Disclaimer: Naruto does not belong to me no matter how much I beg.

Summary: Welcome to Hokage Mental Institute for the insane, home of Uzumaki Naruto. Enter Uchiha Sasuke, an angry teenager in need of a new therapy class. But what's really wrong with Naruto? And how does Sasuke help? Yaoi, SasuNaru, KakaIru.

Other: "Talking" / 'Thoughts' / Writing / Flashback/dream /Shukaku / Kyuubi

Pairings: SasuNaru, KakaIru

Where is my mind?

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Bite Back

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You couldn't break me in the end, oh no, and such a freedom I enjoy, when you're death to the sounds you trust.

'One…two…three…four…'

'One…two…three…four…'

No matter how many times you count them, there's always the same number.

'One…two…three…four…'

This is pathetic… let's kill someone…

"Shut up."

'One…two…three…four…five?'

Blinking, Naruto shakes his head, confirming what he saw.

"Look! There are five stains!" He cried, pointing up.

You're an idiot.

"Shut up, Kyuubi," Naruto muttered, his good mood ruined. "You don't exist…"

Then who are you talking to?

"No one!" Naruto snapped. "Shut up!"

Sighing, Naruto locked his gaze on the black eye of the security camera.

"I hope you're watching Hag!" He shouted. "As you see, I'm still crazy!"

Turning his gaze back to the room, Naruto sat up from his hard cot. Looking around, his gaze wandered quickly over the plain walls, barred window and empty cot across from him.

Tanuki's not back yet… Where is he?

"Don't call Gaara that," Naruto mumbled. "He's at the doctors… and shut up! You're not real!"

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

"Drugs…" Naruto mumbled. "Go away…"

Naruto glared around the room as if blaming it for his predicament. It wasn't his fault he's crazy, or as Iruka put it 'mentally ill.' He didn't want to be there, he wanted to live a normal life like any other seventeen year old. He didn't want to be locked up in a room with one window, talking to himself.

Therapy soon…the green freak will be here

"Shut up," Naruto muttered. "He's nice."

The door burst open, startling the blonde. Looking up, he smiled at the man there.

"Naruto!" He cried, bouncing into the room. "It is time for therapy!"

Told you so.

"Shut up Kyuubi," Naruto snapped to the smug voice. The man ignored the interaction pointedly.

"Ready, Naruto?" He asked.

"Ok, I'm coming," Naruto said, tossing his legs over the side of the cot. "How are you, Lee?"

"Excellent, my friend!" The black haired man replied. "The sun is shining and the day is bright! An excellent day to flaunt my youth!"

"Good luck with that, Lee," Naruto muttered.

See? Freak.

"Shut up!" Naruto snapped. "Go away!"

Lee led the blonde down the corridor, past all the identical rooms, towards the therapy centre.

"So Naruto, how did you sleep?" He asked politely. The blonde narrowed his eyes.

"Kyuubi wouldn't shut up…" he mumbled. "Why won't you people just drug me?"

"Now, now, Naruto," Lee reprimand him. "You know Doctor Tsunade does not like you to have drugs."

"How cares about the old hag?" Naruto grumbled. "I just wanna sleep… I'm gonna end up like Gaara soon…"

"No one is going to end up like Gaara," Lee chirped, overly cheerful. "Come along now, we can not keep Iruka-san waiting!"

"Whatever," Naruto mumbled. "No one cares…"

0-o-0-o-0

"Fucking therapy," the raven muttered. "I don't need fucking therapy…"

"Now, now, Sasuke," his guardian chimed. "We've been through this; you need to talk to someone!"

"Why?" Sasuke demanded, glaring up the three inches at the taller man, trying to look past the scarf covering his face and the eye patch. "Fuck, Kakashi, why can't I just talk to you?"

"Because I'm not a qualified therapist," Kakashi reminded him. "Look, Sasuke, it's for your own good."

Sasuke growled lightly, looking away. Kakashi looked the boy over, not liking what he saw.

Sasuke was tall, not quite as tall as Kakashi, but tall for an eighteen year old. His black blue hair was in its usual style, flipped up at the back with a few bangs framing his pale face, almost hiding his black eyes. He was lean, but well muscled. He was quite a heart throb for any girl that met him, not that he cared. His main flaw was the lack of emotion in his dark eyes, aside from anger.

"Let's just go," he growled. "The quicker I get this over with, the quicker I can get the fuck out of here."

Stomping into the building, underneath the sign proclaiming Hokage Mental Institute, Kakashi following, Sasuke glared at anyone that dared to meet his eye. He went straight to the front desk, glaring down at the woman cowering behind it.

"Uchiha Sasuke," he growled. "Here for therapy."
"S-Sasuke, yes," the woman stuttered. "Y-You have a n-new therapy class n-now…"

"What?" Sasuke growled, leaning in closer. The woman actually squeaked.

"E-Ebisu-san is o-only doing p-private therapy!" She cried. "Y-You've been p-put in Iruka-san's group!"

"What room?" Sasuke snarled. The woman looked terrified.

"Five!" She gasped out. "Five!"

Sasuke stalked off towards the room, ignoring Kakashi apologizing to the woman behind him.

He passed his old room, not sparing it a glance. It was actually good to be away from it, there were too many stalkers in that class.

Reaching room five, Sasuke didn't even stop, he simply threw the doors open, stalking in, starling the group sitting in a circle. The man who was obviously the therapist smiled kindly at him, the crinkling of his face emphasizing the cut across his nose.

"Hello, you must be Sasuke," he began kindly. "My name is Umino Iruka, but you can just call me Iruka. Welcome to my ther-"

"Iruka-sensei!" Another voice shrieked, cutting him off. "Don't be nice to this teme! He's late!"
Sasuke swung his gaze around to glare at whoever dared call him a bastard. To his shock, he saw a blonde boy, a year or so younger than him, with bright blue eyes, eyes that are currently glaring into his. The boy had three whisker cuts on each cheek, completing his adorable appearance.

"He interrupted the class!" The blond continued. Sasuke noted that he was obviously a regular doing it tough, as his clothes consisted of a threadbare top that hung low on one shoulder, worn pants and no shoes. "When I do that, you yell at me!"

"Naruto!" Iruka snapped, his kind façade replaced with an angry one. "Be nice! Sasuke's new here. You're not! You should be here on time!"

"Yeah, where else do you have to go?" Someone muttered. Naruto glared around the circle.

"Shut up all of you!" He hollered. "I have plenty of pla- Ahh! Shut up, Kyuubi!"

Sasuke stared at the blonde, barely registering that no one else seemed to take much notice of him yelling at no one.

"Naruto," Iruka growled. "Be quiet!"

The brunette turned his smile back on Sasuke.

"Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to a spare seat, ironically next to the blonde. Sasuke dropped into the seat, relaxing in it like it was a lounge. The blonde huffed next to him.

"Shut up, dobe," Sasuke said in a bored voice. The blonde whirled to glare at him.

"What did you call me, teme!?" he shrieked. Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

"I called you a dobe, usuratonkachi," Sasuke drawled. "Are you hard of hearing as well as brains?"

There was a twitter of laughter from the amassed people.

"Shut up!" Naruto snapped. "Don't call me that, teme!"

"Sasuke, Naruto," Iruka growled. "Please be civil."

"But Iruka-sensei!" Naruto protested. At a glare from the brunette, Naruto quieted. Sasuke sneered at him.

"Sasuke," Iruka said with a smile. "Why don't you tell us about yourself?"

Sasuke felt like groaning, but he was an Uchiha. Uchiha's don't show emotions, except anger and possessiveness.

"Whatever," he mumbled. "My name's Uchiha Sasuke, and before any of you girls ask, I'm not interested."

Most of the girls sighed, their shoulders slumping.

"Anyway," he continued. "I'm from the Uchiha family, yes the Uchiha family. Don't give me those looks; I don't need your fucking pity. I was raised from the age of eight by my guardian, and he keeps sending me here because I have issues. Fuck, if anyone has issues it's him. He thought it was funny to leave yaoi hentai all around my room when I was a kid… it's probably his fault I'm gay… fucking Kakashi… I hate heaps of things, including all of you in this room and I don't really like anything in particular, so just stay the fuck away from me and I won't bash your face it, got it?"

Silence met the Uchiha's words as everyone stared at him. Finally, it was broken.

"Teme, you have issues," Naruto said, shaking his head. Sasuke glared at him.

"Shut up, dobe," he growled. "I suppose you're completely normal?"

"More normal than you!" Naruto jeered. "Hell, I think we're all mo- What? Shut up, Kyuubi!"

"Who's got issues now, dobe?" Sasuke sneered. "Talking to yourself isn't healthy."

"Shut up, teme!" Naruto hissed. "I don't need you to tell me I'm crazy! I already knew that!"

"Obviously," Sasuke drawled. "You'd have to be blind not to notice."

"Teme!" Naruto shrieked, leaping for the raven. The startled Uchiha was thrown out of his chair, tackled by an angry blonde. The two begin to lay into each other.

Naruto could hear Iruka's irate shouts for them to stop, but he ignored him. He was only interested in messing up the pretty face of the bastard.

Sasuke was mildly amused by the blonde's efforts, and could help but enjoy having the cute blonde's body squirming under him, his strangely enticing scent filling Sasuke's head. It reminded him that he hadn't gotten laid in a long time…

"Naruto! Sasuke!" Iruka shouted. "Stop that! Break it up! Oh for- Lee!"

In an instant, the two boys were hauled off each other, held easily by the overly joyful Rock Lee.

"Now, now!" He chided them. "There is nothing wrong with a bit of light, playful tussling, but this is unyouthful!"

Naruto scrambled back into his seat, glaring at the raven. Sasuke pulled himself out of Rock Lee's grip, setting his chair back up and sitting back down. Naruto opened his mouth to insult him, but a sharp slap to the back of his head brought his attention back to his irate therapist.

"Naruto!" Iruka snapped. "How many times have I told you not to disrupt my class?"

"But Iruka-sensei!" Naruto moaned. "He started it!"
"Did not," Sasuke muttered, not caring if he sounded petulant. "He did…"

"Did not!"

"Did too…"

"Did not!"

"Did too,"

"Did not!"

"Boys!"

Both heads swiveled to look at the annoyed therapist.

"Please!" The brunette begged. "Be quiet!"

"But Iruka-sensei!" Naruto whined. "It's not fai-"

"Dobe, shut up," Sasuke snapped. "No wonder you were sent here, fuck, I'm surprised your parents haven't tried to kill you yet."

Immediately, the blonde froze up, his tan faced paling slightly. Without another word he rose, crossing to the door and leaving. Sasuke watched him go, bewildered. Iruka sighed heavily.

"Sasuke, Naruto doesn't have parents," he said softly. "He's been here since he was five. He's an inpatient."

Sasuke was quiet, a slight feeling of guilt creeping into him.

"Whatever…" he muttered.

0-o-0-o-0

"Naruto!" Rock Lee cried, bouncing along to catch up with him. "You are not supposed to leave without me!"

"Sorry, Lee," Naruto mumbled. "I-I just had to get away from that teme…"

Naruto had no idea why that bastard affected him so. He guessed it was because he gave off the overall vibe of 'I'm rich and pitiful, worship me.'

"Do not be disheartened, Naruto!" Lee chirped. "Tomorrow your friend comes to visit, right?"

Naruto grinned at him, his sprit's lifting.

"Yeah!" he said happily. "I forgot! You're right! Thanks Lee!"

"Not at all, Naruto!" Lee replied. "Well, here we are!"
Naruto's happiness dropped drastically as noticed they were indeed at his room.

"Right…" he mumbled. "Thanks Lee…"

Lee unlocked the door, holding it open for the blonde. Naruto filed in slowly.

"Bye Lee..." he murmured as the brunette closed the door.

"Goodbye Naruto," came the muffled reply.

Naruto sighed heavily, trudging over to his bed. Sitting down, he looked around the empty room sadly.

"Home sweet home…" he mumbled sadly, verging on tears. "My only home…"

0-o-0-o-0

Sasuke was almost free. There was the door! Almost! Almost! Almo-

"Not so fast!"

A hand gripped his arm, swinging him back around. Sasuke glared up at Kakashi wrenching his arm from the silver-haired man's grip.

"What?" He demanded rudely. Kakashi just smiled at him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked in a sing-song voice. Sasuke glared at him.

"Not that I know of," he hissed. Kakashi simply gripped his shoulder, dragging him towards the visiting section.

"You'll never clear this up if you don't talk!" He chided Sasuke. "Come on, after this, you only have to see him once more this week!"

"Fuck him!" Sasuke snarled, twisting in his guardian's grip.

"Incest is illegal, Sasuke," Kakashi reproached him. Sasuke struggled harder.

"Not like that you fucktard!" He snapped. "Let me go!"

"Nope," Kakashi said happily. "We're all going to have a nice family talk."

"He's not my family!" Sasuke snarled. "Let me go!"

"Oh Sasuke," Kakashi murmured, shaking his head. "You can't change your blood. Maybe if you're good and act civilly we can find that cute little blonde I saw stalking out of your therapy class. I'm sure he'd like a visit. Ah, there we go."

Sasuke didn't realize it, but he had stopped struggling the moment Kakashi said 'cute little blonde.'

'Whatever…' he thought. 'It's not like he can force me to talk…'

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