Do not Own Naruto, nor all of the OCs in this

Problem Children

Chapter One: Welcome to the Nuthouse

Naruto glared at the slate grey building in front of him. It was located on the edge of the village, the end of it stuck in the forest. It was 3 stories tall. Happy little rock path to the door. Keep their mentally distressed guests at ease.

Mentally distressed guests my ass Naruto thought Just a fancy term for the crazies here.

And now I'm one of them.

Kakashi glanced warily at Naruto who was still glaring full power at the building. Naruto was such a happy-go-lucky person most of the time, or at least that was what he had originally thought. Now he didn't know what to believe. Other than the fact that he was blind enough or Naruto was a good enough actor to make sure no one noticed his...problem.

Naruto sighed mentally. How the hell had he let himself be caught, by that no good Uchiha boy no less. God, the raven, duck-butt boy was probably blabbing to all the genin what a nutcase he was. More looks of pity from the peanut gallery.

Flashback

Naruto was leaned up against the far wall of his bedroom. In one hand was a bloodied kunai, and in the other was a CD player. He hummed along to the song while he brought the kunai against his arm again. The arm was covered in a mixture of fading white scars, angry pink and red scarring cuts, and about 6 new cuts, leaking the red life down the arm on the floor. A few drops had landed on his black jeans.

The music turned to a sad melancholy song.

'All around are me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces'

As the music went on, Naruto's senses were becoming dulled. The song's wistful tune was point to point with the words. Every key from the piano in the background accented the sadness of the piece, fitting the singer's mournful voice, that seemed to call out like his own.

'And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

are the best I've ever had'

That part made him laugh. Everyone else thought probably that the dreams in which he was hokage, which were none, were the best he'd ever had. Nope, those idiots had no idea. Of course, when it came down to it, most of them were oblivious to how he felt. Its not like he wanted specifically to die, just that it would be nice. The music went on into the rest of the chorus and finally into the next verse.

'Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday'

He was still waiting for a day that he was happy. A day where he didn't hurt himself in some way, whether it be starving himself, or cutting. They day when he was the least happiest was the day of his birth. The day of the death of the fourth hokage. That day was filled with more insults, more bruises, more scars, than any other day of the year. There was no one to sing Happy Birthday to him, because no one wanted him.

'Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me'

Even now, when he was in training with Kakashi-sensei, he wasn't truly taught anything individually. Kakashi would address them all in a more monotonous voice, mainly aimed at Sasuke, the obvious favorite of everyone. Was he made of glass, or was he just see through? No one really saw him at all. He was just the background ninja, only good for a beating, or nothing but being ignored.

The song ended eventually, the player coming to a slow stop.

Naruto's breathing became a little more ragged as he looked down to his bright red cuts along his arms. His true friends. All the blood loss was finally starting to get to him. As he gazed blurry eyed forward, a shape of a person came into view. The person cried out his voice as his eyes closed and he toppled to one side.

The calls the person was making echoed in his ears. Who was calling him? He didn't have the strength to open his weary eyes. The world was a sea of black that he fell in.

End Flashback

Why did this have to happen? He had started even before he had joined team seven. Now because of the incredibly stupid team, he was here, at this place.

Knowing that he should just act the part out and get this over with, he began to walk towards the hellhole he was to stay in. Goddamn the bird-butt Uchiha to the sixth level of hell. The doors opened automatically to a large waiting room, which held lots of chairs, magazines, and happy green plants.

Nothing better than such a room to welcome you to the funny farm.