My first Naruto fanfiction, better known as my first fanfiction of any kind.
I do not own anything.
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Empty white halls. Quiet corridors.
This particular wing of the Konoha Mental Health Institution was always silent. No screamers were stowed away in the dark corners of this 'special' ward.
As everyday, the quiet footsteps of the young doctor Uchiha echo through the ward. As everyday, he visits all of his patients. As everyday, he listens to the stories they repeat.
The gut wrenching tearjerkers of the teen mother who killed dozens.
The monotonous reflections of life from the insomnia inflicted serial rapist.
The silence of the young murderer.
As everyday, psychoanalysis ensues. And, as everyday, there is no progress.
But today, something new. A new patient. A new story.
This one was a bad boy. A 'demon'.
Uzumaki Naruto.
He came in wearing the jacket, like they all did. He was flanked by two guards on each side, meaning he had put up more of a struggle than most did. He would, thought the doctor, be staying in that jacket for a while.
He was of average height, five eight or so, with a slim build. Badly cut blond hair framed his handsome, tan face. Sky-blue eyes peered out from tangled bangs.
He didn't look like the average mental patient. Except, say, the long, jagged scars that ran in sets of threes across each of his cheeks.
He didn't look like the average mental patient. The look behind the seemingly innocent cerulean eyes wasn't the haunted, deadened one the psychiatrist was used to seeing. It was dark and foreboding, like the calm of the sea before a destructive storm.
The worst part was the fact that this look scared him.
He shook off his dreary thoughts. Odds are, he told himself, he'll be just like everyone else.
He watched from afar as the security guards unlocked his room. Another blank, empty room, like an open book waiting to be filled with meaningless tales.
The question is, are you ready to listen?
