Yo, hey everyone again! Here's another story for you guys, someone gave me this idea as well. Tell me what you think, well later guys!
Rated: Undecided: should it be T or M?
Summary: AU. Gaara, deemed insane, sits in the mental institution. Naruto walks around free, trying to help get Gaara placed in jail instead of the institution. Naruto gets random gifts from a stranger, which warm him in a cryptic way. Gaara just wants out. NaruGaa
The light hung low. Someone moved it aside as they led the man to the chair. The man was not just chained, but handcuffed behind his back and barely had an inch of the pale skin showing through the other restraints. The man was seated, and two guards stood on either side of him.
It was slightly unnerving to the young blond male, but he whipped that off his face. He was here for one reason. He had to get the other man to speak. He had to get an official response or admittance of the murders. He thought it best to get straight to the point.
"Did you play a role in the murders of Sasori Akasuna, Kisame Hoshigaki, and the man known only by Deidara?"
No response came from the man at first. The blond heard a muffled mess underneath the metal over the other's mouth. That was a bit extreme in his opinion, but they must have some sort of reason for it.
"Can you remove the piece on his mouth? I can't hear him."
The two guards hesitated. Both shared a quick worried glance, but one eventually took off the piece so the voice could be heard. They stepped back a few feet after that.
His blue eyes connected with the pale blank eyes of the other. He repeated his question, but the person remained silent. He tried a different question. "What is your name?"
There was yet again no sound from the red-haired man from across the table. The blond was getting slightly annoyed at the silent stares.
He snapped his head up and stated. "Leave for a bit."
The guards made no move. They had to be in the room in case something happened. They gazed at the patient. They nearly bolted for the door for some reason.
"Alright, let's start over." The blond got out a notebook and laid it on the table. He opened the book and turned the book so it was the right way for the other to see. He pushed it across the table, within arms length, of course. "Recognize them?"
Silence filled the room again. The pale eyes didn't glance to the papers at all. They stayed right on the blond. He stood up and grabbed the notebook. This was a waste of his time. He headed toward the door. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at the man that only stared at the chair the blond had been in.
"See you next time, Shukaku."
He escaped out the door and left the blank man inside. He had to come back tomorrow. He had to make people realize that the man there was a cold-blooded killer, not an insane man that couldn't control his actions.
"Today totally blows!" He screamed out in frustration.
"Hn." He rolled his bright blue eyes at his friend's one worded sentence.
"Funny thing is that even you say much more than he does."
"He probably doesn't want to talk to you, dobe." Sasuke stated, while taking a long sip of whatever he had in his cup.
The blond's cup lay nearly full as he sighed and slumped his shoulders. "How am I supposed to get his ass in jail?" Sasuke shrugged a shoulder.
"Throw him in there." Naruto laughed at him.
"How much did you drink?"
Sasuke hiccuped a bit. "Dunno."
It was most likely a lot more than usual. Naruto chuckled. "I guess we should get you home, buddy."
"Ay, okay, budddyy." Naruto resisted to roll his eyes once more. Sasuke never got drunk, maybe tipsy, but never like this. It seemed both of them had a bad day. Both men stood up, and Sasuke seemed oddly steady on his feet.
Naruto went toward the door just as he heard.
"Package for Mr. Uzumaki." The waiter smirked a bit. The normal residents of the bar knew that the decorated boxes came every three or so days. They also knew it would most likely be the usual. It would be completely empty other than orange paper inside.
The first time that Naruto got a package at the bar was pretty hectic. Everyone had crowded around him for a look. Naruto had nearly ripped the box in half to get the contents. He was really disappointed in just getting blank crumbled up orange paper.
The next one came, and Naruto had been hopeful. He got the same thing as last time. Now he didn't get excited when he heard there was a package. He would open it, even if he knew there was nothing in it.
He didn't want to bother today. He tried to wave it off, but the waiter chuckled at him and threw it at him. Naruto had no choice, but to catch it.
"Just open it Naruto, we all are just dying to see it." Naruto grumbled.
"Fine." He opened it and saw the usual paper. He was about to toss it out when Sasuke grabbed hold of his arm.
"There's writing on it."
Death comes in many shapes and sizes.
Naruto blinked. He read it aloud for the curious bartenders, waiters, and the 'usuals'.