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Kakashi POV

Sasuke seems to be acting...strange. It's almost as if he's developing different personalities. One minute he's laughing so chillingly it would make Madara shiver, the next he's depressed. I hope to dear god he hasn't developed multiple personality disorder. The kid was dangerous enough with one.

I see Naruto and Sakura ahead of me, on patrol for possible threats and ordered to eliminate them immediatly while Suigetsu and Juugo are on either side of me for muscle in case it's needed. Behind me is Karin, scouting for following ninja. It may not be the best formation but we're in a hurry. Sasuke's earlier coughing fit had worried me enough, the fact that he started coughing up a large amount of blood has me terrified.

The most troubling, however, is that sick, twisted grin plastered to his pretty face. I almost want to kiss it off him, and I most likely would if I wasn't afraid he would grab one of my kunai, slit my throat and rip my head off. And never before, in all my years of missions and assasinations have I EVER encountered anyone with a more terrifying grin. None before this BOY with a more terrifying and insatiable bloodlust.

The wind blows strong against us, almost begging us to take him back, as if the boy was an omen of evil to come. And he just might be. I remember the Third had told me right before my first mission as ANBU captain, "Listen to the trees. Listen to the wind. The elements are all knowing and will guide you down the path chosen. Ignore them, and your path will lead to hell on earth and eternal damnation." Dear kami I hope he and the wind are wrong this time, though I know they aren't. I don't want to abandon him again. Like at the Valley of the End. I could have taken off after him, or sent a clone, but I didn't. I wish I would've. Kami knows I wish I would have. If I had, none of this would've happened!

I feel him shift slightly, and I nearly freeze when I realize what he's doing. He retracts his hand from my person, now clutching a freshly sharpened kunai. Oh dear god.

I try to stay calm. The others would overreact. Or maybe I'm just not reacting enough.

I expect him to attempt suicide or something, but he simply twirls it idly, examining it as if he had never seen one before. The look in his eyes, however, betrays the clam exterior. A powerful wave of bloodlust and raw rage invades the raven's eyes, but his aura does not change. What could he be thinking of?

_Sasuke's Mind Sasuke POV_

I look around my other reality and smile. This is what shaped me. The twisted smiling grin of my elder brother when he captured me in his genjutsu and explained our supposed real bond. My memories twisted themselves, morphing into something others would find horific.

My mother is greeting me at my home. Her throat is slashed from behind as blood spurts out from the wound in her torso, nearly splitting her in half. Her head snaps back down to look at my young self from where it had whipped back. She grinned leeringly at me, her eyes now a milky white, her skin deathly pale. "You did this Sasuke. Your filth killed us. Why are you still alive? We LOVE you Sasuke! Join us in HELL Sasuke! It's where you belong! Slit your throat and dance in the blood! Kill EVERYONE! MAKE A RIVER OF BLOOD! SO MUCH BLOOD IS WONDERFUL! You are such a vile creature. Kill yourself. Kill yourself! KILL YOURSELF!" She cackled insanely, throwing her head back making it sever itself and crash into a wall, still laughing. Stanging behind the now crumpled body of his mother's body stood his father, a wicked grin marring his face. "You've failed again, boy. It's time to take your punishment." The image blurred then dissappeared.

Insane laughter echoed through the space, dead bodies littered the streets. Limbs were tossed and torn to shreads, bone sticking out jaggedly surrounded by torn flesh. The heady metallic scent of blood loomed heavy, drifting from every body, the scent of death suffocating.

"I love the scent of blood, oh how I love the way it runs and spills and gives me chills look how the blood runs in thick rivers flooding the village and drowning its worthless inhabitants. Let the blood flow let the bodies fall and watch it seeping up the wall nothing escapes the tortures of such a gruesome death!"

I sang gleefully as I strolled among the dismembered bodies, passing by my aunt who was hung from her roof by her own bloody intestines. Many of the bodies were thoroughly rotted, and I couldn't supress a giggle as I stepped on my uncle's skull, the bone cracking and collapsing as the rotting brains oozed out. Ah, such a glorius sight. Infront of me crows and maggots feasted on the rotting flesh, tearing the bodies piece by piece, blood splattering with every torn chunk of flesh.

It was beautiful.

The smell of rotting flesh invaded my nostrils and I couldn't be more pleased. When I first entered this secluded part of my mind I was disgusted. But now, NOW it occupies every corner of my mind. As it should.

My most loved memory comes to me quickly, one my mind didn't need to twist much for it to fit the wretched norm of my mutated mind.

Surrounded by screaming water, water turning pink from blood. My hand blazed with the chidori and, just as it pierced his chest I deactivated it, my bare hand now holding his heart, blood pouring from the wound. I grinned as red chakra surrounded him and withdrew my hand, now holding his still beating heart. Long deep gashed ran up my arm from his ribs, more blood pouring into the water, making rivers of red in the clear blue. The heart pulsed in my hand deliciously, and all I could think of was how much BLOOD would come if I ripped it out. It pulsed frantically in my hand, begging to go back into it's homely chest cavity.

Something external, however, interupted the twisted memory, brining my mind back to reality.

I sense new chakra.

_Kakashi's POV Reality_

Sasuke stiffens in my arms, the far away look banished from his face and eyes. The others around me sense it to, a new, massive chakra. We all tensed, Sasuke included.

Landing on the thick branches of the ancient trees we waited silently, feeling the enemy closing in, awaiting the imminent danger. Soon the thud of footfalls thumping from tree branch to tree branch invaded my ear and I couldn't stop the disgusted sneer from forming on my face at their arrogance.

There were seven enemies, we were outnumbered, but not by much. If Sasuke could fight we'd be even, but in his condition I won't let him even try walking, let alone fighting. Even with the disadvantage though, we can't risk surrendering. We're about four days from the village, and even though we have a med-nin, Sakura doesn't have enough chakra to tend to very many people.

That and she's absolutely terrified of Sasuke now.

I really should have convinced Sasuke to try medical ninjutsu. Once he gets over his temporary insanity it will be a cinch to convince him and the hokage probably will be brave enough to teach him.

The enemies have finally reached us, and I honestly can't say in my many years of service and my hundreds of missions, that I have ever faced more arrogant enemies. They land right infront of us, each landing with a dull thud on the solid branches.

Anger rushes through my veins, my body aching to teach the punks a lesson they won't soon forget. I push the urge down. It won't do to have my emotions clouding my judgement, for all I know they have a good right to be arrogant.

In my arms, Sasuke twitched. His head lolled lazily against my chest and a thrum of chakra burst through his system with alarming speed and power. The only indictation of his intentions before he burst out of my arms was a deviously whispered "BLOOD."

He ripped a kunai from my pouch and launched himself, battered as he was, at the enemy. I was horrified at the picture he painted, painted in gorish blood.

He ripped out the jugular of the first, simultaniously wretching his bare hand from where it entered the man's abdomin, bringing dripping organs with it.

The man let out a ravenous, inhuman scream, sending shivers through all in the area. The man fell to the forest floor, his companion coming under attack before the bloodied body of his comrade left the branch.

The next man's throat was slit, his body immediatly erupting in violent convulsions as Sasuke's hand plunged into his chest and ripped out his heart, a hellish spray of lifeblood coating them both and clinging to the branches of ancient trees. The man screamed, the sound gurgling as his throat an lungs filled with blood, the man's comrades screams never ending from the moment Sasuke moved.

Onto the next, he moves faster than lightning, a blur of sickening crimson, obsidian and pale ivory.

The next is a woman, and her breasts are ripped off, her head simultaniously lolling without the support of her now crushed neck, blood spraying eyerwhere. Her body falls landing next to the torn flesh and fat of her breasts, laying in a spreading pile of blood and organs.

The next, a thin man, has his chest collapsed from the force of sasuke's punch, blood spraying and his broken ribs jutting out of his bleeding chest, his body falling to join the corpses of his comrades.

The youngest of the group, a boy who looked like a delicate teenage girl, screamed, trying to race off before he fell victim to Sasuke's bloodied hands. As he turned the raven reached him, smirking devilishly before ripping out the boys spinal column, the bloodied body falling without ever feeling the pain or registering his death.

Chidori sings through the air and solidifies in Sasuke's hand into a blade, quickly piercing the torsoe of a fat, heavily scarred man, obviously the leader. The sword slashes up, splitting his torsoe, neck and head in half, organs and brain matter splattering along with the blood. The man falls quickly, his body thudding grotesquely on a branch below, sickening cracks filling the nearly silent air.

Last standing is an elderly man, his features hard and unforgiving, not even a hint of surprise at the untimely and morbid deaths of his comrades. Grey eyes glare harshly at Sasuke, and I can almost feel the darkly amused grin spreading across his face. He's dripping in blood and gore, obscuring most of his features, and I watch as he shifts his weight from his left foot to his right, still grinning. I can smell the man's fear increasing, the shaking of his shoulders becoming more visble by the second. I can feel my own body shaking. Just standing in the presence of such a killer terrifies even me, even though it's my own student. Sasuke's silence and stillness is almost more terrifying than his sadistic actions.

The air shifts violently, and Sasuke suddenly disappears from the branch. I watch as he reappears next to the man and, pale hand gripping the man's aging face. Pale foot sliding onto the rough texture of the tree branch Sasuke slides along the curved appendage, dragging the man by his face after him, and launches off the branch straight toward the ground at a speed my eye can't follow.

A great thud and crash sounds and, as the dust and dirt clears, I can see blood splattered everywhere, and Sasuke's bloodied hand leaving what's left of the man's head, the bone and flesh nearly disintigrated.

I can't believe my eyes. I can't believe the boy I knew had turned into...THIS.

I can't help but be slightly relieved, though. At some point the seventh enemy seemed to have managed to escape, and Sasuke doesn't appear to have any intention of going after him. He just stands there now, slightly hunched over and string off into the distance facing away from us. Everyone is frozen in fear and, as a vile smell reaches my sensitive nose, I realise Naruto and Sakura had both vomitted at some point.

A soft rustling interupts the horrified silence and I realise Sasuke had risen to full height while I was distracted and had turned, making his slow way towards me. His steps are slightly sluggish, a severe contrast to his swift movements earlier, and his feet drag lightly against the rough bark, trailing blood behind him gorishly.

The scent of blood and bodily fluids hit me in waves and I had to clasp a hand over my mouth and nose to keep the bile from erupting out of my mouth. I swalled back the urge, the taste remaining on my tastebuds.

The scent of death always seemed to have lingered about his presence, even as a genin. For some reason now, the scent only brought to mind rotting flesh.

A/N: Well people, here's the next chapter of I.N.S.A.N.I.T.Y! Happy Halloween peoples, this is my gift to anyone who' still reading~! Not as long as I'd have liked, but this was simply where I felt comortable ending it...and I had no idea how to continue in Kakashi's POV from here!

Next chappie will be in someone else's POV and will hopefull be longer!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Naruto characters...unfortunatley.

Thanks for reading everyone!

Bye bye now~!