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In this chap, we welcome the lovely Othello!

And could you all... stop harrassing Sugarswirls? Her story came out before mine, so don't say it didn't. I know I've been mean and saying things about her... but I'm just a bitch, so ignore whatever I say XD

I think this chap's pure crap, just because I haven't been in the writing mood... :Sigh: but the next'll be better!

Silo sat in the dark room, sunlight shining through the barely open blinds, dust particles floating around. He listened to the sound of the old grandfather clock ticking in the back of the room, accompanied by the quiet hum of the air conditioner and tweeting of birds outside. His therapist and doctor both sat before him, behind a cluttered desk littered with various cups of sake.

"Your brat of a father told me what happened yesterday and I'm rather excited to see how it effects you," his doctor, Tsunade, smiled to the child. Her lips were ruby red and her ample breasts almost spilled out of the unbuttoned white blouse she was wearing. Leaning back in her leather chair, she glanced at the cracked open door of her office.

Shizune, Silo's therapist, also showed her excitement through a cheerful upturn of lips. "Of all the therapies our facility could offer you, none of them guarantees more success than family therapy, Silo-kun. We didn't offer it to you before, mainly because you only trusted Sai-kun and Naruto-kun. But now that your old friends are here, we could set you up a family therapy session every week, if you'd like," she offered, sitting her clipboard down.

The crow glanced back and forth between them, knowing that it was a good idea just by the shine in their eyes. Tsunade and Shizune had been like family to him these past few years,since he'd started therapy and he knew he could trust them when it came to his disorder. He nodded and picked at the patch on his red hoodie, plucking out a loose piece of thread.

Tsunade took a sip from one of her many sake cups and smirked. "Good, then we'll bring everyone in for our first session. Sasuke will remain outside because I want to test a little theory of mine," she tapped her blue pen against the tip of her nose. "Shizune, go get them, please."

"Hai, Tsunade-sama," she got up from her seat and opened the door further, peaking her head out into the second floor waiting room, calling everyone in. She quickly scurried back in and straightened the couches, tossing Silo a smile as she sat down on a wooden stool, crossing her legs.

Naruto, Haruka, Majik, and Sai came in, placing themselves around Silo. The teen's father grinned and reached over to ruffle his hair in affection, showing that he did love his son. He wanted Silo to get better as soon as possible. Glad that there were more people to help the crow out, Naruto felt elated and let out a loud, resounding whoop, startling Haruka.

"We have other therapists next door, Gaki, so don't be so loud," Tsunade smirked and crossed her arms on her desk. She sat her pen down and began speaking about the session after Naruto huffed and slid down in his chair. "Now, since this is the first session, we're going to make is short and simple. Straight to the point, as I'd say," she leaned forward. "Shizune is going to bring out Melee. Once she is out, I don't want any of you to do anything, understand? I'm doing a little experiment, so I want everything to go smoothly."

Sai looked at the woman strangely, but trusted her. She wouldn't do anything to harm Silo, since she loved the boy like a son. Sitting back, he watched as Silo blinked at the doctor, wearing an expression that clearly read "you're going to purposely bring her out"?

"Oh, don't give me that look, boy," she laughed at Silo. "Everything will be fine. If my plan backfires, then I'll just inject you with some strong medication," she waved her hand lazily at Shizune. "Start the session, I'll take notes."

"Hai," Shizune smiled and turned to the small group with a cheery smile, despite what was about to happen. "Haruka and Majik, you two have yet to see Melee, so I'll warn you that she can get extremely violent. That's why Tsunade-sama and I have removed every small item from the room except for the things on her desk," she placed her hands on her lap. "Alright, Silo, know that whatever I say is only meant to draw Melee out, not to hurt you in any way."

Silo nodded. He was fidgeting, wondering why they'd kept Sasuke out in the waiting room.

During the middle of the night, Naruto had taken Sasuke into the boys' room and surprised Silo. The poor child had cried, sobbed, and hugged the raven, telling him how much he'd missed him and then there had been what Naruto had called a "mass slumber party". Because when Itachi and Hidan had arrived back home, they had been dragged into the room.

Like Silo, Itachi had been all over Sasuke, but not crying or blubbering, though. He muttered his thanks to whatever god existed and held his younger brother against him, listening to every annoyed grunt and complaint coming from the other Uchiha, soaking in the fact that after nine long years, Sasuke was back.

Shizune coughed into her hand and tucked a lock of short, black hair behind her round ear.

"Silo, think back on the night that Uchiha Sasuke was shot," was the only thing she said and Silo immediately stiffened, his wide eyes focused on the floor by his feet. He fingers dug into the fabric that made up the pillow that was settled on his lap. Everyone in the circle could see that he was having some sort of flashback because of the look in his dark orbs.

Shizune knew it wouldn't be hard to bring out Melee, since the girl already inhabited half of the teen's mind. She saw that Haruka had on a worried expression, looking in the direction of Silo as the boy's breath became a little more forced and heavy. Next to him, Majik seemed very interested, watching his friend intently.

"That day you lost a father figure," she continued. "Not only that, but you saw straight into his eyes, watched them fade as he stumbled and fell to the ground. And what about Naruto-kun? You also saw him break down, and you had never seen him crumble like that before. He was always the support beam for everyone, but then he just collapsed."

Silo openly cried, hot tears rolling down his flushed cheeks and onto his wrists. His wails caused Haruka to grip the arms of his chair tightly and turn away from him, even though he could only see a blur of his friend.

"Now," Shizune added. "Escape that pain the way you always do," she stated simply. Behind her at the desk, Tsunade watched as Silo's shoulders relaxed and his breathing evened out. There was a snort, then he lifted his head and looked at everyone in the room with a raised brow, crossing his legs in a feminine way.

"How'd I get here?" Silo asked, frowning. "I thought I was at Donatello's havin' some smokes."

Majik was amazed, Naruto and Sai just watched the transformation as if it was an every day occurance, and Haruka looked a bit sad, his brows furrowed, lips slack, but downturned.

Silo heaved a loud sigh and glared at everyone. "Are any of you going to answer me? Fuckin' dumbasses," he grumbled, scratching his knee.

Tsunade snorted, finding the situation amusing. Silo narrowed his eyes and stood up, walking toward the woman. "What's so funny?' he snarled and the blonde chuckled, telling Shizune to bring Sasuke in. The therapist nodded and hurried out to the waiting room.

Sasuke wheeled himself in, still in his wheelchair. His legs were still weak and unable to move properly, so Itachi had forced him to stay in the metal contraption. He watched Silo's eyes move to meet his and just like Tsunade had told him earlier, he said the male's name.

"Silo," he called, beckoning the shy crow to come back.

Silo seemed to stand still, his body unmoving, but his eyelids lowered, then quickly fluttered open, his blue orbs soft and innocent. He glanced between his Otosan and Tsunade, smiling. His fingers twitched at his sides.

"Sh-she just left," he stated, amazed. "How long was she out?" he asked, desperately wanting to know.

Tsunade smirked and scribbled something down. "Hmmm, about a minute or two. It seems like the Uchiha is your anchor, meaning he is the only one who can keep your mind intact and Melee's to the side. Just as I thought. "

Naruto frowned from his seat, a little upset that it was Sasuke who was important in the matter, not himself. But because of the circumstances, he didn't let it bother him too much. Standing up, he walked over to Shizune and smiled brightly, bending down to pull her into a hug.

"Thank you, Shizune-neechan!"

"I-I didn't do anything, thank Sasuke," she laughed and patted the man on the back with her frail hands. "He's the one who'll be able to help Silo now."

Majik pouted and stood (along with Haruka), crossing his arms over his chest. "Hey, I wanna be able to help Little Miss, too! How come it's only Sasuke?" he whined, yanking the hood of his shredded jacket up over his head, his messy white and black bangs covering his violet eyes. "Haru-ru and me were the ones who comforted Little Miss that night!"

"Yes, well," Tsunade began, taking the paper off of her clipboard and folding it up, shoving it in her pocket. "His disorder is tied with the Uchiha's death, so it's only natural he'd be healed by him, too. The only thing the rest of you can do is help him along the way," she stood and patted Silo on the head with a fond smile. "The session's over, so now that you know who can help you, I suggest you spend a lot of time with him."

Silo leaned in and whispered. "Actually, it's best that I don't spend too much time with Otosan."

The blonde woman blinked. "What? Why?"

"Because he needs time to be with Dad. On the drive over, Dad talked to me about how he was thinking about going on a date with Sasuke, so... I think I should wait," The crow grinned, reminding Tsunade so much of Naruto.

Laughing a bit, she smirked. "Of course, the gaki's been single for far too long. And here," she handed him a bottle of medicine. "If you're going to wait, use these to help. They're a lot stronger than the other pills you were taking, so make sure you take them right before bed," she stated.

"Thanks, Auntie," he smiled. He'd called her that since his first time meeting her, since she was Jiraiya's older sister. He pocketed the bottle and hugged the older woman, thanking her for helping him.

"Now that this over, let's go to Roy Rogers! I want a bacon cheeseburger!" Naruto stretched and grinned.

Sasuke let himself be pushed out of the room by Sai, glancing up, wondering if the man still loved Naruto. His look earned him a soft smile and kind chocolate eyes, worn down by age and what could only be loneliness. The pale, raven-haired male chuckled and moved Sasuke out into the hall.

"Don't worry, Uchiha, I don't love him anymore. He's all yours."

Sasuke actually let a small grin appear on his usually cocky face as everyone exited the room.

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Silo wandered down the entrance hallway of his highschool, glancing to his left, through glass windows, the cafeteria. He'd been searching for Othello for a good half an hour, wanting to tell him the good news, but the crossdresser was nowhere to be found. He pouted and unconsciously ran his fingers over the pocket that held his medicine. Because he was a special case, the school allowed him to carry his meds with him.

A few girls passed by him, smiling and throwing him their cheerful morning greetings, like they did every day before class. Silo was very popular among the students, despite his disorder. Even with his girly appearance, many of the males in the school liked him, which didn't make sense because they all picked on every other girly boy. He'd asked them about that once and their answer was that he was different. He acted just like a guy, not a shy freak.(1)

Starting up the steps, he looked up toward the library on the second floor, immediately spotting one of his classmates trying to unlock the metal doors with a frustrated look on her face. She hissed and pulled her leg back, swiftly moving it forward for a hard kick. The glass windows seemed to shake, but nothing happened with the door.

"Having trouble?" Silo asked, grinned. He trotted up to his friend and took the keys from her, pushing them in easily. The door opened and the girl glared at him.

"I really hate you," she snorted and walked past him, causing the crow to laugh. He waved to her, then spun around, only to run into none other than Othello. The pink-haired boy sputtered and stumbled, hitting the rail that was the only thing keeping students from falling to their untimely deaths. His startled, stormy ocean water blue eyes were outlined with faint orange eyeliner which would look horrible on anyone other than him.

"I was looking everywhere for you," Silo crossed his arms.

Othello rubbed his sore back (which had hit the railing) and snickered. "You almost kill me and that's all you have to say? Birdie, I think you should apologize," he tapped his pointer finger on the tip of his friend's nose and smiled prettily, his lip gloss glistening under the light of the sun shining through the glass roof.

Silo slapped the hand away and dragged Othello to their classroom. "I wish everyone would quit giving me stupid nicknames," he grumbled.

"What has your panties in a bunch?" Othello asked, curious. Silo was a very good friend to him and he hardly ever saw the crow act this way unless he was on the verge of turning into Melee. But he highly doubted that it would happen this early in the morning.

Silo yanked him into their first period class and they both sat, just before the bell rang, and listened as the teacher told them their next art assignment. The raven-haired teen tapped his nails against the hardwood tale, wanting to tell Othello the good news, his foot tapping impatiently against the tiled floor. Across from him, said boy rolled his dark eyes and smiled.

Once the teacher finished talking and began handing out papers, Silo spoke.

"My Otosan's alive," was the first thing that slipped between his lips, startling Othello quite a bit because the pink-haired teen coughed and managed to slam his bare knee against the bottom of the desk. Wincing, he let his lips twitch upward.

"Your dad... the one was...?"

Silo nodded.

"How's he alive? I thought you said he... Didn't you see him die with your own eyes?" Othello asked, confused. He didn't want to bring it up, but if the man really was alive, then it shouldn't be a problem. He ignored the stares of fellow classmates as Silo smiled brightly.

"I thought he died, but... he was just in a coma. But he just recently woke up and he's staying with Dad and I, so..." his smile got brighter. "My therapist and doctor said that him being in my life again will help me get rid of Melee," he stared down at the huge white piece of construction paper in front of him. "I can be normal again..."

Othello smiled and reached across the black table, flicking Silo in the forehead with a fond smile.

"Are you saying being a crossdresser isn't normal, Birdie?" he snickered when his friend pouted.

"I never said that, I--"

"I know, I know," Othello laughed and pinched Silo's nose, earning himself a choked whimper and playful slap across the face. He flashed his pearly whites and grabbed a pencil from the pocket on his short skirt, holding it up and glancing down at the construction paper in front of him, wondering what he should draw. He was tempted to draw a beautiful black bird in a golden cage, but decided against it.

As he thought of various ideas, he watched Silo jumble over his own thoughts, biting his bottom lip cutely.

He smiled to himself and began sketching a black crow soaring through the sky.

Soon, Birdie will be free from the confines of his own mind. Free like the beautiful bird he is.

While he sketched, Silo decided to start on his own masterpiece; a picture of the scene he remembered the night Sasuke had come back into his life. Of Naruto sleeping beside the raven, unconsciously holding his hand.

(1)-I used to be a shy freak, so I have the right to say that XD

Yeah, it's short and it sucks. The next chap'll be better. :Sweatdrop: