Broken Wings | By : crystalwind Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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When Reno Sinclair was eleven, all he wanted to do in life was start a rock band with his brother and their friends. If anyone had told him at that time in his life that in four years he would be sent to a mental hospital, he would have laughed. If anyone had told him the exact same thing only a year later, he wouldn’t have been laughing any more.
Prologue
The outer walls of Twilight Mental Hospital were built of faded brick, a brown-gray color that was aesthetically pleasing to the eye. The inner walls were flat white. The first and second floors, which held the somewhat stable patients, were decorated with paintings and posters to add color and life to the building and to break up the monotony. The third floor, designed to hold the not-quite-dangerous but still highly unstable patients, had a few pictures on the walls, but they were either pieces of soft paper taped up or paintings solidly encased behind shatter-proof glass. The fourth floor had nothing but blank white walls, gleaming tiles, and stainless steel doors six inches thick. Practically the only bit color on the entire floor was the bright red hair of one of the inmates.
When Reno Sinclair was eleven, all he wanted to do in life was start a rock band with his brother and their friends. If anyone had told him at that point in his life that in four years he would be in the maximum security ward of a mental hospital, he would have laughed. If anyone had told him the exact same thing only a year later, he wouldn’t have been laughing any more.
He spent his days in a well-padded room, either strapped to his bed or bound up in a straitjacket and face mask. The doctors weren’t concerned about him hurting anyone else; rather, they kept him contained to protect him from himself. Less than a week after being admitted to the hospital, he had clawed his wrists open with his bare hands, sending him back to the hospital that he’d arrived from. The straitjacket had followed, but the doctors hadn’t counted on his tenacity. Two weeks later, they found him in his room bleeding, having chewed through the shoulder of the straitjacket and into his own flesh in another attempt to bleed out. The mask was introduced after his return from the hospital that time. As a precaution, his bed was removed every day after he was given his morning medication and returned to his straitjacket; the orderlies were concerned he might try to beat himself to death against the bars. His room during the day was entirely barren of any furniture or other objects that he might use to hurt himself.
His face mask and straitjacket were removed at mealtimes so that he could eat and allow the blood to circulate normally through his arms; he was kept mildly sedated and heavily guarded during these times, just in case. The only other time his mask was taken off was during his sessions with Dr. Gast.
Reno had sessions four times a week: Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. He was not sedated for these appointments, and so although the mask was removed, the straight jacket wasn’t. Despite his restraints, however, this was the most freedom he ever really received, and he made use of his ability to speak with clarity by mocking Dr. Gast, answering the doctor’s questions with questions of his own, or with cryptic or meaningless statements meant to confuse Dr. Gast and avoid giving him any real information about himself.
In spite of Reno’s intentions, this very act told Dr. Gast a lot about his patient. He was a brilliant teenager, capable of complex reasoning despite his supposed mental instability. Gast privately felt that Reno was more emotionally damaged than mentally deficient, and said as much in his reports. Nevertheless, he couldn’t be safely released into society – or even to a lower-security ward of the hospital – until he showed vast improvement in his behavior, something which Gast began to worry would never happen. Four months into his internment, Reno had yet to really answer any questions about his parents or what had happened to him, and there was no indication that he wouldn’t attempt suicide again if given the chance. Many of the other doctors considered the boy to be a lost cause, and questioned why Gast continued trying.
Sometimes, Gast couldn’t help but wonder that himself.
A/N:
Where did the last name Sinclair come from, anyway? Is it in some FF7 manga or something? Because tons of people use it for Reno’s last name, and it fits remarkably well.
Anyway, this is a new story that I’ve been tossing around for a long time. I know I haven’t updated The Reaper arc for a while, but any of you who are writers yourselves know how hard it is to update something when you’ve got another story stuck in your head. This is going to be a fairly angsty fic; I can’t seem to write multi-chapter stories about Reno without abusing him severely.
That said, there’s probably going to be plenty of stuff in here that would never actually happen in real life… oh, the joys of AU :p
Reviews are much appreciated, and as usual feel free to point out mistakes :)
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