Dancing to the Silent Music

AN: I seriously don't know what I have gotten myself into. A long fic??! Damn. Let's hope I commit to this one. But still, I love prison/metal institution Naruto fics!

This plot bunny hopped right smack into my face when I was brushing my teeth in the morning. (Mornings should be legalized only at 11 plus am or later) Why was I thinking of gore when brushing my teeth? Because I am freaky.

Disclaimer: Is it plausible to claim possession of Naruto and when arrested plead insanity as defense? On second thought, never mind. I disclaim Naruto.

First Kill

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"You are right, Kyuu-sama! Those are the people who are selling those icky smelly things! Those that made people act real weird and silly and stuff!"

The blonde tilted his head, nodding at Kyuu-sama's reply.

"They are using the provision store as a cover to sell them? Those…drugs? Oh! That must be why the shop always has a strange heady smell inside it! And the owner said it was just incense… They are actually making those drugs there! Like…crack…cannabis…weed…"

Kyuu-sama interrupted the blonde.

"You want to what? Okay then. The icky smell is making me feel real funny anyway. I wanna help dispose them too! Aww, come on, Kyuu-sama! You always have all the fun! I only got to watch! Watching is fun, but I wanna try it too, it looks real awesome!"

Kyuu-sama mused for a moment or two, a large maniacal grin slowly stretched across his face.

"Really? Waa! I love Kyuu-sama!"

Kyuu-sama laughed as the blonde glomped him, attaching his smaller body tightly onto Kyuu-sama's lean, muscled frame.

The pair walked to the provision store, both with smiling faces. One was tall with blood-red tresses pouring down his back down to his knees. There was a feral grin playing on his pale features, the grin baring his inhumanly large and sharp incisors for the world to see. The sunrays reflected the primal bloodlust dancing mirthfully in his crimson eyes. The other was a short lithe boy with angelic golden hair, a innocent elated smile painted across his tan cheeks, his painfully blue eyes laden with excitement of his first kill.

They walked up the uneven concrete steps to the nondescript door of the store, one with an unearthy graceful sway in his steps, the other with an impatient hurried gait. The door flung open rudely by the smaller boy and they both stepped in the store, the door shut behind them.

There was a loud thud, the sound of something or someone being thrown around like a rag doll. The first scream announced the commerce of the later infamous incident.

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Iruka knew something was wrong when Naruto came home caked with red substance.

He told himself it was just red paint, nothing more. Because he can't deal with Naruto doing whatever IT tells him to do anymore. Besides, hasn't Naruto promised Iruka that he will be good, that he won't do bad things again?

Naruto never breaks his promises. Never.

So nothing is wrong, right? Even if Naruto brought with him, a smog of coppery metallic smell. That's right. Nothing is wrong, especially when Naruto declared cheerfully that he needed a bath and rejoiced loudly as usual when he reminded Iruka that Iruka promised him yesterday that they would go out for ramen tonight. Everything is normal. That's right, nothing is wrong.

There was an undeniable chill in the air. Maybe Iruka was just feeling cold but he could not ignore the snide voice nagging in his head. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong and it is going to get worse. Others are going to find out.

He flipped on the remote with a sense of trepidation.

It was the news. Iruka's eyes darted to the TV guide beside him on the sofa. A television drama series is suppose to be airing right on.

"We now interrupt the show to bring you urgent news."

Oh... Oh no.

Iruka felt his body shaking. What's wrong with him! It's just going to be the weatherman! Talking about cloudy skies and warm sunshine for the rest of the week! What's wrong with him!

It was the anchorman. He was reporting local news. A murder.

Iruka's convulsions became more violent.

"A massacre occurred at XXY provision store at AV Street. Witnesses from the streets claim that the incident occurred at around 4 pm this afternoon when screams resounded from the store after a small blonde boy entered it. 12 were dead, including the proprietor and his family. There are no survivors from the incident. Authorities have labeled this incident as murder. Authorities have disclosed that this murder has a high possibility of having a connection with the other strange massacres occurring over the state in the past years. Next, on government polices…"

The next thing Iruka heard was the knocking of his front door.

Iruka was in shock. His mind was bombarded to ways to handle the situation. To knock down the cops at the door... To get Naruto and perform a spiderman down the rented 8th storey apartment, they had done it before (although it was a rented apartment on the 5th storey) , it just may work again... To get Naruto and escape down the rubbish chute...

No. He has always been escaping them. They can't do this forever.

I am sorry.

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It wasn't the usual long and tedious court session. You know, the unbearingly long dreary court session with the people shooting civilised arguments (insults) to each other across the room. The accused didn't even had a lawyer to represent him, Iruka couldn't afford to hire a lawyer. Naruto represented himself.

Yes, this is a court session unheard of in the parliment's history. The shortest and strangest court session ever.

It all ended when Naruto cheerfully admitted to committing the murder. Or in Naruto's own words, helping Kyuu-sama to kill those bad people who sell nasty drugs to hurt others. That he has done a good deed and did Iruka proud.

Naruto wondered why Iruka's eyes were red like he has just been crying, and why Iruka looked so… sad, angry, pained.

Then the ugly man on the highest podium knocked his hammer thing and said that Naruto was a minor and mentally unstable at the time of offense, he would be sent to Central Hospital for the mentally disabled.

Naruto didn't understand him at all.

Why would he need to go to a hospital? He wasn't sick! He wasn't disabled either, no matter what that ugly man said.

Naruto was led out of the courtroom confused and scared.

He hated hospitals.

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AN: I started out great but the ending of this chapter sucks. Didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Damn. Reviews please. Do I even deserve it? No, don't answer that.

-sama: referring to a important person or someone you respect.

Please inform me if the translation is incorrect.