So! I decided I didnt really like The Patient anymore, or where it was heading. So Here it is; a prologue to show the differences. It'll be more acurate, hopefully have less mistakes, and should explain everything a little better. Now that I actually have a set story line it wont be vague and random, and will be changing a lot - the story, that is. The characters will be the same, and the dialog with have a simular flow and such. I've also added a few more patients, for you're enjoyment - you'll meet them soon enough. Oh, and, because It needs it, this rewrite will have moar KonoSetsu Subtexty goodness. Well, 'subtext' is a little too vague but...

If anyone doesnt like the new feel or objects to my rewriting it for any other reasons, please tell me. I am still committed to this story! I love the bugger!

ALSO, Negima is not mine. Its Ken Akamatsu's.

OKAI! Finally: The (Rewritten) Patient Prologue-preview-opinion-gathering-thing!

The Patient

Setsuna wasn't particularly surprised. She supposed, after what had happened, this was expected. Setsuna stood before a judge, a jury. She had a lawyer, and he had gone over the details of how he was going to handle the whole thing minutes before the case was brought to session. Apparently, he had changed his mind. As she expected him to go on about benefit of the doubt, the fact she had little of not no motive and was hardly the kind of person to suddenly butcher half of Tokyo U's student body, he decided to go on a different, considerably easier path.

Insanity. The witnesses behind murmured, the jury shifted in their seats, cast glances at each other, the judge, a tight-faced woman with wavy brown hair leaned back and cocked at brow at the lawyer. Setsuna simply stared at him, shocked.

After about a week of testing and questioning, poking and prodding Setsuna was diagnosed with MPD - multiple personality disorder. She was to be transferred to a hospital immediately. However, her transportation was interrupted by a fairly unexpected call. It was from a hospital known simply as The Hospital. The Hospital was actually quite renown, known as the world's best and most expensive mental treatment center in the world. Employer of the world's brightest and most experienced doctors of mental health, psychologists and psychiatrists alike, a large crew of qualified nurses and armed with the most professional of guards, The Hospital was perfect for the care of people like Setsuna. Nestled in an obscure little island south of mainland Greece, populated, but not enough to draw attention, and only a few hours sailing from Greek shores, it was all too perfect. Setsuna, as she had been 'requested' did not have to pay for her admittance there. That was what had made her decide to accept such a proposition. It was actually quite a deal; she avoids paying or making her family pay for her treatment and gets the best care the world has to offer.

Setsuna glanced down at the large tanned hand that held her arm, and slowly looked up at its owner. It was a huge man in pale and very simple blue clothes. His hair was black and slicked back, his expression flat and turned from Setsuna. She was led into a plain room and was placed on a chair, and told to wait in rough English. She did. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact ten minutes, the receptionist called her name. Setsuna stepped up to the desk. Something like uncertainty flicked across the lady's face, and she began trying to explain what Setsuna had to do, where she was going. Setsuna just stared at her, amused as the woman became more and more nervous. Eventually Setsuna just nodded and went off, deciding not to tell her that she was almost fluent in English.

She found herself in a large white room full of various people. Between here and said people was a wall of iron bars, bolted to the floor and ceiling. Something buzzed, and she was led through a door - also barred - that was locked behind her. The group of people - some in white, some in the same blue as the man from before, some simply wearing clothes regarded her as she entered. Setuna's gaze swept the room. She sized up its occupants with mild tedium. The first person she registered was a tall, impressionable man, his status obvious from the clean white coat he wore. He had balding sandy hair and a pair of thick glasses perched on his nose, and regarded the girl with a polite smile. Behind him was a young man with oddly red hair and to his left, a woman. Here, Setsuna forgot the rooms other occupants and lingered - admired. She traced the young features; the perfect curve of her jaw, her rich brown eyes, peering through her lashes with a refreshingly innocent curiosity. The curl of her lips, the waterfalls of chocolate hair that were long enough to brush the small of her back, her perfect figure and her grace and her style, fashionably respectable.

The redhead beside her spoke first. "Miss Sakurazaki..." Setsuna tore her eyes from the woman with a touch of annoyance. "I'm Doctor Negi Springfield, this, " he touched the woman's shoulder, and Setsuna bit back a smile as their eyes finally met. "Is Doctor Konoe Konoka. We'll be your personal aid." He finished with an encouraging smile. Setsuna did not return it. She was attempting to look away from Konoka, and after a moment succeeded. Negi was peering at her, patiently awaiting an answer. She smiled at him. "Yes. Thank you."

Negi looked quite pleased at this, and let a small, bright grin twitch onto his face. Setsuna frowned at it. Negi was a baby-faced lad from, judging by his accent, somewhere in Britain. He was relatively tall with broad shoulders, a slim waist and narrow hips. He had a peculiar way of standing, too. He looked like he was about to punch someone. Setsuna grimaced at the pose. She heard a voice clear itself from beside Negi, and Setsuna snapped her eyes to the pretty doctor.

"Sakurazaki-san," Music to her ears, even if it was such a formal greeting "If you'll come this way? We just need to do some basic check-overs, and hopefully we can get to know eachother a little." I wouldn't mind getting to know her better then 'a little'. A voice hummed in Setsuna's ear. She suppressed a smirk. Setsuna followed the two doctors into a small white room with a clean metal table - files and various papers spread across it - and two chairs. Two nurses came in after her, standing at either end of the room. Negi leaned casually back against the doorframe. Konoka sat at the table, and gestured to the seat opposite her. "Please, sit." Setsuna nodded and settled into the somewhat uncomfortable chair. Konoka pulled a pair of smart glasses from her breast pocket and slid them on, opening and flicking through the thickest of the files. Setsuna saw a photo of herself papercliped to one of the pages. Her eyes snapped back onto Konoka as the file was closed, and the doctor settled her elbows on the tabletop, lacing her fingers together. She smiled at Setsuna.

"Well, before we get to the more clinical side of all of this, how about we just chat? Would that be alright?"

Setsuna found her purposefully gentle voice amusing. Setsuna supposed a lot of the patients here were violent when they first arrived, so she had to be calm and soothing. That made sense. "That would be absolutely lovely, Doctor Konoe." Konoka's smile widened a touch, and Setsuna almost grinned triumphantly.

"How have you been feeling since you were arrested?" Setsuna considered the question.

"Well...confused, mostly. A little unnerved. That's all really." She paused. "I...don't really remember any of the things I apparently did that day. It all seems a little unreal."

"I'm not surprised. Such a huge change so suddenly must be very scary." Konoka said. She hesitated. "You said you don't remember anything?"

"No. If I was someone else...I didn't see what they were doing." Setsuna shrugged. "I guess its good, in a way. 'Don't have to deal with the trauma of reluctantly killing people."

"This is true." Konoka mused. Setsuna watched as she hesitated again, and peered into the file, back at her, and into the file. She closed it. "I am told you have ink?"

"Ink?"

"Tattoos."

"Ah." She nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Do they...represent anything? A memory? past love? some kind of proof of group membership?"

Setsuna regarded Konoka silently. She knew she probably shouldn't lie, or conveniently skip over anything. She picked at her thumb - a nervous habit of hers. "My...best friend liked to refer to me as 'The Girl on the Wing'." Setsuna shrugged. "We both got tattoo's of wings on our back. I got white because there were always doves outside my room's window. She got ravens," Setsuna looked away with glazed eyes. "Because her soul was so black..."

"Sorry?"

Setsuna snapped back to the doctor. Konoka was frowning in confusion at her, and Setsuna went over what she had said, and bit her lip. "Um, long story short, she was pretty comfortable with her own...unhealthiness."

Konoka seemed to decide this wasn't important, or not at the time atleast. She shifted. "You said you got white wings because of the presence of doves," She smiled carefully "Pardon me, but those tattoos being white wings had nothing to do with your being albino?"

Setsuna simply stared at her. How does she know...? How did anyone know? Was I obvious? "Oh, that." Setsuna said with a forced smile. "Nah. I hardly took...it to heart through, well, through my entire life so far."

Konoka looked at her with an annoyingly unreadable expression. Eventually she just shrugged, straightening up her back. "I see." Konoka looked pensive for a few moments, then leaned forward on the table again. "You were diagnosed with DID. I want to test just how severe your disorder is. Would that be alright? It would just be questions and a few cards, I promise." Konoka smiled sweetly, and Setsuna melted a little. She found herself agreeing almost unconsciously.

Konoka pushed the file to the side of the table, and from what appeared to be a draw attached to the bottom of the tabletop pulled several papers and square cards. She placed these infront of her and entwined her fingers together again, flashing a smile at Setsuna. "Let us begin with a few questions, hm? What do you remember from last month - before the accident."

"Not a lot..." Setsuna said, scratching her head. "My memory is pretty weak. Always has been. I mean, I remember some things really well, but most..."

"May I have some examples of the things you remember more clearly then others?"

"Of course..." Setsuna murmured, and she peered down at her hands. She just stared for a while, thinking. She felt a little chuckle bubble in her throat. "Sorry, this headache..."

"You have a headache?" Konoka seemed interested. Setsuna nodded, scratching her head again. "Do you get any other pains? More specifically, unexplained ones?"

"I...yes." Setsuna murmured. "Sometimes I'll randomly get stomach aches and spikes of terrible pain." Setsuna frowned as Konoka scribbled something down. Konoka smiled back at her.

"The memories?"

"Oh, yes." Setsuna nodded. "I remember...a fall out with one of my lecturers. He asked me into his office after the session, and...we have a rather violent argument," She started. "Purely verbal, of course." Konoka nodded, noting something down again, and motioned for her to continue. Setsuna tried to dig through her muddled bank of memories. "Oh! I remember, me and a boy from philosophy got in a fight." She grimaced. "Busted up my eye...I had to wear shades for a week..." Konoka looked obviously displeased by this.

"A boy hit you? Really?"

"I'm hardly weak." Setsuna said with a smile. "I'm experienced in several martial arts - above black belt - and love my kendo. He knew that." Konoka still looked annoyed. Setsuna was touched by the concern.

"Are all the memories so negative?"

Setsuna wandered that idea. She nodded, surprised. "Now you mention it, everything I remember is rather..." She mumbled. What an odd pattern.

"Do you ever have any hallucinations? Auditory and visual."

"Well..." Setsuna said. What has this got to do with multiple personalities? "I have seen things sometimes...and heard strange, unexplainable noises, but not just like, the random scuttles at night and stuff. Sometimes I hear like...my name, shouted really, really clear and loud in the train or something..."

"I see." Setsuna had began to notice the lines of a troubled frown on Doctor Konoe's pleasant features. Setsuna began to worry. Is there more to this MPD thing then I thought?

"You mentioned a best friend. Were you very popular?"

"No..." Setsuna looked away, annoyed at the topic. "I was always rather anti-social. People said I was dark and boring." Setsuna scowled. "Fuckers..."

Setsuna felt that fire in her. It got her sometimes, very suddenly - anger, frustration, grumpiness, all unfounded. She cooled herself, and met Konoka's troubled gaze. "Is that normal?" She asked. Setsuna swallowed.

"Yes." She said quietly. "I have a surprisingly short temper at times..." Konoka's concern only increased. She wrote a little more on the small pad, angled away so Setsuna couldn't get a peek.

"Do you ever feel unjustified anger, sadness, or hopelessness?"

"I- yes," Setsuna said, but continued quickly with: "But I always keep it in check. I very rarely lash out or, you know, harm myself or anything..." Setsuna grimaced. "Isn't that just the whole teenage hormone thing?"

"You no longer have such an excuse at 24, Sakurazaki-san." Konoka said almost teasingly, but her tone was tense. "I believe you have co-morbidity."

"Comorbidi-what?" Setsuna asked, sitting forward. This didn't sound good.

"Co-Morbidity. It's when, in addition to your more direct disorder, you have symptoms of others; schizophrenia, epilepsy, even eating disorders. Your weight seems fine though." Konoka smiled at her. "The fact is, with what you've told me I wouldn't be surprised if you were obsessive compulsive, irrationally paranoid and the carrier of a few phobias."

Setsuna grimaced. "I do...have one phobia." She said quietly. Konoka gave her an encouraging look. Setsuna frowned a little. "Water..."

"I see..." Konoka seemed to make note of this also. She looked back at Setsuna, and smile, taking one of Setsuna's hands into her own. "Thank you for telling me all of this. I will try to help you as best I can, that I promise you. You're in good hands; Springfield-san, the nurses, the caretakers. Me. We all care about your well being above all else. Don't forget that." Konoka squeezed her hand a little, and smiled. Setsuna nodded with a small, but grateful smile. The last few minutes had been very confusing. She had mixed emotions about...everything, and was a little overwhelmed at realizing all the little things she had been living with for almost ten years - the little things she thought were normal - were a huge buildup to this. Multiple Personalities. She didn't even think that existed. Konoka's hand had left hers. Konoka had the file back now, and was flicking through it, licking her fingers to pick and flip pages. She glanced up at Setsuna, then back at her file. "I apologize, Sakurazaki-san, but I have to be honest with you - DID and Co-Morbidity are a terrible combination, and if you're as unlucky as I suspect, this may have some kind of anxiety disorder - PTSD, maybe - tied to it. If so, your recovery will be...laborious. You'll be here for a while, even if things go smoothly, which is highly unlikely."

"Ah." Was all Setsuna said. She twisted her fingers a little.

Konoka smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry Sakurazaki-san, I realise this must be very strange for you...but I must know more. Will you answer me a few more questions?" Setsuna nodded her assent. "You're childhood - do your remember it well?" Konoka clicked her pen, prepared to write down Setsuna's answer. Setsuna stared stupidly at Konoka for a few moments. She opened her mouth, closed it, then frowned.

"No."

"Oh?"

"Not one thing..." Setsuna muttered, and her frown deepened. "That's odd. I mean, I don't remember anything at all, before I was like...fifteen..."

"Anything? Not...where you lived? Your family situation?"

"Nothing." Setsuna said. She looked at Konoka. "That isn't normal?" Konoka looked frustrated at the innocence of the question. She worked her jaw a little, staring at Setsuna with an insultingly pitying look. Setsuna looked away. She already knew the answer to her question. "I was told that before I was sent to boarding school at twelve, I was brought up in Kyoto with my humble family...I don't remember them, though. Apparently my parents were really nice, and my older brother was this bossy, insensitive yet secretly caring kendo junkie..."

"I see." Konoka nodded. She pinched the bride of her nose, her glasses sliding down a touch. "Treatment will indeed take time. We may attempt to reconnect the identities of disparate alters into a single functioning identity. In addition or instead, we may focus on symptoms, to relieve the distressing aspects of the condition and ensure your safety." Konoka paused. "Treatment methods may include psychotherapy and medications for Co-Morbid disorders, but...I would rather not go down that path. Some behavioral therapists initially use behavioral treatments such as only responding to a single identity, and using more traditional therapy once a consistent response is established, but we'll see. 'Traditional' is a rather troubling term when it comes to medicine." Another smile finally came to Konoka's features. It was determined and genuine, and Setsuna softened at it. "What I can tell you is that I'll try my absolute best to help you, I swear. As your doctor, I'm here for you."

Setsuna, after years of indifference, found herself believing these words. It felt good.