Title: MIA: Missing in Action 1/12?
Words: 1,419
Status: WIP (Work In Progress)
Pairing: SasNaru, Sasuke Naruto
Rating: Though, right now it's mostly PG, it will get up to R or NC-17
Warnings: yaoi, slight abuse, colorful language, eventual character death
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! What else do you want from me? Written in blood? Honestly, you expect too much.
Summary: Placed into a mental institution for attempted suicide, Naruto meets the younger brother of one of the patients. However, will their relationship become something to help Naruto resolve the issues which have haunted him for years or just anger the demon inside him? Or anger the demon in Itachi.
Prologue:
Kyuubi--
I'm not crazy. I'm surrounded by people who are though. There's a woman who comes in every day wearing the same horridly off white hotel gowns some of the people who don't bother wearing normal clothes wear. She comes in every day at the same time, around six pm in the lounge, sits in the rocking chair, and rocks back and forth clutching her head, mouth open in a silent scream as she watches the latest episode of HOUSE. The first time it happened, I was scared shitless. I asked her what she was doing and she looked at me like I was out of my mind. Ironic really. She told me she was watching House, and she had to rock while she watched House. The man in the room next to me screams and the boy down the hall surrounds himself with sand and tries to kill everyone he meets with his brain. The girl sitting across from me is holding a nasty old baby doll, stroking it's stringy hair, and muttering to it. The girl next to her is her best friend, if we even have friends. She has an extreme eating disorder, thinner than a toothpick, arms just bones and skin, and shoulder bones that jut through the thin shirts she always wears. She thinks she's beautiful in her bipolar lack of body fat.
I'm not like these people. I'm not crazy like they are. I don't mutter to myself, rock obsessively, try to lose weight until it kills me, I don't think I can kill people with my brain.
I just tried to kill myself.
Kakashi looked across his desk at the young man sitting opposite him, slouched unceremoniously in the comfy arm chair, glaring at him. It was always a surprise, these meetings. Kakashi never knew who would walk into his office, whether the session would be full of smiles and good news about the other patients progression or whether he'd spend the whole session staring at the cold rage prone figure now seated across from him. Sighing, the white haired man dropped the file he had been holding onto his desk and removed his glasses sitting back in his impressive leather arm chair.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today, Kyuubi?" Kakashi asked, trying to sound kind and open.
The blond before him grunted and scowled, his arms crossed and red eyes glaring. "What do you think Hatake?" spat the blond menace.
Kakashi tried to smile, biting his tongue. Kyuubi never meant something good, he was always the sign of something that went wrong. "I mean, why isn't Naruto here?"
Kyuubi snuffed at him, turning his head to scowl at Kakashi's bookcase stacked with Psychology books and Neuroscience. "The sandman was getting tetchy and I figured Naru needed some backup."
Kakashi frowned. Of course, Kyuubi couldn't clearly see it because of the mask covering the lower half of his face. Probably for the better really, any expressed displeasure around Kyuubi never boded well. Any emotion around Kyuubi didn't bode well. "What did you do to Gaara?"
Kyuubi smirked to himself. "Nothing he didn't deserve," he scoffed, looking back at Kakashi, a challenging glint in his eyes. At Kakashi's fixed glare, Kyuubi rolled his eyes, unfolding his arms and leaning forward towards the desk. "I just ruffed him up a bit, told him to never bother us again, and kicked his sand collection around a bit. Nothing fatal." Sighing, the blond, red eyed youth leaned back, smirking still at Kakashi as he spread his arms over the back of the chair. "Nothing like what I did to that piece of shit sex offender."
"What you did to Sai is nothing something to be proud of," Kakashi said firmly, still frowning across the desk at Kyuubi, who was grinning like a maniac. "You know he wasn't really intending to do anything to Naruto. He's still in intensive care and Naruto keeps asking what happened to him." He absently grabbed the nearest pen, his favorite one, fountain, and began to tap it impatiently against the desk. "Before long he's going to figure it out and then what, Kyuubi? What happens to your whole protection thing? How can you protect him for yourself?"
Suddenly, the smiling and sadistic expression on Kyuubi's face was gone, replaced with a snarling furious rage as the blond practically launched himself onto the desk, teeth bared and fingernails digging into the mahogany. "You don't know what you're taking about, Kakashi," he snarled out through bared teeth, hair seeming to stand on end in electric rage. "He's vulnerable. He needs me. Needs me, Kakashi. Not you, not this crummy place, not the meds you're forcing down his throat. Just me to watch him and take care of him."
"And yet you're the reason he's here," Kakashi said, showing no reaction to Kyuubi's potentially dangerous actions. He'd been down this road so many times it was like a routine. "You tried to kill him, remember?"
Still glowering, Kyuubi pushed himself off the desk, ripping his now bloody fingernails from the desk and settling back into the desk. Suddenly, his malicious smirk was back. "What? I'm not allowed to be selfish every now and then?"
Kakashi would have very much loved to have not been a therapist, working with patients, at this moment and have been able to yell at the boy across from him. "Selfish interests are one thing. Trying to kill another person to achieve your own ideas about reality are another thing." Kyuubi rolled his eyes. "You're here," Kakashi continued. "Because you tried to kill Naruto in order to gain complete control over him, eliminating him so only you would exist. Naruto is here because he, by extension, tried to kill himself."
"It's not like I'm going to try to kill him again," Kyuubi drawled, flinging a leg onto the edge of Kakashi's desk and looking at him impetuously. "I realized the flaws in my practices. He's the vessel I need, and, truthfully, he was created before me. Therefore, I can't eliminate him completely."
Kakashi rubbed a hand through his white hair. The fact of the matter was that he wasn't here to spend time working with Kyuubi. He was here to help Naruto to get better and, by extension, help him get rid of Kyuubi. Yet here Kyuubi say, feet on his desk, while Naruto remained lost somewhere. And Kakashi needed to talk to Naruto. They had been making excellent progress, Kyuubi hadn't really shown up to his knowledge since the incident with Sai, only appearing for brief moments before Naruto regained control.
"You're sick of talking to me and want him, right?" Kyuubi asked, feet wriggling slightly on the expensive furniture as he grinned at Kakashi.
"Well, as much as I love our conversations, Kyuubi," Kakashi said, flipping open the file on his desk with a flick of his wrist. "Yes, I do need to speak with Naruto. And, considering that you've already done your business with Gaara I am beginning to wonder why you've stuck around."
Kyuubi just grinned in response before his eyes suddenly rolled back, his body going stiff and head lolling back. Kakashi waited a moment, watching the boy in front of him slightly apprehensively. The head shot up for a moment and red eyes flew open. "I'm not leaving him," Kyuubi said, an extreme not of sincerity in his voice before his head fell back again and his body went completely limp, feet slipping to thud to the ground. And Kakashi waited.
Suddenly, after a moment or two, the boy in the chair groaned and shifted, hand coming up to brush his face, head lifting lethargically. Blue eyes blinked open and looked around confusedly. They focused on Kakashi and a look of shock and question flashed over his face.
"Hello Naruto," Kakashi said patiently, smiling at the disoriented boy righting himself properly in the chair across from him.
Like I said, I'm not crazy. Nor is my carrier, Naruto. We're perfectly sane, not the same, but stuck in his body. We take turns, him and me. He's weak and I'm strong. I have an advantage over him though that he'll never know, I can see everything that happens when he's alive and I'm not but he can't see me. It's a constant edge I hold over him, control, and he can never let go of me. I'll rule one day and he'll be the one watching all the time.
A/N: Please review.
