Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine. (sigh)
Hey fans! (I mean Naruto fans, not uchiwa). This is my first fic! Yeey! I was reading Naruto fictions for a year but I never could dare to write one. And now, I still have doubts about posting this. I don't know if it's because of my horrible English or my absurd and unclear definitions or because it's (are you still reading this?) AHHH, WHAT EVER! You just get to the story. Love you all, and I know all of you love George Washington.
BTW, the places I wrote italic are Sasuke's thoughts.
The First Step to the "Way of Peace".
God hated him. There could be no other explanation.
The raven was staring to road. He roused his head up to the cloudy sky. It was still dark.
Still twenty seven minutes to the sunrise and I will die fifteen minutes later.
Great.
He lowered his head down to road again.
Fifteen minutes later…
"Out!" said a bearded police. He opened the car's door and pulled Sasuke's arm out harshly. The raven lost balance and almost fell over the police. When he found balance again he saved his arm from the cold hands.
They started walking to a strange building. It looks like a mad house Sasuke thought, then saw the signboard: Konoha Asylum: The Way to Peace. His mind was still blurry so it took a few seconds for him to savvy.
Oh boy.
He remembered everything with a flash. How he escaped his room, jumping from the window, took the gun and pulled the trigger… How Itachi died in his arms… Then, Orochimaru called the police and told them that he had schizophrenia. That he went crazy and killed Itachi then tried to kill him. They gave some kind of sedative to him. It was 5.00 a.m. and he was perished from crying so he passed out.
I need to get out of here.
He tried to run but his legs didn't move.
Come on, MOVE IDIOT!
He started to run. He didn't know where he was, or where to run to but he didn't care. All he wanted was to get back home and hug his dear brother.
His eyes burned.
He couldn't hug his brother. Never ever again. He killed him. He killed him.
Two police nabbed him.
He killed him.
Tears filled the boy's eyes. He started to cry. He didn't want to cry, he wanted to fight, to hit them. To show them he wasn't weak. But he couldn't. He just let them drag him towards the "way of peace".
Inside was unpleasantly bright. It was a small room with high cap. The walls were painted white, but it was so dirty that it almost seemed like it was grey. There was a huge, black information desk against the entrance, placed between two doors. There was something writing on them, but Sasuke couldn't read them with tear filled eyes.
There were two woman sitting behind the desk. The younger woman with blond curly hair was reading a magazine. The other woman, with white short hair and round eye glasses was busy with something on the computer. Neither of them response when they walked in.
The bearded police (yeah, him again) cleared his throat.
Five seconds later, the old woman bothered to look at him.
"Yes?" she asked too nicely.
Huh, fake bitch.
"I brought some fresh meat." He poked Sasuke. Sasuke gave him a death glare while still crying silently.
"This?" the geezer asked looking to Sasuke. She looked disappointed for some reason.
She sighed. "You must fill these papers while we show him his new home."
The younger woman grabbed Sasuke's arm then dragged him through the door on the left. Sasuke could finally read the scripture. It was writing "Useful Stuff"
As the policeman, Sasuke and the blonde left, the old woman elongated some papers and a pen to Orochimaru. He smiled and took what she gave, then started to fill the papers.
REGISTRATION FORM
Surname: Uchiha
Name: Sasuke
Birthday: 23 July
Age: 14
Psychological Illness: Schizophrenia
Father Name: Fugaku (dead)
Mother Name: Mikoto (dead)
The person/people he/she lives with: Mother (dead), Orochimaru, Itachi (brother, dead)
The medicines he/she uses: -
The surgeries he/she had: -
Address: *** (I leave that to you readers)
Phone number:*** (And this too)
Sign: Orochimaru
I know I know it's short but I promise the next chapter will be longer. Umm, i mean if i write one. But i'm looking forward to it. Dammit. You're so gonna kill me right? Okey. By the way, about asylums. I didn't know if they have a registiration form and if they do what it's like so i made up something like that. I hope you liked it anyway and, oh, you're bored. I got it. These are my last words (not in life, i'm too young) .
Love ya!