Rehab

Hello everyone, many people reviewed for this and I’m very touched by it! I want to apologies for taking so long to update. Though I wanted to make sure I was happy with it before posting. I also want to thank Taka-chan for helping me by beta-ing ^^ Cause I suck in that area.


-Spoons and Schizophrenia-

Morning came with the bright rising of the sun and the singing of birds within the air. Autumn winds blew throughout the city of Konoha letting everyone know of the changes in the wind. On such a lovely day poor Sai was troubled. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Naruto; just what were he and Sakura going to do to help him? Naruto had reached an all time low! The teen had stopped attending his college courses all together, plus tardiness with regards to his low paying job was becoming a habit; hell Naruto had barely made ends meet to begin with! Now it had come down to selling his meaningless possessions just to stay alive. Slamming another kitchen drawer shut in his frustration, Sai came to notice he had yet another problem to face this morning.

“Where are all the fucking spoons!?” Despite his anger; he didn’t let his voice rise too high.

With an annoyed sigh, he realized he was left with only one option. Exiting the kitchen though the swing door; Sai crossed the living room only to stare off down the hall at the closed door at the very end of the hallway. Sai knew for a fact his room lay on the left side of the hallway. His bedroom door was always cracked open, while the bathroom door lay on the right. Meaning the closed door was his guest room…where his darling baby cousin lay in hibernation.

Sai was a man who feared very little, yet waking Sasuke was a task enough to scare off the strongest man. With a deep breath he moved down the path, silent as night, eyes steady on the door and his body ready for whatever may come. It was at least eleven in the morning; any normal person would have been up by now! His right hand formed a fist which rose to knock on the finely polished wooden door. Seeping through the other side of the door were the chilling tones of Sasuke’s true love…Marilyn Manson. The familiar tune of his song ‘Dope Show’ could be heard rather clearly.

His fist pounded against the door, determined to gain his cousin’s attention. Four knocks and yet nothing could be heard moving. Though Sai wasn’t sure he’d hear anything over the music anyway; he tried again pounding harder while calling out Sasuke’s name. Ten minutes had gone by before the music was lowered…silence quickly followed. Though it was unnerving, Sai knocked rather softly this time around, hoping for the best and was rewarded with a string of colorful curse words filtering through the shut door.

He moved away in time as the bedroom door was yanked open a crack. Lo-and behold one crimson eye was glaring coldly at him from the said crack.

Though the crack wasn’t very large Sai pride himself on his skills as noticing the finer details of anther person. Take Sasuke for example…Ebony eyes that seemed red, while his complexion was paler than he last remembered. Sasuke had always had a slender frame, yet it would seem the young male had taken it to the next level. His coal black hair hung down in the back kissing his pale shoulders while his bangs framed his face. Sai’s own dark eyes fell on Sasuke’s tattoo, one he never spoke of how it came to be there on his body. The way his gray sweatpants hung off his narrow hips seemed well… wrong. His black long sleeved shirt looked two sized too big, on his thin frame.

Without lifting his head Sasuke’s greeted his cousin, “Piss off.”

Not phased Sai frowned, “By any chance…would you happen to know where all my spoons have gone?”

Sasuke shifted to stand at his full height of six- two which surpassed Sai by an inch. His head was still slightly down cast letting his bangs hide his eyes from view, “Sure I do…I know where everything this in your fucking apartment.” He sniffed rubbing his nose.

Before Sasuke could slam his bedroom door shut, hoping to return to the dreamless slumber he’d been removed from only seconds ago, Sai reached out to stop him glaring at the taller male.

His voice left no room for questions, “Where are all the spoons Sasuke?”

“Why do you need to know?” Sai blinked at that…was Sasuke serious?

“They’re my spoons…” Sai reply flatly.

Sasuke snorted in return, “I don’t care if they happen to be The Holy Mother’s spoons; you haven’t answered my question.”

Sai growled in frustration, “I want to use one.”


“Try using a fork instead.” Sasuke smirked, once again, ready to close the door.

“I would if I wasn’t trying to eat yogurt!” He snapped back.

Sasuke lifted his hand to his nose sniffing softly, “….your point?”

“I can’t eat yogurt with a fork asshole!”

Titling his head to the side Sasuke questioned, “Have you tried?”

By then Sai had had enough of this little game and was about to hurt the other.

“Sasuke, give me the damn spoons or get the hell out!”

With a another curse Sasuke turned away from the door closing it as much as he could before walking away from it. Sai tried his best to control his anger. Sasuke had never been an easy person to get along with. Through the years and through the death of his older brother; Sasuke had surpassed the term of antisocial and become more of the antichrist. He was only just out of high school and been fired from his assistant job at a hospital. Why…? Because he flipped out when a woman grabbed his behind in the elevator, that’s why! Sasuke went as far as to turn around and sock her in the neck. No…that wasn’t a mistake. Uchiha Sasuke socked a woman in the neck for molesting him in an elevator…though due to the fact that he was an Uchiha no charges were filed. Still it would seem Sasuke wasn’t fit to be in the presence of others. This was why he was supposed to be living with Sai; and visiting a guidance leader to talk about his problems.

Though what it truly came down to was that Sasuke’s parents couldn’t handle him anymore. They were still grieving the loss of their eldest son Itachi, when the only son they had left started to rebel and cause harm to their good family name. It was unheard of. So they dumped Sasuke on Sai, and asked that he do whatever he could, to help Sasuke return to the way he was. Underneath everything Sai truly did care about Sasuke’s well-being. He loved his cousin, but with his crazy sleeping habits, lack of drive and determination, his loss of appetite and his fucking scary ass mood-swing…Sasuke could be a bit much to handle. He sometimes was sure that Sasuke had something going on that he wasn’t fit to handle. Sai was roused from his train of thought when Sasuke opened the door once more. He stood there with a single spoon within his hand holding it out for Sai.

“Spoon.” Sasuke announced, shaking his head lightly as his sniffed.

Sai’s eyes went from the spoon back to Sasuke then back to the spoon. A look of disbelieve on his face the whole time, “That’s it?! You give me one spoon…I had twenty spoons before you came here Sasuke…in three weeks time every single spoon has disappeared!”

Sasuke glanced at the spoon in question then back towards Sai, “You mean to tell me you keep count of your spoons? Don’t you have a job or something…I mean what kind of man sits around counting all his silverware…and people are worried about my mental states?”

Sai slammed his fist against the doorframe; Sasuke didn’t as much as flinch at the harsh action. Sai had lost his cool, damnit Sasuke always had a way of getting under people’s skin in the worst kind of way!

“I want to know what you’re doing with all those spoons…” He paused the boy had just sniffed again?!

“…Are you sick or something?”

Sasuke’s eyes turned cold before he sent a frighten glare towards Sai, “Here’s you damn spoon…now go eat you fucking yogurt and leave me the hell alone!”

Sai didn’t have time to open his mouth before the spoon was flung down the hallway, and Sasuke slammed his bedroom door shut. The music once again turned back up to its normal level echoing lightly down the hall making the closed door vibrate. Sai still upset, beat on the door calling out the other’s name. After ten minutes without a response he cursed storming off down the hall snatching up the spoon as he went.

With a ragged breath Sasuke sighed, his body curled up on his side his back pressed against the door hugging his legs to his chest. Ebony strands of hair slipped into his view as he stared vacantly at the spoons littering the floor around the room. Some were bent beyond compare while others held brunt underbellies. It taken a while to find a descent spoon to give to his cousin, it wasn’t like he could just give him a bent spoon. Then Sai would ask more questions. Sasuke couldn’t have that. He was so close… No one would understand. They’d just over react and send him to some damn program. They wouldn’t listen if Sasuke said he didn’t have a problem, everyone would claim it to be denial.

Empty coal eyes scanned the room, glancing at the piles of clothing scattered along the dark blue carpeted floor. Some Sasuke knew were clean while others were dirty, though he had trouble telling which was which. Black cotton sheets pooled around his full size bed, the same place they’d been from two days ago when he’d violently torn the damn things off for no reason. The poor things were hanging by a single corner. The mattress was spotted with stains but his big fluffy black and blue down comforter lay over them to try and hide it. He sniffed pulling his legs closer to his body as he let the words of the song wash over him in waves. The voice did very little to calm him, but he’d have to wait until Sai left for work before he could find any kind of relief. Sasuke really didn’t have a problem, despite what others would think, they wouldn’t understand Sasuke was only on a mission. A mission to find his older brother...

Yes his beloved older brother. The one everyone believed to be dead buried beneath the soil. Ha! Morons! Itachi wasn’t dead…oh no. He’d escaped, he’d found a way out of his meaningless life, to be given freedom! People thought Itachi was perfect, but he wasn’t. Sasuke knew the truth. He knew of the pain his brother suffered from, the aching he went thought day after day. He hated it, everything, work, school, the parties, and dinners, their parents! He hated it and desperately need a way out! Sasuke knew because, he’d seen it. The spaced out looks, the hours alone in his room, saying he was working, but the room always smelled funny. Itachi said, he just needed something to help him relax. To not lose his cool, but…but soon things changed. Itachi grew farther and farther away from his family. His stopped working so hard, and was always locked up in him room. Their father flipped and demanded some answers, answer that Itachi refused to give.

That was until one night, after dinner, shit hit the fan. Sasuke could remember both he and his mother outside the den listening to his brother and father go at it. His mother stood trembling by the door, tears falling from her eyes. Sasuke sat on the bottom stairs of the grand staircase, glaring at the front door. His ears picking up ever word yelled between the two of them…even the sickening slap of his father striking his older brother. Never in all the years Sasuke could recall living; had his father ever raised a hand to Itachi. Never! The door full open, his brother’s eyes burning with a red rage as he took off past his mother and himself towards his room. The slamming of his door shock the house to its core, it wasn’t but ten minutes before Itachi came storming back down stairs, a duffle bag in hand his coat in the other.

His mother went into hysteric at that moment screaming and begged her eldest not to leave. He didn’t listen; he only shoved her off, flung the front door open and left. He was gone just like that; it was like that for a month not a word from him or anything. Well until the cops showed up one night saying they found his brother car under a bridge in a shady part of town. It seemed it had been set on fire and a body was left in side. They had no way to id the body. So everyone believed it to be Uchiha Itachi. His murder was hidden from the press, and kept quite. But leaks got out…

Sasuke smirked chuckling softly to himself. They buried the brunt piece of shit…his parents. They hadn’t a clue, as to whose body they found, but they buried it anyway! Sasuke laughed a bit louder. It wasn’t his brother…it couldn’t be his brother! Uchiha Itachi was alive and out there, and Sasuke was going to find him. He tore his room apart looking for something anything that would point him in the direction to find his older brother. Sasuke was left with nothing, so his only choice was to follow in his big brother’s footprints and turn to drugs. So far the search for his sailing had bare no fruit…but Sasuke wasn’t going to give up! He was found his brother if it was the last thing he did!

.O.

It smelled funny…girly in a way.

He hated coming here, he hated lying on her couch and having her ask him questions about things he plainly did not want to talk about. It was pointless; he’d lie if she wasn’t so good at seeing through it. She sat there in her brown leather chair, leaning it back ever so slightly her eyes scanning over his body watching for the smallest change in his behavior. Oh but she wasn’t going to get anything out of him! Fuck no! He didn’t even want to be here damnit…they made him come. Said it would help him work through his fucking issue! He didn’t have any goddamn issue to work through! He just wanted to be left the fuck alone! Hell she couldn’t have been any older than he was…she damn sure didn’t look like it! There she goes again…watching him; just what the hell was she expecting; for the devil horns to shoot right out of his fucking forehead!

Well she could stare at his ass all fucking day…because he wasn’t going to say shit to her. He didn’t on Tuesday…nor last Thursday, or either of those days last week! So ha! Bitch could sit there safe behind her oak desk tucked away with her fucking spiral notebook for all he cared!

The ticking on the clock had no affect on either of them, and his eyes shifted just a bit to the left to find her writing something down in her notebook. He frowned; how the hell was she going to sit there and write, when he hadn’t said a damn thing! A bit annoyed with the turn of events he sat up right on the velvet couch sending her a stern look. Her eyes lifted upward meeting his without expressing a single emotion. So the two stared at one another for sometime before she sighed and continue on with her writing, seemingly uninterested with his games, oh but he knew better. He watched with mild fascination as a ribbon of raven hair fell from behind the safety of her ear, falling into the path of a single golden eye.

Alright…she couldn’t read his mind so it was fair…no safe to say. At times…she did have her moments when he found her to be rather…attractive… sometimes. Like now, with her pale skin tone and calm exterior, those haunting golden eyes that watched his every move like a cobra waiting to strike its prey. The black haze known has her hair; was wild with natural curls, which he knew for a fact it was straightened out everyday. How much time she spent straightening her hair; he didn’t know. But he remembered once when he’d come in to find her fusing over the annoyance of having curly hair. He liked it curly, not that he’d tell her that. Still she had her moments, she wasn’t a woman filled with smiles and happy grins. Her smiles her rare, and to be appreciated when given, that’s what she told him anyway.

Time was rapidly coming to an end, and oddly enough he was upset with this encounter. Today had been an ‘I think you look hot day’ and she hadn’t spoken to him. That stole away the magic of the day. So despite his feelings before hand; he spoke.

“You’re wasting my uncle’s money.” There, straight to the point, none of this fluffy shit.

She didn’t even bother to lift her eyes off her paper, “…and you’re wasting my time.”

Well, she never was a woman fond of fluffy shit either, something that added points to her overall score.

“It’s your job to help me sort through my problems.”

She calmly set her pen down, leveling her eyes with his, “Let’s be frank, shall we?” She lifted and eyebrow her way of asking if she could continue.

With a single nodded, she folded her hands together on top of her desk, and spoke as if she had no interested in his life what’s so ever.

“Your mother woke up one morning sick with her life and everything around her and without warning she takes her own life. Your father feels he can’t handle raising you alone so he sends you to live with your uncle, his twin brother, and two younger cousins. Only a year later you find out your father was murder in a car-jacking. You, then blame your uncle for not being there when your father needed him most, you also blame the whole family. You show violent tendencies and signs of drug abuse. So…in short… Your uncle thinks your just as crazy as your mother and what me to make sure you aren’t. So just what problems do you think I can help you…sort through as you put it?”

He frowned; she wasn’t supposed to say it like that.

“Are you saying I’m not crazy?”

She sighed leaning back in her chair to study her beige ceiling.

“No, you’re a basket case by all means. You feel threaten by my presence which is why you’ve stopped talking to me these past two weeks. You think if you don’t talk to me, then I can’t say you’re crazy. Yet your forgetting the talks we’ve had about your dreams.”

He paled, thinking back to those nights he’d woken up screaming in horror.

“I see you recall, the dreams you have of killing your uncle, and cousins, your boyfriend included. The dreams you have of painting the wall with their blood. What person dreams of killing his family I have no clue. Coming from a non-profession view…I’d say you a fucking psycho.”

He glared his fist clenching at his side, but before he could answer she snapped up and their eyes locked for a moment of silence.

“You have problems. That we can both agree on. I don’t think you have Schizophrenia…but I do think something is wrong with you.” She sighed brushing back that strand of hair he noticed earlier.

“With that said…I’m not going to sit here and play guessing games. I’m here to listen an offer my opinion. If you don’t speak…I can’t help. I want to; out of all my patients you’ve become my favorite. Still, don’t waste my time and your uncle’s money. I suggest you no longer attend these sessions until your ready to open up and receive the help you need.”

That was not what he’d expected still his face showed nothing and he rose up, as did she, moving slowly towards her desk and reached out taking the petal soft hand into his own. He studied the finely polished French tip nails and the rattlesnake white gold bracelet around her slender wrist.

“Thank you.” He nodded.

Once reaching the door he was over come with an empty filling. So this was it, for over six months he’d come to this office every Tuesday and Thursday trying to find some peace of mind. Now…now he was done.

“Should I find myself ready to get that help, may I call you.”

When he didn’t get an answer; he turned to find her standing in front of the large bay windows looking out over the busy streets below.

“Yakushi-san?”

“I was offered a position, at Konoha Rehab Center. One of their therapists retired. Orochimaru-sama thinks it would good for me to work there.”

Moving a bit closer he decided to play it cool, by leaning back causally against her desk. Long slender fingers ideally shifted through the simple trinkets placed there. She found the gesture bothersome but choice not to speak on it. Yet narrowed golden eyes watched as he lifted up a picture frame, only to gaze curiously upon the people in it.

“Did you know…that every time you say that name…Orochimaru…you tend to hiss and a look of displeasure comes across your face? I did.”

“You’re point Hyuuga?”

“Why are you following advice from someone you pointedly dislike?”

Her elegant frame stiffened greatly, her full lips moving into a sneer. Her nails treated to dig into the palms of her hands yet she gain some control. Turing towards him, her face had once again become schooled, giving an expression of indifference.

“Get out Neji.”

Neji smirked; he knew that if the woman had fangs they’d be dripping with venom!

“It’s always a pleasure…Sukenobu.”

He nodded his head in a farewell before setting the picture frame back down and moving towards the door. Feeling better about the way things end, he opened the door and exited failing to close it in his wake. His cocky stride carried him all the way back down the well lit hallways, past the giggling receptionist and into the elevator. Once Neji was gone the door opened a bit wider allowing her personal assistant to enter. He gave a small bow, letting his silky white hair fall over his shoulder blocking his gray eyes from view.

“Yes, Hiten?”

“You have a telephone call Yakushi-san.”

Gray eyes watched as she moved towards her desk once again, her hand reaching out to grasp the phone, only to show a moments hesitation.

“Who is it?”

Letting his eyes fall back to the floor he whispered, “Your godfather.”

Her sneer back in place she snatched up the phone and spoke with much distain.

“Good Afternoon…Orochimaru-sama.”

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Okay, Review Responses and what to expect for the next chapter!

Next Chapter: Chapter two, there will be insight as to why Naruto and Sasuke have such bad air between them, and Sakura calls in the aid of Naruto’s cousin in order to get help for him. There will also be another drug abuser introduced. No not another oc…I’m no where near bold enough to try more than one. Though Naruto is not the only drug user in this fic, there are more…and I want you guys to see them all before I being their rehab.

I’ll have you know the next chapter is in the works of being half done. I feel that if I make you wait so long the least I could do is give you all long chapters.

Stacy - Thanks for the review I hope you keep reading.


kyu-chan - Ha! Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I’ll try to update in a reasonable amount of time.


omg.ladyfiend - Sorry to upset you about the rape thing dear. Oh yes, but Naruto is not the only one with a problem you’ll see soon enough. Hmmm I can say Naruto will have a fling with Gaara, nothing lasting, but in the end I plan on making this a NaruSasu if that answers your question. Other pairing will be announced later on.


mydarkerside - ….Can I just say…I LIKE YOU! Hehe your review was just what I was looking for! From both the content/fangirl point of view. Thank you for your review and I was wondering if you had the time, would you like to be a beta for this fic? It would help me a ton! No pressure you understand.


hanyou-elf - Wow. Thank you, I’m just excited to have you review my work since I’m a big fan of yours! I hope I didn’t disappoint you with this chapter, but I thought I’d give everyone a bit of Sasuke and Neji to get things going. Writing this is going to be intense….but I hope to keep you hooked though every chapter.


sadistickiss - Hehe, thank you. Well for the self-harming I aim to please, and I talked to a few friends of mine that sadly took part in that as to how to go about writing it. I want to be truthful about this fic or as close as I can be, because it is very serious. I don’t want to glamorize drug use in anyway…but yeah. Pairing…hmmm one pairing is a bit of GaaNaru…and will end with a NaruSasu.


Makkura Arashi - Taka-chan *glomps* Thank you again for helping me ^^ Oh when am I gonna see an update on your one fic…the one when Sasuke has a little girl names Rin! I dying to see more of that one!