Through the Eyes of the Insane

(A.N) Hello guys. Well, I’m back. Some of you might be angry that one of my fics is currently being slacked on. Well, to tell the truth, its not being slacked on. Actually, what’s happening with that one is that I wont be posting another chapter until I’m finished the entire story cause I ran into a lot of troubles with some of the storyline where things were clashing and not making sense. A lot of things got left out and stuff, so that one is being redone so that it can be better understood. I’m sorry to those who were looking forward to see how much you guys were going to hate me for the ending.

On the bright side, this fic is actually going to be finished cause there’s not too much you can fuck up with this fic. At least I hope. I’m looking for a Beta Reader for this fic and for any other fics you want to beta.

WARNING! PLEASE READ!

Ok, this isn’t your normal sex warning or your violence warning. Though there probably will be those. Actually, I can guarantee the first. There will defiantly be sex. Maybe rape if it comes up. This warning is that this is going to be a LONG ASS series. I mean long. I have the plan for 6 stories to this one little series planned out basically to the T. So please, don’t complain about how this series should have been stopped at a certain point or anything. This is going to happen cause I want it to and cause I think it will turn out well.

ACTUAL WARNING!

Sex. Violence. Language. Dealing with the mentally insane. Dealings with certain mental sicknesses. Mixing of some religions. There will be some things from Christianity and some things from Buddhism. You’ll be able to tell the difference between the two. At least I think. Please DO NOT flame me complaining about this. You have been warned and I give no sympathy to idiots who don’t bother to read warnings to stories and then complain that something was in the story when the warnings actually warned you. Duh. That’s what they’re there for. Take them seriously please.

On with the story.

Through the Eyes of the Insane ~ Chapter One.

Cold. Really cold. And Quiet. Dark and damp. Sudden lights and loud noise. The need to run. Adrenalin. He recognized all of these things, he was sure. But at the same time, He couldn’t understand what they meant. What were they telling him? Why were they so loud and bright.

The loud noise seemed to cause vibrations in the deathly quiet and seemed to shock his eyes harshly by bringing bright and painful colors into the spectrum. Colors he was sure he wasn’t supposed to see. But no mater how much it hurt, he simply couldn’t look away. They were so pretty and so alluring. So addictive.

No. That word was bad. He was sure it was. He knew it was somehow. The actual reason wouldn’t come to him, but he knew.

Whereas the loud brought bright colors that should not exist in the visible spectrum, the quiet brought colors of the exact opposite. The colors darker than black, darker than pitch. Nothing was there and it seemed to stretch on forever. It was welcome compared to the loud colors, but at the same time, he shied away from it, not wanting to move further into it despite the knowledge that it could be his savior from such things as the lights. The painful but addictive lights.

“KYUUBI!”

His mind cleared for a moment. Very clear. He could see again. He knew where he was going. What he was running from. Why he was running. And mostly, what he was running towards. Towards him. To kill him. He had to kill him. HE was the reason he was in this situation in the first place. It was all his fault. All his fault.

“KYUUBI!”

His mind fogged, and the lights came back harshly, and again he cowered away, not able to see, but able to… to almost smell something approaching. Something getting closer. No mater the friendly manner it seemed to have, he couldn’t help but want away. His mind told him to run, but he wasn’t sure his body was running. He wasn’t sure he could. But he had to. He had to. He had no choice.

“Hey! Buddy! Are you ok?! Oh my god. Cummon. Lets get you back to my place. My god, your freezing. How long have you been out here?”

The voice filled his mind and his vision slowly returned, following the soft light that this voice, this noise seemed to create. It was more beautiful than the painful light, but at the same time, more comforting than the darkness could have ever been.

The noise was very familiar to him. Very close to him. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he knew he liked it. He knew it was good. So following his instinct, trusting this noise, he simply fell backwards into the blackness, knowing the noise would catch him. Take care of him.

The last thing and the only word that was able to slip across his mind. Naruto.

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The first thing he noticed was the warmth that seemed to engulf him. His mind slowly cleared and the feeling of his body almost surprised him. Like he knew it shouldn’t be there. But it was. Oh and how he loved it right now.

He could feel something soft beneath him, and something else beneath his head. Not quite soft, but radiating heat and keeping him… he thought the word he was looking for was safe, but he could have easily been mistaken, especially when he remembered where he came from. Being mistaken there could mean a lot of pain, or something that he wasn’t quite sure. He knew he didn’t like the other feeling, but there were no words to describe it.

The longer he lay there, the more his senses came back to him. First was touch. He could feel something warm beside him and under his head. He could feel something hard against his back, under his head and around his waist.

Next was his sense of smell. A warm and welcoming smell. The smell of burning wood, pine and the unmistakable scent of rain. These smells began to trigger something in his mind, but he would leave that for later to find out.

Next was his hearing. He could hear the wood crackling in what he presumed to be a fire. It seemed slightly distant, like it was in another room, and the sound of pouring rain accompanied it, making it sound like a melody and harmony meant to be sung together to create one of the most beautiful things known to man.

The next thing he noticed was the taste in his mouth. Dirt. Unmistakable. And perhaps the unique taste of sap, perhaps from a tree. But that seemed to be the only description that seemed to fit the bill. Though a metallic taste wound its way in, he had no problem with distinguishing it as blood. He had tasted the metallic liquid many times since he had been brought there.

Finally, he decided to test his final cense. Opening his eyes very slowly, he tried to look around. It was dark. Very dark. For a moment, he thought it was pitch black again. But slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was able to register some familiar things, even though he hadn’t seen anything like them in a long time.

Looking down, he saw that he lay on a bed. Not a hospital bed. No straps, no flimsy matrices that did no good for anybody. No small thin blanket that failed to keep heat in. It was a soft, plush bed with what seemed to be a down filled blanket on top of him keeping the radiating heat in. Across the room he could make out a desk and chair. A lamp sat on the desk, and beside that, a wardrobe. A large wardrobe that sat beside a closet.

He turned his head, looking out the window, finally realizing where the smell of pine and wood came into play. He was in some sort of log house. A very nice log house at that. It seemed large and sturdy, if one were to judge on how well the heat kept in. And the window was shut, keeping the cold air and the rain currently pounding at the window out. Pounding like it wanted in. Like he had wanted out.

The last thing to register was someone beside him. He couldn’t make them out very well, but he was able to see well enough to notice that their hair seemed to stand on end, giving it a natural spike. The man, for no woman could have such a solid chest, currently had his arms wrapped around him, and seemed fast asleep in a harmless dream.

Then he remembered the storm. How he had escaped. The doctors, for that’s what they called themselves, had tried restraining him. The he had herd the voice. The sweet honey filled voice that haunted his waking dreams and stalked his mind. The voice that wouldn’t leave his head.

His eyes grew cold.

How dare he. How dare he stop him on his way out. He had made a perfect break for it and he didn’t think, even in no state of mind, that the idiots in white coats would have been able to catch him, no mater how hard they tried. He had been so close. So close to getting to him.

Carefully sliding himself out of the bed, he made his way out of the room and into what seemed to be the living room. A fire blazed in the hearth and he sighed looking into it. It revealed so many things that shouldn’t exist, so many things that he shouldn’t see. He knew he had never before in his life seen the man in the bed. But he was able to put a name to the face. Uzumaki Naruto. He knew the man had bright golden hair, beautiful cerulean eyes, deep tan skin, and if he was right, the man was taller than him too.

But other than that, he couldn’t say much about the man. He knew the personality should be something like a bubbly person, but he couldn’t really put much to it besides that and the word loud. Loud. God he hated loud. So, SO much.

He felt like he knew the man on some level, but had never seen him, had never spoken to him, didn’t know where he worked, what he did, what he liked or what he could do. Though he was sure he could make an educated guess as to why he was able to pinpoint these small things. God how he wished it would just go away. Just leave him alone and recede to a dark corner in the back of his mind where it could never emerge again.

But he knew it wouldn’t happen and that it would catch up to him. He could feel it lurking around every corner, just out of his sight, just far enough away to say he couldn’t touch it. Couldn’t harm it. Couldn’t sedate it. That was what he hated the most about it. It made him feel weak, helpless and more like a child than he had ever felt in his life. Uchiha’s were never weak. Never.

The worst thing about it was that he couldn’t afford to be weak. He needed to be strong to exact the revenge for his family that that man had brought. To get rid of that seed of misery that had been planted in his head since that incident. To rid him of this insanity, for surly, that’s what it was.

He sighed, moving to the single seat in front of the blazing fire to sit down, only to jump back up as something sharp pricked him on the back of his legs and the cushion emitted a hiss and a loud growling.

Turning, his black eyes met with golden ones, belonging to an orangeish red cat who was currently hogging the seat. Immediately, he decided he hated this cat. Hated it with his very being. Stupid cats. His eyes narrowed in a threatening way, and the cat arched its back, his heckles rising and his claws coming out to pierce the fabric that covered the seat.

A sigh came from the door he had entered through and his head snapped around to look at the person who had entered. Naruto. As he had suspected, his eyes shone bright blue, cerulean, and his skin was darker, much darker than his own. He did stand taller, though not by much, and one thing that he seemed to have failed to notice before was how broad he was in the chest and shoulders, and how the muscle he had from boxer tops to shoulders and below seemed to accent this even more.

“Kyuubi. You shouldn’t be like that to our guest.” Naruto walked to the chair, picking the cat up and taking him into the kitchen to quickly pour him a bowl of cat chow. That done, he walked back into the living room only to see the black haired guest curled up in a corner by the fireplace. He seemed quite frightened.

Confused, the blond moved over towards the boy slowly. How had he been standing confident and tall, looking almost angry a few seconds ago, only to be cowering in a corner now? Slowly, he reached out, his hand illuminated by the fire and called to the boy gently. “It’s ok. You can come out. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The black eyes shot to his quickly and he stared for a few seconds, almost as if contemplating trusting him. But eventually, he slowly reached out, tentatively taking his hand and letting himself be pulled from the corner.

“What’s your name?”

The raven haired kid seemed confused. Very confused. As if he didn’t understand the words that Naruto was speaking. Pointing to himself, he said his own name. “Naruto.” Again he repeated it, hoping to at least get the kid to talk. Even if it was anger that came out at being treated like a child.

But that wasn’t the response he got. Instead, the boy put his hand on his chest and repeated it again. “Naruto.” The word rolled off his tongue rather easily, which to Naruto indicated that the had been able to speak the English language rather well before… well, whatever happened happened.

Naruto then pointed to him, indicating him to at least try to remember his own name. The boy looked confused again, but as if it suddenly struck him, he blurted out rather quickly, “Sasuke.” Well, it was a start. There was no last name, so helping him get home at the moment was useless. He would contact someone tomorrow night if Sasuke hadn’t remembered anything by then.

“Are you tired?” Again, a confused look followed by a tilt of the head.

This was gong to be a long night.

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(A.N) This is just the beginning. Tell me what you think? Like it? Hate it? Review! THANKS ALL!