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Is This What You Wanted?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Is This What You Wanted?
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 6
- 7
- 8
A/N A great big thanks to Ai Chiyo because she basically thought up the entire plot from here-on out as we exchanged ideas! And thanks to everyone else for their suggestions, too – they shall be tied in whenever possible! :D
“I never took you to be a shrink…” Sasuke mumbled as he sat on the floor of his room across from both Kakashi and Iruka. “You don’t even seem like the kind of person to give one shit about others’ problems…”
“Sasuke, he does care.” Iruka smiled. “He just gives people that impression.”
Sasuke glared at the Hatake for a few moments more. He didn’t seem convinced.
“Anyway, Sasuke, we’re here to talk about you.” Kakashi said in the usual lazy tone he used with everyone. “Iruka has already filled me in on what he knows, but we do need to find out everything that we can.”
Sasuke just looked down at the ground. “Why can’t you just leave me alone…? I… I don’t have problems, I… I’m fine… It’s everyone else who thinks that I have problems, but I don't!”
“Sasuke-kun, we just want to ask you a few questions.” Iruka said in a soft tone. He reached out and rested a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder. “I promise. We’ll ask a few questions and let you rest for the day. We’ll talk to you tomorrow seriously, alright?”
Sasuke took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Well, how bad could a few questions be…?
“…Okay…” Sasuke mumbled, looking away.
Kakashi was quick to start his interrogation. “Sasuke, when did you begin hating your brother?”
Sasuke shrugged. “’Bout seven, I guess…”
Iruka looked at Kakashi in curiosity.
“Why start with that question?” Iruka whispered.
“It’s an estimate of how long he’s been a whack-job for.” Kakashi whispered back.
Iruka sighed – Kakashi had never been known for sugar-coating things…
“Sasuke, on a scale of one to ten, how happy are you?”
Sasuke shrugged. “You’ve seen my arms… Does that look like the work of a happy person?”
Iruka frowned. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and help that troubled boy. “What about right now, Sasuke-kun? What would you rate your mood as?”
“Shit.” Sasuke mumbled. “A zero.”
“Are most days a zero?” Kakashi asked, writing something on his clipboard.
Sasuke shrugged again. “I guess so…”
“Do you cry often, Sasuke-kun?” Iruka’s voice was so gentle. It made Sasuke want to open up to him.
Sasuke was silent for a few moments as he thought. “…I hadn’t cried for years… until Mother told me… she was bringing me here… And now, I… can’t… stop crying…”
“What do you think about when you cry, Sasuke?” Kakashi asked.
“…Everything…” Sasuke whispered, tearing up. “…But most of all… about how I just want to die…”
-XX-
“Itachi, baby, what are you doing?”
Itachi turned weakly to face his mother. He observed with a blank gaze, letting go of the bandage on his stomach that he was pulling at.
“You shouldn’t be playing with those, Itachi.” Mikoto whispered, reaching out and grabbing her son’s hand. “You might hurt yourself.”
Itachi blinked before releasing the bandage and turning to stare out of the window across from his hospital bed. Tears ran down his cheeks as he remembered the last night he had spent with his brother.
“Itachi, honey…” Mikoto sat down on the bed beside Itachi, stroking at the male’s hair. “Baby, are you okay?”
Itachi nodded weakly, pushing into the hand that was caressing his head. He didn’t like looking at his mother; she was covered in bruises because Fugaku had been taking it all out on her.
“Don’t cry, Itachi.” Mikoto whispered, wiping at the tears that trailed down the young man’s cheeks. “What’s upsetting you?”
Itachi was silent. He didn’t even bother gracing his mother with a glance. He just continued to stare out of the window, unable to stop thinking about how badly Sasuke had hurt him. He knew that no matter what his brother had done to him that night, the emotional pain hurt far more than any other physical pain he had been through.
Itachi didn’t understand why Sasuke hated him, but he could see now that if his brother hated him enough to try and kill him, then the younger didn't deserve all of the love and concern that he had lavished upon the younger.
Things were silent between his mother and him for a few minutes more until Mikoto’s phone rang. He heard her telling him that she was going outside to take the call privately. He just nodded absentmindedly.
Minutes had passed. Mikoto still hadn’t returned. Those minutes turned into an hour and she still wasn’t back. Hell, Itachi was sure that she had returned just as he had finally gotten to sleep.
“Itachi-kun…”
Itachi groaned inwardly and opened his eyes. He looked up to see who had addressed him, coming face-to-face with a man with ginger hair and enough facial piercings to set off a metal detector from a mile away.
“Itachi-kun, my name is Pein,” the man continued on. “Your mother has organised with us for you to be a part of the therapy group that I run down at Konoha Mental Institution.”
Itachi closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. “…Why…?”
“Because Mikoto-san has been concerned that you’ve suffered severe trauma.” Pein turned his head to face Mikoto at this statement. Mikoto nodded. “It is completely up to you whether or not you would like to join us, but I strongly recommend it – even if you feel normal.”
“…” Memories flashed before Itachi’s eyes, making the man quiver. He opened his eyes, staring at Pein just below the other’s eyes. “…This therapy… Will it be just for… that night…?”
Pein shook his head. “No. If there are other things that you feel have played a negative roll in your life, feel free to seek help from us with those as well. Our group is called the Akatsuki, where every dawn brings a new beginning.”
“…” Itachi felt tears drip down his cheeks. He turned to look at his mother. “…Mother…? I don’t… Father…”
Mikoto stepped forward and reached out, grabbing Itachi’s cold hand. “Itachi, baby, I have been a terrible mother… The least I can do is allow you to talk about your Father and try and get help for yourself… I will keep it a secret – I promise.”
Itachi wiped at the tears that only seemed to run faster. “…Mother… I love you…”
“I love you, too, dear…”
Itachi turned to the ginger with a small, lopsided smile. “…I will do it for my mother…”
Pein returned the smile. “Okay, Itachi-kun. I expect to see you as soon as you’re available. We run sessions every day in the late afternoon. Your mother knows all of this.”
Itachi nodded and pulled his mother into a hug. He cried into her shoulder, gripping the woman’s blue shirt like a lifeline. Mikoto hugged back, rubbing the man’s head.
“There, there, Itachi…” Mikoto whispered, kissing her son’s temple. “I have you, Itachi… Shh…”
Itachi wasn’t sure of how long it had taken, but he had eventually cried himself to sleep in his mother’s arms.
-XX-
One day had passed for Sasuke. He had finally been removed from what had been his prison and placed into a room with another patient – but he had quickly found out that this hospital was not a good one. Most of the staff were cruel and insensitive to their patients – especially to Sasuke. He had heard them whispering about him and shooting him nasty glances every time they crossed paths. It seemed that they loved talking about the scars that marred his once-perfect skin and the angry disposition that was known as Sasuke.
At least Sasuke had been freed of that horrible strait-jacket, thanks to Kakashi and Iruka.
Sasuke walked quickly, trying to keep up with one of the nicer orderlies as she led him to the room that he was supposed to be sharing with someone else.
“This is a person known as Sasori,” the orderly explained as they stopped outside of a room. “He’s a bit of a head case – he thinks that he is a puppet. But I’m sure that with your quiet nature, you and he should get along fine. Just don’t disagree with his view of art and he should leave you be.”
Sasuke nodded. He stepped through the door once it had been opened. He looked around the room. There were two beds on either side of the room with a window in between them. Puppets were the only thing to decorate the room – they hung from the roof on strings or sat on the small benches that had been wheeled in. A few were even on both beds.
“Who is this?” A gruff voice asked.
Sasuke jumped in surprise and looked quickly towards the bed on the left of the room. A tiny person who greatly resembled a child with red hair sat on the bed, a half-created wooden puppet in his hands. Sasuke had not even seen him there when he looked around the room.
“This is Sasuke.” The orderly said. “He’s your new roommate. He’s quiet, unlike the last one. I’m sure that you’ll get along fine.”
Sasori shrugged and Sasuke remained quiet. The Uchiha stepped further into the room. He felt so out-of-place right now.
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