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Crazy is Relative	By : Shaylilin Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N:� I hate naming
chapters, if you couldn�t tell.� So here�s
chapter three.� I think I warned you all
before hand, but if not, it may be a while before you get any smutty
stuff.� This is a very plot oriented
story.� It will be a while before our two
boys even get close to each other.
Review Responses:
Nejislady: I hope this fic doesn�t disappoint.� It�s really close to home though, so�yeah,
hopefully it feels a lot more authentic than some of the things I write.� It makes me so happy that you continue to
review.� I love hearing that people are
enjoying what I�m writing.
Dragon: Thank you for the review.� It makes my day! (or as my fingers first
decided to type �dady�)� I hope you enjoy
this chapter.

Chapter 3

Two days later Sasuke sat outside again glaring at the man
sitting across from him with a visitor�s badge.�
He crossed his arms and waited for his father to say something.� He refused to acknowledge the man unless he
said something about locking Sasuke in this place.� So far, Sasuke hadn�t done anything but wake
up at the set time, eat, read, eat, talk to Shikamaru, eat, and sleep.� He hadn�t even bothered going for his cell
phone because there was no one he cared to call.

He could have called some of his �friends�, but they�d been
so superficial.� He never really had
anyone that he�d invested more than a day in other than his cousin.� What was the point?� If people were interested in him it was only
for his name or his money.� He looked up
at the man in front of him.� His father
sighed and looked at the ground.� �Your
mother wanted to come but she was detained at the last minute with a meeting at
work.�

Sasuke snorted and leaned back against the tree.� �Whatever.��
His mother was often detained.� He
knew what it meant.� She spent too much
time with her bottle of wine and wasn�t in any shape to bring in public.� She wasn�t drunk often, but when things got
stressful at home, which it must have been for her with him gone, she would
nurse the bottle like it was her only way to survive life.� His father would make excuses for her, but he
still wouldn�t try to make things better.

Fugaku sighed.�
�Sasuke, are we really so bad that you can�t find it in you to listen to
us?�� He ran a hand through his
hair.� He was certain his son didn�t
realize how bad things could be.� After all,
all they had asked was that he came home at a reasonable hour and that they let
someone chaperone him.� They didn�t want
anything like what happened with Itachi to happen with Sasuke.� And then Sasuke suddenly started
rebelling.� Fugaku couldn�t respect a
person who resisted and rebelled against his authority.� �All we asked of you was cooperation.�

Sasuke clenched his jaw.�
Cooperation and total submission to the mind control techniques they
wanted to implement.� They wanted Sasuke
to act all entitled because he was an Uchiha so he did.� Then it blew up in his face.� He did what he wanted to and answered to no
one and ended up in a fucking mental institution.� The fucking system was rigged.� It had to be.�
Why else would your parents expect you to act like a spoiled fucking
rich ass punk and then punish you for doing what they asked of you?� He managed to keep his voice calm and cold as
he said, �All I asked of you was to let me go.��
He turned on his heel and headed back toward the door that would allow
him into the dorm.

Kakashi sighed as he watched the interaction between father
and son.� He knew that the Uchihas were
kind of a unique case with the older one, Itachi, killing off a cousin and
getting away with it.� He could see how
being cast in that shadow could screw a kid up, but as far as he could tell the
kid wasn�t crazy, just angry.� The same
could be said for most of the kids on this level.� Most of them had either mild illnesses, like
bi-polar disorder, ADD, or something else that was easy to treat with either
medicines or strict planning of a day.�
Sasuke didn�t seem to have any disease other than anger. �Kakashi opened the door for Sasuke and
whispered in the ear of his fellow doctor that he�d be gone for a few minutes.

Kakashi knocked on Sasuke�s door as more of a courtesy than
anything else.� When he heard the muffled
�whatever� he opened the door.� Sasuke
was just pulling his iPod out of his desk.�
Kakashi frowned.� �What just
happened back there with your father?�

Sasuke huffed.� �Shouldn�t I save that
for group therapy or some other shit?�

Kakashi had to force back the inappropriate laughter that wanted to bubble
out.� �We don�t do group therapy for
people that it won�t work for.� Right
now, group therapy wouldn�t do anything for you.� You don�t see the problem and won�t
acknowledge being bothered by anything.�
You�ll just stay here, talk with me once a week, and keep having all
your issues and emotions bottled up inside.�
If you feel like talking about it, when it isn�t time for our sessions,
you can feel free to attend one of the daily group sessions.�

Sasuke snorted and put his headphones on.� He didn�t wear those goddamn ear bud things
that had become popular in the last few years.�
No, he loved his Aiwa headphones with the mute button that completely
covered of his ears.� He liked being able
to block out everything but his music, and no matter what anyone said to him
those fucking ear bud things did not block out everything but the music.� He closed his eyes and lost himself in the sounds
of The Sex Pistols.� He snorted.� Why did everyone think he had issues?� He didn�t have issues.� Itachi had issues and, despite everyone�s
best attempts to tell him otherwise, he was not Itachi.

Sometime during his quiet contemplation of the lyrics of
Johnny Rotten, he had fallen asleep.� He
shot straight up as he felt hands on his shoulders shaking him.� He glared at his �doctor� before pulling the
headphones off.� Kakashi smirked at
him.� �What were you listening to that
warrants sleeping through the dinner buzzer?�

Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes.� He pulled his headphones off his ears and
Kakashi chuckled.� He could hear the
unmistakable strains of �Pretty Vacant� flowing out of them.� He nodded to Sasuke.� �You wouldn�t know it from looking at me now,
but I�m an old school punk rocker.� Never Mind the Bullocks was one of the
first albums I bought, and The Sex Pistols was one of my first concerts.�

Sasuke smirked and snorted.�
He raised a brow at the grey haired man before slumping his shoulders
and shoving his hands in his pocket.�
�Sorry for sleeping through the bell.��
He nodded at the man as he walked from the room.� Somehow Kakashi had managed to get Sasuke�s
trust to the point he would, at the very least, not completely ignore the
man.� He had to admit he was surprised to
hear that Kakashi was a punk rocker and recognized The Sex Pistols.� Somehow that knowledge brought with it a
whole new appreciation of Kakashi.

Sasuke sighed as he got into line near Shikamaru.� He had quickly formed a bond of friendship
with the lazy genius.� They hadn�t really
spoken about what, exactly, had landed them in the institution, since Pein had
pointed out the main reason the people on their floor were inside.� Sasuke nodded to Shikamaru before grabbing
his lunch.� Today�s consisted of a
hamburger, hot dog, chicken, or a salad.�
There were always salads for anyone who happened to be a
vegetarian.� Shikamaru grabbed a
hamburger and so did Sasuke.� They found
their usual seats and began eating.�
After they finished eating Sasuke glanced up at Shikamaru and asked
nonchalantly, �What kind of music do you listen to?�

Shikamaru shrugged.�
�Whatever is on.� It�s too much of
a bother to want to change the station.�

Sasuke smiled.� �Did
you know that Hatake listens to punk?�

Shikamaru laughed.� �I
didn�t, but it would make sense wouldn�t it?�

Sasuke turned to Shikamaru.�
�What do you mean?�

Shikamaru smirked.�
�He�s got that eye patch.� He
always wears long sleeves, which I now assume cover tattoos.� He�s also got a bunch of scars.� I haven�t seen them often, but I have seen them.�

Sasuke smiled.� �You
want to play a game of chess?�

Shikamaru shrugged, but stood up and grabbed the board from
across the room.� The rest of the floor
tended to stay away from the two while they were playing.� Sasuke would always be in a bad mood if
someone interrupted their game.� It took
the pink-haired chick, someone said her name was Sakura, more than once to
learn her lesson, but even she left them alone while they played.

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Temari sighed as she sat in the visitation room with
Kankuro, Gaara, and his nurse.� �I really
don�t think he�d do any damage to us, and we�ve been protecting him from
himself for a really long time now.� I
wish we could have some privacy.�

Shizune smiled.� �I know.� I wish I could give that to you, also.� But his body hasn�t totally detoxed from his
previous medicine.� We can�t start him on
another medication until after the detox is complete.� In addition, Jiraiya likes to work on the
underlying problems at the same time, keeping the medication dose as low as
possible.� Until Gaara is stable, we are
not allowed to let him be alone for visitation.�

Gaara sighed.�
�Temari, please don�t worry.�
Shizune is a very nice woman.� She
won�t say anything or think badly about you for anything you want to say.�

Temari smiled sadly.�
�I�m sorry it came to this, Gaara.�
I feel awful for putting you in here.�

Kankuro sighed and took Temari�s hand.�
�He knows you didn�t do it to be mean, sis.�

Gaara nodded.� They don�t want to be here.� They think you�re a waste of space.� Why else would they send you away?� It�s your brother.� He�s the one making Temari do these
things.� You should kill him.� Gaara closed his eyes against the voice and
grabbed at his head, but he didn�t try to bash it against anything or in any
way communicate with the voice.� Kankuro
frowned.� �Gaara, come on, buddy.� Don�t listen to whatever is going on in your
head.� We can only stay for 20 more
minutes.� We want to talk to you.�

Gaara grit his teeth but forced his head back up.� �I know, Kankuro.� I wish I could make the voice go away, but I
just can�t make him do anything.�� Gaara
dropped his head to the table.� These
last two days had been miserable.� After
his outburst he hadn�t been allowed outside with the rest of the patients.� He and Shizune had stayed inside while he was
babysat by another one of the doctors to make sure he wouldn�t do anything to
harm himself.

Temari put her hand on Gaara�s shoulder, trying to hold back
her tears as he flinched away.� �I�m
sorry, Temari,� he sighed, pulling his head up to look at his sister.� �You�ve done so much for me.� I just � I need to be here so I can get
fixed.�

Gaara had realized a few weeks ago that he really needed
some kind of help, but he didn�t want to put the strain on Temari.� He figured if he just increased his dosage of
his medication a little bit he�d be able to stop the voice.� When that hadn�t worked, he�d felt compelled
to bleed the voice from his body.� His
doctor told him after their first intensive session that he had made the voice
worse by increasing his dose on his own.�
Apparently the medication he was on had a side effect of increasing
paranoia and hallucinations when taken in excess.

Gaara smiled at his sister.�
They had a small conversation mostly consisting of how things were going
at home.� Gaara was given his homework
for the few days he had missed so far.�
He knew he needed to finished school if he wanted to get into
college.� While Temari had insisted he
should concentrate on getting better and just use the tutor service the
institution offered, Gaara had insisted on completing his high school diploma
with his class.� He wanted to be able to
walk the stage with his class.� He had
been working hard at classes and so far he was carrying a 4.0 cumulative GPA
despite his illness.

When Temari and Kankuro left Gaara smiled sadly.� He hugged his sister and kissed her
cheek.� �I�ll be fine, Temari.� This place will be good for me.�

Temari smiled, but there were still tears in her eyes.� �I know, Gaara.� I just hate that I couldn�t take care of you
at home.�

Gaara shook his head.�
�It�s not your fault.� I�m
sick.� I kept trying to kill myself,
though I found out some of that was from the overdosing I did on my
medication.� In your shoes I would have
done the same thing.�� No, in her shoes you would have just killed
us.� You would have ended this worthless existence.

Kankuro sighed and waited near the door.� He wasn�t the mushy, sentimental type.� He knew his brother knew that.� Whether or not he understood was another
story all together.� He held his hand up
in a goodbye before leaving as Shizune opened the door.� Gaara sighed as he stood in the hall and
watched his family walk away.� Naruto
would be there soon.� He wouldn�t treat
Gaara any differently than he had before.�
Temari and Kankuro tried to be the same, but there were emotions
underlying their time together that made things feel strained and awkward.

Shizune sighed.� �You
know, Gaara, you don�t have to see them every time they come.�

Gaara nodded.� See she doesn�t want you to have contact with your family.� They�re all sadistic bastards here sent to
make you miserable.� No one loves
you.� You are unlovable.� He couldn�t help it this time.� He cried out and dropped to the floor with
hands over his head.� �Get out.� Get out.�
I don�t want you in there!�

Shizune called out for someone to help her.� A doctor that Gaara hadn�t seen before came
over and helped her tug Gaara to his feet.�
Gaara looked at the guy while clenching his head, trying to squeeze the
pain and the voice away.� The guy was
young.� He must have just graduated
before getting this job.� His hair was
long, black, and shaggy.� He had a band
of cloth wrapped around his nose, though why Gaara had no way of knowing.� His eyes were soft, though, as he helped
Shizune get Gaara through the halls.

Shizune and this doctor got Gaara into his room, and Gaara
calmed down.� He looked at the floor.� �I�m so sorry, Shizune.� It gets worse when I�m around other people.�

The doctor glanced between nurse and patient and
smiled.� It seemed at least one person on
this floor truly wanted to do something to better their condition.� Shizune shook her head and handed Gaara a cup
of water.� �It�s fine, Gaara.� I know you feel bad when you have an episode,
but remember we are conditioned to deal with it, and it�s not like you choose
to have a voice causing you emotional pain.�

Gaara looked at the doctor again.� �What�s your name?�

The doctor smiled.�
Gaara could feel warmth from the smile.�
�Kotetsu.�� He put his hand on
Gaara�s shoulder.� �I�m only here when
Jiraiya is out gathering information for the books he writes.�

Gaara must have obviously looked confused because both
Shizune and Kotetsu laughed.� �He writes
two kinds of books, though his pornos definitely draw in more money than his
psychological behavior books.�

Gaara�s jaw dropped open.� �My �doctor�
writes porno?�� At the nods he received
he sighed and shook his head.� �What a
freak.� The voice has been right at least
once then.� Jiraiya is a total head case.�

Kotetsu laughed softly.�
�He might be a bit of nut case, but he�s the best there is in behavioral
psychology in four states.�� He smiled
and handed Gaara a rubber ball.� �If you
feel the need to drown out the voice, may I suggest tossing this against the
wall instead of trying to rip your head apart?�
Shizune and I kind of like you and want you to walk out of here in one
piece, not two.�

Gaara smirked.� �You
must know Naruto talking like that.�

Kotetsu blushed.�
Naruto was his secret crush�s adopted son.� He couldn�t say anything though.� No one needed to know how Kotetsu felt
towards Naruto�s father, especially since that father was happily married and
painfully straight.� Kotetsu nodded.� �If Naruto�s your friend, I have the highest
hopes for your recovery.� He seems to be
able to make everything better.�

Gaara smiled a real smile for the first time since he�d
arrived.� It was true that Naruto just
had a way of making everything better.� �I�d
like to sleep now.�

Kotetsu and Shizune nodded.�
�No problem.� We�ll get you up
when it�s time to eat,� Shizune said softly.�
She smiled at Gaara one last time before guiding Kotetsu out of the
room.� Gaara closed his eyes and saw blue
eyes with reassurance drifting behind his lids until sleep and darkness took
him.
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