This is a start to a new fan-fiction I'll be working on. This will probably be updated slowly, even if I think I'll enjoy writing this more, because I have other fan-fictions to attend to!
I also have school work and the light. BUUUUT. I'll try and write something up to follow this overly short chapter up next week.
In the mean time, please tell me what you think! I would love to hear your opinions and whatnot.

White walls, white bed, white… Everything! It pissed him off. It was hard to keep track of time in this place though- especially since his room didn't have a window, but very day was the same since the first day he got here a good week ago, more or less. He would wake up and stare at the ceiling, and at some point would readjust himself to stare at the wall. Sometime during the late morning, early afternoon, he would be picked up by nurses and taken to the cafeteria, where he would be watched carefully at an uncomfortably close distance while he pushed his food around for a long time with his plastic fork. Then he would be walked to the bathroom, where once again he would be watched, while he did what most people considering to be a daily routine. Brushed his teeth, showered, used the bathroom, so on and so forth. He always rushed that part, not comfortable with being watched wall he did any of that. He shuddered just thinking about it….

But it was what happened when you were on lock down in a mental hospital.

Four years ago, Sasuke's mother fell ill and died shortly after, it left him slowly going insane. His father's drinking problems and his brothers abusive behavior didn't help in the least. Every day it was something new, and yet still, all the same. His father would pick up one too many drinks, his brother would fight with him over something little… It was a madhouse of men. It was during this time Sasuke realized that his mother had truly been the glue to hold them all together… It was when he was sixteen he started to really sink into the depths of darkness. High school seemed like less of a place for him to run and hide, as there he was faced with the difficulties of work he could never be awake enough to complete, and that of course would result in the calling of his home… Whether his father or brother answered, it was never fun for him in the end… So what better way to avoid the inevitable than by not going at all? By the middle of his sixteenth year of life, he had dropped out of school, and replaced his education with the habits of drugs, as well as drinking. He would meet with horrible people, and wouldn't be home until the late hours of the night, which was perfect because how would his older brother mess with him he was too busy sleeping, and how would his father yell if he was passed out drunk? It worked in his favor, he like to think.

When he was seventeen, it was when self-loathing settled in. He realized how much he despised the direction his life had gone. How far south he had shot down within just a few years… His wrists were littered with proof of self harm, and he supposed his life had been no better at home than it was here in this mental institution. He spent a lot of time just laying in bed, strung out, staring at the ceiling while clutching his bleeding arms. His brother would often come in, look at him like he was a piece of trash, and then leave him, deciding against bothering with the mess that was his younger brother. At one point, he thought he was actually going to die in his bed there. Staring up at that ceiling. He thought that if he would close his eyes, he wouldn't open them back up again. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not that that had not been the case. He had been disturbed in what he thought would be the last few moments of his life by a knock at his window. Not all his friends had been horrible people, but a majority of them he was certain would end up in jail or dead if they weren't already… Sometimes he had been fortunate enough to pick up the rare good few. A blonde head of hair had poked out from behind the window pane, as he crawled up the side of the house, once more struggling to tap the glass with his finger. Sasuke had tiredly turned his head, not registering anything. It had been a swirl at the time, and even now he didn't remember it clearly. He just knew that that boy was the reason he was here. Should he be grateful? Probably. A normal person would be. His life had been saved! But… he found himself sitting there once again, in that white bed, staring at the wall across from him, detesting that boy as much as he did his own life. He had nothing for himself now, no freedom. He felt like he was being punished for hating himself, punished because his life had been terrible… His room was empty, empty of anything that could possibly be turned into a weapon, even his bed lacked springs for him to dig out and drag through his skin… There was nothing to keep him busy, nothing to stop his mind from wandering… The real kicker was that if he did find something to use to do himself in, and he was found out, he would be treated even worse.

This was the hell he was dropped into because of Naruto Uzumaki.

There was a knock at his door, he didn't understand why they bothered if they were just going to burst in regardless of what Sasuke had to say. He sat there, unmoving, obsidian eyes on the wall across from him. The door clicked open, but he still didn't move."Sasuke-kun, your appointment with the doctor is today." Oh, what a joy. He would get to talk about his problems and feelings with just another white-coat! He would get judged by those eyes, and have horrible things written about him… He would be here forever, he knew it. His stomach began to tighten, twisting into uncomfortable knots. He contemplated throwing up, wondering if that would keep him here, or would it make them believe he did something to himself? He had to wonder, and sadly he figured the later would happen. He decided against making himself sick and slowly turned his body and stood from his bed.

The white halls seems to go on forever, it made him dizzy at a certain point, and he was almost thankful when their trip came to an end. The all too happy nurse pointed to the dark brown door, leaning in and closing her hand to knock before she twisted the silver knob and pushed the door inward. Sasuke would be lying if he said the remotely normal room wasn't something he was ecstatic to see. He took two steps inside, warmth hitting his skin in comfortable bursts, and then he heard the door click shut behind him, followed by the sound of a lock. He figured as much. No trust. He looked around, dark brows furrowing. "Hello?" He sounded as much like a zombie as he looked, his dark eyes circled with deep bags, either from the sleepless nights or past use of drugs he couldn't be sure at this point. He took two more steps forward and looked around again.

The walls were a dark shade of red, complimented by matching carpet he found himself rubbing his foot against. It was pretty. Better than the cold, marble, white floor of his own room. The windows were large, half cloaked in black curtains, letting enough light to flood in to show him it was probably the afternoon. It reminded him how much he missed the outdoors, and how much he hated this place. He approached a black leather couch, running his index finger over the arm of the piece of furniture before he rounded it and slowly sat himself down. Across from him was a desk, littered in paper work and a lamp that had carelessly been left on. You'd think the man would at least show up on time. Sasuke lowered his gaze to the floor, sucking in a breath. In smelled of vanilla, and maybe cinnamon too. He… He liked it… Even if the doctor ended up just being another person, he would at least be able to escape here once a day. "Sorry I'm late!" The door opened up again, closing, and then the click of that lock. He turned his head, being face with the unfamiliar man, whose hair was an odd shade of silver. He looked young though, so he imagined he must have gone through enough stress to turn it such a color at a young age… Dealing with crazy people could do that to you. "Uchiha Sasuke…" The man breathed, looking over a piece of paper as he rounded the couch and sat himself in the spinning computer chair, getting himself comfortable. He didn't look like a doctor, clad in a white dress shirt and somewhat ripped jeans. The man breathed and pushed a hand through his hair, Sasuke keeping quiet as the man seemed to adjust himself. "So sorry for being late… I had a patient I was outside with and I lost track of time." Outside? Sasuke blinked. The doctor must have seen his eyes light up at the word, because he smiled in response. "Ah… So that's the first key, eh? Don't worry, in time I can take you outside too." The man reassured, and immediately Sasuke's eyes narrowed again, before he looked away. "My name is Doctor Hatake… but please just call me Kakashi."

This idea came from a couple of separate role-plays, nothing to do with Naruto, I've had... and I've kinda just wanted to icoperate it in with my favorite characters. Plus I really wanted to do something KakashixSasuke related. There will also probably be a lot of SasukexNaruto, 'cause I actually have a good idea. A bit fluffier than I'm used to, but yeah.

Please tell me what you think! x3