I'm not own Naruto but Masashi Kishimoto except my OC. (Except my Hinata of course #Evil Laugh)
Pat123: Previous one's the part one lol
sultryvoice: Point taken. I agreed with you, it just imagine Naruto doing anything to gain respect from all of the villagers and protect his friends at the same time, you can imagine how difficult his life could be? Plus, when Sasuke left Konoha just for take a revenge.. This's the reasons why I hate Sasuke (no offens girl or guy fan). The real Kakashi, he didn't care about Naruto, only Sasuke he care about until he left the village (Damn him for that). I'm writing this to prove how sad Naruto when he has no one (Without showing his fake smile like original story from Masashi Kishimoto).
Ruiz: Don't worry I won't abandoned this story, thank you for review Ruiz!
"I don't care, Naruto, you're going and that's final!" Kakashi screamed, quite fed up.
Okay, you may be wondering how we wound up in this situation. Truth is, neither male really knew at this point himself. But it's good to give you a little background info.
So, it all started when Iruka had told Kakashi about some 'rarities' and 'peculiar brain-dysfunctional discoveries' he'd witnessed. In the beginning, Kakashi thought Iruka found Naruto quite the oddball, and chose to lie to Kakashi to make the man feel better, but once Iruka had mentioned what exactly had been so strange about the boy, Kakashi began to pay more and more attention to it and therefore had seen into a lot more than he should have.
He noticed how Naruto always tugs at his hair. He used to only do it when he was nervous. Now he did it constantly. And how the twitch under his lower eyelid was increasingly present as well. Oh, and don't forget the lip-peeling. Thumb-chewing, Kakashi could live with. It was a special trait most of the Nara clansfolk took comfort in. But that thing where Naruto would literally shred off pieces of his lips disturbed him greatly. Not only cos he did it until the dark skin broke but also cos the boy swallowed the shredded pieces of skin, which made it look more cannibalistic than anything to Kakashi.
But it wasn't only that. Apparently, Naruto's grades have been dropping tremendously in Geomatery. It used to be the one Mathematical subject he was good at. He hated Algebra, because numbers were just too hard to work with. Now, his geometrical insight had decreased massively and it proved to weaken other vital criteria on his report card as well. His abilities to bring structure to a simple Japanese sentence were zero to none at this point. He could talk, and he could tell you which word was the verb, or the noun, or simple stuff like that. But what should have been the easiest thing, was the most difficult to him.
And whenever Kakashi would ask him a question about school, Naruto no longer diverted it and said "Good!" or "That Sasuke-teme is such a jerk!". Instead, he just stared at the man and said, "It was okay, I guess."
That had been quite terrifying the first time the jounin heard it. If he hadn't been looking into Naruto's recent habits, it would've sounded like a normal sentence. Now, it seemed like Naruto couldn't remember what his day had actually been like.
"Well, what did you do?" he'd asked.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Why do you care?"
"Can't a man be interested in what the academy is like nowadays?"
"I guess. But it's probably the same stuff you used to do."
"What did you do in P.E.?"
"P.E.? We didn't do that today.."
Yup. Most likely, that was what had made Kakashi's brain go 'CLICK'. That was the transfer he made from 'Iruka's just a dramaqueen and nothing's wrong with Naruto' to 'omg wth is gng on?!'. After all, Naruto's gymbag was hanging in his left hand...
Still doesn't tell us how the man wound up screaming and so pissed-off that his face was red. Let's go further into the matter.
So, he asked Iruka what he should do about it. And, being the smart and kind-hearted, overly-sweet teacher Iruka was, he suggested child-therapy. Kakashi nearly exploded from his overflowing empathy (ahem) and blundered, "THERAPY?!", being it so that the only time he went to therapy was after he'd killed 42 citizens of Sound Village.
But Iruka had pressed the matter, and after showing him thirty files on study-reports doctors and neurologists had done on children with brain-dysfunctions, Kakashi was completely convinced. He'd hoped he could just give Naruto a little pocket-book or agenda, to keep record of what he'd done and still had to do, but he understood that it wouldn't solve whatever problem Naruto was dealing with.
That didn't mean the issue had been resolved, though.
After all, if it were so easy, Kakashi wouldn't be suffering from a throat-ache right now. It must suck, under-using your vocal chords so much. (Yeah right.)
Anyway, the moment the word 'therapy' had so much as left the jounin's mouth, Naruto had been dead-set against it and made it clear to Kakashi that he wasn't going to go. He'd told him over and over again that you should only go to therapy if you have a problem and that he obviously didn't have one.
They'd fought it over repeteadly, until, in the end, they wound up like this, Kakashi screaming his head off. That was something they both hadn't really seen coming.
"Naruto-kun, you may wait outside for a moment, please."
It was an odd way of forming the sentence, but it was polite, and the man seemed even more gentle than Iruka-sensei himself, except with a stronger air of self-respect and unbreakable-ness. The man seemed like the perfect 'senpai' or even just a good older brother. He had dark blue hair and greyish eyes. He was also wearing glasses, but it seemed like he could see just fine without them. They proved to give him a cool/serious kind of mix of a look though, so Kakashi didn't really mind them.
The boy huffed and took a seat in the waiting room, returning to his lip-chewing.
Ew, Kakashi thought, before following the man inside his office and taking a seat as he shut the door.
The name-board on his desk read 'Kiyoaki Shibara'.
"My name is Kiyoaki Shibara, but you can call me Kiyoaki or Shi if you prefer."
"Hatake Kakashi," Kakashi replied, extending his hand to Shibara's awaiting one and shaking it.
"So. About Uzumaki Naruto-kun."
"Hai." (yes)
"His case is rather peculiar. Has he been treated by any other doctor?"
"..No. Not that I know of. Why?"
"I see. At what age did you adopt him?"
"Three and a half."
"Uh-huh. And was there any violence before that, which you may know of?"
"Well, I think it's pretty obvious that he's been mistreated before I adopted him. But what does that have to do with this? He was too young to remember any of that."
"Do not underestimate the mind of a young child, Hatake-san. It's true that there are a lot of events they forget about, but if tragic or incredibly unmanageable situations unfold, the capability to remember every detail of it is evident. Images remain imprinted in their mind, whether they want them to be or not. It wouldn't surprise me if Naruto-kun gets nightmares often."
"How so?"
"Is it true?"
"Yes. How did you assume such a thing?"
"Does he remember what the nightmares were about?"
"Usually he doesn't." Kakashi had given up on getting information out of the man.
"It matches perfectly, then."
And it wasn't too hard at this point for Kakashi to put the pieces together. Naruto was having difficulties with his concentration and all those other matters, because of unresolved issues of his past. Aware of it or not, he was bothered by it all.
"Now. About the sessions. 4663.5 yen (about 40 euros) should suffice."
"For?"
"A ninety-minute session."
Kakashi pulled his wallet out of his pocket, but Shibara held out his hand in a stopping motion.
"Wait with that for after, Hatake-san. First, I'd like to treat Naruto-kun. I'd like to get to know more about his symptoms. Then, if I find that I've done my job well, you can pay me."
"Sounds fair enough." Weird guy. Respectable, though, in an off way.
The two men stood up and shook hands again, and Shibara went to open the door for Kakashi. "I'll see you back in ninety minutes, then?"
"Yes."
"Alright, Naruto-kun, you can come in now."
As the boy passed, he grumbled something under his breath and looked up at Kakashi angrily, before taking a seat in the office defeatedly and leaning his cheek on his fist.
Kakashi stared at the boy's back for a second before turning to Shibara and bidding him a quick farewell.
"So, Naruto-kun. Is it alright if I call you that?"
Naruto looked up at the man and shrugged. "Call me whatever you want."
Shibara smiled. "I'm Kiyoaki. You can call me Kiyo."
Naruto just kept looking at the man, unfascinated.
"Now, Naruto, as you well know, I'm here to find out more about you and your recent... personality-changes."
"I haven't changed!"
"Alright, calm down. It's normal that people change. I change from day to day. It'd be terribly sad if I still acted the way I did when I was three, wouldn't it?" Kiyoaki chuckled.
Naruto wanted to smile, but he chose to huff instead, and dropped his cheek on his fist again. "I don't know why I'm here."
"Well, Naruto-kun, there have been some... issues... concerning your mental health, which are probably linked to events from your past. Do you remember anything about your past?"
"I remember my friends at the Home."
"Good! Anything else?"
"Uhm..." Naruto tilted his head to the other side. "Not really. I mean, I guess I did juggle between families once in a while, but besides that... nothing really."
"Do you remember what the families used to treat you like?"
"Mmm... No."
"Who was your first family?"
"I don't remember their name. The man had a dog, though. A big one."
"The man? I presume he was the father?"
"Yeah."
"And the mother? Where was she?" At this point, Kiyoaki had stood up and started walking about his office, arranging random things. He'd shift a painting on the wall to make it straighter, or would pull out a book and flip through a couple of pages before putting it back in its entitled place.
"Uhm... Out more than in, I guess. The man always beat her up. I could always hear them fighting in the other room, cos they were constantly panting."
Appearing like he was just scribbling down a random note, Kiyoaki picked up the yellow notepad on his desk and wrote down, 1: Aggressive, sexual in presence of child .
"Did you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No."
"Okay." It sounded almost like Kiyo was trying to cheer him up. "And what about your second family?"
"I don't -- I don't remember them."
"You can't or you don't want to?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Naruto growled.
Instead of backing away and saying, "Nothing really", Kiyoaki glanced at him with a bright white shimmer on his glasses and said clearly, yet calmly, "Exactly what it sounds like."
Naruto felt intimidated, to say the least, and sort of uncomfortable. He wished Kakashi were here to make him feel stupid with a light joke, which would inevitably help him avoid the question.
"Who was the father?" Kiyoaki asked, returning to his walking about the room, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Which, in a way, it hadn't, but those two seconds of awkward degrading were enough for Naruto to not want it to happen again.
"An alcoholic. He had a whip."
"And the mother?" Shibara knew not to linger on matters of abuse too long -- after all, it took quite a lot of courage to come out with this kind of information. He knew that children who let it out after bottling it up so long were expecting a reaction of extreme surprise, so he gave him the exact opposite. He acted like he'd expected it all along. This would make them want to spill more, if only to get the reaction they so desired.
With Naruto, it oddly wasn't the case.
"The mother was an alcoholic, too."
"Brothers or sisters?"
"None."
"I see," Kiyoaki nodded curtly, going over to his notepad again. 2: Extreme abuse
"Your third?"
"They were okay."
"Really, and why is that?"
"There were four sisters and five brothers."
"Ah, yes. I've read about that in the newspaper. You were moved out by the state. Do you remember why?"
"..No."
"Your brother tried to have sexual contact with you."
Naruto flushed completely, earlopes bone-white and his cheeks blood-red. "He-he-he WHAT?!"
Kiyoaki could just stifle a chuckle before it escaped his lips. "He was your senior by three years. You were three and he was six. Every brother and sister in that family had an intimate bond with another member of the family. Do you know where your parents were at the time?"
"No."
"While all that was going on, they were brought to the sanitorium. Unfortunately, nobody really went deeper into the whole matter, being it so that there was a nineteen-year-old brother and an eighteen-year-old sister and everyone figured things were fine. Unfortunately, your 'parents' had taught all their children to have intimate bonds with each other. Miharu, the one who tried to bond with you, was merely copying the actions of his siblings. A child so young doesn't realise he's doing something wrong. None of your siblings knew they were doing things that are considered wrong in society."
"I don't remember that. I only remember playing games."
"Naturally."
Naruto wanted to ask why, but for some reason he felt like he either just wouldn't get an answer at all, or one that didn't make sense to him at all anyway.
Kiyoaki shuffled around the room again, asking him about his life on the street and how he looked at Konoha and all that. Ten minutes later, he picked up his notepad again, and wrote down, 3: intimate bonds with siblings. Forcefully blocked out all memory.
Naruto glanced at the clock. Only fourty minutes had gone by since he entered the room. His palms were getting sweaty and his hair felt clammy against his forehead. He was getting seriously irritated by the fact that this man acted like he knew all about him, and he wanted to know what exactly this person was trying to accomplish.
"Kiyoaki."
"Hm?" The man glanced sideways at him, appearing almost childishly innocent.
"Why did you become a therapist?"
"..Why I ..? Uhm.. Well, probably, because I used to hang out with a lot of kids who were abused by their parents. I've always had great parents, so when they died when I was still a child, I wanted to help other people understand what love really is. I missed my parents so much that I probably wanted to bring them back to life by giving a little bit of their spirit to every person I treat. Actually, it's very likely that I felt guilty for always having had great parents, and that I thought that at least I could help society out a little and repay my friends for their kindness and understanding. You know, it could also be because since they're all dead now, I find a sort of comfort in seeing other children who have problems at home, if only to re-awaken the same feeling I had whenever I hung out with them. Yeah. That sounds probable."
Naruto found it oddly amusing how Kiyoaki was turning all 'therapist' on himself and how he was actually using words like 'probably' and 'likely'. Any other person probably would have said "cos I want to help the world" or something like that. Which, of course, is a nice, valid answer. But that wouldn't have made Naruto laugh so hard.
"Hm? What?"
Kiyoaki's confusion only made Naruto laugh even harder.
When Kakashi came to pick Naruto up, he'd noticed how much gentler Naruto was about things. While he paid Shibara and tipped him for a job well done, the boy was just quietly flipping through a magazine he found in the waiting-room. Obviously, he'd do things quietly, the way he always did whenever he was around Kakashi, but when he was pissed-off, he'd normally show it by, for example, leaning against the doorframe and sighing bitterly every so often.
Now, the boy seemed more... fragile. Like an actual human being.
"Next week would be a good time to have him swing by again, Kakashi-san," Shibara let the man know, looking at the jounin in a way that made him feel sort of uncomfortable.
Kakashi was used to getting drilled. He was used to the shouting and the glaring and the god-awful stare to get the one being stared at to do whatever you want. He'd been in the ANBU. As an ANBU member, he'd been yelled at over various things, none of them logical. The ANBU captains were all crazy, every single one of them. Some of them shouted like crazy banshies to get you pumped up with fear or adrhenaline or sometimes even both. Other liked to say nothing and give you meaningful looks that seemed to melt you down to the ground instead. But never in his entire life, has Kakashi met a person who could look at you in such a way that you felt like going over every single detail of your life to make sure you did it all the right way. Perhaps because Shibara's look was kind yet serious. He was dedicated to his work and what he did, and the other man could tell. Not once had Kakashi been too happy with what he did. Never in his entire life has he thought of the shinobi to be 'honorable'. Not even when they saved entire villages and innocent children.
And not because shinobi were technically nothing but tools; erasers of the human errors in life. But because the people he saved, would eventually turn out to be exactly like them. They were saving people who would look at the shinobi with admiration and would want to be a shinobi as well. They trained young children in villages to be shinobi precisely to keep their roles as so-called 'protectors' alive, because those same shinobi that saved innocent kids, came home with blood-stained hands, wanting nothing more than for someone to tell them that they're doing things the right way and that everything will turn out to be just fine.
Why else would they do what they do?
Once they returned home safely, Naruto pulled out a book and began scribbling away ferociously. Kakashi had been curious, but he chose to just lay down on the couch instead, and read the only thing that could keep his mind off of everything else; Icha Icha Paradise.
At 18:30, Naruto retired to his studies and sat on the window sill, allowing the orange sunlight to illuminate the pages of his book. The dull white cover of it read; 'Chakra Vol. 4 - B'. The only illustration it had was on the back, where a see-through human had been painted with the chakra-strings going through its body.
Naruto looked absolutely and utterly bored, but he kept reading until it was 19:40 and time for ramen. But even while they were having dinner, the blonde said nothing, not even when he found some rock-hard noodles lodged in his throat. It was like sitting across from a ghost, who was too caught up in whatever the hell he was thinking of to respond to anything at all.
He was silent even when Kakashi told him he should get to sleep cos it was eleven o'clock already. The blonde simply nodded his head and bowed slightly before retiring to his room.
The jounin was starting to think things weren't going to work out this way.
So, being the kind of person he was, he snuck into the boy's room and borrowed the book he'd been writing in earlier.
Kakashi slumped onto the edge of his bed and turned on the little light on his bedside table. He opened the simple, hardcover brown book, flipping through the first three, blank pages, until he reached the part where Naruto had started off.
After looking up at the ceiling and holding his breath, mulling over his actions, he decided that this was his best option and looked back down again, smiling a little at the crude, round writing.
I didn't want to go to therapy. But Kiyo was nice.
He said stuff like 'abuse' and 'sexual', but he didn't act like it was taboo to say those things. That's cool.
I can remember my other families, now. Suddenly, I remember what it feels like to hurt. The scars on my back are burning again and even my heart races when I remember how scared I was the first time Girano-tou-san sat really close to me.
Even that worst time... I thought I forgot about it... But I remember how Girano-tou-san would be really intimate with me and slap me as he told me I was a good or a bad boy. Back then I guess I just swallowed and gasped, but now it humiliates me so much I want to cry.
Kiyo told me about how people change, though. He said that it would be sad if he still acted the way he did when he was little. So I guess that means I can really just leave the past behind me. But that doesn't stop me from remembering it, now.
Kakashi shut the book and suppressed the urge to cradle his head in his hands and shut his tired eyes. He suddenly understood why Naruto was being so quiet and headed over to the boy's room. He placed the book back in its rightful drawer and lay down behind the blonde, embracing him and holding him close.
"You're quite a miracle," he whispered.
The next morning, Naruto's mouth was like an engine on overheat. He was talking about anything and everything, even the things that bothered him in daily life. He complained that the toothpaste in the bathroom tasted funny and that the cereal was very bland. He actually said 'bland'; the boy who was anything but bland, managed to call something else exactly that.
But he also smiled a big, luminous smile, as he told Kakashi just how much he loved ramen and Saturdays and learning new techniques.
It was quite a funny and odd sight to the jounin, who was used to a shy boy who bottled up his emotions and chose to only show Kakashi his positive, polite side.
And he decided he couldn't wait a whole week to figure out exactly why Naruto was being this way. So he brought the kid over to Shibara-san's office again, even as Naruto protested repeatedly how much he HATED therapy and WOULDN'T go even if Kakashi MADE him.
Turns out he had no choice, either way.
"You? Alone?" Shibara asked, confused.
"Just for a moment."
"Alright. Naruto-kun, could you wait over there, please?"
Naruto looked up at Kakashi, confusion written all over his face.
Kakashi nodded at him, almost in a confirming way. "Just for a minute, Naruto. I want to ask Shibara-san something."
"About me?"
The jounin poked the boy in the side. "Of course it's about you; everything in life is about you," he joked, throwing the boy over his shoulder and leaving the room for a second before depositing him on a chair in the waiting-room. "I promise it'll only be a second."
"I don't care how long it takes; as long as it's not about me."
"Alright, alright."
But Kakashi never promised, did he?
"Oh, that's obvious," Shibara said, as though it were the easiest thing in the world to figure out. "It's weird that you, of all people, didn't think of that, yet. I thought you were the oh-so-famous cat ninja or something like that?"
"Kakashi the copy-cat nin, yes," the jounin replied, getting mildly irritated by Shibara's incapability to at least say his 'codename' (which of course wasn't really a codename anymore nowadays) correctly.
"So, what is it? Why wouldn't he speak to me yesterday, but is he speaking mouthfulls every second today?"
Shibara shot him an amused look, probably for his choice of words, but answered despite it; "Yesterday he was contemplating his choices. Today, he realises that you are truly the only one he can depend on. Do you think he acted this way around his other families?"
"I wouldn't know; I wasn't there."
"Well, he didn't." Shibara's voice was calm and collected, but his expression said otherwise. It was almost as though he was there and that he knew all about Naruto's life, from beginning to end.
"In you he sees the one person who will stay with him even through a mess of misery."
Kakashi was gaping at him, awestruck.
"Let's say a child gets bullied at school, right?"
"Right."
"Well, say the child only has his or her father. What do you think the child will do to get 'closer' to the only one he or she has left?"
"Act like an angel?"
Shibara chuckled lightly. "It's funny how everyone makes that mistake. A child needs attention. It craves it with all its being. When a child gets close to the one he or she loves, they show them their dark sides, to put them to the test, and their bright sides, to reward them when they pass. So far, you've probably been acting very mellow toward this change, but Naruto-kun can feel that since you didn't get angry at him for anything he's said, the two of you are closer than, let's say, him and his academy teacher."
"Well, of course we are. Didn't he know that, yet?"
"What, exactly, did he say, that caught your attention?"
Kakashi simply accepted the way Shibara changed the subject without even concealing it and replied, "Well, loads of stuff. He used to only be happy with whatever he got, now he comments on anything and everything he sees."
"Yes, but has he insulted anyone? Has he hit you, or tried to harm you in any other way?"
"No?" Kakashi felt like he was intruding on some private case for kids with mental disorders. He felt like the parents of those children would be pointing the finger at him and saying that he was an idiot for not even knowing THAT much.
"That's quite the spectacle. I guess Naruto-kun really does have a gentle heart."
"What? Why?"
"Kakashi-san, I fear that Naruto-kun still hasn't quite warmed up to you, yet. Please, do understand, the first three years in a child's life are more important than the rest. It is of crucial importance that they get a proper treatment; this is something he didn't get. Then he moved in with you, and you weren't like the other families. He probably got a nervous breakdown somewhere within the first year, if only because he was still waiting for you to do something that would hurt him and it rattled in every fiber of his being as the years passed."
"Well what was I supposed to do? Hit him every morning?"
"I never said you did something wrong. I simply let you know exactly what was going on in Naruto-kun's head. And something which you could have done was bring him to a therapist, but I do understand that you would be against that idea. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Ashamed?" Kakashi repeated, head bent all the way to the other side as though he were braindead.
"Yes. I hear that shinobi absolutely hate hearing that they should go see a therapist. I had a shinobi in here last, who said that he regretted all those years of refusing therapy simply because he had to 'prove' to his teammates that he didn't need help and that he was strong enough to get through it all."
"Well, I'm not like that."
"Au contraire," Shibara insisted.
(on the contrary)
Kakashi looked up.
"I've heard about you. When I was a kid, Hokage-sama spoke of you a lot. I saw you once, as well. I believe you were only fourteen and you were already in the ANBU. Hokage-sama told you you should see a counselor or a therapist or anyone else to help you, but you kept telling him you were fine."
"You were there?"
"I was."
"You- you were the kid in the corner!"
"Indeed."
"Why were you there?"
"I tried to help my friend break out of his house."
"Break... Out of his own house?"
"It wasn't exactly his. He'd been adopted. But he hated it there. So I helped him break out. Except.. Someone caught us, and the one who got punished was foremostly none other than myself."
Kakashi was happy he was wearing a mask, cos smirking over such a matter would be too buddy-buddy for him. He couldn't be a senpai who was acting like a kohai toward some guy who was younger than him but could exert such an impressive example of authority.
"But anyway, about Naruto-kun's case, I would be wary if I were you. He could get agressive from now on. He's probably ready to put the past behind him, but since he doesn't quite know how, he's going to work out his frustrations on other people. I believe you already know this, but Naruto-kun is quite the hothead."
"Yes. I know."
Shibara smiled.