Me: I know I'm in the middle of a few other stories, but what's a writer who doesn't jump around right? I do not own Naruto/Naruto Shippūden the only thing I own is my characters.

Welcome to Mentaru Institution!

My hands shake as I bring the knife to my wrists; I hesitate closing my eyes as I take a deep breath. I reopen my eyes and move my hands, blood oozes from the cuts forming on my arms. I cut more and more, the water in the tub is turning red. Everything's getting fuzzy as I feel myself being pulled to unconsciousness, somewhere in the distance I hear someone banging on the door and yelling my name. I let myself sink to the bottom of the tub just as darkness is surrounding me I see my big brother he's saying something to me. I can't hear him. There are sirens and running feet, finally everything goes dark and I lose consciousness.

I open my eyes. I'm standing in the dining room of the house. Everything's so dark in here, 'Did we lose power?' Lightning lights up the sky outside the window and thunder cracks, shaking the window panes. I hear, sobbing? I look under the table and sitting there with knees pulled up to the chest an arm around their body sits me. When I was younger, it's a younger version of me. I hear someone else talking. Ah, I'm on the phone. "Mommy, Daddy please come home! Please, I'm scared. Hurry home!"

My eyes shoot open and I sit up fast, before falling back down again. My head explodes with pain and lights dance before my eyes. I hear something beeping; once my eyes refocus I slowly look around from where I'm laying. The room is white and the noise I heard is coming from a heart monitor beside the bed. 'Ah, I'm in a hospital. I didn't do it, I failed.' Something cold and wet slides down my face I go to wipe my tears, but stop when I see the white bandages stained red around my wrists. I lay there for a moment staring as the bandages get darker as the blood pours from the wounds on my arms.

I start sobbing and soon the sobs turn to screams. I'm ripping at the bandages making the wounds worse then they were before. My chest hurts and my throat aches. I keep scratching and screaming. Nurses and doctors run inside. They hold me down. I'm thrashing and jerking something sharp pierces my skin and I start to lose consciousness again. Just before everything goes dark I see my big brother standing in the doorway crying. 'He's crying. It's because of me, it's because I killed our parents. It's my fault, everything's my fault.'

I open my eyes and this time I actually am my younger self. I hear footsteps and look up. My big brother crouches down and looks at me under the table. He's crying. His pretty brown eyes are red and puffy and his long dark brown hair which has fallen out of its ponytail does nothing to hide the salty trail down his cheeks. He takes his no rim glasses off his face and wipes his eyes before pushing them back in place and crawling under the table with me. He wraps me in his arms and I lay my head against his chest. Rocking me back and forth while rubbing comforting circles on my back he tells me something. I look up. "Mom and dad. They….they got in a car wreck. The car skidded on the water covering the street and they hit a tree. They're in heaven now."

I open my eyes again to the beeping of a heart monitor. I try to sit up and find myself strapped to the bed. I struggle and wiggle and worm, but can't get out of it. I sigh and hear someone snoring from my left. I turn my head and see my big brother sitting in a chair with his glasses in his lap and his arms crossed over his chest. I study him. His dark brown hair that reaches his shoulders is pulled back in a messy ponytail and strands stick to his face. There are dark circles under his eyes and his usually tanned skin looks pale. There are those horrid salt trails down his face. His eyes flutter open and he rubs them as he begins to wake up. He jumps up knocking the chair over and making his glasses crash to the ground when he sees me watching him.

He starts crying again and runs over to me grabbing onto my left hand and squeezing it. "Daijiro! Why? Why did you do that?" He screams this at me and I just continue to stare at him. He brushes my short black hair out of my eyes exposing my ice blue eyes to the world. Something he knows I don't like. I shake my head making my hair fall back in place as I look through the strands and watch as his lips begin to quiver. He quickly turns around exposing his back to me and I hear him take a deep breath. He walks over to the chair picking it up and putting it back in place and then bends over for his glasses. He flops back down into the chair with a sigh. Rubbing his eyes with his hand he let's out a big breath and then looks up at me putting his glasses on.

"Once the doctors give you the all clear to leave, you're going to an institution. They can help you and the doctors recommend it." I shake my head frantically 'I don't want to go to a place for crazy people! I'm not crazy!' He sighs again and walks over to me pulling the sheets higher to cover my exposed chest. "Everything's already settled, they're setting up a room for you right now. We'll go straight there when the doctor's say its okay to leave." He kisses me on the forehead before slowly walking out the door. I watch him. I watch how his shoulders are slumped under his too big tan hoodie, and how his slow shuffling walk is causing his old worn out sneakers to squeak on the hard tile floors. When he disappears through the doors a nurse comes in. "Looks like you'll be getting out today! You've been asleep for four days! They say it's because of the stress!"

She continues talking in her happy chipper tone while she unhooks all the wires from my body. I can't say anything my voice isn't working; maybe it's better if I just don't talk anymore. Once she's done she sets my clothes on the chair my brother was sitting in ten minutes ago and walks out after giving me a cheery wave. I stand up slowly and begin to dress pulling my worn out jeans on and shrugging into my black tank top and yellow button down shirt. As I'm tying the laces to my black converse my brother walks in carrying my deep blue suit case and black messenger bag. My hands start shaking and I can't tie the knot in my shoes. He sets my stuff down by the door and crouches in front of me and takes control of my shoes laces. He doesn't say anything as he ties them for me.

I think about the time when I was in elementary school, Daitaro was in middle and he always tied my shoes for me because I could never get it right. I snap out of it as he stands up and grabs my bags he looks me at me "Ready?" I simply nod and follow him out to his car sitting in the parking lot. I climb in the passenger seat as he puts my things in the trunk and slides into the driver's seat. He cranks the car and pulls out of the parking lot, I rest my head against the cold glass window and watch as the houses start to disappear and we're driving down a dirt path surrounded by trees. I can't help but gasp as we park in front of the institute-no it looks more like a Victorian style mansion!

I hesitatingly climb out of the car as Daitaro hands me my messenger bag and he grabs my suitcase. As we walk up to the front doors despite the fact that I'm a fifteen year old teenage boy and not a child anymore I grab for my brother's hand. He stops and looks at me for a minute before giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. We walk up to the reception desk still hand in hand while my brother talks to her. After a few minutes a tall woman with short gray hair and a warm smile comes out to greet us. "So this is Daijiro! My! He's so handsome! Look at him!" I nervously shift my weight from foot to foot as she looks me over.

I personally never found myself handsome. Sure I'm tall, but my brother's taller. Sure I'm smart, but again my brother's smarter. I stop shifting and just stand there staring at my feet as I jerk my hand from by brother's and stuff them in the pockets of my pants. Out of the corner of my eyes I see the hurt look on my brother's face before it disappears. I found out the woman's name was Ms. Kimi and that she's the head of the institution. She leads us to a set of double doors and gestures for us to go in as she walks away. Daitaro pushes open the door and we both freeze and then alternate between looking at each other and the scene before us. My brother sets my suitcase down by my feet before running off to talk to Ms. Kimi.

I survey the room. There is a teenage girl with blue hair and a single lip piercing sitting at a table in the corner of the room doing origami while a teenage boy with bright orange hair covering his eyes and lots of facial piercings sits across from her reading something that looks like a file. Sitting in a chair near the TV is another teenage boy with black hair pulled in a ponytail reading a book. Next to him sitting on the couch is a six foot tall boy with blue skin and blue hair watching a show about sharks. On the floor in front of the table is a boy whose back is to me. In another corner of the room a teenage boy with green hair is feeding a Venus flytrap while whispering to it. Also sitting on the floor in front of the table is a pale, red haired teenage boy playing with puppets. Across from him is a blonde girl? Who has half of her hair pulled up in a ponytail and bangs covering the left side of her face. It looks like she's making birds and spiders from the clay sitting beside her. Also sitting on the couch is a buff, tan teenage boy covered in stitches counting money while a pale, purple eyed; silver haired boy waving a three pronged scythe in the air yells profanities at him.

'And this place is supposed the make me "better"?' I move to go find my brother when I trip over my suitcase and land in heap on the ground. Everyone in the room turns to look at me. I stand up keeping my eyes trained on the ground and my hair covering my face as I pick up my suitcase and set it down properly. A few of them smile and the blue skinned guy watching the shark show says to me in a deep voice "Hey! You must be new kid! Welcome to Mentaru Institution!"