YO, HEY everyone! I'm back at cha with another chapter, sorry for the wait, but life, ya know, happened. I did try, and, succeeded. Oh about the fourth chap, yeah, it kind of got replaced on accident, so I changed it, and, I well, posted it up. Just telling everyone, that you may want to skim it over, it's pretty much the same as before... So until next time!
Messed Up: Chap. 6
Rated: T
The building shook above him. He froze for a moment, and he paused in his movements. Smoke clogged his face, as he blinked the burning feeling from his eyes. "Okay, building, give me an opening," he grumbled, to himself. A pained groan at his side made his brain react quickly, and the building shook even more.
His blue orbs searched for any light. "There you are!" He yelled and ran forward, hobbled more like it, with Tsunade's arm around his shoulders. The building fell down, and Naruto leaped at the hole.
Hands clung to him, hauled him to his cell. He knew he had to fake that the sedatives worked, or he wouldn't know what else they'd do. He was thrown into his cell. Usually the patients had good beds and not a cell-like area, but he was different. No matter what, they hated him, were scared of him.
No one cared, and when they left, he sat up. His pale eyes looked outside the window on the wall. It has definitely been awhile. He thought slowly. He understood that he'd die in this place or another place behind bars. It was only a matter of time.
His eyes took in the blue parts of the sky with a blank stare. The only one that ever paid attention to him was that ignorant blond, the infuriating idiot. Maybe jail would be better than this place. There, perhaps, may be better, no needles to "sedate" him anymore.
He glanced to his hands, clenching them closed. The day had been entertaining for a bit. His gaze went, immediately, to the window again, and he stood up for a better look.
A day or so passed, since that last visit, and he couldn't help feel annoyed. What was keeping him? He already knew that the other day was because of his friend's suicide, and he could have guessed what was keeping him away again, but not fully.
A loud noise came from his door, and it opened.
"Lunch." A voice stated, a object hitting his side.
He didn't retaliate. There was no need, and he ignored the insults that always followed.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." An apple struck his head this time, and his eye twitched a bit.
He exhaled softly. No one wanted to feel the full force of his anger, and the ones that did were never able to speak about it, for obvious reasons. Only one could anger him so much and still live. There were so many times that he could have, should have, eliminate that one. He couldn't, however, he was his ticket out of here.
Naruto stayed away from Shukaku for a bit, at least after Tsunade's near death. Who ever was sending those gifts had a knowledge of events before they'd occur. Naruto's head was all tangled around it, especially when he went for a drink, and another present was there.
It seemed the presents were arriving quicker than usual, which could not be good. Naruto opened the box, searching the orange wrapping inside. He pulled out a piece of paper and read aloud for his best friend, who wasn't being a bastard today, yet. "Beware the wine, or you'll never be fine."
Both Naruto and Sasuke raised their brows at the words. A small pout rose to the blond's face.
"Great, just great, how am I supposed to save this person." He laid his head down on the counter, as his friend shrugged.
"Sucks to be you." Naruto blinked.
"HEY, aren't you gonna-"
"No," was his sharp response, as he retreated out the door. Naruto glared.
"Fine, run away, you bastard!"
"Call you tomorrow." Naruto, automatically, responded.
"Yeah, see ya."
"If you live to see tomorrow." The door shut behind Sasuke, leaving Naruto gaping like a fish without a reply to that.
Naruto just scowled. He had enough on his plate, so he focused his attention on the paper. He had just saved Tsunade yesterday, and now, he was forced onto another puzzle?! Why did this person pick me, he thought, in a groan.
He banged his head against the table, just as his phone buzzed. He answered it.
"Uzumaki Naruto here."
"Are you going to just laze around all day, or are you actually going to do some work?" A drawl reached the blond's ears. Naruto glared at the wall across from him.
"You're the lazy one, you're always late!" A soft laugh came from the other side.
"I suppose you're right-"
"Damn straight."
"For once."
"HEY! Kakashi!"
The voice sighed. "That's my name, yes, just answer the question."
"What quest- wait, never mind. I'm there."
"Good, you have an appointment at noon."
"Wait, you already arranged it! How did-" Click. The call ended. Naruto debated on throwing his phone, but thought against it. He only paid ten bucks, but that was ten bucks that he didn't need to waste.
He put a hand through his hair, steeling himself for a long night of torture, and even more from the redhead one the next day.
Morning arrived, and Naruto walked to the asylum, in a slight daze. He was beyond tired. He didn't get anywhere close to finding out what it meant, or who it was for. He just dumped his night down the drain.
He rubbed his eyes and walked into the room, where Shukaku was already. Naruto stumbled over to his chair and sat down, head resting against the back of it. Yes, he was slouching, but he was, basically, dead on his feet.
He looked to the redhead, expecting to find the blank stare on him. The stare was on the wall, high up, like where a window would be. Naruto studied Shukaku, and his eyes narrowed at the black and blue marks. He knew for certain that he didn't dish out those.
Naruto went to his feet, almost stomping over to the redhead. The pale eyes, finally, slid to him after he cleared his throat twice. He asked.
"What happened to you?"
