A/N: Under Revisions as of 1/18/16- Just for minor spelling errors, grammatical issues, etc. No changes to the storyline will be made. Thank you for reading!
"We are all insane, all of us, unique perceptions of our own creation… yet. We also created normality."
Patient Records
Facility # 6
Patient #0786
Age:19
Birthdate: Unknown
Gender: F
Level: 7
Disorders: Schizophrenia, Major Anthropophobia, Insomniatic, Agoraphobic
Document Date: 12/21/2011
Kinari Oshenka, assumes the name 'Sakura' and the Surname, 'Haruno.' She refuses to understand or accept that she is, in fact, Kinari. Blood tests have come in by court order, confirming her parents as Kenai Oshenka (father/unknown) and Mari Oshenka (mother/deceased). No other relatives have been confirmed biologically. The subject has no siblings, cousins, or other ancestry to go by. From what examiners have gathered at Facility # 9, the subject is, "…Basing her own reality upon fiction, of which she is the author of… has been seen to write stories, some short, others long novels, and in these stories, she depicts a girl, by the name of Sakura Haruno. Haruno, as described in these writings, is about her own height, has emerald green eyes, and vibrant pink hair. The subject has frequently died her hair, and we have originally concluded this may be in attempt to focus perspective of Haruno as herself. The subjects Schizophrenic-like behavior is based around the stories, which, in some, the main character is killed in the end. Restraints are necessary if behavior exhibited can be dangerous to the subject. Intenisty varies…" The report by Dr. Nara confirms rising suspicion about the sanity of such a girl, and the acts committed- the murder of her mother, and perhaps the father, were not done out of malice. The Hokage of the Supreme Court Committee has sent the subject to Suna treatment facility #6, to be overseen by experts here.
Gaara's eyes flickered over the paper once, twice, and then again. Though it was just one of many set before him, the large stack containing a series of records based around this one patient… Dozens of testimonies from doctors, nurses, all experts in their own specific fields- all of which were positioned around neuroscience and mental health.
After growing up with a bad case of insomnia and some schizophrenic impulses, Gaara Saihara had devoted the rest of his life to helping others with the same illness as he had, and this girl, he hoped, would be no different. At the age of 22, he was one of the youngest in his profession, but because he was new to it, the senior doctors liked to throw the patients of which they couldn't properly diagnose or really do anything for.
Such was the case with Kinari Oshenka, despite the odds, Gaara was set, focused, and ready. Nothing she did would surprise him… Or so he told himself.
So he thought.
He didn't realize that, in taking on this girl, he was also taking on solving the murders of the Oshenka family line, and the Haruno family line as well…
Maybe even gain a little bit of her insanity along the way.
The tall, pale, red head walked through the winding halls of the establishment, the stack of papers neatly tucked into a manila folder which he held beneath his arm snuggly. The young mans' hair was messy, at one spot on his forehead it was purposely smoothed over to try and cover a red kanji tattoo he had gotten during his younger years while he suffered from schizophrenic outbursts; something he was definitely beginning to regret.
He wore a plain, long sleeved black shirt beneath a paper white lab coat, which proudly held his name written on the front left breast pocket, where a couple pens were also finding shelter. His shoes were just regular white sneakers, along to match with the white pants.
The door to Kinari's room felt as if it was shrinking with every step, and soon, Gaara realized how nervous he was. But why? He had stayed up all night, reading over her papers, which was just a collection of jumbled reports from doctors who really had no clue what to diagnose her on, except-
Except… he was nervous because if he could help her… If he could somehow change her behavior for the better… Something his colleagues could not.
Then Gaara would not only be looked upon with respect for once, but it would make his career as well. And if he couldn't… he would have absolutely no chance at all. He would be the janitor for the others mistaken diagnoses'.
This girl was going to either set him for life, or break it in half like a toothpick. That alone was plenty to be nervous about.
His hand was sweaty, gripping the handle to the door and pushing. It didn't move. What? Oh. Use the keycard… Right. Good. The resounding click means its open… You can push now…
Of all the ways I could have been killed. Of all the enemies, all of the rollercoasters I've ridden for that adrenaline rush, the hiking spent in the mountains, all that time spent thousands of feet above ground in an airplane…
Why is this how I'm going to die?
Or is it, that I'm already dead?
It all started about three years ago, when my parents realized, I, Sakura Haruno, was in fact, mentally ill.
Insane.
Everyone here knows what "mentally ill" means. It means you're crazy, you were dropped on your head a little too much as an infant, or-
Moving on. Here's a little guide to insanity. Or how about, "Surviving in Suna?"
"Surviving in Facility 6?" No! Just "Facility 6"…? Yea.
I like that. Has a nice ring to it, besides, it is what we'll be discussing anyhow. Now lets begin…
The last doctor told me that this new guy was an old friend of his, he said "play nice." I don't play nice… Shikamaru was an asshole anyway. So whats with this Gaara dude? Whats so special about him?
I'm not crazy. They just don't understand. I know whats really happening out there… The problem isn't in here. Its outside. It's not me. It's them. It's not me…
It's happening again.
Shikamaru? Why are you leaving?
I don't want to have to see someone new… I just got used to you. They all scare me. They're old… they have this mean, cold look in their eyes, and I feel like He's there. He's watching me.
Shikamaru?
Shika….
Can you hear me? Please?
I don't want to die.
-Click-
"Shikamaru…?" There was a sudden shift in the rooms atmosphere, the pink haired girl turning around slightly in the only chair provided to her, a pencil and notebook resting in her lap.
A head of dark red hair began to inch its way into the room.
"NO! NO NO NO! NOOO! WHERE'S SHIKAMARU! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" The book was thrown at the door, and it's utterly shocked occupant. The screams coming from the small girls throat did not match her size or seem to even fit her voice at all. He took in a deep breath, doing exactly what Shikamaru's notes had instructed him. He remained calm, and he held his ground.
But above all else, he remained perfectly silent. Opening the door only enough to fit inside, before allowing it to close with another click, the sound of the lock sealing them both in.
Followed by more screaming. "I SAID STAY AWAY! GET OUT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Another item was thrown, the pencil this time, though she had a terrible aim and it bounced off the door behind Gaara harmlessly.
Just do as Shika told you… Calm, Silent, reserved… You can do that.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Gaara was just thankful the walls in this building were soundproof.