A/N: Thanks for giving this a try, guys! This idea came to me when I was playing Sasuke on Clash of Ninja 2 and listening to "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" at the same time.

I also don't own anything Naruto BOOOO!!!!!

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Welcome to where time stands still

No one leaves and no one will

The buzzing fluorescent light above only magnifies the single, metal framed twin bed and stark white paint of the walls. My new home until I get rehabilitated. I'm not really crazy. I just have a bad attitude and I cut myself a little too deep one time.

Moon is full, never seems to change

Just labeled mentally deranged

Dream the same thing every night

I see our freedom in my sight

No locked doors, no windows barred

No things to make my brain seem scarred.

Did I mention that I'm also prone to insomnia and have an obsessive personality? My older brother found me cutting myself next to my mother and father's slaughtered bodies.

I look around nervously and skeptically before sitting in the corner of the room where I hug my knees to my chest and bury my head into my knees. I'm in here for God knows how long with no chance of getting out. It won't be easy to pretend that I'm fine, but if that's what I have to do to get out, then that's what I'll do.

Sleep my friend and you will see

That dream is my reality

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"Uchiha Sasuke-san?" I look up and nod. "It's time for breakfast." I sigh as I stand and follow the woman in white to a line of people dressed in the same garb as myself. They all look miserable, like they don't even want to be alive. I join the line after they make a small gap and attach me to the others

They keep me locked up in this cage

Can't they see it's why my brain says 'rage'?

I glare at everyone's heads that are bowed while eating like it's their last meal. A boy about my age is sitting up perfectly straight and he hasn't touched his food. He has almost black circles under and around his eyes. His features are soft, but his expression is hard. It seems to penetrate everything it falls on. His bright red hair compliments the small amount of freckles that dust his cheeks along with his pale, yet bright, blue eyes.

He seems to have more restraints than the others. Some of the assistants try to put food into his mouth, but he keeps perfectly still except for the rise and fall of his chest, which is sometimes erratic. "Why're you looking at Gaara?" I break my stare to see a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy who's also very handsome.

"Because I can, dobe. Just like you want to talk to me."

"I don't-."

"I'm a psychologist, don't doubt me."

"Yeah…and just look where it landed you." He mumbles. My attention is turned to the cracked open window.

Build my fear of what's out there

Cannot breathe the open air

Gaara…I've got to find out what that kid's about. He was escorted to his…cage away from everyone else and before everyone else. "Okay, Sasuke-san! You get P.E. now!" I groan.

"Can't I just have English instead?"

"No, you need your fresh air, silly."

"I also need to keep up with my world languages, love." Her bubblegum pink hair, sea foam green eyes, and perky breasts are rotting my teeth. "You really need to turn brunette."

"Why?" She nervously asks while grabbing a lock of hair to compliment her question. I smirk as I brush the piece in her face behind her ear. "Your hair…paired with your eyes and perk 'can do' attitude is obnoxious." She says nothing as I stick out my wrists with the gleaming scars pointed up to the ceiling. She attaches the shackles and leads me to a wide, high school style gym. She unlocks them and they fall to the glossy wood floor with a bang. "Okay…would you please tell me your name now?"

"Sakura Haruno." She says with a smile. We make our way to the center of the gym where there is a badminton set and a basketball. "Badminton or HORSE?"

"Can't we do something like martial arts?" She gives a surprised look.