AN: Check out my new story! Anyway, sorry for the short chapter and the long wait, but my computer hasn't been its best, so i'm just putting this out there. Sorry if it's rushed, and also, this part doesn't focus too much on Kakashi, more of Sasuke.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

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Brief

For any normal patient, for anyone else Iruka was assigned to council, he always had a sure point as to where he should start with them.

A ground zero to built upon, a seed to grow on. But, this was Kakashi, a man with a bruised ego, far bruised than anyone else he'd ever dealt with.

Normally his counselees were ninja and children, so according to their age and history it was easier to find a starting point. However, this was Kakashi Hatake. In Iruka's opinion, through the information he had known about the man in the past, and from the information he'd just recently obtained, Kakashi could be classified as both a child and an adult, both seeping into the category of ninja.

Without the medication he was on, Kakashi could have been dangerous, and this whole operation could have been blown.

It was a miracle that the village hadn't been alerted of his condition, of his tendency to lash out at certain people. Unfortunately, Team Seven were his only only victims, they were currently being briefed about the situation.

For the meantime, Iruka sat in a chair in front of Kakashi's bed and waited patiently for the older man to wake. He'd been awake an hour before, contemplating on how to approach his current subject. Showered, groomed, and with his medicine taken, Iruka convinced himself he was prepared for whatever would be thrown at him from the older man.

Again, Iruka thanked God for the medication that coursed through Kakashi's viens. The man would wake shortly, very shortly. A small journal rested in Iruka's lap, a pencil twirling anxiously in his hand.

Any moment, a dark eye would flutter open and the jounin would find himself in a whirl of confusion.

As expected, the Jounin suddenly shifted in his sleeps, the crinkling sound of the sheets moving clearly audible.

Iruka looked on as the silver haired man adjusted himself so he was leaning against the board of the bed, his ungloved hand reached for his back pouch. Suddenly, upon discover that he had no weapons, he looked around the room, his gaze locking on Iruka.

His folded hands rested on his lap.

A dazed look crossed the puzzled Jounin's one visible eye, but suddenly, the look was replaced with a look of realization, grim realization.

"I don't need your counseling nor your therapy, Umino," he greeted Iruka harshly.

Iruka, with the possible outcomes of his current situation, regarding the fact that Kakashi could have awoken many ways, this was actually one of the ways he expected this situation to turn out.

With this being said, the young counselor had a counterstatement to Kakashi's early greeting.

He cleared his throat, "The others don't seem to think that...and recently, you've been showing questionable behavior."

Kakashi's eyebrow tilted, "As in...?"

"Don't tell me that you forgot about almost mutilating your genin squad."

"IT wasn't a mutilation," Kakashi solemnly defended, "I was just tired...and I didn't know who they were."
"And what of Sakura's nearly snapped wrist days before?" Iruka inclined, looking for any change in Kakashi's demeanor.

Silence befell the two, an eerie silence. Kakashi had looked away from Iruka, and stared at his folded hands.

"I want to go home," it was almost inaudible, barely above a whisper. If not for his traiend ears, Iruka would have missed it.

He took a sympathetic approach.

"I know you're confused and upset, Kakashi-san, and I know you didn't mean to hurt your students...The Third thinks you're sick. I"m just helping you get better, will you let me help you?" his voice was suddenly more sympathetic as he sincerely asked Kakashi for permission.

The jounin hesitated and refused to look at the chunin. His hands were now unfolded, and both tightly gripped the bed sheets.

Nervousness...fear...insecurity

"What if...what if you can't help me? What if I don't get better?"

Kakashi voice sounded anguished and tired, as if he'd known about his condition, as if he'd known it was bound to escalate to something like this sooner or later. He sounded terrified as well, terrified of the fact that he might not be cured, that he had no hope in a chunin that he hardly knew.

Terrified of the fact that he'd forever be insane, and forever live to fear himself.

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"New sensei?" Team Seven echoed the ANBU in unison.

The cat mask nodded, "Yes"

"Forever?! I don't' want a new Sensei forever!" Sakura cried, "I want Kakashi!"

"Me too!" Naruto shouted, "I don't want another teacher!"

Sasuke stayed silent.

Yamato mentally kicked himself and thanked the heavens that these brats would never have to be his problem.

"Like I said earlier, you'll have a new Sensei until Kakashi gets better," he said slowly, "Not forever."
"What if he doesn't get better?" previously silent, Sasuke broke out of his shell. It was time to start facing reality.

Yamato sighed, "There's a great possibility he won't get better, however, we have a professional working on him. ...by the way, keep his condition a secret, okay."

"What happens if he doesn't get better?" Sakura continued where Sasuke left off, "what will the village do?"

Yamato considered this earlier. Kakashi was a deadly and dangerous man, and left insane and unattended, he could cause damage, serious damage.

The ANBU captain spoke the truth.

"They'll lock him up_Not in a prison, a facility_Or worse case scenario, kill him...but it probably won't come to that."

Their expressions were clearly readable. Horror, guilt and sadness etched into their faces.

Maybe he should've left the last part out.

"But that's highly unlikely," he reassured them, "highly unlikely."

They still wore the same troubled expressions.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Sakura inclined.

"Your snooping is part of the reason he's in this mess," Yamato replied to the pinkette, "But it was better it happened sooner than later...but that's not the point, alright. In a week from today, you're all to meet at the training grounds. There, you will meet your knew Sensei."

Before they could ask any other questions, Yamato disappeared in a puff of smoke.

They had all been in Sakura's room when the ANBU appeared suddenly, startling all three of them. Now that the initial shock was over, and the news had been delivered, it was time to discuss.

"I say we visit Sensei," Naruto offered, "we owe it to him."

"I think i still have his book somewhere," Sakura added, noting that the book may have gotten lost in the commotion.

Sasuke, unfortunately, wasn't too keen on visiting the man who put them all in the hospital.

"You two go and get killed, i'm staying here. And plus, we don't even know where he is." Sasuke snapped, "I have no intention of getting tossed around like a ragdoll."

"You heard the ANBU, he's sick! It's not his fault!" Naruto shouted in disbelief, "he's still our Sensei."

Sasuke didn't care though, he was blinded by rage and broken trust.

"I don't' care what you two do," he said coldly, "go visit him and get killed, just know i'm not goint with you, nor am I ever accepting him as my Sensei again. If he does get better, expect Team Guy to have an extra member."

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This chapter is short and doesn't really go anywhere?Why, because my computer has been doing something weird. It's hard to close out of the screen when my mouse isn't working, and it's even harder to use my sketch pad pen. Anyway, Hope you liked this chapter, sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes, i checked it though. Have a nice week and God bless!