Trashed and Scattered Chapter 5: Ripped, a naruto fanfic

One: I've been having an icon making boom lately and it's been hard to get back into writing, plus I was in England for two and a half weeks and couldn't update…so sorry about that.

Two: I've had a lot of sickness lately…lots of puking…and stuff…so feel sorry for me or something, I need it D:

Three: I've also become addicted to this RP on LJ and that has put me in a writing mood. So yes, I bring you another chapter of TaS.

Four: Thanks to all who requested betaship, of course, I could only accept one, but thanks so so much shiny eyes

Keep on writing you're just raping yourself.
Nothing can take my mind away from them.
Don't you ask about me, ask 'bout somebody else.
Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell.
I can't feel it, won't embrace it, it's overwhelming how far you take it.
Stuck in a state of questioning.
And don't you tell me you know we' re destined, you won't convince me, I won't listen.
Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold.

Trashed and Scattered- Avenged Sevenfold

Haku's Point of View

I was the first to be taken in to this hospital, when it was very unknown and Zabuza had only wanted the best for me. At the time, I happily complied, and I still do, to a certain extent; after all it's my fault half of his face is hidden behind those awful bandages. It's my fault his face is mauled beyond affordable repair. Even after he did so much for me, I fucked him up. When I arrived here, it was only Dr. Sasuke, Dr. Neji, and a couple of nurses who quit awhile back. It was horrible, being the only one, because I was the only bug under the magnifying glass.

Then, I could sort of say this as pleasure, Naruto came into the picture. He had grown up without parents, and I remain unsure as to exactly who his real guardian is, however; a man named Umino Iruka brought him in. Naruto breathed a little life back into the hospital and directed attention more to him than myself for once. But part of me found this so ungodly annoying.

I didn't get much salvation a month later, because our small group pretty much doubled in every field. Dr. Shikamaru and Dr. Itachi joined around the same time; Nurses TenTen and Hinata soon came into the picture, and a mind reader, named Yamanaka Ino, joined our small test group. It was utterly strange, having so many people around, because there were now three rats, and six cats, putting the kitties at an unfair advantage as always. I felt even more suffocated than ever.

So I can't say I felt bad when Sabaku no Kankuro was dragged through the doors by a blond she-devil in pigtails. Yes. She-devil. Temari never ceases to scare the shit out of me. In fact, since Kankuro was a bit quieter than Ino and Naruto, I felt sanity creeping back upon me behind the white walls.

Then Gaara showed up. Only a month after his arrival, I confirmed that his presence was purely a perk. He spoke very little and was very patient, but was firm when he wanted something done. Also, more patients means less time to a specific person, and that is an excellent thing. So when Sabaku no Gaara was forced through the automatic glass doors, I can't say I didn't feel happy about it.

But now, oh now, something had gone corrupt. How dare something go corrupt in my utterly flawed yet somehow pleasing existence! I LIKE THE WAY I LIVE! Well, sort of anyways.

It started out as a royally normal Monday morning.

I rubbed the persistent sleep out of my eyes as the loud rhythmic alarm echoed from the speaker in the wall. The luminous alarm clock read seven-thirty in glowing green letters, and I felt utterly blinded to the brightness of the morning. My weekend had come and gone too quickly; much too quickly.

I didn't want to look at my reflection in the mirror as I struggled out of the tangled blankets. I knew I looked horrible. I felt a little nauseous, but if I told anyone they would put me under needles and lights all day. Lights. The thought is making me feel worse.

I accidentally catch my reflection out of the corner of my eye and instantly resistance was futile. I'm sort of like how the girls in my high school used to act. If they passed by a mirror and noticed a fresh pimple anywhere they immediately had to go pop it, even if their arms were full of books, if any white was there it had to go. I was like that too, and I still am, which was why I was so easily seduced by my tangled hair and the dark circles under my eyes. I needed cleaning up.

An hour later my hair was clean and back to its regular silky state and I was dressed in a pink shirt and a pair of jeans. I liked pink. I'm not one of those guys who wears the 'Tough Guys Wear Pink' shirts because, well, I was wearing pink way before that fad came around, and it thoroughly annoyed me when I wasn't the only guy who would dare walking down the street in a pink sweater. I don't know if it was my latent desire to be Indy or perhaps me just defending my fashion, but things like that annoy me.

I ate a little breakfast and Dr. Neji caught me before I dared to finish my coffee. He had to take a monthly blood test. I really like blood tests, although it sounds a bit masochistic, I've always found some sick sort of pleasure to watching my blood be sucked out of my body through a needle, up a tube, and into a beaker. Something about it is strangely, strangely, strangely cute. Wow. That's so sick. I just blatantly realized how fucking disgusting that is.

Anyways, after the blood tests, he made me go to therapy. We all have to go to therapy; sometimes in groups, other times one on one. Today it was just Kakashi, the thirty-four-year-old guy with one glass eye and white hair, and I... I just assume he suffered some sort of trauma at a young age, because people in there thirties do not have gray hair last time I checked.

He asked me the usual questions, played one of those word association games, and tried to get me to my 'breakthrough', which is the therapedic world's version of enlightenment. The breakthrough, he says, is when I will look underneath the underneath. None of us really knows what this means, and Kankuro thinks he should be a philosophy professor. Kakashi merely rolled his visible eye (the glass one is covered by his hair) and said 'Kakashi-sensei' made him sound old.

It was about three-thirty in the day that I went to the cafeteria and shoved some food down my throat. I say it that way because I wasn't really hungry, but my nutrition levels had been low, according to Neji, and I don't want to die just yet. I want to die after I save somebody's life because of the knowledge the doctors are retrieving from my mere existence.

This was a regular Monday. Monday, the sixteenth of February, or so my calendar says. Although, I haven't felt a bitter February wind on my face since two years ago. Two years with no fresh air. Two years in this prison. Two long, boring, painful years as I slowly kill myself, numbing my arms with needles, talking in a monotone until my voice fades, watching the world go by in precocity until I know the routine by heart.

And suddenly everything changed. Today. Something was different today. Out of the ordinary and mundane. And it feels as though the uninteresting fabric of the universe has been ripped from beneath my feet. How dare things change so suddenly.

Itachi's Point of View

"We found them in up in Oto, the feds told us you were to take them when they were found."

The man speaking to me is an aging cop with graying hair and a saddened look about his posture. Behind him are two agents from the bureau, and they are holding firmly our two newest patients. I let Sasuke and Shikamaru finish up the conversation and join Neji in inspecting the pair.

One is tall and skinny with a pair of exhausted and uninterested eyes and a mass of spiky red hair pointing in every direction. His arms are folded over his chest calmly and he is examining every inch of the first floor. This relaxed and tired demeanor contrasted greatly with the other male. His hair was a vivid blond and perched at the top of his head in an impossible ponytail. A lock fell over one eye that looked blind and contrasted with the other, sporting a greenish blue. This one seemed irritated and uncomfortable and was fidgeting a lot, trying to get the agent's hand off his shoulder.

I glanced down at the two IDs I had been presented upon their arrival. Akasuna no Sasori. That was the redhead, apparently from Suna not unlike Gaara and Kankuro, and apparently a telekinetic. I suppose the shape shifter rumor was untrue. Bakuhatsu Deidara. The blond and ex-resident of Iwa, he is a pyrokinetic and a telekinetic. Talented little one this Deidara seems to be. What an appropriate last name. Bakuhatsu, meaning exploding bomb; how interesting.

I hope his power makes up for his impatience and many other flaws I have taken to noticing in these past five minutes. Sasori wasn't demonstrating anything, just shifting his weight every so often and looking bored…if not sick. Dark circles were under his out of focus eyes but he didn't display any other common physical symptoms of insomnia.

"Thank you officers." I hear Sasuke wrap up and the officers took their leave.

From what my little brother had informed me of these two have been running all over the country trying to keep a low profile and raise money until they could escape to the US. They had, apparently, wanted everything but being here, which was too bad for them. Sasori's parents were in a comatose state automatically landing him here under the law that states one can be forced to be put under hospital care if needed. Deidara's parents the doctor's had reached and the older Iwa citizens, at first hysteric, had come to their senses and agreed for the boy to be instituted.

Yes, this was an interesting situation indeed.

I can feel a gaze on my back and I turn for a moment. Naruto is standing there, his gaze flicking between myself and the new arrivals, as though demanding an explanation. I ignore him and return to the matter at hand.

"Itachi, you and Neji take Deidara upstairs and perform the routine tests on new arrivals. Shikamaru and I will take Sasori." Sasuke muttered quietly to me, and I was rather surprised to see him so close, as he had been at a good distance only moments ago.

I nodded passively and motioned for the blonde and Neji to come with me. Deidara doesn't budge and Neji rolls his eyes. I can see Naruto still standing there expectantly out of the corner of my eyes.

"Bakuhatsu." I saw expectantly, "Come with us."

He glanced back at Sasori as though expecting some sort of confirmation and sure enough, the redhead titled his head forward in the tiniest of nods. Deidara nodded back and joined Neji and I, in an almost, enthusiastic way, completely contrasting with how he had acted only moments before.

This day was going to be long.

Haku's Point of View

My gaze shifts to the lobby where a foreign voice can be heard. I lean back in chair in a futile attempt to see just who was speaking…but I already know. I had heard about it from Naruto, who had heard it from Kankuro, who had heard in from Ino, who had heard it from the innings of Neji's mind. A couple of psychics had been sighted and the moment I heard fresh voices and all the doctors crowded in the lobby I knew they had been found.

It's two of them. Two people to confuse the delicate balance of the office. Two people to corrupt what we know here. Part of me wants to ask Naruto to create a few copies of himself and eavesdrop, or ask Ino to sneak into one of their minds, but I won't. We'll probably be meeting them in a matter of minutes.

It was actually hours before any kind of introduction was made. All of us were spread out around the cafeteria munching on dinner and avoiding the subject of new arrivals. It was strangely quiet, and it took me a few minutes to notice Ino was asleep with her head resting between her arms while Naruto was drugged up quite nicely. I didn't bother asking why this was, I already knew; the boy tended to be violent when new arrivals came and went.

When Dr. Neji came in, a look of concern traced his features, followed quickly by Itachi, Shikamaru, and lastly, Sasuke. They talked in undertones for a moment, arousing the interests of everyone, including Ino when Kankuro poked her awake. I stared anxiously, waiting for something to happen, for one to leave, for a signal to be made, for one tense and solid moment.

The double doors flung open, causing us all to start, save for Naruto, as it clashed with the quiet of before quite blatantly. Sakura walked in, first at a quick and angry pace, followed by TenTen who seemed just as frustrated, and Hinata, who seemed nervous, but in a more frightened way.

"Come on!" Sakura shouted angrily, walking back out for a moment and returning, her fingers clutching the fabric of a shirt collar.

I stared for a moment. I just stared. I didn't blink. Or raise an eyebrow. I just stared. Two people. Two males. Standing there with collars clutched by weak hands as though it was force. I surveyed them closely. One looked irritated, with red hair and brown eyes, glaring at the back of Sakura's head. The other looked positively livid, with blonde hair and blue eyes, looking as though he was about to attack the nurse where she stood. Neither looked up for a moment, and when they did, they looked a little surprised.

"This is Akasuna Sasori, everyone, and Bakuhatsu Deidara… They will be joining us for awhile now," Sasuke started, eyeing Sakura with an unreadable look, "Sasori, Deidara… This is everyone."

It's Monday again. To be specific, it is Monday the sixteenth of February. And it looks as though the fabric of our comfortable universe is being torn to shreds. Why, you may be so kind to ask? We got fresh meat. Sasori and Deidara, hideouts from Iwa and Suna and dangerous kinetics. This means we won't be touring for many months because the doctors have to research them furiously so they can proudly show off what new information they have summoned. I bite my lip in tension, and somewhere near me, an ice cube skitters around the floor, controlled by my murderous will.

Just when e v e r y t h i n g seemed like it was starting to get better.

End of Chapter Five