Wow! This is my second fanfic. So I'm not sure how it will turn out. It may seem like other mental instutution stories about GaaSaku that you've heard, but believe me, it has a completely different plot line.

I do not own Naruto! YAY!...whatever. just read the story. Oh! If you want it to continue, plese tell me. BYE!

Sakura sighed. She was alone, standing in front of a precariously large cement building. There were no windows, and the old white paint was chipping away to the stone cold gray of the rock. Her name was Sakura Haruno. Medical intern. She had been assigned by her mentor to visit a hospital for her final test. Thanks to her other intern 'friends' choosing the best ones, she was stuck working at a mental institution. She couldn't wait. Even though she was standing outside the sturdy iron doors, she could still hear the crashing and banging of her soon-to-be-clients inside. She silently wondered what made her agree with this. Shizune had said that she could go to a hospital in another state, but NO, she wanted to go to the nut house. What was she thinking?! She sighed, then took a deep breath, and prepared herself to go in.

She was walking up the steps, when suddenly, the door flew open, reveling a blonde haired woman standing there. A man was trying miserably to fight her, but the woman jabbed something into his back and he was quickly knocked out. Several medics rushed up and placed the man carefully on a stretcher. Sakura's mouth was hanging open. The woman brushed herself off, then turned to Sakura. She wore a white lab coat that reached down to her knees, and her hair was pulled up in two identical pigtails. Sakura looked into the deep brown eyes of the woman, as she smirked.

"Welcome to your first day on the job. You'll be needing this." She handed Sakura a tranquilizer syringe. The woman's smile faded.

"Your Sakura Haruno right?" the female asked inquisitively. Sakura was still shocked by how the tall woman in front of her had knocked out the man, and was staring at the blonde in a daze.

"Hello?! Any body home?!" The pink haired medic looked up, blinked a few times, and then presuming the lady was talking to her, said, "Yes Ma'am?" The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Follow me."

The girl obeyed and followed the brown-eyed lady into the place where she would be working for the next few months. She tucked the syringe in a special pocket, then she took one last quick glimpse outside, to the green world, then turned and followed her instructor.

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The walls of the place had seen better days decades ago. There was graffiti on the iron walls, as well as an assortment of stains that lined the bur carpet floor. Sakura looked up from the disgusting ground as the tall woman turned. "Okay, let's get started shall we? My name is Tsunade Matsumaki. You will never use or address me by my last name. I am the head honcho of this establishment and you will be under my supervision. Got it?" Sakura gulped. Not much of a welcome speech. But then again, she is the supervisor of a mental institution.

"Yes Tsunade." Sakura replied. Tsunade nodded.

"Alright, if you'll follow me, I will show you all your patients and their room numbers. If you have any questions, feel free to ask." This woman seemed like she had given this speech many times before. Sakura shuddered as she thought about how many interns this place must have gone through. She walked down the long hallway with her new boss. Thinking about how she would be able to last long here. She was so absorbed in her thoughts, that she didn't know she was speeding up and smacked into her employers back. She fell to the ground and skidded a few inches as her face went bright pink.

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry Tsunade!" She squeaked, feeling extremely embarrassed. Tsunade smiled.

"Don't worry about it. That seems to happen a lot with interns." She helped Sakura to her feet and Sakura dusted off her uniform before she continued walking. Sakura looked through the door windows as the strolled down the gloomy hallway. Many of the people she got a glimpse of had straight jackets on. Sakura silently wondered if any of those were her clients. In front of one door she stopped. A girl about the age of seven was trying to strangle one of her nurses as the medical team tried to pull her off of them. Tsunade saw what she was looking at and joined her.

"That's Mitsuki. She got admitted when she started terrorizing the neighbors and carving their bushes in the shape of hearts then setting them on fire." Sakura gulped. This was going to be the longest year of her life. Finally they reached an old elevator where Tsunade entered her key and they went inside.

The elevator itself was in bad shape. Like the rest of interior of the hospital, it was made of rusty iron and had a gaping hole in the side, where someone had apparently punched a hole in the wall. Tsunade saw what Sakura was staring towards and said, "It's not as bad as it looks. Not all of our patients are this violent. Only the ones in the basement." Sakura turned her head and looked at the elevator number pad. The numbers lighted were the fourth floor, the second floor, and the basement floor. Sakura looked at Tsunade, then the number pad, and then to the hole in the wall. One of my new patients is in the basement. She thought terrified. Then she followed Tsunade, as their elevator came to a complete stop.