Note: Hey, before you read this I wanted to say that I know this idea with the mental institution isn´t really new, but since I like it and Naruto is not really ill, I thought why not post this. And to add something I don´t share the oppinion of Naruto about the patients, believe me. This will not take place in a hospital but more in a place where they can learn to live with their problems and illnesses. I don´t want to offend anyone with this and if I do I am terribly sorry. Really.

Disclaimer: Yes, I am Mashashi Kishimoto and love to write Fanfictions, since I can´t change anything as the creator of Naruto...WTF? ;D Of course the characters don´t belong to me. Who even needs those words, we all know yaoi isn´t very likely to happen in the manga. SADLY

Rating: M for later chaptors full of lemony fun :D

Dirty little secret

I need to get away. My feet seem to drag, while I run. They pile up dust behind me, that I can only assume is there, since I don´t dare to look back. `Never, no matter what you do, look behind you if someone is chasing you`. Isn´t that what every ones advice in movies is? Right in this moment I can guess why. The urge to do so, to see if the footsteps, that are as loud as my running heartbeat, are as near as they seem, is sheerly unbelievable.

But I force to keep running. To not think about what will happen if they´ll catch me. The air that rushes in and out my lungs is icecold and hurts me. My mouth doesn't shut while breathing, which increases the pain until it can comete with my throbbing legs.

A shot rings in my ears the next moment. This is the first thing that announces a change in the pattern I created while running. The pain in my right shoulder sets in slowly. It pulsates in time with my heart and numbs my whole arm. The road in front of my eyes blurs into a big mass of black bubblegum, or so it seems. I know they will get me.

The chase is just part of their sick enjoyment. If they wanted they could have outran me any time. My legs are much shorter than theirs, caused by the big age gap. They will reach me any minute, and if they do, I am going to wish the bullet hit home right away. Either way I don´t stop. I can´t stop.

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I hesitated. The woman facing me didn´t look like a psychologist at all. Short brown hair, soft matching eyes and a purple long dress. Even the room looked like a living room, if it wouldn´t be for the tidied up desk in the middle of it. Brown eyes meet mine, probably trying to convey the feeling of understanding. Yeah right. If she would understand, she would know that everything I have told her in the last hour had been nothing but lies. My words, my behavior, hell even this resistance I now showed when being asked to show evidence, was faked.

Slowly, stopping halfway, I pulled off my long-sleeved shirt and locked my gaze with the carpenter floor. I waited for the expected hiss that sounded whenever someone saw my body. Or at least a moan, if it were the kinky ones doing so. The doctor only remained quiet. Soon soft footsteps sounded, making me shake for real. I hated hearing footsteps, tried to keep them out of my conscience if I could. But every time I failed, memories flooded his mind, that should have been buried deep inside him.

"Is it okay if I touch you, Naruto-san?" she asked and actor as I was, I bit my lip and nodded, the movement just big enough so she would see. I expected a rubbery hand on my body, which again reminded me of one of the men who had had an awkward kink. When only her bare, warm hand followed I was surprised. Always thought even psychologist had some kind of doctor-law or whatever it was called. Well if they did, this woman broke it.

"If you want, tell me what it feels like to have those scars touched, Naruto." God, why did she always use my name? I was very aware that my name was Naruto, no need to repeat it all the time. Oh those words burned on my tongue, but I suppressed the urge to speak my mind. Instead I concentrated on my body language again. This was important. I needed to do this, or I could possibly end up dead tomorrow. And believe me if it is your life depending on acting and lying, you fucking do it.

Her fingers started to trace the long burn scars that ran parallel on the low side of my back. This was one of the not so funny memories and this was just right to set the mood. So I started to speak. "It feels wrong. It makes me think of what he did to me. Of how much I hate him. Of how much he will suffer if I get him. I..I…it hurts." The last words were broken and I fled out of her touch towards the couch. With my hand I hid my breast, on which the skin nestled with the visible ribcage. For the first time I felt having nothing to eat was an advantage. "Can you call my brother? I need him right now. He understands me." I whispered. I only then recognized what we talked about before.

About me having recognized he died last year. For the record, I didn´t have siblings, but my file said otherwise. Sometimes living on the street, or in big flats with 30 people wasn´t too bad. Having someone who can give you a new identity seriously helped here. But now I had ruined everything. I searched her face for any hint that she discovered me as a liar. But again, she just smiled and sat down behind the desk again. "Naruto," she started and I innwardly rolled my eyes. "I really think it would be for the best if you would be treated constantly. I know a rehabilty center where you can work with teenagers your age. I´m sure you want to get help, since you came here by your own free will. But I think you´ll need more than just my help."

This time my eyes didn´t drop, since the goal I wanted to reach was right in sight. She believed me. Believed every lie I told. With her help, I could gain back my life. All I needed now was a little crying and begging for a place where I could find the one I was here for, and everything would be done.

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'My little brother'

He said I would recognize him right away. He told me much this night, and even if I wasn´t conscious enough to understand everything, one thing was clear. If I wouldn´t bring his brother back in two month, I would be dead meat. If it wasn´t for that, I wouldn´t be here in this nuthouse. After five minutes here, I was already sick of all those friendly faces and kind voices telling me everything about this place. About how it was different from mental hospitals..Blah. This shit didn´t matter at all to me. Even if it had been a mental hospital, instead of a big farm lookalike, everything was better than death.

"This is your room, Naruto." Why did even the attendant use my name in every sentence? Was that how mentally ill people worked? Only knowing you speak to them when addressing them? I would try in time. "Thank you." I said and managed a smile. A smile that was hard to maintain looking inside the boring room. White walls, big white curtains, white bed sheet. The highlight was the light brown of the closet and bed. Wow someone outdid himself with this. Probably an artist, calling it "boredom". But since it was better than the mattress I used to sleep on, I was sort of happy. I walked in and set my suitcase down on the floor. Through the opened window one could see a big beautiful park, which was deserted.

"Breakfast is at 8 am , lunch at 1 pm and dinner at 7 pm. If you are finished unpacking, you can call me and I will show you to the recreation room to get you to know everyone." With that he left me. But without me calling him he came half an hour later and made his promise come true. Together we walked through the halls, which were narrow and long. Dozen of doors were lined up on both sides of me and I wondered how many teenagers were in here with me. And if I would meet him right away. We came to a halt rather suddenly in front an opened door.

"Everyone, this is Naruto Yondaime, he will be staying here in room 44. Shikamaru, would you be so kind to introduce him to everyone and to keep him occupied?" The attendant said and I wondered why nobody looked at us, even after he had finished. I assumed everyone would want to know who the new kid was, but it seemed I was wrong. Everyone continued with what they had been doing. Good for me, no need to act overly much.
"Yeah." I got the answer from a boy my age. His dark, brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and he was bigger than me. And with the expression on his face, he could fit perfectly in my piece of art room. "Hi I´m Shikamaru, you are Naruto. Nice to meet you. Sit down and do what you want." His voice was as monotone as the voice on Google-Translator when you pushed the speak button. I liked him this instant, since he didn´t bother me at all. I did as he said and the attendant left me and a bunch of mentally ill people alone. This gave me time to look at them directly. One girl immediately caught my eye.

Not because she was such a looker, but more because of the pink colored hair. Her roots were growing out in a sick looking brown on top of her head. Her green eyes looked sad and empty. And all she did was pull her knees to her breast and look down on the white table. I didn´t know much about mental illnesses, but I think she was at least depressive. And people like that make me want to cheer them up for some reason. Likely, because laughing really seemed to be medicine for her. But that wasn´t why I was here in first place. I scanned the room again, looked at the teenagers, who looked mostly fine to me. But then I met eyes that made me cringe inside.

In front of this Shikamaru sat a boy, a check board in front of him. Dark eyes that resembled his brothers too much to fool me, pierced mine. Skin as white as the walls and an expression as cold as them added to his appearance. This was him. 'My little brother Sasuke' as the voice of my memories now surfaced told me. He was the key to my freedom. And either he hated me right away, or he greeted everyone with a scowl. Under his gaze I felt like a piece in a grocery shop, being scanned at the pay desk at the supermarket. The only thing that was missing was the `beep`, when he was finished scanning me. When he finally looked away I felt like a ton of weight was lifted off me.

"Are you able to play chess?" This boy asked, letting me hear his dark, rich voice. This and his hair-style convinced me he was not Itachi. He was not going to kill me. The slight shiver went over with this. "I am." With that I slid into the space Shikamaru now left open willingly. Now I sat face to face with him taking in the beauty I knew he had. It seemed to run in the Uchiha family. Quietly we started placing our chess figures. I had the black ones; I thought would fit him much more. It had been ages since I last played chess and I was barely able to remember how every figure was allowed to move.

"Why are you here?" He placed one of his pawns in front of the one I had moved. "To get better." I answered, which wasn´t really a lie. My life would be better after I brought him to his brother. No one said anything about illnesses. I knew he scanned me again when I answered, so I tried to be convincing. "Have you got mental problems?" I moved my pawn, he his rook. I pondered, not knowing how to answer. What would someone with problems I described I had say? Would he admit it? Would he freak out?

"I guess, being here shows something, right?" I smirked, while he looked kind of sullen. I didn´t know why he was here either, only that he wanted to stay here. Certainly I would change his mind. Again we let our figures move, me without any further thought, him with a strategy I assumed. "What do you think about me?" he asked suddenlny.

Well this question wasn´t expected at all, and neither was his rook right in front of my king. I wasn´t sure, but neither could mean any good. I didn´t know how exactly this game worked, didn´t know he had almost won in such few rounds, so I just set the queen somewhere on the board. "I don´t know you for long, but I think we can be good friends. I kind of like you.", was my answer. Again, partly true.

In the next moment he hit my king with enough force to encounter my throat and causing the odd sensation I suppressed to like. My hand shot up instantly, rubbing the aching spot. When I looked up again, I saw the glare he gave me and the sharp lines that disfigured the handsome face, to one of hate. When he noticed me watching, his expression changed to the previous one, devoid of any hateful feelings. All eyes were on us now, even the green ones of the sad girl.

"You are a liar. Is it fun to look down on us, while being healthy? If you remain here any day longer, we will make your life a hell." His dark voice was now a mere hiss and I could feel anger from every corner of the room. They believed him. Even though they didn´t know me at all, they just stupidly believed what this emo said. But who could blame them; they were all a bunch of freaks. Freaks, who didn´t know who they messed with. If they thought those threats would do anything to me, they were wrong. The only thing I was afraid of was not completing the mission of bringing Sasuke to his brother.

"We will see. I´m not going to back off, just because you said so." I stated loud enough for everyone to hear. Just then I leaned in over the table, our heads now next to each other. Close enough that I could smell meds and sweet herbs on Sasuke and feel the heat of his skin. He didn´t flinch one bit when I whispered into his ear.
"Try convincing the doctors of me, I´m sure they will believe me rather than you, honey."

Thanks for reading guys. :D I´d appreciate feedback, thoughts and critic opinions. It would really make my day if someone did that.

Michiie