Hey everyone! this is Star and i hope you enjoy my very first story! I plan on continuing this ... also I am trying to explore the more psychological and dark aspects of the characters so bear with me (haha lol) . Please R&R thanxie 3

Don't you see their bodies burning?
Desolate and full of yearning
Dying of anticipation
Choking from intoxication

Empty Walls, Serj Tankian

He came in screaming and fighting, a wild beastlike fury made his eyes glow with fire. It took three attendants hold down his body, even though he was just a child of 12 years. Legs thrashed through the air as he writhed beneath their touch. He made lithe, smooth movements but it was not enough. He was fighting a losing battle. They pinned down his arms and legs. He tried biting and clawing to get free. Finally, a woman in white sprinted down the hall, her inappropriately high stiletto heels clicked loudly and echoed off the walls. She held a large needle, filled with a blue liquid that swished back and forth as she ran. It was a tranquilizer….

When he woke up, Sasuke found himself strapped to a chair. His muscles immediately tightened, his breath came quickly. Where was he? Had they sedated him? What happened? He craned his neck around and searched for the door, which was many feet behind him – a near impossible escape. The walls of the room were a mocha brown and the floor; he looked down, was tiled and broken a bit in the corners. In front of him, a large mahogany desk commanded the room. It was the type of desk that, when sitting behind, made one feel powerful. However, the man positioned behind it was far from an authoritative Caesar. Instead, the boy found an unassuming man with hair that was gray on the verge of white. This man's skin sagged under his chin and by his eyes; it bunched up and was wrinkled.

"Hello, my name is Mr. Connors. Pleased to make your acquaintance," the man shattered the silence that had held the room. The air seemed to exhale the breath that it had been holding. No, no that's not it. There was just that there was a window open. Figures…

Sasuke didn't reply to this statement and this didn't seem to bother Mr. Connors. He probably was not expecting a reply any way.

"This is Belleview Orphanage. We can show you around. To your room and the kitchen … Oh! We even have a library. Of course you'll be expected to go to school but that's not part of the orphanage…," He trailed off. Mr. Connors stood up and motioned encouragingly to the door. Lifting his arm, he placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder. In a jerky sudden movement, Sasuke reeled away. The chair crashed to the floor, along with the boy.

"Don't touch me." From the floor, he glared up at Mr. Connors. His eyes shot daggers at the man.

So, they had found him on the street and had brought him here. Sasuke's eyes travelled down the corridor, this place wasn't home. He would never find home. It was destroyed by no one other than his older brother. He could still picture the warm sticky blood running down the street and on the wooden floor of his home. He remembered the pang in his chest as the adrenaline and fear pierced his heart and quickened his pulse. A wave of nausea flooded his stomach and crept into his throat as he remembered. His chest felt heavy.

Why had this happened to him? He mused at his ill fortune that had plagued him throughout his life. A superior-in-everything brother, a father who paid him no attention, a mother who was never around, no friends at school … If there was a God, why had he been abandoned. Forsaken and unimportant. Was he to be thrown to the wind? Strewn about the concrete jungle of Konoha, left to fend for himself… It didn't matter now. He was trapped at this "institution."

The door slammed shut and he was left in his room. The space looked and smelled like it belonged in a cheap hotel. On his back, he lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His head touched the cold iron headboard. A camera monitor blinked in the corner. Mr. Connor had explained that it was only there so that he did not do anything rash in his first few weeks at the orphanage because it was a new adjustment or something stupid like that.

The lock clicked as Sasuke twisted it into place. He crossed his arms and looked around. He felt his emotions slip away, leaving emptiness behind. He walked towards the mirror that hung in the room. It was large and it reflected a broken boy, pale and gaunt. He lifted it from the wall and put it in the closet. There was no need for vanity anymore. There was no need for anything anymore. Coldness washed over him and began to poison his heart, a permanent chill that filled the core of his being.

Investigating the room, he peered under the bed, looked out the windows and opened drawers. As if to add to the hotel feel of the room, someone had cleverly placed a bible in one of the drawers. Sasuke sneered and slammed the drawer, as if, in hurting the book, he could somehow pain the deity that had caused him such misery.

Just an hour later, and it called to him… He opened the drawer back up. Wrapping his fingers around the text, he lifted the book from its place and dropped it onto his knees. Opening to the first page of the first chapter, the delicate page felt good in his hands. He ripped it out. The silence in the room made this noise boom. The scratchy separation of page and book grated against Sasuke's ears. He folded the paper, then again and again. Folding crisp creases in the paper. The ink came off a little onto his hands, staining the pure pale white with bits and pieces of black letters and words.

A paper crane was born. It stared at him from the desk, wanting to fly away. They both did.