Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, there would be ItaSasu in the anime, Naruto.
Warnings: yaoi, incest
Pairings: Uchihacest
Title: Asylum
Summary: After the two-month rule, Sasuke is finally allowed to visit Itachi at the institution. Some things turn pretty, others turn ugly, and a guy's hitting on Itachi's little bro. Sequel to PatP:Molestation
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Chapter One: Crazy For You
10.01.05
"Itachi-san, may I have your attention, please?"
Itachi glanced up at the doctor from his motionless hands in his lap, empty stare meeting confident, determined ones. He watched as the 'psychiatrist' smiled approvingly, like one would perform to their child in a moment of praise, and cleared his throat.
"Now, we'll complete this hour with an activity. I'm going to display each placard here in my hands," a gentle shuffle, "to you. Tell me what you see, Itachi-san. You may take as long as you like."
A single card was revealed- a picture of a bell.
"Bell," the patient murmured, folding his arms across his chest, unwilling to speak more than necessary. Itachi had not been fogged up in stupidity; he knew- knew that he was perfectly sane- physically, as well as emotionally.
"Butterfly."
"Apple."
"Vase."
They were all significantly correct, one after another in blatant vision; however, when the patient settled his obsidian orbs on the upcoming image, the psychiatrist noticed a change in reaction. He watched as Itachi's pupils expanded twice its size, glazed in a watery expression of utter adoration, love, and devotion. Dr. Clement observed his patient's twitching fingers and at the mysterious smile forming that he had seen for the first time in eight weeks of his patient's stay. Idly, Dr. Clement glanced at the picture, searching for possible relations that withdrew such a sensitive reaction from the usual unresponsive teen.
"Is there something you would like to share with me about this picture, Itachi-san? What do you see?" the psychiatrist inquired patiently, as he scribbled something rather vital onto his notepad.
"It's Otouto's favorite fruit." He strained to subjectively adhere to the inaudible tone of Itachi's mumbling, however unsuccessful, the physician read the familiar word of 'O-tou-to' right off his patient's lips, and made a mental note to watch for diverse reactions.
- Otouto: Japanese term for younger brother, current strong bond pertaining to his younger brother.
The psychiatrist glanced forward when the baritone of his patient's chuckle reached his ears; it was followed by more jumbling words from the young ravenette.
"Otouto always thought it was a vegetable; it was so adorable. His face would scrunch up in indignant fever and he'd scowl that cute little frown when I'd correct him. So cute... so cute."
- Displays a seemingly well relationship with younger brother, appears to withhold a strong connection, recalls past experiences significantly clear. -
"Oh? You've never told me you had a younger brother, Itachi-san. May I inquire his personality?" Dr. Clement questioned gently. "It may be possible for me to contact him and briefly inform him of your current status; I could also arrange a possible hour for him to visit, after all, you've been exceptionally well-behaved since your stay here, and now that the two month mark is here, you are open to visitors," he coaxed when he measured an amount of suspicion within his patient's eyes after his question.
- Sensitive- reacts emotionally to an inquiry related to his brother; insecure of potential motives when inquired upon. -
Itachi's eyes lit in extreme ecstasy, close to beaming at the suggestion. His Otouto would keep his promise anyway. He'd come in a minute's notice and Sasuke will be so glad that the two-month rule was now over. An anonymous smile, the psychiatrist observed, cracked upon Itachi's lips before his orbs turned into a dreary pitch black and the teen became, once again, isolated from the entire world.
- Mental illness hypothesized by the symptom structure that might be substantially influenced by paranoia, pertaining to a paranoiac; thinking patterns have tendencies to alter. -
Itachi knew he was lying. These doctors always lied in order to coax out all the information a patient had. That made him furious; the mere thought of someone involving his Otouto's name, then, lying to him that they'd never said such thing. They were so unreliable.
But... but... the thought of his Otouto made Itachi happy. His sweet, loving Otouto- always so sensitive and in need for his love, always giving him little 'morning' and 'goodbye' kisses, always wanting his hugs... yes... always wanting Itachi's hugs and no one else's. How he missed his Otouto.
Dr. Clement decided to allow his patient back into his room. He needed time; the information collected within the hour was more than what his patient's profile stated amongst the months Itachi had been here. He needed to analyze.
HeLlJaShIn
'There is little to do in this room' was Itachi's only recurring thought as he diligently sat on the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping to accommodate his weight. He raised a hand to sweep gently at his fallen locks. Recently, Itachi had allowed his long hair to flow free from its tie because he remembered once when his Otouto had declared that his long hair looked pretty when it was down.
Itachi reached for the comb laying flat on the night stand and swung his hair over his right shoulder. Slowly, he stroked it with the comb, making sure to entangle any entwined strands. He had to keep his hair pretty for his Otouto or his Otouto might get mad and never come visit him.
He sighed when the task was done and gently set the comb back on the nightstand. Itachi laid on his side and quietly pulled out a photo that he had kept hidden underneath the mattress. When he finally rolled onto his back, Itachi traced out the figure of his Otouto in the picture.
"Hi, Otouto," Itachi whispered and cooed gently. "Did you miss Aniki when he was gone?"
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Sasuke laid in bed on the sixth of June without much to do. Today had been the graduation ceremony for all young juniors, but he didn't want to go and Sasori didn't force him to. Sasuke had already received his certification of culmination of the eighth grade yesterday, and there was no need to go if his Aniki wasn't going to be there.
The ringing of his cellphone in the pocket of his shorts snapped him out of his daze and Sasuke pulled it out, casting a glance at the caller id.
His eyebrows furrowed cutely when the an anonymous number appeared.
"Hello?" He questioned uncertainly.
"Is this Uchiha Sasuke I'm speaking to?" The voice of a middle-aged man hit Sasuke's eardrums.
"Yes."
"Ah... Well, forgive me for my rudeness, Sasuke-san. My name is Mark J. Clement and I'm currently assisting your brother in his well-fare at the Konoha Medical Institution."
Sasuke's breath hitched in his throat as he heard 'brother' come out of the man's vocals. He heard a knock on the other line, and listened as the man excused himself briefly and allowed the other party to enter. There was movement of furniture and Sasuke recognized that a therapy was in session.
"What I was about to inform you was that my patient has currently been settled down, and since the rule, I assume you know of, is over, you are free to visit anywhere from nine a.m. to eight p.m."
Sasuke's eyes lit up. He'd been waiting for this phone call for forever. "Thank you, doctor." His voice was slightly hoarse. "Thank you so much."
"That is my job. As a matter of fact, Itachi-san's with me right now. Would you like to speak in private with him?"
Sasuke's voice practically exploded in ecstasy. "Yes."
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Itachi slowly strolled down the corridor, dullness clouding his mind. A nurse had offered to escort him to the office, but he declined. He stopped his steps when he reached the last door at the end of the hallway, and knocked gently.
He heard the words of 'come in' from inside the office and twisted the knob, successfully opening the door. When he looked up he noticed that the man was in a private conversation with someone, so he invited himself to pull out the chair opposite of the desk and sat down.
It wasn't much of private conversation if he allowed Itachi to listen in, so he mildly stared at the phone and wondered why he was doing so in the first place.
"What I was about to inform you was that my patient has currently been settled down, and since the rule, I assume you know of, is over, you are free to visit anywhere from nine a.m. to eight p.m."
Distinctly, he could hear the small voice on the other line grow slightly louder, and Itachi noticed that he, himself, was drawing closer to the phone. That voice sounds like...
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"That is my job. As a matter of fact, Itachi-san's with me right now. Would you like to speak in private with him?"
Momentarily, the man lowered the phone and placed it on the desk. "Itachi-san, would you like to speak to your little brother in private?"
Itachi's eyes widened as he automatically snatched the phone off from the desk. Dr. Clement smiled secretively and reminded Itachi about the five-minute rule, before he closed the door quietly behind him.
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Shakily, Itachi lifted the phone up and pressed it against his ear. He held it there for a minute, listening to the small breaths coming from the other line. When he deemed himself ready, Itachi spoke.
"O-Otouto?" he questioned hesitantly.
Sasuke's voice hitched in the back of his throat and he subconsciously blurted out, "Aniki!"
Itachi smiled.
"I miss you, Aniki! I really really miss you!" Sasuke sobbed, rubbing furiously at the tears streaming down his face.
"Otouto... I miss you, too. I want you right here by my side so that I can love you," Itachi murmured softly. His voice then lowered an octave and Itachi smiled to himself. "I'm going to escape from this place, Otouto," Itachi whispered into the phone. "Don't cry, my precious little angel." He heard his Otouto hiccup on the other line. "I'm going to find out where Sasori moved his house to, and I'm going to take you with me some place far far away so that no one can interfere with my love for you. And then, I'm going to kill Kidomaru and Naruto and anyone else who has ever thought about touching you, Otouto. I'll find a way; don't worry for your Aniki, Otouto."
Sasuke's eyes widened as he took in everything his Nii-san had said. His Itachi-nii would never do something like that, he thought. He wouldn't kill anyone, would he?
"A-Aniki, b-but you can't-"
"Shh... Otouto, no telling Aniki's plan to anyone, okay."
"Okay," Sasuke said in a tiny voice.
Itachi suddenly struck Sasuke with another subject. "Otouto, you're keeping your promise, right? A-Are you... coming to visit me tomorrow?"
A sniffle. "I will, Aniki."
He suddenly heard the door snapping open and Sasuke nearly panicked.
"I have to go, Otouto," he heard his Nii-san say.
"Aniki... I..."
"Otouto?" Itachi spoke hesitantly once again, and when he noticed his Otouto was listening attentively, he whispered, "I... I love you, Otouto. I love you very much."
"I love you too, Itachi-nii," Sasuke whispered.
A/N: Okay, so this is the opening of the sequel to Perverse and the Perverted: Molestation. Please review and check out the prequel to PatP:M, Perverse and the Perverted: Baby Brother.