Disclaimer: This is a fan-fic, therefore I am fully ready to admit that this is just that, a fan-fic, which means, by definition, it is impossible for this sleep-deprived, half-insane, fan-fic addicted girl to own Naruto or any of its characters. Got it? Good!

Well, Ran went all over the place this time. She has been forcing this idea down my mental throat all day, and so, just to please her, I am forced to write it. She wouldn't even let me shower in peace, oh no, she had to go make me start up on a plot, which Miki immediately started criticizing. Su is just happy that she gets to dust, polish, and shine it later.

Onto the story!

Inner Sakura

Inner Gaara

"Talking…"

(Author Notes)

Chapter One: Stories

"Sakura? Are you there?" Shizune asked, hesitantly stepping into the pitch-black room.

Sakura had flipped over her bed again and was hiding behind it. Peering around the post, Sakura saw Shizune's frame in the well-lit doorway.

"You know I don't like light!" Sakura said viciously. "Go away, Shizune, I refuse to talk today."

Shizune closed the door behind her, allowing the darkness to envelope her. "You don't have to talk, just listen." When Sakura didn't say anything, Shizune went on. "You and I are being transferred." Again, not a word from Sakura. "I have had your case ever since I first started working here. I was an intern, just waiting to finally be free from this place, when you came in. Nobody knew anything about you, only that you had carved the 'peace' kenji into your chest. You helped me decide to stay here."

As Sakura continued to hide behind her bed, Shizune continued. "There is this well known doctor, Docter Tsunade, and she has cured several patients that everybody thought were incurable. She has requested a crack at your case."

"Everybody has tried my case!" Sakura retaliated, instantly changing moods. "Every three to four months somebody new is waiting in that stupid room! I scare off each and every one of them! I don't want to see this Tsunade."

"Sakura, please just listen." Shizune pleaded. "Doctor Tsunade is a med-nin, a Suunin level. I actually believe she can help."

"When will you guys finally figure out that there isn't anything to cure?" Sakura asked, venom pouring from her mouth. "This is who I am, deal with it!"

Shizune wasn't going to continue taking this from Sakura. "I don't care what you think; you and I are being transferred there tomorrow. You have never left the hospital, so you don't understand how things work. I will come in and tie up your hands, gag you, and then you and I will ride in a truck. At all times a gun will be held to your head. Is that understood?"

Sakura knew when to give into Shizune. "Yes, Shizune."

"Good, I brought you a bag so that you can put all of your books in it." Shizune tossed a bag into the middle of the floor and left the room.

As soon as Shizune was out of the room, she sagged against the wall. The guard next to Sakura's door eyed her for a second. Shizune waved off his hand.

Sakura…nothing really was known about the girl. It had been a late-night, 11:00 at night; shifts were just ending, when a car pulled up to the front with a man carrying a girl with bubble-gum pink hair inside a blanket. As soon as he had crossed the threshold, the man had collapsed, from blood-loss. The man had died there in the mental-hospital, begging on thing. We had to take care of the girl, no matter what. The man had also said one last thing, the girl was an orphan, and she was insane. Later, they had looked up the man; he had been wearing a badge. He had been a police-ninja, investigating the deaths of an entire family. Apparently, the man had taken the girl away from the crime-scene secretly and taken care of her. Sakura must have had a flip-out and attempted to murder this man, too. Everything pointed to Sakura having killed the family and the cop, but more importantly, the family she had killed hadn't been her own.

Shizune always wondered how many people Sakura had killed before coming to the facility. She had been five, and so innocent looking in the blanket, when Shizune had gone to clean up the wound on her chest and on her wrists. This girl…she could be docile and nice one moment, savage and ravenous the next, and end up depressed and untouchable. Some days she would talk, some days she would not, but never could anybody touch her unless it was to treat serious wounds, and the wounds had to be really serious.

Shizune sighed as she stood up. Sakura's case was written as second most serious in the Land of Fire, Shizune could only imagine what the first worst case was like.

Ton-ton sighed as he walked into Gaara's room, not even bothering to knock. Gaara really wouldn't like what he had to say. Ton-ton found Gaara reading, as always, in the middle of the night, using a flash-light to highlight the words for him. Gaara had insomnia, sort of. Either way, Gaara couldn't sleep.

"Gaara?"

"What?" Gaara snapped.

"You and I are being transferred to a new hospital."

Gaara didn't look up from his book. As always, Gaara was a statue, never showing a bit of emotion on his face. One could only tell by his tone of voice, sometimes.

"There is a new med-nin in charge of a hospital in Konoha, the Hidden Village of the Leaf, and she has requested your case. We leave tomorrow. Since this is the third time transferring hospitals for you, I won't bother to tell you the details."

"Eventually, you people will give up. I killed the last psychiatrist, and that has ended anybody attempting to cure me. Why can't I kill her?"

"You may know Jetsu, but Lady Tsunade is a Suunin, you can't take her on." And with that, Ton-ton left. He made his way to his locker and quickly stuffed everything into a bag. Ever since he took Gaara's case ten years ago, Ton-ton had moved from hospital to hospital with him, which usually happened after Gaara pissed off some psychiatrist and killed him.

That boy, that evil little boy, the one with the 'love' kenji carved into his forehead, the one who had those eyes intent on blood, he had ruined Ton-ton's life. He had been escorted in one day by two people, a female with blonde hair and a male with face-paint. They checked their 'brother' in and left, never coming to retrieve him. The phone-number they left was phony, along with the credit-card number, which left the village tax-money to pay for what little they could do for Gaara. Maybe if they had more funds for him they could do more.

Well, let's just hope this Tsunade can cure him.

Tsunade read the two files again, smirking. Oh this would be easy. The two were the exact same age, fifteen, each had a kenji carved into them, and each had a hidden seal on their bodies. Of course, the seals didn't usually show themselves, and not many ninjas actually know what a containment seal looks like.

Oh yes, this would be fun. Unlike the other psychiatrists, Tsunade knew exactly what was wrong with them, they were demon-containers. Tsunade knew which demon resided in the red-head, Shukaku the Racoon, but not yet about the girl, it was probably a lesser-demon of some sort. Oh yes, things were going to get really interesting.

Tsunade finished downing a bottle of Sake and looked out the window. Of course, Tsunade would also have to teach them to use jetsu, seeing as how they could wield it, just didn't know how quite yet.

(Ok, that was freaking short! Sorry, sorry, hopefully the next chapter will be longer. I expected story time to take up more space, but I guess it didn't. We already know about Gaara's story.

See ya all in the next chapter!)