow. So Kuwabara was schizophrenic?

"No no no!!" He whined and threw his hands between his legs off the chair with his fists balled up. "I'm not LYING. They were REAL!"

"No, this is good progress. Tell us Kazuma. What happened?" Koenma asked and Kuwabara smiled like a little kid and sat Indian style on his chair and crossed his arms.

"Well, when I was 8, there was this ghost in my house. It would turn on the water, open the curtains, mess with my socks. It was horrible! So then one day..." I pretty much tuned him out right there as I gazed at my... Let's just be cute and call them classmates. I was trying to pinpoint what was wrong with them.

Karasu seems like a germaphobe but I don't see how that would get him locked up here.

"Hiei!" Koenma yelled and I blinked and slowly turned to him.

"Hn?" I raised an eyebrow lazily.

"You should be paying attention to your peers." He said and I stood up.

"Can I go now?" I asked and Chu threw his arm around me.

"That ain't sucha good idea now dun yew think so eh ol' Hiei?" He asked and I glared up at him.

"Remove your arm from me." I demanded and he grinned and ruffled my hair. Great as if it weren't messy enough.

"Aw dun be sucha spoilsport lil man! I think we could be good ol' pals now wha yew think lad?" He laughed and I shoved him off of me and surprising to everyone else he fell off his chair. But I knew that would happen. I've taken martial arts. I don't look very strong but I do have muscle.

"Hiei. That's not the right way to treat your peers." Koenma scolded and I scoffed.

"Well I don't give a shit. I don't want to be here. Let me go." I said dangerously and Koenma made eye contact with the body guard who nodded and brought me to my room.

.:~{*+*}~:.

I suppose in retrospect I would much rather be out of this room. I wouldn't be allowed out until they told me which was bullshit to the highest power. All I got to do is stare at all the damned white. I hate white but I think I've explained that already. I don't know what else to say. I think I'm going insane and I've been here for under 24 hours.

I turned to my side and noticed the black leather book that Koenma gave me and reached inside the drawer for the keys and unlocked it. I flipped through the cream colored pages and sighed. I didn't know what to write but I was bored out of my skull so I might as well do something.

I started to draw whatever came to mind. It was my sword. How I missed it. Hopefully my pal Kurama would have it being taken care of.

You see Kurama is my best friend. He's handsome, smart and so unbelievably perfect. Everyone loved him. Which is why I was so envious. I never told him how much I admired him. But I guess he would've figured so since everyone else did. A part of me hated him. I hated Kurama so fucking much. Everything about him. Even his red hair.

I looked down, angry at myself. Kurama was the nicest person I've ever met, he even said that I was his best friend. Can you believe it? Crazy psychopathic little Hiei was the prodigy's best fucking friend. Unbelievable. They all thought I'd convert him to satanic bullshit. I don't warship satin! I don't even BELIEVE in satin. (I don't believe in a GOD either so I guess it works out sort of.)

I guess in my own messed up way I loved Kurama. I hate to admit it but I did. He was always taking care of me and I missed him. He was mad at me though. He's the one that signed me into this hospital. He wanted me to get better. He needed me to get better. And I refused treatment.

"Kurama." I sighed and laid down. Without even realizing it I wrote in the journal. A few things were written in it. But before I could reread it I already locked it.

"Hiei." Koenma called from the other side of the door.

"Hn?" I turned to the door and Koenma walked in and sat on the bed opposite of me and smiled softly.

"Hiei, we're giving you a roommate so that hopefully you will learn to talk to people." Koenma looked all to smug and it pissed me off greatly. Why were they giving me a damned roommate?? I hated everyone... "His name is Jin. He'll be here in a few minutes. He's really nice and I think you'll like him."

"What makes you think THAT!?" I snapped and he just laughed and rubbed under his nose. "This isn't a laughing matter!! Why do you ASSUME that I will like someone with me!? I won't! I refuse actually! He isn't coming. I want to stay alone in this god forsaken place! Got it!?" I think I made myself pretty clear.

Then someone knocked at the door and anger flashed in my eyes.

"Oh he's here!" Koenma jumped up and opened the door. Maybe I DIDN'T make myself clear.

Koenma opened the door and I just stared at the male who stood there. He bright blue eyes, like the sky, white pants, no shirt. A small bag in his hands. And messy red hair. That's the thing that made me stare at him like I did. His hair. It reminded me of... Kurama's hair.

"Hallo." Jin smiled at me and gave a laugh. "You look kinda tired." He said and I blinked. In all honesty I was tired. I was just pissed and didn't want to admit it.

"...Hn..." I turned my head and Koenma smiled at us and waved to Jin and walked out of the room and closed it. Jin placed his bag on his bed and jumped on it and crouched down and kept his hands on his knees in his crouching position.

"So, yer name is Hiei, eh? You can call me Jin, kay!" He smiled at me and I looked over slowly and glared. God help me, I'm stuck with a hyper moron. "So why are you here?" Without answering him I held up my hand. The one wrapped in gauze and he smiled softly at me.

"Why'dja do it?" He asked and I shrugged. I wasn't going to talk to this moron. He was annoying and he had red hair. I didn't even make contact with him. He reminded me of Kurama. And that's someone I didn't want to be reminded of. At least not right now.

I turned to the nightstand and pulled out the leather journal I was given and Jin tilted his head at it but didn't ask questions as I pulled out the keys. Now that I have a roommate I should probably find a better place for the keys. But right now it didn't matter. It was pretty funny that I had to write with a crayon though. They didn't trust me with anything other than a black crayon. It kinda pissed me off because the point was dull, maybe I could get a different one. Or better yet a pen. That would be much easier.

I saw Jin pull something out of his bag. It was a picture. I glanced over from the corner of my eye and it was Jin standing next to a woman. I rolled my eyes. His lover maybe? I didn't care.

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