I do not own Naruto or any of the characters except Claire.
They say I need to be watched, to be protected from myself, so they put me in here. I don't understand though; why do I need to be protected from myself? What's so bad about me? I've always tried my best to keep out of trouble and I've always gotten good grades. One day though when I came home from school my parents were there waiting for me. They were there with a psychologist; he stared at me, bored, with one eye covered by some sort of mask. He stared at me awhile before speaking, "Claire, your mother and father are concerned about your behavior and have asked me to come and give my own opinion. So for the next couple of weeks I will be staying here observing you, to make sure you are safe." I stared at him confused, "Safe from what?" He smiled at me, "Why from yourself of course." That was the day my life changed, after a few weeks of me doing my normal routine and doing my best to ignore him; he said I had to be institutionalized. After many arguments with my parents they agreed with him and sent me away to this horrible place. I was never told what was wrong with me exactly, I felt like I was completely fine, but I guess I'm not if my parents sent me away to this place.
So far I hate this place, I dont have any freedom and I can't even wear my own clothes. My psychologist, whose name I found out was Kakashi, walked me into the day room where others were gathered doing not much of anything really. Kakashi took me around and introduced me to some of the other patients my age. First there was Naruto, he was an overly happy blond yet he was too dangerous to be in public. Naruto excitedly hugged me and started talking about how I would love this place. I smiled, he had a refreshing personality compared to most people I've met. Next was Saskue, from what I could tell the only thing wrong with him was that he thought he was better than everyone else, but apparently he tried to kill his older brother multiple times. He didn't even glance at me, just continued to stare at his game of chess. Then there was Kiba who thought he was a dog but he was quite adorable with his little puppy; who barked happily at me. I wonder how he managed to convince them to let him keep his dog in here though. What I wouldn't do to have my cat in here with me in this horrible place. The last people in the day room were Sakura and Ino and from what I could tell Ino was short tempered and anorexic and Sakura was bipolar. They both glared at me as I walked by, 'Gee what friendly girls,' I thought to myself.
Kakashi escorted me to my room saying I had a male roommate and that he was a bit difficult but that I should be fine if I didn't piss him off. "What!? I have a male roommate? WHY!?" I practically screamed at Kakashi. Kakashi sighed and said, "Because no one else wants to room with him and we don't have any more rooms at the moment, so make the best of it alright." I glared at the back of his head as he led me to my room. "You know if you keep making that face, your face is goanna get stuck like that," he said in a teasing tone. I childishly stuck my tongue out at him as we rounded a corner, "Well here's your room, call me if you need anything…Please try not to need anything," Kakashi said as he walked away back to his office.
Timidly I knocked on the door and waited, I head a faint come in and opened the door. Lying on a bed there was a boy with blood red hair and the kanji symbol for love on his forehead. He had thick black lines around his eyes; looking like he hadn't slept well in a long time. "Umm…Hi, I'm Claire nice to meet you," I said nervously. He looked up from his book to look at me and said quietly, "Gaara." Woah he has a deep voice for such a small physique…and not much of a talker, ugh bummer. I sat down on my bed and pulled a book from the small bag of stuff I was allowed to bring. As I sat there reading Gaara got up and stood in front of me. "Yes?" I asked. "Why are you here?" he asked. "Uhhhh, I'm not really sure they won't tell me yet," I answered confused. He continued to stand there glaring down at me; since he wasn't leaving I decided to test my boundaries. "Why are you here?" I asked. He glared at me and turned around to walk back to his bed. After a few moments of silence I gave up on him giving me an answer, if he didn't want to talk about it that was fine with me. "I killed people," he whispered. I stared at him, how could this boy that looks like a panda kill anyone? He didn't seem like he was crazy or upset, compared to most people in here. "Are you afraid of me now?" he asked. "Why would I be afraid of you?" I countered. He stared at the floor gripping the bed sheets tight. "Because…I liked it, I even killed my own mother."