Author's free write! Hope everyone that reads this enjoys, I'm not planning on having a planned date to update this story. This story is a side story for me right now. But thank you to anyone who likes my story and reviews on it!

Warning: This fanfic contains yaoi, manslaughter, mental illnesses, Sasuke as a nurse, lemons, drugs, and language.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, never have, never will; but that won't stop me from dreaming!

Sweet Little Mandarin

Gaara POV:

I was drunk, angry, and not in my right mind. Even I can admit to something like that. When that idiot douche bag started to talk in his drunken slur about my sister who was dancing in the large group of people on the dance floor, I more or less lost my temper. I had told the man to stop talking. No, I didn't tell him nicely, but at least I warned him, but no he kept talking and this time he started bagging on me. That is where I lost it. Now when I try to think of how I killed the man it's a colorful blur where I can still hear the strangled cries of the man and the screams of the bystanders. My sister had to pry me off the dead body who, when he was still alive, had tried to fight back landing a solid upper cut to my jaw.

Soon after I was taken to court, Gaara vs. the people of Suna. Lovely tittle. The entire trail was total fixed and bias. No would care if a monster like me was thrown in jail, they'd cheer and make it a national holiday. During the time I was forced into going into the court room I was given dirty looks by the jury, judge, and my own lawyer, hell I think my own brother and sister were giving a look that screamed disgusted. So around the first five minutes of the trail I gave up what little hope I had and hummed to myself a lullaby my uncle used to sing to me before he tried to kill me. To be honest I don't know how my lawyer was able to do it, but he convinced the court that I wasn't in a drunken frenzy that would put me with the manslaughter charge, but instead that I was insane and was to sever out my sentence in a mental ward in a prison. Just what I always wanted. To be surrounded by psychotic bastards that killed someone or something, wishes really do come true. Now I was to spend the rest of my life, yes the jury hated me that much, in a hell hole.

It wasn't long before I was being transferred to the ward; it was somewhere in the middle of absolute nowhere but from what I could see I was going to be spending a lot of time hiking once i was allowed to go out. The mountains were extremely lust and full of towering trees, then we passed a lake that had a large bridge over it, finally the land smoothed out into a flat grass land. Eventually I could make out the fence and some guards walking the perimeter. Once inside the gate I was harshly pulled out of the car and pushed toward the main building where I was pushed into an office. After waiting for a good amount of time I settled for sitting on the hard plastic chair on the side of the desk closest to the door. Finally the door opened and I turned to see a small frail looking man wearing a prison warden uniform. I could tell that if I stood up I would easily stand over him by a foot, his round glasses that he continued to push up his small nose had a glare to them so I couldn't make out his eyes well, his hair was an army shave, showing off his slightly small ears. He silently walked around the desk and sat down on his chair that was jacked up so we're at the same level. Now I could see that he had a very roundish face, his eyes I could see were a dark brown and slightly small, honestly I think he would look better if he grew his hair out.

"Hello, you're Gaara, correct?" His voice was small and quiet with a slightly sickly tone to it; I inched away from the man as to not get sick before I nodded. "Good, I'm Udon." Did he just say Udon? "I'm the warden as you've so clearly noticed, and as the warden it's my job to make sure you have everything you'll need to make you comfortable here." Udon then smiled slightly and confused me even more, wasn't he scared of me? And more importantly he was being nice to a prisoner that was going to be spending the rest of his life here, wasn't the warden supposed to be rough, and cruel? "Listen careful because I'm only saying this once, I'm not like the bastards that treat prisoners badly, as a warden you're supposed to help correct the people who are sent here, thus why you are here. My prison has the highest rate of reduced sentences and successful stories. Now I've read your file and it says that you'll be spending the first part of your sentence in the mental ward until our doctor says that you're not a threat to anyone. Once she gives the go ahead you'll be transferred into the main facility to begin our normal habits. Once you've shown that you can be trusted you'll be given privileges to go outside and so on. Do you understand?" I nodded stupidly since I was still processing what he just said. Maybe this won't be so bad.

"Good, now for the rules. One listen to any and all guards and workers here, everyone was handpicked by me and is willing to help you. Two, don't be late to any meal times or events for the day. If you don't get food or a shower you'll be sent to the hospital ward so see if you're sick. Which leads to rule number three, each month you'll have a mandatory physical so make sure you're healthy, and also for you you'll have to see a therapist once a month also. Fourth, no fighting or actives that can be considered morally wrong or illegal in my prison. Finally don't try to break out, that large expanse of flat bare area that you saw while coming here is rigged with different security measures. Well that's all any questions?"

Shaking my head no I waited till I heard the door open and a man in a white uniform entered, he motioned for me to stand and once I did he gently escorted me to the mental wing of the building. When we were walking I could instantly tell when we entered the mental ward, it was white and white and more white. I watched as doors opened and closed as nurses hurried along in white uniforms that were baggie and stiff looking, a few nurses that were helping people walk down the hall turned to look at me and smiled kindly, causing me to stumble and stare at them as they walked by; the man walking behind me had to lightly push me forward when this would happen until I finally made it to the reception desk. The man cleared his throat and waited with me until a woman with long purplish hair popped out from behind the desk clutching an armful of papers.

"Y-yes?" The woman had a small voice also and instantly I could tell that she was a shy woman. Her hair went down her back and was pulled into a loose messy ponytail, her skin was creamy with a few scars around her fore arm and wrists along with a long claw like scar on going from her jaw line down under her shirt down her chest. More interesting than that though was her eyes, they were like a mix between her hair and skin, with no pupils in the center. She was wearing a different uniform though, it was a short sleeve dress, unlike the long sleeved outfits everyone else wore, plus her uniform had a black belt around her waist with multiple pockets; I could also see a taser and handcuffs attached to the belt.

"Hinata, this is the new guy Gaara, mind escorting him to his room?" Hinata quickly nodded her head yes before shuffling the papers in her hand around frantically trying to sort them out. The man behind me rolled his eyes before leaning down to my ear and whispering to me. "She may be jumpy and shy but make no mistake, Hinata can beat ass when she's angry. That's how she got her scars." As the man stood back up Hinata walked around the desk and motioned for the man to leave, she watched his retreating figure before Hinata shyly smiled at me.

"Well Gaara I do hope we get to become great friends." Hinata quietly lead me down the hall, and every few minutes would point out something of interest or something important for me to know. "And over here is the garden, right now you're not able to leave the building but in about a week I'm sure I can get you permission to go in the garden." She once again smiled shyly at me and stepped aside from the window so I could look out. It was a pleasant well-kept garden I'll give it that, it was mostly pathways that weaved in-between trees and small flower gardens that some of the patients were tending with a nurse. I looked around a little bit more before I tried of looking at the garden and sighed, I would prefer to go out and hike in a wide expanse of area not being escorted around with someone who thought I was crazy. Hinata must have heard my sigh since she started to giggle lightly causing me to become annoyed. "Don't worry," she added lightly, "the garden is bigger than you think. If you go down that path," Hinata pointed to a path slightly off to the right, "you'll find an area that one of the other convicts has been taking care of. It used to be an old broken fountain area, now it's beautiful. Of course he won't let just anyone go there." Hinata added with a wink before ushering me away from the window.

At four Hinata had finally shown me around the entire building and taken me to my room, it was white like the rest of the ward and devoid of anything that could make the room fell homey. "Sorry about the lack of things, I'll get you permission tomorrow to get a library pass, that way you can read books after everyone is sent back to their rooms. Also the bed next to the window is yours your roommate will be here soon, be nice and if you need anything hit the button next to your bedside, Kiba will come right over." Quickly waving goodbye Hinata left me to myself, so having nothing else to do I lay down on my bed and waited for sleep to wash over me until the nightmares come.

TBC~

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