Deconstruct

Warnings: definite ooc-ness, definite clicheness (I know there are a few 'they are in a mental ward' stories), um... fragments, I love my fragments...thats all I can think of right now.

Well on with the show...
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Chapter 1: New day

The dull blue eyes stared listlessly at the single drop of rain that caressed the smooth cool surface of the glass, gliding down to join the others that gathered in a pool on the small grainy concrete ledge outside. The grey clouds slowly began to dissipate as the sun’s rays sliced sharply through the stormy fluff. He watched as the rays warmed the asphalt of the lot below creating swirling spirals of steam. A stray beam shone through the window, hitting the bars, making a pattern of thick dark lines across his tanned scarred face, reminding him exactly where he was. He reached up to trace another wayward raindrop that crept slowly down the outside of the clear pane. He didn’t get far; unable to feel the cool glass he desperately needed to touch, because of the padded restraints around his wrists. He squinted slightly as he almost lost the drop due to a particularly bright beam of light that escaped during the soft shift of the fading dark clouds. When the fascinating droplet joined its comrades in the small puddle, he turned his face from the window and pressed his head lightly against the dreary grainy concrete white painted walls. Idly he wondered how the wall would look with a smatter of hot thick red. All he had to do was draw back his head and slam it hard enough…

He was brought out of his musings as the door creaked softly; a sliver of light ran through the small crack into the dim room, growing as the door opened slowly. Keeping his forehead firmly pressed against the wall he turned his eyes to peek at the newcomer.

“Naruto…” she began softly.

All he had to do was draw back and slam hard enough and it would be over…

“Naruto, how are you feeling?” the pink haired intern asked. She stepped into the room cautiously, closing the door gently behind her. She padded steadily over to the crumpled form sitting in a corner of the small twin mattress of the plain bed pushed to the far wall next to the only window in the room. Though he was much larger than she was, at the moment he managed to look like a small fragile child.

She tentatively sat down on the hard mattress opposite the young man. There was an uncomfortable silence as he watched her out the corner of his eye, head still unmoving from its place on the wall.

“Naruto, I know you don’t like it in here, but you know you have to come to the Quiet Room when you can’t control yourself.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out two large tan pills and thrust her outstretched palm into blond’s face. “Why don’t you take your medicine and we can leave? When you’re done I have a surprise for you.” She finished with a smile.

He turned his body toward her, the chains around his ankles clattering as he shifted into a more comfortable position. He looked into her open palm and stared at the seemingly harmless pills. He then brought his blue gaze to the pleading emerald and then back to the pills. He timidly brought his bound hands forward and grabbed for the pills, quickly popping them in his mouth. He took the offered cup of water, the young psychiatrist retrieved from the small table in the room, and swallowed with a soft gulp. A small smile crept up on his face as he faced the new doctor.

“So, Dr. Sakura, what’s my surprise?”

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The three people sat in the room that was quickly filling with thick uncomfortable silence. The woman in the white lab coat thought she would suffocate from all the tension so she pushed up from her leather chair, making her way around the dark cherry wood desk to the large window in her office. She quickly unlatched the locks and practically threw the pane skyward, breathing in the fresh air that poured through. It was still slightly moist and sticky with warmth, it was as if the outside world was breathing in her face. Anything was better than what was contained inside the four walls of her office. She turned to face the other two people in the room; one, a man in his early thirties who decided that the magazine on her desk featuring an article on nymphomania was extremely interesting. The other was a young teenager with spiky black hair and dark eyes narrowed at her empty chair in an intense glare. She sighed and crossed her arms under her ample bosom.

“Well?” she asked impatiently.

“No.”

“Yes.”

They answered simultaneously. The boy turned a filthier gaze toward the man who had yet to look up from the magazine.

“I don’t belong here”, he ground out through clenched teeth, “I have other business to attend to, and this gets in my way.”

“Which is the exact reason you are here, Sasuke. What you are doing is not healthy.”

The teen in question quirked his lips in a malicious smirk, “I only wish you could go through what I went through, then you would know what it feels like.”

With his eyes still trained on his magazine, the silver haired man addressed the boy on his left. “You forget that I did go through the same thing you went through. I lost someone very important to me in the very same event.”

“Then why are you fighting me on this?! Let me continue with my revenge! I will kill him this time, I promise!” The young man screamed as he shot out of his chair to turn toward his guardian, who still had his face in the damned magazine. He grabbed the ridiculous periodical, yanked it out of the older man’s grip and threw it across the room.

With nothing to read, he calmly turned toward the fuming teen standing above him, fists clenched at his sides, pinning him with a ferocious gaze. He took in a deep sigh before he spoke in a tone that was meant to sooth the angry raven looming above him, “Sasuke, Itachi is-”

“Don’t.Say.That.Name.”

The silver haired man sighed before attempting to speak again, only to be cut off by the only other person in the room.

“Kakashi, enough”, came her powerful voice. She pushed herself from the window sill and walked toward the now rigid teen, “You are here because Kakashi is worried about your recent behavior. I know you went through something terrible and I only want to help you move on with your life in a healthy way. We just want you to stay with us for a while so we can work together.”

“I don’t need to spend a year here to ‘move on in a healthy way’. I just need that man’s blood on my hands. I want to bathe in it. I want to watch the life escape from his eyes, just as he did with the rest of my family”, he exclaimed, voice becoming cold and detached.

She sighed and turned her honey colored eyes toward the worried dark grey pair staring back at her. “Did you bring his stuff?”

“It’s in the trunk of the car.”

“What’s going on Kakashi?” Sasuke asked, staring at a spot on the wall beyond the blond woman's right shoulder.

“Well”, he older male started, standing from his chair, “When we were asking what you thought about staying here for the next year, it wasn’t so much a question as it was …” he paused for a moment to think, “a relaying of information. You will stay here. It will be good for you.”

“Like hell I wi—”

Just then the door opened and two men in light blue scrubs walked in and looked to the blonde woman standing near the pale teen. She gave them a small nod and the two men stepped forward.

Sasuke looked from his inactive guardian to the woman slowly backing away from him to the two men advancing toward him. There was no way he was going to let this happen, he had to get out and he had to kill that man. He spread his legs slightly and raised his arms, taking on a defensive stance. If they were going to try to keep him here, they were going to have to fight him first.

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He took in deep gulps of fresh air as they walked along the path in the well manicured yard, arms linked. He remembered when he was younger he used to love to run around outside, playing on the playground with his… He shook the gathering memories from his head and focused on the amiable silence between him and his pink haired escort. It had been nearly four years since he was allowed the freedom to do what he pleased, when he pleased without an escort. This was his life now: the walls of the institution, the controlled trips outside, the daily medication; it was all a routine that he was resigned to become accustomed to. He decided to listen in on what the slightly older woman clinging to his arm had to say. It took every bit of his will power not to wrench his arm away and run into the nearest dark corner. Dr. Haruno was one of the very few people he allowed to touch him.

“We are almost there, Naruto. Are you excited?” she asked turning a pleased smile toward her companion.

“Yes, Dr. Haru- Dr. Sakura.”

“Now I told you to just call me Sakura.” She admonished slightly, smile brightening.

“Yes Doc—Sakura.” He complied, his own smile growing.

“Good.” She replied while turning her gaze to the various trees growing along the long winding path in the expansive yard.

“Hm” she looked thoughtfully, curling her thin pale fingers under her chin, “Should be close now.”

She stopped their progress to stare at the few upcoming trees. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she began mumbling under her breath. “A-ha!”, she squealed, jumping up and down slightly, startling the young man she was attached to. “Come with me.” she stated happily, pulling him off the path to the large oak tree about thirty feet away. She let go of his arm and turned to face him, “Promise me you will stay right where you are.”

He nodded his head in acquiescence, raising a blond eyebrow at the over-exuberant doctor. He crossed his arms over his broad white tee shirt clad chest and watched the woman disappear behind the wide tree trunk. He held back a small chuckle when he heard a distant cry of disgust followed by a slightly disappointed “Eww, it’s all wet!”
A few moments later the young woman reappeared with a bulging plastic bag in her hand, dripping with rain water.

“Well your surprise is in here” she stated, shaking the bag gently, trying to dry it as best she could. Noticing the small frown marring the tanned face, she grinned brightly. “Don’t worry, when I put it back there I tied the opening really tightly, the stuff inside will be more than fine.” She waved her hand, beckoning him closer before turning her attention back to the extremely difficult to untie knot.

When he reached her, he noticed her pulling the crumpled handles apart, opening up the bag so he could peek inside. Right when he leaned over to see what the plastic sack held, she quickly closed the top.

“Now, you have to promise me a few things.”

He stepped back and eyed her suspiciously, heart speeding up in anticipation.

“Don’t get like that, it’s nothing serious. Just make sure no one finds out how you got this.” As she finished her statement she opened the bag again and the nervous blond once again stepped forward to look in.

Once he saw what was inside, his face broke out into a gigantic grin. “Is that all for me?” he whispered, his trembling fingers reached out to grab the bag from the beaming young woman. He couldn’t believe his eyes; this was the best thing that happened to him since he entered Tranquil Leaf Villas. The bag trembled slightly in his overexcited grip. Looping the two handles around one wrist, he used his unoccupied arm to pull the young woman into a crushing hug.

She patted his strong back, willing her tears away as she reveled in this monumental breakthrough. “Thank you, Naruto” she whispered in a shaky voice.

At the mention of his name, the blond stiffened slightly and let go of the smaller woman. “Sorry” he said, blushing slightly and scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, I should be thanking you, there has to be about twelve ramen cups in here!”

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The room reminded him of those police interrogation rooms from one of those cheesy cop shows that one would watch on television. Not that he needed to watch television to know what they looked like, he’s been in enough. He tested his restraints for about the twentieth time in the last five minutes. He didn’t have time to sit around in a stupid mental institution, he had to get out. He had to kill his low life brother. He had to make him pay in the most insufferable way he knew how. How could Kakashi betray him like this? Was he in on it too? Did he and Itachi conspire together? He should have known. Then Kakashi will pay as well. He didn’t belong here! He was perfectly sane, he was an avenger and avengers have one goal: to wreak vengeance on the deserving perpetrator. Why couldn’t anyone understand? He had to kill them all; they were getting in his way. All he needed was to get the damned restraints off first.

From behind the two way glass two figures watched the teen struggle in the restraints that kept him secure in the chair that scraped lightly along the floor with every jerky movement.

“Well, what do you think?” the feminine voice spoke first.

“Hm, he will definitely be a difficult one, how long did you say he should stay here?”

“I told his guardian that he would need at least a year.”

The brunet turned toward his director with a raised eyebrow, “Do you think we can get through to him in such a short time? Didn’t you say he was obsessed with killing his brother? So obsessed that he snuck into a sanitized operating room with a knife and…”

“Among many other things, according to Mr. Hatake. He’s worried that Sasuke’s obsession is taking over his life; his behavior is becoming more erratic and unstable. Though he lost his family less than a year ago, since he has had previous counseling and he more or less remembers the event, we will be able to nip this in the bud before he becomes nearly unreachable…” she trailed off as her eyes softened and lost focus.

“Like…like Naruto?” he tanned man asked hesitantly, turning toward the solemn woman next to him, the dim light illuminating the scar that ran across the bridge of his nose. She did nothing to acknowledge his question as she returned her attention to the body struggling in the empty room.

The door creaked open and the tall silver haired guardian slipped in. A shiver would have run straight down his back due to the iciness of the glare he received had he not been used to it.

“Well this is where we part ways” he started in a bored tone, receiving nothing but a narrowing of the dark traitorous orbs trained on his figure. “I will visit you when they inform me that it will be alright…” He glanced over his shoulder when he noticed that killer eyes were no longer on him but behind him. He saw two orderlies carrying the large suitcases from his trunk down the hall. “Ah,” he began, turning toward the now oddly still raven in the chair, “You will thank me when you are released.” He walked over to the dark teen and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. The body underneath him flinched and he sighed. “Just… I’ll see you when I visit.” With that he retracted his hand allowing the small warmth linger on his palm as he balled his fist and shoved it into his pocket. He let out another sigh, turned around, and head toward the door.

“Did he…” came the soft voice behind him. He turned around and waited for the young man to continue his question, “Did he tell you to do this to me? He knows I’m getting close doesn’t he? He can’t stop me and you can’t stop me either.”

“No, Sasuke. He didn’t tell me to do this. I did this because I care about you. Besides, you know he can’t, he—”

“I hate you.”

They watched the older man close the door softly behind him. Iruka turned his gaze toward Tsunade with a confused face, “His brother? I thought…”

His statement was cut off when another person entered the room.

“Ah, Sakura! How is everything?” the blonde asked expectantly. By ‘everything’ she meant ‘Naruto’.

Fortunately the pink one knew exactly what she meant. “Well I spent some time with Naruto and we had a small breakthrough today.” She smiled, purposely ending her sentence too soon.

“Well get on with it!” the chief of staff barked out impatiently.

Sakura walked forward to join her two colleagues at the two way mirror and looked through.

“So who’s the new broody cutie?”

“Do I need to go over the ‘no fraternization with patients’ rule with you DR. Haruno?”

“No” she supplied, turning a cheeky grin to her boss, “I don’t think my fiancé would approve anyway.”

“That’s Sasuke Uchiha” the scarred man supplied, feeling slightly left out of the conversation.

“Oh… That’s the boy you were telling me about” she stated eyeing the stock still young man.

“Yes” the older woman ground out, anger building, “Before we talk about this new patient I would like you to finish your thought on Naruto.”

“Oh well…” though she never took her gaze from the window, her grin returned, “He hugged me” she finished casually.

Tsunade grabbed her shoulders and turned her until they were facing each other. “What did you say?”

“Yup, he hugged me.” she continued gleefully, “I swear I was going to cry. However, he tensed up slightly when I mentioned his name, like he realized what he was doing. But still, that’s progress, right?”

“Yes” the older woman breathed as she pulled Sakura into a bruising hug. She quickly released her when she felt the vibrations of a soft chuckle followed by a muffled “Two times in one day, I’m on a roll.”

“So what about that one?” she asked, motioning a pink brow toward the boy in the empty room.

Tsunade brought a hand up to scratch her chin in deep thought.

“They are actually quite similar if you think about it.” Iruka supplied, alluding to the currently observed patient and the recently discussed one.

“Yeah, they are just as similar as apples to oranges.” The honey eyed blonde quipped.

There was a brief silence as all three doctors watched the now still teenager bound in the empty room.

“Actually, I have a slightly radical idea that would help both of them out”, the new doctor suggested hesitantly, drawing the attention of the blonde chief of staff and the brunet head of anxiety disorders department “Why not put the boy who won’t forget in the same room as the boy who can’t remember?”


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