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My Sinning Savior

Your First Breath: Your Final Death

The ground was slick and had no traction under his feet. He struggled, lunged, and twisted towards the door. Steadily, though, the door got further and further away. A plaintive cry escaped his lips as hands closed on his wrists, the doctor's eyes boring into his chest. "I'm sane!" The captive demanded with his voice shattering in his throat, "I'm sane!"

The eyes remained trained on him; he could also feel a few other curious pairs. He felt like he was on the operating table, his chest opened, his heart pumping. He wanted to scream, but restrained himself. The doctor looked lost, was he as scared as he was? The physician's eyebrows furrowed as he dragged the boy bodily backwards, the nurses aiding in the movement. He opened his mouth, difficult because it was so dry, and he said softly to the patient, "No son, you're not."

"I am!" the teenager pleaded, falling limp in the nurses' hands, "I am..." tears tugged at his eyes as he was told of his dementia. He was perfectly lucid, nothing could be wrong with him, nothing. But there was. Something was terribly wrong. Something so wrong that he got driven to the hospital by his own father whose hands were shaking on the wheel: something awfully and horrifically wrong.

His body was thrust harshly onto a cot in an isolated room of the psyche ward. The doctor dug through the drawers for the cords to hold down the patient. Naruto scowled inwardly as he imagined himself being tied, vulnerable to this cot in a ward of maniacs. He was not crazy, he was not insane! "Please, I swear nothing's wrong with me!"

The doctor turned abruptly, only two buckles in his hand out of the four. But when he began to speak his words were drowned out as a more ferocious voice echoed through the young teen's mind. It was a low rumbling that demanded attention and control. He was named Kyuubi. "You're sane. Show them" it demanded in curt growls.

"I am." Naruto pleaded into the air, responding to the voice in his head. All eyes turned on him as his muscles tensed and sweat began coating his tan skin. The world was slipping away in small wisps. The small movements were torn from reality and the features were becoming uniform in his warped vision.

"Well it's not working." The Kyuubi scowled, "Listen to what I say."

"Listening to what you say is what got me here!" Naruto yelled into the nurse's face that had leaned over to check his temperature. She stared down into the adolescent's wide, terrified eyes. She felt a bit of pity, the eyes searching, but unseeing. Naruto could barely make out the basic features of her face. He was terrified with his fear an abrasive knot in his throat. She saw his lips working in frustration, to search for the words that would make this nightmare abate. However, he only seemed to drift into a surrendering stupor. Then, a sudden change came and those eyes narrowed; an ominous glint beginning to surface.

"Doctor, I think-" she wasn't able to finish as Naruto's strong arm came up and grabbed her hand that was gripped on the rail. He turned slightly and propped himself on one elbow. She had the perfect angle to his eyes, the blue a storming violet. The soft cheeks streaked with tears were pulled taut by a malevolent smile. His tongue darted out, the licking his lips a carnal, disturbing gesture.

"What are you going to tell the doctor?" He taunted, the voice was new to the medical staff. This voice was gruff and deep in the chest; while Naruto's original one had been strained and colored by pleading. It also sounded bitter and forced. The thing, the personality, didn't have full control. The grip on her wrist, though, attested otherwise.

She swallowed and tried to retract her hand, but he only gripped tighter. The sixteen years old was strong and the nurse reeled mentally at the thought of him breaking her joint. But she had to be strong, so she only spoke to the doctor, ignoring the unstable teenager, "This must be one of the personalities."

"The only alter ego." The doctor corrected as he administered the shot into Naruto's arm.

Naruto then turned to lash out at the doctor, but his body went limp. The Kyuubi receded to the recesses of his mind and Naruto was able to catch the last glimpse before he succumbed. The doctor stood on his left, the needle dripping lightly in his hand. The two nurses had taken no time to think and began attaching the restraints. His eyes closed then, the world fading to black, but he was able to hear, "Put on his chart, nurse, that he is dangerous..."

Raven bangs fell before the boy's eyes as he was led down the hallway. The nurse, who had her arm linked with the teenager, spoke softly, "You will be staying here a few days..."

"No shit." The raven spat, not even bothering to turn his face towards the 'mighty' adult. He was frustrated, angry, and revolted at the situation. A dull ache in his wrists reminded him why he was here and how much he yearned to escape. All that lust and need was slowly transforming into a loathing of all those who opposed him. The stark white of the hospital wasn't brilliant but too bright and mocking. A prison cell painted pure.

The nurse nervously laughed it off and tried to explain the situation, but really trying to fill the ever present silence of the psyche ward, "I know it's hard for you to accept the fact you're..." she paused for a second, but Sasuke quickly picked up the slack.

"Hard to accept my parents are dead? Hard to accept I saw it happen? Hard to accept it was my brother?!" He yelled the last part, the words reverberating off the walls of psyche ward. The silence swallowed them, a moan echoing from a far off room. He felt his breath hot on his own lips and his flesh too tight. His chest seemed to be collapsing as the past coursed through him as surely as his blood.

The nurse stopped and stared at the huffing teen, "You know they didn't convict your brother." She reassured, her hand slipping from the crook of his arm to run a calming circle on his upper arm. She felt the muscle tense under her touch, a coiling of cables. His flesh was cold to the touch, the flush not returning to his skin because of all the blood he had lost earlier that week. She almost felt as if he was no longer human.

The words reverberated on the inside of his head, the nurse's attempt at consolation. Of course, that wasn't reassurance, that was a death wish, "Convicted?! He should be on death row as we speak! But no because he is a part of the police force he's let off the hook! No matter how much I told them they took his word over mine! What am I?! Some piece of shit! Someone you can kick on the curb and laugh as I fall?!"

"No." The nurse said curtly, her mood souring quickly. This was the second psycho she had to deal with this week. The first being a blonde boy who screamed he was sane then nearly broke her wrist, "You're traumatized." She said coldly and grabbed his forearm, dragging him slightly. Her fingers were biting and he twisted. Her hand slipped to his bandages and his breath caught in his throat. He turned towards her, staring boldly in her face, which was a mix of anxiety and exhaustion. His was drawn into the perfect mask of restrained anger.

"Traumatized?!" The boy chuckled haughtily, "Traumatized?! I'm not traumatized, I'm not insane! I'm...I'm...I'm an avenger!" he growled turning around and shooting straight down the hall. The nurse quickly screamed for a doctor and security. Fear gripped her face, any annoyance forgotten. She couldn't even bring herself to chase after him.

Sasuke's feet gripped the floor as he sprinted forward. The gruesome images of his parents' death spurred him onwards. The door seemed to never get closer, a dream he was waking up from. His arms were outstretched when he knew the majority of the distance was covered. Blood pulsed loudly in his ears and he thought it was mocking him, reminding him of the remaining Uchiha; the one who still had blood and not formaldehyde; the one who was the object of Sasuke's aggression.

He finally ended up on his knees biting at the thousands of hands restraining him. Dragged onto his back a shot was jammed into his upper thigh, a scream ripping from his lips. His body went limp as he fell into darkness, but he could still hear little wisps of voices, "Where do we put him? All the rooms are filled it seems..."

"Just put him in one..." Sasuke was rolled away on a cot and put into a room where a teenager was sitting reading a book.

"Who's he?" the blond asked curiously.

"Uchiha Sasuke." The nurse stated, and then looked grimly at the blonde, "You won't have a fit with him here, will you?"

"Unless he gets on my nerves." He grinned toothily. There was a glimmer of pain, hurt from the accusation. The blonde returned to his book, trying to finish the last paragraph before the inevitable happened.

She sighed and walked over, buckling on his restraints and relieving him of the book. The blonde only lay down, worn by a week of the same routine.

"Is he nice?" The blond asked at the nurse's back.

"I don't know, you tell me."

Sasuke's eyes cracked open, the hum of the fluorescent lights filtering into his forced sleep. His left thigh ached when he tried to shift, which sent a wave of memories through his mind. He groaned at how he had acted and realized he had just lost sanity points. A lot of sanity points.

Sitting up slowly he looked around the room. It was meant to be a double, but he wouldn't have expected that of the psyche ward. He always imagined it as extreme isolation and actually being in this place is what made you go out of your mind. Instead it was kind of calm, except for the silhouette on the divider curtain. He saw the gentle curve of the spine and vulpine stature, a hidden power. He, though, could not see both the mental and physical restraints on the man.

Said man had sat up glumly on his bed, tugging on his restraints. Even if he was awake or asleep these never seemed to come off. Sighing he slouched lower and stared at the floor just beyond the footboard. He really didn't feel he belonged here. But, then again, he always felt out of place. Nevertheless, he realized that he felt all the more alone, not because he didn't belong here, he did, but because he didn't feel like he belonged here. And it always hurt the most when it's only your feelings barring you from reality.

Growing up he had lived a...life. It wasn't normal, but it wasn't disastrous. His father was a well-known business man and his mother was a famous executive. Naruto was always left behind with his caretakers and once in awhile was visited by his parents or his aunt Tsunade. Otherwise, the boy was left to his own vices and devices all those early years. When he grew into his teens he began to attend galas and learn the art of 'faking-it'. Those years were when the voice came, or became louder at least. So at age sixteen, three years later, he cracked at one party. The Kyuubi, a name he found in one of his baa-chan's secret diaries, seemed to have manipulated his body in assaulting another attendee. His parents were immediately aware of Naruto's disorder and he was dragged here...

"Who are you?" Came a tired voice on the other side of the divider. Naruto immediately shifted and stared at the silhouette. The body type was clearly smaller and lither than his, and they sat with rigidness. His hair was long, but spiked in the back, making it look almost like a...dare he say it...a duck's butt. Naruto chuckled lightly at his own joke, but then remembered the question when a low growl came from the shadow.

"Naruto." The blonde stated and stared to see any movement.

He saw the boy nod his head, "Uchiha Sasuke." He stated in the Japanese tradition of surname first.

"What you in here for?" Naruto asked, finally feeling freed from this silence. He had been alone, which you'd think he was used too, but he wasn't. Normally he would fill the blank space with idle chat to himself, not the Kyuubi of course. Regardless, the doctors would come rushing in and the restraints would be tightened, followed by a painful shot.

"Trauma. Failed Suicide" The smaller boy stated on the other side, his whole being slouching and Naruto could swear he saw that same tiredness he felt. "How about you?" the other boy asked in a sigh, obviously lost in some inner turmoil.

Sasuke stared with slight interest at the divider. He felt worn-out, but he could feel the embers from a previous fire. The blaze was that of his revenge and his goals and, ultimately, himself. He never noticed how much it had consumed him, but with the loss of that strong emotion, strong drive, he felt formless and shapeless. He looked at his hands, pale and dry from antiseptics. He only recognized it as his own when he clenched it in a fist.

The silhouette turned towards him and he listened to the strained voice. It was as if no one was themselves in this god-damned hospital.

"Split personality." Naruto said and then collapsed onto his bed, "I hate this place." He gritted his teeth, waiting for a response from Sasuke, but none came.

Sasuke sat there; the boy next to him was...split? Those people were insane, they belonged here, not him. Not Uchiha Sasuke. MPDs killed people, is that what landed 'Naruto' here? Was that even his real name? Suddenly the brief loss of his will was dwarfed when faced with this possibly dangerous situation.

Sasuke watched as the other occupant settled onto his cot. Sasuke looked down at his clasped hands, which now began to sweat slightly. He began breathing in deeply and after a few minutes of regaining his composure, he responded with austerity, "I don't think you're supposed to like this place."

"I know..." the blonde said softly, more to himself than the raven, "I just...they're supposed to help you! They're...they're supposed to make you better. I've...only gotten worse."

Naruto stared down the length of his body and balled his hands into fists. Being here under such demanding conditions the Kyuubi began chatting up a storm. His thoughts were being protruded every second; it made him feel like a hunted animal. Yet, the other person in the room, someone other than the doctors, helped the death-threats to abate. Or was it just the curiosity that made the Kyuubi dissipate into the realm of his subconscious?

"Tch, tell me about it. I got dragged down here because of my so-called instability. All I want to do is get out of here...and...and have revenge." The word revenge was said with such loathing it made Naruto shudder, but the Kyuubi whispered lightly. A low growl echoing the depths of his mind:

"Revenge? Sounds delicious..."

"Revenge is not delicious." Naruto countered, earning Sasuke's full attention. Did Sasuke just hear a one-sided conversation, short as it was, from an split?

"And getting out of here. Even better. You hate this place; he could be your ticket out."

"No! I am not going to! Who knows what they'll do to me!"

Yep, he must be fighting with the voices and he did not want any doctors in here, "Shut up dobe." Sasuke said harshly, glowering through the curtain.

Then he felt the temperature drop 10 degrees as an icy glare was sent his way. Sasuke thought he should supply a reason why he stopped the psycho's rant, but then again the reason was obvious, especially when it came through the door wheeling a meal cart.

"Food." The nurse stated drawing back the curtain. The two immediately plastered a smile on their faces, both of them strained and deranged. The nurse shook her head and roughly slapped the trays down on their respective tabled near the bed. Turning she walked out, not even saying one thing other than food.

Of course neither had noticed the lack in conversation due to the fact they were taking in the countenances of one another. To put it quite literally, the two were opposites, dead opposites: Yin and Yang in their prime. Naruto had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, while Sasuke had black hair and black eyes which shimmered softly. Then, there was the fact Sasuke was pale, due to being an Uchiha and fearing the sun, and Naruto was tan with odd markings on his cheeks.

Naruto smiled widely, "Like the scars?"

"What are they?" Sasuke asked, gaining more interest in the odd markings than his meal.

"I was clumsy as a kid and who knew there was glass in the road. But at least it left a cool design. It's better than looking like I literally was 'just cut up by glass'."

"Yea, I guess." Sasuke agreed, then his stomach growled and he grimaced.

"It's better to eat food than yourself." Naruto commented.

"Yea, yea I know, dobe. And how about you? Why aren't you digging in?"

"Because..." Naruto was at a loss for an answer. So instead he dug into his food and smiled with the food hidden behind his teeth. Sasuke turned away, shaking his head in disapproval, and then ate his in an urbane manner. I guess he wasn't as afraid of the psycho as he thought, but then again were Uchihas ever afraid? Oh that's right, they could be...

Sasuke waved a thank you to his friend's mother as he was dropped off in front of his house. Yet, the two story structure looked alien to him tonight, all the lights were on. Generally, an eight-year-old would find it creepy if all lights were off, but in the Uchiha residence they liked to keep the electric bill down, so sitting in a dimly lit room was normal. Therefore, the generally dark house haloed in fluorescents was eerie.

Taking an apprehensive step forward Sasuke pushed the door open. Surprisingly it was left unlock, and even more shocking, it had been left ajar. He took a large step over the threshold and was nearly blinded by the light that flooded from the foyer. He closed the door behind him, allowing his eyes to adjust.

Then, in the traditional fashion, he removed his shoes and began padding down the hallway, turning the lights off as he went. "Mother? Father?" He called out into the empty rooms, "Brother?"

Being met with no sounds, he made his way up to his room. Perhaps they were gathering upstairs and talking about 'grown-up' stuff. They generally did this, leaving him to sit in his room staring at the wall. His brother was always the pride-and-joy of his parents, while Sasuke was just the replacement. No matter how much he tried to match, and possibly, surpass his brother both academically and athletically, he fell short or wasn't recognized at all; leaving him feeling numb and worthless.

The air began to become denser, his breath was hitching. He tried to control the spastic rhythm of his lungs, but he couldn't win over fear. Adrenaline began to seep into his system as he realized what had, unbeknownst to him, caused this terror that shook his small being.

Small rivulets of blood spilled down the stairs in thin streams. As he breasted the top of the stairs his eyes followed the small thread to where it broadened and met the ocean. Fallen backwards was his mother, the back of her head clearly blown off. Sasuke recoiled as he saw the one person who gave him even vague recognition sprawled on the floor with her head blown to pieces. He'd seen this before, a documented crime scene, it was a gun's doing, but who would do such a thing.

He took in shaky breaths as he walked over to the corpse. Then, some talking met his ears. Were the murderers still in the house?! No, he recognized the voices, one barely but the other one he could hear clear as day, that'd be his brother's.

His father's voice was strained, "I-Itachi what...what are you doing...are you...?!"

Sasuke heard sound of fabric on fabric as something was being raised. Pressing against the door he gazed in to see his brother holding a gun level at his kneeling father. The oldest Uchiha was on his knees, both his leg and arm bleeding profusely from previously inflicted wounds. A psychotic smile gripped Itachi's lips as he pulled the trigger. But the only thing heard was the click of an empty chamber.

Itachi was much taller than Sasuke, so he towered over Fugaku as he roughly thrust him upwards. Then, with his free arm Itachi brought the butt of the gun down on his father's head. Itachi and the frightened onlooker were rewarded with a harsh crack as blood spewed from the inflicted wound. The father gargled and fell as the second blow came down on his head. Blood sprayed onto Itachi's shirt as he turned to Sasuke.

"Sasuke, you should be in bed." His brother stated firmly. Turning away from the deceased as if nothing had occurred Of course Sasuke began shaking violently and felt the bile build in his throat. Then, he released his stomach's content onto the floor. "It's okay Sasuke." Itachi soothed hugging his brother.

Sasuke tore away, "You-you killed them!" he shouted, jabbing an accusing finger at his brother.

Itachi only laughed haughtily, "I was afraid you'd say that. But don't fear you won't meet the same fate as them..." Itachi inched closer and Sasuke spun on his heel and ran. He then toppled over his mother's corpse and stared straight into her mangled face. A scream tore past his lips as he tried to find anything to get him away, but he kept slipping on the blood and exposed brain. Itachi came from behind and wrapped his arms around his brother waist.

"You shouldn't play with dead people." Itachi scolded, chuckling inwardly at his sick joke. Sasuke squirmed and retaliated, which aggravated Itachi, even if the deed had put him in a decent mood. Therefore, he pressed the pressure point under Sasuke's skull and felt the boy fall limp. He placed Sasuke on the bed and whispered in his ear, "Sleep tight Otouto."

Sasuke let his mind spiral into darkness, the past few minutes only whispers in the void. The darkness clawed at his flesh, while his stomach still churned with fear. "Nii-chan..." he whispered into the abyss of his mind, "Why...Nii-chan...Why?"

"You okay?" Naruto asked, waving his hand in an attempt to capture the despondent boy's attention. Then, Sasuke's head snapped up, his eyes now hollow and tears burning in their depths. He looked like a five year old; his face crumpled and folded in mild rage.

"Of course." He spat, clenching his hands into fists, "What gives everyone that idea I'm not okay?! What gives them the right..."

A doctor walked in, disrupting the Uchiha's rant. "I see you two are getting along." The professional noted, removing the manila folder from under his arm. He walked over to Naruto and clicked his tongue as he took in Naruto's face. "You seem a little pale, and a bit of perspiration is on your forehead.

Naruto shifted uneasily and wiped his forearm in vain across his brow. The doctor frowned, "The voice still bothering you?"

Naruto nodded solemnly while the doctor scribbled something in his folder, "I think we have to transfer you."

"Transfer?!" Naruto asked in shock, sitting bolt upright. He had only been here for a week and that was not enough to see if he was improving. But let us not forget the fast pace of the medical world, two days was generally too slow.

"Mhhm." The doctor confirmed Naruto's worst nightmare, "The medicine seems to not be working, at all. Therefore we must send you to a rehabilitation center to help you get better."

Sasuke looked blankly at the two. Naruto wasn't bad with the voice, he thought. Then again he only knew the boy for the few minutes he was conscious. Still, he didn't want the one person who he actually thought seemed human in this psyche ward be torn away. The conversation droned on as Sasuke tried to gather anything he could do to keep the potential companion here. The doctor was explaining how Naruto needed therapy, and stronger medication. Also, it might be better to be in an environment with others who will be helping. Here, in the psyche ward, you were generally alone and that wasn't good, he regretted, for your morale.

Naruto began to shake with a mix of anger and sadness, "I-I...no! I want to stay here! I don't want to go to any fucking asylum just to be told there over and over again. You're crazy! You're crazy! I am NOT crazy. I-I...I'm just scared. Scared of you, scared of the needles, and scared of me..."

The doctor shook his head and rested a hand on the boy's shoulder, "The transfer is in three days, and you have until then to give me a good reason why. But, until then, you are on the transfer list for the Haret Asylum."

Naruto nodded glumly and sank deep into the bed. The doctor then turned his attention towards Sasuke and smiled professionally, "How are you feeling today Mr. Uchiha?"

"Wonderful." Sasuke snorted and started boring holes in the wall ahead of him. The doctor frowned; this is not what he wanted to hear. Granted, one day in the ward couldn't make you better, if it had ever done that for anyone.

"You have an appointment with the...therapist...in an hour. A nurse will come for you." He bowed his head, "Good day you two."

The doctor exited in a West-Point stride. Nothing at all seemed human about the man. His voice emulated humanity, but flowed with a mechanical, practiced ease. It was as if he was hardwired to just make sure the 'machines' were running smoothly. Then, if they were not, prescribe some sort of medication so they do, even if it was against their will or his better judgment.

Naruto sighed and turned onto his side, staring blankly at the wall that was closest to his cot. Sasuke looked over intently, feeling some of the boy's pain. The poor guy was about to be sent to an asylum. Someone like him didn't belong there; someone who babbled about fishes swimming up their noses in winter did, but not Naruto. Then, it dawned on him.

Both of them wanted to escape. Well Sasuke did, but Naruto probably wouldn't give any protest given his predicament. He flexed his hands on the guard rails that stood on the side of his bed. The idea of revenge boiled up from his stomach and glowed in the depths of his eyes. This boy could help him, he was sixteen, right? He should know how to drive...

Waiting to make sure there were no noises, no one eaves dropping, Sasuke turned slowly, "Naruto..." The blonde turned wearily. "Let's make a break for it..."

It had taken a full day of comprehensive planning and whispered conversations during the dead hours of the night. Then, the day before Naruto was to leave, Sasuke made sure to gather all supplies, especially considering he was the only one allowed to walk. He requested their street clothes because being teenagers they felt 'demoralized' in their paper gowns. The nurses complied with his charm, because all Uchihas were masters of charm. Also, Naruto was able to get some money through his sympathetic mother.

Now it was 3 at night in the Psyche ward. Sasuke rose out of his bed, followed by Naruto. The psyche ward was devastatingly on the third floor, so they either could commit suicide or take a super-fun tour of the hospital. They chose the latter.

Opening the stair door they began to run. They had hushed steps and held their breaths as to be noiseless. The night nurses generally stayed in their stations, not really wanting to be there. The security guards were lax, a factoid Sasuke knew from his association with the police department through his family.

When the two made it to ground level, Sasuke poked his head out. He could have the excuse of insomnia, considering he used the same excuse to keep their door unlocked. The coast was clear and Sasuke motioned for Naruto follow. When they made their flawless exit into the parking-lot they stared at each other in disbelief.

They had made it! They had...

Sasuke felt two strong arms wrap around him in a tight hug. Sasuke tensed but then returned the gesture. The two stood in the deserted parking garage just holding each other. Sasuke relished in the others warmth; it's been years since he's been held. Naruto smiled softly to himself, the same thing happening to him. The two bodies finally released the other and stared into the other's face. A childish glimmer of unlimited hope spread across their faces in a soft flush.

"We did it." Naruto whispered. His fingers were flexing and rubbing Sasuke's shoulders, attempting to substantiate this entire event.

"Not quite dobe," Sasuke corrected, "We still have to make our escape away from here."

"Ah right." Naruto said remembering, releasing, "Our grand exit."

"Yes that." Sasuke laughed lightly, and the two raced for the bus about to arrive.

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