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Loving The Insanity	By : EntityLvr Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Loving The Insanity
- 2-Grounded
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Note: Hey sweeties. Here's a new one I've been working on for a while. I actually have a lot of the second chapter done in a rough draft. I still have a bit to go but I do know what will be happening next. If you enjoy other Itachi+ pairings I've been working on a few. Including the update to Unique which is ItaDei. This one which is ItaGaa. I have another I'm working on that's ItaNaru and another ItaGaa that is paired with NaruSasu. And finally one is being planned out that is actually NaruIta~. Been loving the Itachi lately.
Loving The Insanity
Naruto scowls as the phone continues to ring. He speeds up, glad there aren't any cops around to pull him over. "Come on Gaara! Answer the damn phone!" He swerves into the next lane and feels the steering grip. When the ringing ends, he curses and throws the phone against the car door. "Come on man. Don't do anything stupid." He immediately knows something is wrong when he pulls up. Only one light is on in the house. It is on the main floor. Naruto gets out and runs up to the house. "Please, please," he opens the door and runs in. He freezes at the sight that greets him in the living room.
Blood. So much blood. All over everything. It paints the walls, the floors, even some on the ceiling. There are also four bodies. Three of them dead and slashed up. The living one is standing in the middle of it all. He has naturally bright red hair that is currently sticky with blood. His eyes are green, ringed with black from years of insomnia, and they shine with insanity.
"Gaara…what…what happened?" Naruto knows he has to be careful. He sees the knife in his best friend's hand.
There is no answer for a few tense minutes. Finally, the rough voice speaks out. "He touched me…they knew…and they did nothing…so now they are all gone."
Naruto looks at the bodies again. 'Kankuro.' Gaara's older brother. 'Temari.' His older sister. And the third is Gaara's father. The man had been sexually abusing the red head for most of his life. He thought his friend was getting better since they became housemates. Naruto had actually encouraged Gaara to tell his siblings what really happened, but he never thought that it would end like this. "…they said they knew?" The need for care is even greater now.
Gaara shakes his head once. "They didn't say it, but they were not surprised. I could tell they knew. They let me suffer." He starts shaking slightly.
Naruto is terrified for his friend. "Gaara…can you maybe put the knife down? It's me. Just me. They're gone now." He takes a slow step into the room, trying to hold down the need to gag.
Gaara watches him move closer. He does one nod and tosses the knife to the side.
Naruto takes another step in. "Will…will you let me get you help? Y-You know you can't…just walk away from this…but I'll testify as will the guys…it might help…" Another step. "They're gone. Forever. Please let me get you help Gaara."
Gaara truly thinks about it. He frowns and looks down at his father's face. "…fine…you may attempt to help me…but you will fail."
"After seeing the details of this case and hearing the testimonies, my decision is clear. Gaara Subaku is found guilty of murder and is sentenced to life in Leaf, Konoha's asylum for the criminally insane." The gavel comes down with the loud smack they all know. Naruto flinches at it and watches his friend be led away.
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"Stay here Sasuke. Big brother will keep you safe." A kiss to a head and a wipe of tears. "Just know, no matter what happens. I love you."
A smile is the response. It looks so sad on that bruised face. "I know 'Tachi. I trust you'll protect me."
A sad frown. "I am sorry that I couldn't stop him. He will never hurt you again." Another kiss to the head then silence.
A flash of red, a scream. Then again, silence.
"Do not fear, Sasuke. I will turn myself in. Uncle is already aware of the situation and on his way. He will take care of you while I'm away." A smile. "Will you visit me?"
A nod. "Of course…thank you…" I won't allow a hug as I do not want blood on my precious baby brother.
Dark eyes open. The same dream as always. He wishes he could dream something else but alas, at least it isn't a bad dream. Just a sad one as it's the day he had to leave his brother.
Itachi Uchiha sits up, his long dark hair loose and messy from sleep. He has a plain white sleep shirt on and grey sleep pants. The raven gets up, glad he has his socks on as the floor can be cold. He walks to the doorway and looks out into the hall when he hears a noise. There is no actual door of course because that would be too dangerous. "Seems someone new is here…" It has been a while since there has been a new patient.
Itachi Uchiha is in Leaf for good reason. He had been pushed to the brink by his father who treated him almost like a trophy. He only got through it all thanks to his precious baby brother Sasuke. One day Fugaku, his father, had slapped Sasuke. Itachi snapped. That night he murdered both his parents to protect the youngest Uchiha. Once their uncle Madara got Sasuke, Itachi turned himself in covered in blood.
Itachi was labeled criminally insane and sentenced to life. But he believes it isn't all bad in Leaf. He has a few friends, the doctor is amusing, the therapist gentle, and the nurses are sweet. The security guards are annoying, but he understands the need for them. And of course, he gets to see Sasuke twice a week and hear his voice everyday through phone calls. At the scheduled times of course and only for about 15 minutes. Though sometimes he manages to stretch it to 20. It depends on whether Kakashi is watching over or not.
He lightly rubs his eyes with a soft yawn. He doesn't really sleep well, and you can tell it has caused stress lines. He watches a nurse walk by. "Who is the new arrival?"
Ino pauses and smiles at the Uchiha. She is used to him being awake at night. He is polite and stays in his room most of the time, so she doesn't mind answering him. "I believe his name is Gaara. You'll meet him at breakfast I'm sure. Unable to sleep? Perhaps we should up your sleeping medicine."
Itachi shakes his head. "No thank you. I don't mind not sleeping so much." The sleeping pills always dull his mind, even more so than the other medicine he is on. Also, he enjoys the fact that they allow him to decide whether he wants to sleep or not. You have to take victories where you can get them.
Ino nods. "Very well. Just stay in your room of course." She then continues on her way down the hall.
Itachi is about to turn and go back in when a flash of brilliant red hair comes into his vision. He freezes and stares at a rather beautiful creature. Damn. And he thought he was an insomniac. This guy looks like he hasn't slept a day in his life. But with such pale gorgeous skin and a kanji on his head. "Love. Beautiful." Itachi is suddenly looking forward to breakfast. When the redhead is led away, he himself goes back to lay in the bed. "I need to see if I can have a new book." Sometimes they give permission for Sasuke to bring him a new book. It is always thoroughly looked through of course as is everything brought in.
People see Leaf as a horrible place of insanity. Well, it is a place of insanity. Dangerous insanity. But almost everyone who works there is rather kind. Perhaps it is that they are trying to placate them all. That's probably it. Keep the crazies calm and there is peace.
The morning comes in the usual manner. Four loud beeps from the alarm system to wake them up. Then the nurses begin making their rounds to make sure everyone is still alive and in one peace. Itachi is already sitting up in bed reading one of his five books that he's already read at least a dozen times when Sakura comes in. "Good morning." He sets his book on the nightstand and stands up.
Sakura gives him her usual smile and walks over. "Good morning Itachi. Were you able to get any sleep last night?"
He shrugs. "A little. The usual dream." He takes the small plastic cup she hands him. Inside it are two blue pills. He'll take his other three medications during breakfast. She gives him a cup of water as well and he takes the pills before handing her the cups back.
"A little is always better than none." She knows which dream he is talking about so is aware it hadn't been a bad one. Though she doesn't understand how a dream about murdering your parents isn't bad. Just another bit of proof that something is terribly wrong in this beautiful man's mind. And damn is he beautiful.
Itachi is a little over 6' and has a fit body. He has an elegant taste to his movements and speech pattern that will actually make it a bit hard to remember why he is there. But Sakura knows what he is and while she can admire the beauty, she does it in a way that resembles admiring a tiger in captivity. A tiger that can turn rabid at any negative mention of his brother. Everyone on staff knows better than to mention Sasuke to the man. And if he brings him up it is always better to just smile and agree with whatever he says.
Itachi nods and looks to the window then back to her. "Is today Wednesday?" He doesn't usually know what day it is until told. Well unless it is Wednesday or Sunday.
Sakura chuckles. "Yes, it is." She knows why he remembers those days. It is because those are the days Sasuke visits.
The Uchiha smiles at that. "Good. Thank you."
After she nods and leaves, he turns and heads to the three-drawer dresser, stripping off his sleep shirt as he does so. Before he came here he had rippling lithe muscles from sports and kendo. Now, while he still looks good, he doesn't have the same muscle tone. Makes sense since he doesn't get much exercise here. He does pushups or sit-ups in his room to pass the time and release energy, and when they go outside for recreation he'll be active. But recreation is only for 30 minutes once a day.
He changes into clean boxers, grey sweatpants, and a soft blue shirt. A flash of red goes through his mind. Right. "Gaara…" That is a rather nice name. He brushes out his long hair and puts it in a low tail. When he arrived four years ago it had been to his shoulder blades. Now it is closer to his lower back. His hair grows slowly now as a side effect of his medication. At least it isn't falling out. He should ask for a trim soon. It will be annoying if he starts sitting on it. They'll have to sedate him no doubt for their own safety, but it won't be the first time that's happened.
His room is simple just like all the other rooms. A bed with a nightstand, a small dresser, a window with some bars on the outside, and another doorway that leads to a bathroom. His nightstand has a picture of him and Sasuke resting on it and his current book, while the dresser has his other four books on top of it and his journal. All patients are encouraged to keep a journal and the doctor looks through it once a week.
Inside the bathroom is a toilet, a sink, and a mirror. The sink has a soap dispenser built into it and the mirror is made out of some kind of material that cannot be broken. The reflection isn't particularly good because of that. But again, Itachi understands why they have it.
He goes to the door after another look to the picture of his precious baby brother. When he gets to the door he pauses. A blonde stands in the doorway across from him.
"Deidara. Pleasant morning?" Itachi's voice is soft and soothing. It's the best tone to use on the male.
Deidara Iwa frowns, "Tch. Mornings suck, yeah?" He usually doesn't hold conversations until he consumes his crappy coffee in the plastic cup he gets with his breakfast order.
Itachi finds Deidara an interesting case. Exactly four months before he came here, Deidara was sentenced to Leaf as a bomber. Itachi heard about him on the news and found it rather inspiring. To be able to show such emotion and expressions of rage. So, he did a bit of research to find out more. Perhaps this was the first sign that something isn't right in his head.
Itachi knows that in the blonde's room is a redheaded doll that's a perfect replica of a past lover. The man that made it is now dead.
Sasori dated Deidara for two years but shortly after they married, Deidara's mental health dropped. No one seems to know why though. He became paranoid that Sasori was cheating and so one night he snapped, killing Sasori in an explosion. But it wasn't enough. So, he became a bomber to attack all the places Sasori used to go to.
When finally caught, he was holding the doll laughing. After sentencing it was agreed that his doll will be kept at Leaf with him as it seems to be the only thing that calms him. It also makes it easier to tell his mental status.
If he has 'Sasori' with him then it means he believes that Sasori is truly still with him and even holds conversations with the doll. During these times he is hard to reason with and can suddenly be violent. If he does not have the doll with him, it means that he is very much in the present and less dangerous.
He is still convinced that Sasori cheated and is not sorry for killing him. He's actually very proud of his work, saying that true art is an explosion.
The blonde is currently alone.
Itachi nods. "Of course. You should still comb your hair at least, dear one." The raven smiles. Ever since getting here, he's had the need to take care of the bomber. He needs someone now that Sasuke isn't here. Though no one can replace his precious baby brother.
Deidara pouts. "But it's so annoying, un."
Uchiha chuckles. "Ah. Well, if you get your brush, I will do it in the Community Room. It is still a while before breakfast."
Dei blinks and smiles. "Well, that sounds good. I'll be right back, yeah?" When Itachi nods he goes into his bathroom and gets the brush before coming out. "Let's go, yeah!"
The two head down the hallway of rooms, going towards the office. They go past the six bedroom doors into what is known as the 'Gathering Area'. This is the area everyone goes to when they need to line up for something. Usually to go outside, or to get ready for group therapy. Beyond that is the 'Community Room' where they spend a good portion of their days. It's a big room with two couches and a few chairs. There are some shelves that hold things to keep them all calm and busy. Like puzzles, paper with markers and crayons, a few random books, a chess board, playdoh, and two decks of cards. So, not much.
Itachi takes the blond over to a couch and sits down. He waits for Deidara to sit next to him and turn his back to him, then he begins to gently untangle his hair. He brushes quietly, a calm silence between them.
As the brush moves through silky blonde strands, the world slowly fades away. Itachi blinks.
"Hmm…" I look at the equation in front of me. It is difficult to decipher, at least for a few seconds. I smile and write down the answer. I lean back in my chair and stretch my arms above my head. A few pops fill the room, a sigh leaving my lips at the relief. Homework seems to be all I do lately. "Perhaps time for a break." I turn on the tv and watch as the news comes on. Seems a new serial killer is caught. Wait, a bomber. My eyes go to the man on trial. He is definitely beautiful, no question there. But when he starts speaking on his own behalf. My eyes widen. The way he describes his bombings and his reasons. "Art…" I need to find out more. I quickly go to the computer and look up everything I can on Deidara Iwa.
I blink and find myself being led further into Leaf. I just went through the check in and am being shown to my room by a blue haired nurse, (I think her name is Konan). When I see Deidara heading into his room, which seems to be directly across from mine, I give a soft smile. "Deidara Iwa." When the blonde looks over I nod to him. "What you did was true art. I saw it on the news and looked up some things about you. Wonderful to meet you."
Deidara blinked but grins. "What's your name, un?"
"Itachi Uchiha."
Deidara nods. "Well Itachi, give me a chat whenever you want, yeah?" To which I give my own nod.
Itachi blinks when someone else walks in. "Yo 'Tachi. Taking care of blondie again?" The speaker is a very large dark-skinned man. This is Kisame Hoshigaki and when he smiles you can see sharp teeth. Whether cosmetic or not, Itachi doesn't know.
The raven chuckles. "He wanted some help, and I was happy to offer." He raises a brow. "Strange to see you awake though."
Kisame is known for staying asleep until forced from bed. "Heard there's fresh meat." He grins wide with an excited look.
Itachi sighs. "Ah yes. Of course."
Kisame is in Leaf for not only killing many people but eating them as well. He's a cannibal and happy about it. Before Itachi was brought in he was extremely difficult to handle. But for some reason he always listens to Itachi. Sometimes the Uchiha is the only way to calm the big man down. It's not something the doctor and nurses are too fond of as it gives Itachi power. Unfortunately, they can't do much about it.
Deidara blinks and joins in the conversation. "Someone new is here?" He glances to Kisame. "You're not gonna try to eat them, yeah?"
Itachi's voice is strangely controlled when he says, "No, he will not."
The big man raises a brow. "Oh? Well that's no fun." When dark eyes are narrowed, he says with a frown, "Fine. Though I don't get why you're already protective of him."
The raven shrugs. "Neither do I, as usual. But I am and that's what matters." He fixes the large man with a stare that causes a shiver down the spine. He then turns back to Deidara and continues brushing.
Kisame frowns but knows better than to argue with the Uchiha.
After a few more minutes another male comes in. He's thin with short black hair and eyes that see a bit too much. Sai has no last name as he was raised to be the perfect killer. Out of the patients on this floor, he's been here the longest. His main offenses are mass murders and assassinations, earning him a triple life sentence with no chance of parole. Itachi thinks that is a bit much but it doesn't really matter.
As a side effect of how he was raised he has no emotions. Over the time he's been here he has learned to fake them and his smile is a bit less creepy. He's usually always drawing with the markers, having earned that privilege back during his therapy sessions. He probably prefers painting but that will never happen. One of his favorite weapons during assassinations was a sharpened paint brush. From what Itachi has noticed he hasn't had to be sedated in three weeks which is a new record for him. And from their conversations he doesn't seem to fully understand what's wrong with what he did. Though most of the patients in this entire building believe that.
The flat voice comes out accompanied by a creepy smile. "Excuse me Kisame."
Kisame moves to the side but raises a brow. "So polite so early."
"I have been informed that manners are important." Sai moves to the paper and markers. He wishes he could use pencils but also understands their reasoning. Though currently he has been wondering if he can ask for charcoal. He is trying to understand emotions, and though he really does suck at it, he has become more polite which is progress.
When Itachi finishes brushing after a few more minutes, he looks over. "Good morning Sai." The two ravens get along because Itachi respects Sai's duality. Passionate art with cold precision murder on the other side.
Deidara, when in the correct mindset, gets along with Sai because of art, both murder and normal. So pretty much for the same reason. In 'Sasori Mindset' though, Deidara can't stand him and has been triggered before. He turns to Sai. "Can you toss me a playdoh?" Might as well sculpt something until breakfast.
Without looking up Sai answers, "Yes." He then just continues drawing.
As the moments pass without anything happening Deidara's happy expression slowly turns to annoyance. "So you gonna do it, yeah?"
Sai looks up and blinks. You can't tell his expression though which makes Deidara feel uncomfortable as well as annoyed. "Oh you meant to do it now." He seems to think about it which causes Deidara's irritation to grow. "Yes." He gets up and gathers a blue playdoh container before tossing it to Deidara. "Enjoy." Yet another creepy smile is given.
Itachi must have dazed off for a bit because soon two beeps are heard. Breakfast time. He's a bit disappointed that this Gaara didn't come in but knows he'll see him in the 'Dining Area'. And with that happy thought he stands and goes with his fellow inmates down the hall and to another doorless area. There aren't many doors in here. This area has a table with six chairs, three on each side. Trays are already in front of five of those chairs. The sixth patient rarely joins as he's usually in the 'Isolation Area' located under the building. Itachi has been down there once but Hidan seems to live down there. Makes sense since the man is the most violent and out of control.
The sight of that fifth tray makes Itachi excited since it's seated across from him. He sits in his assigned chair and when he looks to the door he sees his new interest. "Beautiful." The thought comes immediately as the redhead makes his way in. "This will be fun."
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