To VeiledLantern: You have NO ABSOLUTE FUCKING IDEA how HAPPY you made me. Thank you so much for your gorgeous fanart! I especially loved the first picture with Sasuke so insane. Love it. 3 I hope you don't mind if I put that link to those pictures for the next chappie or something?

Thank you for your reviews, I adore each and every one of them!

Yeah, and don't worry, I'm in a better mood than I was when I wrote the fifth chapter. A lot better, so you don't have to worry about me being too depressed or something like that. Expect for the fact that I was sick almost all the time in the last week of school. But yeah, it ended now. Never ever have to endure comprehensive school. Never. I'm so glad.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Naruto and I still don't own the song Room of Angel. Sadly.

And in the beginning, is a little bit of humour for you. God knows this story is far from comical.

And by the way, I am really really really sorry I haven't updated for a long time. Everytime I sat down and said to myself: 'Now girl, now you're going to write that damn 6th chapter!' and BANG. Nothing. I can't make the text come, it comes only naturally. So this is what you would call a writer's block.

Loud snoring echoed in the small room, which contained only a spacious living room – if you could call it that – with a large couch, covered by a giant American flag, opposite to it was a television on a small table, under it was a DVD-player and few movies and games. Other than that, the living room was actually quite empty. There was a door leading to bedroom, other door – this time hanging open – leading to bathroom and one doorframe leading to a closet…err, kitchen. It wasn't a big place, no, and one of the few rooms that actually contained only one inhabitant. And that said inhabitant was now lying on the couch. Snoring very, very loudly. This young man's other long leg was hanging over the edge of the couch, his other hand was on his bare chest – on his stomach was a strange black spiral tattoo - and the other behind his neck. His long blonde hair was tangled and hid half of his quite handsome features. If some outsider had come in right at that moment – and if that outsider had been a girl – she would have surely been as red as tomato when the sight of how the boy was dressed would have reached her poor eyes. Naruto wore only his old jeans with worn-out knees, the other pant leg almost ripped out. But that wasn't the only thing, It seemed our dear young mister Uzumaki hadn't even tried to close his zipper, which was only half-closed. Revealing actually quite nothing, but just a bit enough for the poor outsider girl to blush madly.

Gladly there weren't any girls around that day.

Naruto raised his other hand and accidentally let it slide to the floor from behind his neck in one swift movement. Silly smile was playing on the boy's lips and he muttered something weird in his sleep, turned around so his back was turned to the poor television. But not long did the blonde boy snore, when there was knock on the door. Naruto flinched, but didn't wake up. That someone on the door knocked again. And after a short moment, that certain someone started pounding on the door. And this time there was a yell too:

"Naruto! Dude, you're awake, you idiot!" Deep-sleeper Naruto took his moment, before he started to rise from the couch – only to fall to the floor with a huge thump.

"Dammit, Kiba! Can't a boy get his beauty sleep these days anymore!" The blonde yelled angrily and held back a yawn. Kiba stopped his pounding and Naruto could almost hear the dog-lover holding back his laughter.

"Just open the door, man." Naruto sighed and got up and went to the door, dragging his feet.

"Whazzit, Doggie boy?" He yawned again and rubbed his tired eyes. Kiba looked at his taller friend and grinned, revealing his slightly pointy teeth. The two red, fang-like marks on his both cheeks made him look quite like his dog, Akamaru – a really big, white dog – which was kind of an funny thing. What was even funnier was the fact that most of the girls seemed to adore Kiba. Well, Naruto thought it was funny. He blinked and leaned to the doorframe.

"Put some clothes on, you fox lover." Kiba said and poked Naruto's bare chest.

"You know how some of those…girls can get." The blonde sighed.

"Hai hai…mother." He said mockingly and earned a slight punch to his chest from Kiba. Naruto grinned, turned around and started to look for his shirt and pulling up his trousers properly. He found a shirt and pulled it on. And it just happened to be long-sleeved shirt with the words "Come To Daddy" on the front. Kiba rolled his eyes.

"Just come, now! Hyuuga's in trouble without us there! That project was supposed to be given to Yuuhi-sensei today!" Naruto shrugged and followed Kiba to the corridor, not bothering to lock the door after him. Well, he didn't actually have anything to steal, so what's the point.

Kiba rolled his eyes at this friend again, but then he laughed and led the taller boy to the other almost equally tall boy. In a little hurry, of course. The genius student Neji Hyuuga could be scary when he was angry. And he always was very angry when someone was late.

It was a miracle when nobody didn't wake up, when the giggling Kimimaro started to sing again. He'd been doing that every night. That same, creepy song about memories and murder and death.

"You lie…there, silent before me…"

The white haired man walked around his room – did he ever actually even sleep, nobody knew – and giggled from time to time like an overjoyed little boy, that he indeed was. Green eyes were half-closed as they gazed around the little room, and finally Kimimaro stopped in front of his door. He stared right to the opposite, rusty door with bars on its little window.

"Sassssukeee…was it fun? Did that boy really really, reaaaally touch you?" He hissed in a low voice, like calling for the other young man to come, mocking him. And when he heard a soft sob, he started to laugh, before starting to sing again.

"Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye… It was always you that I despised…"

Kimimaro laughed. Such fun! And he dreamed that his Master was there again and for a while Kimimaro didn't remember where he was, who he was and what was he doing here. That he had been the one to…never mind.

"Perhaps you're happy without me…"

There was someone else who didn't sleep that night, either. Yes, even the shark-like Kisame was snoring lightly in his room, blue skin glowing. Zabuza was having a dream about killing, he grinned devilishly in his sleep. Until his dreams were invaded by one certain boy with long, long black hair…yes, they were indeed in a deep sleep, they couldn't hear that terrible song, those terrible words. The other one who wasn't sleeping was Sasuke, in his cold room, alone. Clock ticked somewhere near two at the morning, but no, the black haired poor boy didn't sleep, he couldn't. He sat on the edge of his bed, handcuffed hands around his skinny form, blind gaze towards the floor. 'Stop it…please, stop it…I don't want to hear it anymore…Mother…where are you?'

"So sleep in your memory of me… my dearest Mother…"

Kimimaro sighed softly and smiled, like he knew what those words meant to the raven-haired boy opposite to him. Really, nothing.

"Goodbye…" Sasuke whimpered and tried to cover his ears from the sound. Tears were again on his cheeks, falling down from those dark eyes hidden behind the dusty blindfold. Although they were as soft like the wind that perhaps blew even now on the outside, but still, those horrifying words wormed their way into Sasuke's heart, like big, nasty slugs, wrapping around his insides and staying there, reminding him of everything he wanted to forget. His heart ached (did he even have a heart?), his head was burning (was it the strange fire in him?) and he didn't know what to do. He stumbled away from the bed and to the floor in all-fours. His whole body shook. He stood up – his knees felt wobbly – and thin fingers grabbed the soft wall, reminding him so clearly where he was, or who he was. No, he didn't remember clearly anymore what this room looked like, when he had first been brought here. With it's white, old walls, rusty metal bed with its soft insides, like a big beetle. A big bug which swallowed the poor boy every night…or day, Sasuke sometimes didn't know when it was night and when it was day.

This room had that door. That cursed piece of metal that separated him from the outside world, a little rusty on the sides, the grey color worn-off on some places. That disgustingly small hole which they called a window. And those bars. Thick enough for him to just touch them and be tired. And he felt tiny glimpses of light….but that was all.

All that was left. And Sasuke cried when he heard Kimimaro singing again, sometimes reminding him of that lost freedom. A freedom he knew he maybe couldn't even remember. What did it feel like?

So...so sleep...

And then those words started to float again. From two mouths, this time. Sasuke started, quietly, hesitating, his voice only a whisper. He curled into a ball on the floor, holding his knees to his jaws, handcuffed hands again around his legs. He rocked back and forth, blind eyes staring at something only he could see.

"…In your memory…of me…"

'Brother…what did I do?'

It took only a moment and then there was another voice that joined Kimimaro's creepy serenade. This voice was cold, but it shivered, was uncertain and much more quiet than Kimimaro's, like the poor boy wasn't sure what he was doing, or who he really was, did anyone know what he was really feeling? Or was he feeling anything at all?

"Your tears…maybe nothing to me…"

"Orochimaru-sama, come, come! Look at him, look! Isn't he just pathetic! Isn't he just a sad, poor thing!"

Kimimaro yelled and laughed, laughed, until he sang again. Sang that song with Sasuke, who cried silently but couldn't stop.

I-I… I know this song!

Sasuke's sobbing stopped suddenly, when his mouth still created those words, different from the ones in his mind.

Yes…Aniki…you…you played this…you always played this…for me…

Sasuke rocked back and forth again and a tired smile appeared on the nearly blind boy's face.

With your piano…

'Sasuke. Listen…this reminds me so much of you, dear little brother. You have to listen…clearly. Do you understand? Well…of course you do.

A giggle burst out from him and the song stopped for a moment, until it continued.

You are my little brother and I do love you. Don't believe Mother and Father, they are lying.

"Mommy and daddy don't want their little boy get hurt?" And Sasuke started to laugh.

- -

"Ah…is that so?" Iruka smiled kindly at Deidara, who had just said something that had somehow sounded like 'I like bombs.' The pony tailed man never seemed to get angry at the blonde, even when he could nap a little at the others. Izumo and Kotetsu rolled their eyes but grinned at the mother hen, when he started fussing at the other patients again. Deidara stared after Iruka without blinking his eyes – or, the eye that was visible under all that messy blonde hair – and grinned like a excited little kid. Kurenai giggled a little. The atmosphere at here was so much different, compared to the criminal ward. When Naruto that day – yes, the day after that certain tomorrow next to the night when Sasuke remembered his brother playing the creepy song – stepped inside, he felt strangely light. Dressed in black and white, he felt a sudden urge to see that blackhaired boy, but when he peeked his head through the doorframe at the lunchroom, Iruka stopped him by suddenly shouting his name. The ponytail-man's warm brown eyes were filled with worry.

"You know…Naruto…" The said boy blinked at him. What, now? Iruka had never before stopped him.

"I think you should know something. Sasuke…well…he…is acting weird."

"For being a mad person already?" Naruto asked, cocking his head a little, blue eyes wide with innocence that didn't really exist. Iruka looked nervous.

"Y-yeah…but he…well… he just sits there. Lately, he hasn't even had a fit of rage, not at all…he just sits there and talks sometimes to himself and laughs." Iruka bit his lip. His mother hen-instinct was full and running. Naruto raised his eyebrows.

"But…isn't it a good thing that he's finally – "

"It's not! Something is even more seriously wrong with him, I just know it!" Iruka suddenly shouted and other's heads turned to him. Iruka blushed faintly, but his brown eyes were locked quite firmly on Naruto's.

"Well, if you're gonna go then I'm going to go with you." And his voice left no room for any protestation, so Naruto just smiled a little and shrugged. They turned and walked to the criminal ward, Naruto feeling a little uneasy because of the way their steps seemed to be so loud.

When they walked nearer to Sasuke's room, they heard singing. Quiet singing. Iruka looked at his left, at Kimimaro's door and saw that the man was standing in the middle of it. And he sang. Naruto didn't seem to even notice, as he walked right to Sasuke's door.

"Sasuke." He said and didn't even blink, as he felt that blind gaze settle on him. But what puzzled him the most, was when a hint of smile appeared on that pale face. Sasuke had certainly never, ever smiled before. But what wasn't surprising was the fact that this smile was cold. Naruto shifted slightly.

"Good day to you." The raven-haired suddenly spoke and Naruto's blue eyes widened. He pointed a finger at Sasuke and Iruka shrugged, looking worried.

"Uchiha-san? Are you going to behave? You have a visitor here." He said with his best mother-hen-voice and tapped his key to the bars on the window on the door. Sasuke tilted his head a little, like he was thinking.

"Certainly." He answered quietly and rose. His handcuffs clanked against each other, but Sasuke didn't seem to even notice. Iruka bit his lip again, and Naruto squeezed his shoulder, trying to calm to poor man down.

"It's okay. I wanted to see him more closely, so…please, Iruka-sensei?" Naruto looked at Iruka, blue eyes wide and innocent. Iruka smiled a little and couldn't help but smile, when he pushed the key to the lock.

Neither of them saw that the smile on Sasuke's face seemed to be so much more…insane than a moment ago.

"Uchiha-san? I'm going to be right outside this door, so don't go on a rampage, okay?" Iruka said, his voice just a little bit. Sasuke only nodded. Naruto scratched his head. He felt the hardness of the door digging into his back, but he didn't move from his position beside the door. Neither did Sasuke. Both boys just stood there, the other, near the twilight of the little window, the other in the grey darkness of the room.

"So…Sasuke." Naruto started. Sasuke turned his head towards him, and even took a step before stopping. Naruto raised his eyebrows. This was kind of…like…his dream. Sasuke was indeed really skinny – what he could see under that thin hospital gown -, and a head shorter than Naruto, who had only recently hit his growth spurt. Even though Sasuke's bluish-black hair seemed to be all tangled and without shine, Naruto's fingers still itched to touch it. Why? He wasn't that sure, so you shouldn't even ask. When Sasuke shifted his hands, you could see how thin the layers of his skin were, how white, like porcelain.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke whispered. The smile didn't disappear, but Naruto could almost swear that his eyes were closed behind that white blindfold.

"I said the last time that I wanted to help you. That is what I am trying to do."¨

"Are you really?" Sasuke's voice sounded so weak. Naruto sighed.

"Sasuke…" Finally, when the other boy seemed to behave a little more better, it's like Murphy's law that something is bound to happen. This time, Sasuke started to giggle. Not just any teehee-how-funny-giggle, but a sound that said quite clearly that this person was not only mentally unstable, but very clearly insane. Naruto sighed again.

"Naruto, is everything - ?"

"Everything is just fine, Iruka-sensei. Let me handle this."

"…Okay." Iruka didn't open the door, when Naruto stepped closer to the other boy.

"Sasuke?"

"That is so sickly funny that it's almost…Oh God…" Sasuke seemed like he had heard the best joke ever in the world. He stepped a little further away from the bed.

"No one's ever said that." Sasuke stopped giggling suddenly and raised his long, white fingers to his lips, like he was hesitating about something.

"Ever." His voice was suddenly fragile, so weak that Naruto couldn't help but feel so much sympathy, that he almost stopped walking when he reached the other side of the bed. Sasuke shifted from other foot to another and Naruto heard a sickening crack-sound, when the shorter boy stretched his thin wrists – even under those handcuffs, Naruto saw traces of old scars and felt sick. So…Sasuke had been cutting himself when he had got the chance…Naruto shivered a little and didn't even notice when he had almost walked at Sasuke. The shorter boy didn't even flinch.

"I don't know the truth behind that thing, though…whoever you are. I don't know and I'm not interested…not at all…not at all, no." He only said and Naruto took a step back and noticed that the small iron bed was right behind him.

"They never…nobody ever said…that they needed me…" Sasuke's voice had lowered down into a whimper. Naruto blinked again and fingered his blonde, messy hair nervously.

"Sasuke…I'm speaking the truth."

"Truth? What is the truth…?" Sasuke's slender figure shivered. Naruto felt suddenly like he shouldn't be here, at all, that he should leave the other boy in peace before something dreadful happened, but no, Naruto hadn't actually ever been one to listen to his instincts. Those certain instincts, that were trying to tell him that one right next to him was very capable of killing a person and he just stood there, like it was nothing! Before Naruto could spoke, Sasuke suddenly turned around, his hands on his blindfold, trying very much to tear it off.

"Go away!" The boy suddenly screamed and the next thing Naruto knew, was that the shorter boy had actually pushed him down the bed and sneaked his fragile-looking, pale fingers around Naruto's throat.

"W-wait a…second…" Naruto managed to say, before Sasuke's other foot hit him straight into his stomach.

"Shut up, now! Why do you torment me!" The raven-haired screamed right into his face and Naruto just stared, his strong hands trying to find the suddenly disappearing strength to get Sasuke's thin fingers away from his throat. And where in the world had Iruka disappeared? The man should have been barging into the room by now…Naruto blinked twice, when his vision was going hazy. He felt tears on his cheeks and knew, that they didn't belong to him.

"L-l-leave me…alone…" Sasuke cried silently, as his fingers clutched even more at Naruto's throat. The blonde didn't fight back. Where had his strength gone? He noticed, feeling a little sad, that he couldn't raise his hand against the other boy. Even if it meant several head injuries and hospitals and all that stuff. Because Naruto noticed that he only wanted the other boy to have an actual life, to be a normal, happy boy, not this…being who lived in this darkness. And he had also noticed…that…his own life didn't matter that much.

Who would miss him if he were gone?

"Why?" Sasuke whimpered and his hold on the blonde's throat loosened a little.

"Why don't you fight back? Hit me!" The mental patient cried again, when he felt the taller boy go limp under him. Sasuke was so confused, so lost in his own dark dreams that he suddenly backed away from the bed and started to scream. This time, it wasn't an animalistic yell like the ones he had when going on one of those his rampages, no, this crying was the sound of a person, so lost, that he didn't even know the limits of his own strength. What strength? He asks. And he had never known any kind of love, nor passion, nor lust. Nothing. Because this boy feels that he doesn't even have a heart, he feels like if you open him, there would be nothing inside.

Just an empty shell.