Beyblade Burst Adventures

Asylum Six (DISCONTINUED)

In which we see a world where Wakiya Murasaki is tormented each night by haunting memories of the terror he had to endure three months prior. With no idea how to help him through his trauma and recover, Mr. and Mrs. Murasaki have no choice but to commit him to the local children's hospital that also serves as a mental institution... But it's not the solution that Wakiya wanted.
(Revamp of the Asylum Eleven AU, inspired by Fran Bow. Everyone is Turbo-aged, and Lui is fifteen because him being ten in Burst S1 is still BS.)

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"NO! NO, DON'T HURT ME! DON'T HURT ME!"

"Wakiya! Wakiya, wake up!"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! DON'T HURT ME DON'T HURT ME!"

"Wakiya, it's me! Wake up, you're having a nightmare!"

"Hah?!"

Fuzzy shadows alight a pitch black background. That's all I can see for sure, until I hear a click and the lights come on, bright and painful to my burning eyes. Through the blur of tears, I can make out one familiar face.

"Father?"

"You're home now, Wakiya, no one will hurt you," He tells me, reaching forward to take me in his arms. Against my will I flinch and cover my face on instinct, but when I realize what I'm doing I begin sobbing uncontrollably. "Another night terror..."

"How many is that now, this week?" Mother asks from where she stands by the lightswitch. I don't hear him say anything and force my arms down, crawling to him and wrapping my arms around him.

"I'm sorry, Father," I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face in his chest. "I don't- I-I-I don't know why I'm like this."

"This isn't your fault. It's not humanly possible to spontaneously recover from trauma, no one expec-"

"I-It's not trauma! I'm okay, I- I just- just-"

"Wakiya," He whispers, slowly raising his hand and causing my body to freeze in terror. I relax only a little when his hand begins to stroke my hair, and his voice reaches my ears. "You have to start being honest. You're not okay, and no matter how much you say you are, it won't change."

"No," I choke out, my grip on his shirt tightening. "No, I c-can be okay! I promise, I just-"

"You don't need to be okay, though. After everything you've been through, this is to be expected. We can't change it, we just need to work through it."

I let out a soft whimper, trying to keep from breaking down. I just can't, it would only make things worse... I just have to keep reminding myself I'm home and this will go away, right?...

"You can stay with us again, alright?" I nod a little, wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the bed and gets up, carrying me out of the room and through the hall. The sound of slippers scuffing against the carpet lets me know Mother is following close behind.

After a moment the walk ends and I'm lowered onto the bed, covering my eyes as Father and Mother settle in beside me and the former pulls the blanket over me.

"Goodnight, Wakiya," He murmurs, and when I peer through my fingers I see the guilty, disheartened look in his eyes that hits my gut like a sledgehammer.

"G- Goodnight, Father. Mother," I mumble in return, glancing at them both.

"I love you," Mother says softly, and I echo it back in a voice that's fading from exhaustion, the same drain causing my eyelids to droop down.

The emptiness and darkness consumes me swiftly, leaving no room for anything but one last exchange to slip through the veil of wakeness.

"We have to do something, Shigeru. He can't go on like this..."