A/n: I think that we all probably know that a crazy Naruto is an awesome Naruto. So this story just happened to come to me, no clue why. Hope you like it.

Unstable Love

Chapter 1: Patient No. 13

Konoha… it was said to be a land of peace that resided in the heart of the forests of the Land of Fire. The shinobi were legendary, told to be the strongest in the world because of their loyalty and passion. Leaf shinobi that did everything they could to protect those in their care.

But like any other place, Konoha had dark secrets that even the most trust didn't know; a secret that was twenty-three years in the making.

At was about a great beast that resided within the great greats of Konohagakure; a beast that had not seen the light of day since its birth, but still had enough power to level mountains in a tempest of anger.

Thankfully such a creature was hidden from the world within reinforced walls of the strongest metal, kept within a confined state since the day it could walk in hopes that it would not be revealed. And so it sat there in the darkness, not knowing anything that existed outside the safety of its room. Waiting for the day that he would be free. Waiting for the chance to feel alive.

This is the start of the story of an unstable love.

Within the semi-dark room he was a beast both known and forgotten, a life-form with scattered thoughts like petals on the wind. He had no memories, having slowly forgotten everything long ago…the cause being that no one was allowed to speak to him. His food and water were given to him through a little flap in the door that was always locked when not in use.

A thick heavy chain connected the shackle on his ankle to the wall, allowing him to walk around the room but preventing him from escaping it; which was something he constantly dreamed about. He just wanted out of this boring old room. Sure it was always at the right temperature, comfortable, and he was fed well, yet that didn't stop the yearning to see the outside world.

Bright blue eyes glowed in the dim light as they once again scanned their surroundings, hoping that something had change. But no, it remained the same as always.

The whole room was padded with no window and barely any light. But despite the darkness he could still see the imaginary blood that stained the white walls. He did nothing to stop the hallucinations; in fact he found it impossible to rid himself of the images since he was in a strait jacket; which he utterly hated.

"Amin delotha lle," he hissed in a low gravelly voice, hoarse from disuse.

Yet those beautiful ancient words dripped with the honey of hatred as they flowed off his tongue. He truly meant those words.

There was a soft chuckling in his head, one that was the epitome of evil. One that would make the hardiest veteran cower in fear. It was a voice that no one should have to deal with. Not even him.

Suddenly flames sprang up in his vision and a burning sensation swept through his body even as he began to hear the pitiful, bloodcurdling screams of dying people. Tears streamed down his face from the millions of images in his mind's eye.

His heart knew it wasn't real, but his head thought differently and before he could stop himself he began to scream in horror. Rusty vocal chords strained to make him be heard as he struggled to his feet to slam himself against every wall; screaming the same words over and over again.

"KELA! KELA! KELA!"

Finally he slammed himself against the door, rattling it on its hinges. He continued the action till he faintly heard hurried footsteps and a soft click. No, he didn't like resorting to this, but it was the only way to stop the faux pain his body felt.

Listened for the click of the unlock being undone and let himself fall to the ground, the twitching of his muscles making it impossible to stand any longer. Then three people burst in yelling stuff he couldn't understand until one of the men pinned him down to the soft floor, even though he wasn't struggling to get loose. Why would he struggle against something that he wanted? His vision was blurred by his many tears as a lady in white strode towards him with a skinny contraption, whispering soft, gentle words as if trying to soothe him. They planned to sedate him…yes that was exactly what he wanted.

Then he felt a small prick on his rear and everything slowly calmed down.

"Diola lle. Diola lle," he whispered before he let the sedative take control and everything went black.

He was just a crazed beast, known and forgotten. He was a patient at Guardian's Mental Hospital.

He was patient number 13. Naruto Uzumaki.

Here's translation to what he said:

Amin delotha lle- I hate you

Kela- go away

Diola lle- thank you