A/N: Based on a novel by Umera Ahmed; with a lot of modifications.

Sasuke-centric fic. Sasuke, a bit psychotic and a normal sakura (will come a bit later).

Dedicated to Dictionary-ink for giving me the spirit of a writer again.

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or Peer- Kamil novel.

Chapter # 1

Mrs. Kurenai stared at the boy sitting in the second row, beside the window, for the fourth time. Even now he was looking out of the window in a very carefree style. Every now and then he seized his activity…. and offered a glance at Mrs. Kurenai. And then went back to his original pose.

It was her first day at that foreign high school at Konoha and her first biology lecture to that class as well. She was a diplomat's wife and had shifted recently in Konoha. Teaching was her profession and whenever her husband was posted to different foreign offices, she would teach at the school associated with the embassy.

She had continued the scheme of studies followed by the previous lecturer, and after an introductory session with the students she was now giving them a lecture on the blood circulation, drawing the diagram in the process.

While explaining the diagram, she again caught a glimpse of that boy who was apparently still looking out of the window. Using her old technique, she abruptly stopped speaking, keeping her eyes fixed on the said boy. The classroom was suddenly enwrapped by silence. The boy shifted his neck to look inside. He looked at the teacher. Their eyes locked for a second. Kurenai smiled at him and then continued the lecture. She kept eye contact with the raven haired boy for a while who was now busy writing something in his notebook, and then diverted her attention towards other students. She thought that he was embarrassed enough to not repeat his disturbing activity but after one minute he was again focused on the outside view. She repeated the sudden silence technique but didn't smile this time when the student looked at her. After a while she spotted him again looking outside. This time her forehead frowned and she stopped in a bit of annoyance. The boy looked at the teacher again and this time he frowned as well. He stared at the lecturer in aggravation and continued to proceed with his sight-seeing. Kurenai turned red at this utmost rude behavior.

"What are you looking at Sasuke?" she snarled, her voice authoritative.

"Nothing", was his short reply. He was now gazing at her with fierce eyes.

"Do you know what are we studying?"

"Hope so" he said in his monotonous cold voice.

Kurenai capped the marker and threw it on the table, now fully enraged on that disrespectful remark. "If that's the case then come and redraw this diagram on board", she said rubbing the diagram she had made.

The boy changed many colors before finally returning to his cold glare mode. The students murmured and exchanged worried looks. The second Kurenai rubbed the last remnants of the diagram; Sasuke left his seat with a start. He crossed over to the board in few quick steps and drew the whole complex diagram in two minutes twenty seven seconds; the same diagram had taken Kurenai complete five minutes to draw. She just kept staring at the diagram which was neater than hers and with perfect labels; and drawn in such a short amount of time. She couldn't find even a tiny mistake even after much speculation. On his way back, Sasuke threw the marker back on the table with same force which Kurenai had used a while ago. A bit embarrassed she turned her head to look at the ingenious boy who was again sitting in the same pose, staring out of the window.

It was an elite residential area. The sound of loud music was coming from the room of an expensive looking house. Any outsider would have been amazed by the sheer will-power of the residents of the house to bear such loud music. But if he had known the state they were in; it wouldn't have been so shocking. In the state those six boys in the room were, they could have tolerated a hell lot more than that awful loud music, with no sweat. And if we talk about the seventh boy, he was not influenced by anything, ever. The room was filled with smoke clouds and a strange choking smell. The leftovers of food brought from a very expensive restaurant were trashed everywhere in the wall-to-wall carpeted room, and the soft drink cans and disposable plates, and ketchup bags oozing excessive red material were leaving hideous stains on the carpet. The seven boys were sitting, some lying on the carpet, distanced apart a bit from each other, kind of spread out in the whole room.

Many empty bear cans were scattered in front of them. And the amusement didn't stop there; they were all; at the time busy entertaining themselves with different drugs they had acquired oh-so-easily from various sources.

They had gathered for the third time for this little adventure in that month and had used various different drugs on each meeting. The drug they used the first time was found by one of them; in his father's drawer. The second one they acquired from a club and this time the drug was bought on the way back from a trip they went the previous night. They had used alcohol with all the drugs, gaining which was no problem for any of them.

Now they were all smoking cigarettes; chatting in broken sentences, all completely engulfed in the drugs- close to loosing consciousness. Only the seventh boy was completely conscious and in control. His raven color hair was messy and he had bags under his eyes, even then he was not looking as disgusting as his other friends. He was wearing a silver chain carrying different symbols and animal figures. He was wearing a high collar navy blue shirt lined with black vertical lines with first two buttons undone, and a pair of faded black jeans which had a girl's face painted on each knee. He had his cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He was also laced with different rubber and satin wrist bands and plain silver rings. His eyes were rimmed red but he still didn't look even close to being high. He stared at the other boys for a while who were completely high and were now in dosing off. He straightened up and sat, stuffing the remaining powder in a cone and started inhaling it with a straw. After a while he threw the straw away and took a bit of the powder in the palm of his hand. Intrigued but with care, he tasted a bit of it with the help of his index finger. The next moment he spitted it out quickly. Apparently the drug was of very high quality. His eyes were now redder than before but he was still in completely sound. His facial expressions were telling that he wasn't much amused by his recent activity. After a minute he took a few gulps from the bear can he was holding, as if in an attempt to wash off the taste of the drug. After tossing the empty can away he stared at his room-mates for a while his eyes showing signs of a deep thought. His eyes were a bit wet but the shine in them could tell that the drugs hadn't affected him even now.

It was happening for the third time now. Even when all his friends were so high they couldn't remember their name or get up; he would still be completely sober. He was starting to get a bit puzzled now. Why him? Why was he not affected like the others? Why was he different? He was getting tired now and was thinking to leave. After stumbling a bit, he stood up and bent to get his key ring, wallet and credit cards. He turned off the stereo and opened the door. He sat to put on his converses and stood up again. Upon closing the door of the room, he swept his eyes across the area as if he was forgetting something but then continued down the corridor. Suddenly he felt something trickling down his nose. He touched his upper lip and in the dim light of the corridor he saw crimson liquid at the tips of his fingers. He took out a tissue from his pocket and dried the blood. He felt something sharp prickling his throat from the inside. He discarded the feeling and walked ahead. After a moment he felt like suffocating; he took in a few deep breaths and tried to ease himself. And spitted one, two, three times… and then continued on to the stairs. He stopped abruptly upon having a weird feeling in his nose again and suddenly something started pouring out of his nose with full force, a force that made him bent in shock. He kept staring at the stream of blood slipping down the marble stairs - he kept on staring, in that dim corridor light.

"What is your name?"

"I don't know…"

"What is the name your parents gave you?"

"Ask my parents about that"

… silence

"What do people call you?"

"Boys or girls?"

"Boys?"

"By various different names"

"What do they mostly call you?"

"Dare-devil…."

… silence

"And what about girls?"

"They also call me by various different names"

"What do they mostly call you?"

"I can't tell you, it's too personal"

Deep silence…; a long breath….; then again silence.

"Can I give you a suggestion?"

"Yes"

"Why don't you try asking something that neither I nor you know. The things you have asked uptill now are written in that file over there". He motioned towards his case-file placed on the far end of the wooden table. "Why are you wasting my time?" he was annoyed now.

The psychoanalyst gazed at the boy lying in front of him. He had been this calm and collected since he arrived in his room. The calm, quiet and dark atmosphere of his office hasn't influenced the boy one bit. He was taking in the room's details sweeping his eyes across the room as he talked with the psychologist.

It was the strangest case brought to him in his professional life. A teenage boy with 150 I.Q. level, handsome and rich, adored by all was a total nut case and had tried to commit to suicide three times in the past three months. His parents were really worried because there wasn't any apparent reason for him doing such actions. He always got what he wanted, he had a superb academic carrier, he was young and handsome and he was an only child.

That's why his parents had brought him to the psychologist, but even the master psychoanalyst couldn't find anything wrong with him.

The psychologist session will continue in the next chapter… I am way too drowsy to write anymore now *yawns*. Hopefully I will update, soon. The least you can do now is let me know that you were here and hit the review button! Flames, critiques, supportive reviews all accepted!