Plot: Naruto is roomed with Sasuke Uchiha at Konoha Behavioural Health Hospital. Sasuke's brother is a serial killer in doctor disguise, just waiting to kill off the last Uchiha. What will happen when Itachi's gang, Akatsuki, find out about Naruto? SasuNaru.

Warning: None yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or anything associated. Only the idea for this story is mine.

Inspiration: The piano version of Imaginary, by Evanescence, along with the lyrics that accompany the original.

Music Link: http : / / www. youtube. com / watch?v=cWrSjlqZ3y0&feature=related

A/N: I've been searching for a storyline for a long time now, and I finally came up with one. I think it'll go really well as long as I keep up with it. Please review and let me know what you think!

Imaginary ~ Prologue

PART ONE

I linger in the doorway,

Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name.

Let me stay,

Where the wind will whisper to me.

Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story.

In my field of paper flowers,

And candy clouds of lullaby...

I lay inside myself for hours,

And watch my purple sky fly over me.

The sound of an ambulance screeching filled the night air. Inside was another patient being committed to Konoha Behavioural Health Hospital. Just another one of the countless teenagers that were sent there every time there was an open bed. Konoha Behavioural Health Hospital had three units—the adult unit, the acute unit (for the more serious adult patients), and the children unit. The children unit consisted of both children and adolescents, though it was mostly populated by kids in their teens. And the problems were almost always the same—suicidal tendencies, cutting, burning, poisoning, drugs . . . . Rarely were there ever serious patients, with real issues. Most of them either attempted suicide and regretted it, or were addicted to some type of drug.

Naruto Uzumaki—the one currently strapped to the ambulance bed—was a rarer case. He was none of those things; he never self-harmed in any way (unless you count getting bad grades). No, his problem was hurting others. Not intentionally (he claims), but it could not be ignored that he had put three students in the hospital in as many days. All of them on the brink of death. Yet, he ended up without a scratch.

"So why do I have to be strapped down to this thing?"

Clear, blue eyes looked impatiently at the nurse sitting beside him. She didn't glance up from her work, just muttered, "Because it's procedure."

"But I'm not dangerous," Naruto pressed.

The nurse looked up at him, an annoyed expression crossing her face. "You sent three people to the emergency room," she pointed out. "You are dangerous." As Naruto opened his mouth to protest, she continued, "And even if you weren't, everyone is transported here in this way. It's procedure." Looking down at her work again, the nurse made it clear she wouldn't answer any more questions.

The rest of the ride was quiet. Naruto took the time to think back on things, since the nurse wasn't fun to talk to. Honestly, he didn't think he deserved to go to a mental hospital. He was a perfectly happy kid. Ask anyone who knew him, he was cheerful and optimistic all the time. Mental hospitals were for emo people—not kids like Naruto. Sure, he had beat some kids up, but they were asking for it! It wasn't like it was his fault anyway; something just took over him.

That was probably the only thing about almost killing those boys that troubled him.

When he'd voiced this to the counselors that had assigned him to the hospital, they told him he was possibly bipolar. Bipolar, or he just had insane anger issues. Regardless, he was sent to the mental hospital, no matter what he said. His guardian, Tsunade, had also fought for him, but even she couldn't persuade them otherwise.

Soon, they arrived at the mental hospital, and Naruto was rolled out of the ambulance. As soon as he was released, Naruto jumped off the bed, and ran over to the counter. "Hey, hey!" he said, wrapping on the receptionist's window. She opened the window and gave him a questioning look. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki and I'm supposed to be staying here."

"Ah, yes, Naruto," she said with a smile. The receptionist rifled through some papers, and pulled one out with Naruto's name at the top of it. "They did all the paperwork at the other hospital, right?" Naruto nodded. "Good, then all you need to do is show the people at the Children Unit this paper, and they'll show you your room." She handed him the paper through the thin slot in the window.

Naruto took it and scanned over it. It was a small piece of paper, with all the basic information in it. It read:

Name: Naruto Uzumaki

Age: 16

Birthday: 10/10

Height: 5'9

Admitted For: Getting into fights at school. Possible bipolar. Currently under investigation.

Making a face, Naruto scrunched up the paper and muttered a quick thanks to the receptionist. Without bothering to say goodbye to the ambulance people, he made his way across the room to the door that would lead him to the Children Unit. He wasn't too sure how he felt about the "under investigation" part. Did that mean they would be researching his past? Would they interrogate him? Were the police involved? Naruto didn't know much about how these things worked, but he knew sure as hell he didn't want the police involved. Police only spelled trouble, if he took his friends' words for it.

Taking a deep breath, Naruto opened the door, and walked through it. He was met with blank, white walls—everywhere. The space was very open. All along the left wall were doors that he assumed led to rooms. On the right side, closest to where he was, were tables and chairs, several doors that had names on them. Further down, there was a large, circular area that resembled a stretched out version of the receptionist's desk. The top part was made of glass, and behind the counter (or whatever it was), there were people working. Before Naruto got a chance to look at the rest of the room, a man with silver, spiky hair came up to greet him.

"May I help you?" he asked, giving Naruto a look-over.

"Oh! Um, hi, I'm Naruto Uzumaki!" Naruto said brightly, giving the man a grin. He held out the paper the receptionist gave him and waited for the man to read over it.

"Right," the man said slowly. "I'm Dr. Kakashi Hatake, and I'll be your psychiatrist. I'll only see you once a day, but since the techs are busy, I'll go ahead and lead you to your room." Dr. Hatake started walking away briskly, toward the far end of the room. Naruto followed, trying not to feel nervous. What would his roommate be like? Why was no one outside? All he saw was doctors and nurses and . . . techs? Was that the word the doctor used? Yeah. Where was everyone?

They stopped in front of the last door on the left, with the room number 21 on it. The doctor turned once more to face Naruto. "I'm sure you have many questions, but I'm afraid I am unable to answer them. You'll have to ask your roommate them."

Unthinkingly, Naruto blurted, "What's my roommate's name?" Okay, so it wasn't originally one of his questions, but it seemed pretty good now.

Dr. Hatake stared at Naruto, then said in a bored voice. "Sasuke Uchiha." Having said that, he turned on his heel and walked away. Naruto stared after him for a moment, then sighed and shifted his attention to the door.

Gulping, Naruto tentatively touched the doorknob, his heart pounding. It wasn't often that he was nervous, but this setting was foreign to him. For all he knew, this Sasuke Uchiha was a psychopathic homicidal person who would kill him in his sleep! Or maybe he was an emo, prissy, crybaby who couldn't stop hating his life. Or what if! What if this person was just a complete lunatic, and hallucinated and thought Naruto was his grandmother? Naruto was certain he didn't look old or like a female, but he couldn't take his chances.

Maybe he'll be completely normal! Like me! He thought anxiously, still trying to make up his mind to open the door. Naruto bit his lip, and started to twist the doorknob. Yeah, I bet he was put in here for some lame reason too. Taking a deep breath, Naruto pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Scanning the room, he knew immediately that there wasn't going to be much variety in this place. The walls were white—of course. The shelves embedded in one side of the room (the side closest to the door and Naruto) were also white, with a desk in between the two sets. Thankfully, the desk was brown—a normal colour for once. And the beds . . . white.

On the bed farthest from the door lay a pale boy with unruly black hair. He was laying on his back, his arms behind his head, and his eyes closed. Naruto could easily say that this boy was goodlooking without fearing being called gay. Just everything about this boy was perfect—his face held the flawless beauty that all girls talked about, and his body was just the same. Naruto's eyes trailed down the boy's figure, noticing how the pale skin contrasted with the dark clothing. And immediately, Naruto's hopes sunk. This guy was a human Adonis . . . and he wore all black. He wasn't normal at all.

Tearing his eyes away, Naruto shut the door quietly behind him. He walked over to Sasuke's bed and stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Should he wake his new roommate up? He didn't want to, but he needed to know what was going on, and what was going to happen. Naruto frowned a little, then poked Sasuke lightly on the shoulder.

Dark eyes snapped open, instantly stormy. Naruto felt a little guilty, knowing it was his fault Sasuke was now in a bad mood, but he had questions!

"Hey, uh, Sasuke, right?" he said nervously, staring down at the steadily darkening features. He started biting his lip again, a worried habit he'd developed since this whole mess started. Naruto was almost afraid Sasuke wouldn't answer him, when the raven-haired boy spoke.

"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.

Naruto grinned. "I'm your new roommate! I'm Naruto Uzumaki, and you better believe it!"

Sasuke arched an elegant eyebrow. ". . . . Hn."

"So how long have you been in this place?" Naruto asked, grinning and sitting down on the bed across from Sasuke's. So far, so good. Even if Sasuke wasn't particularly talkative, he wasn't a total weirdo.

Sasuke stared at Naruto for a while, wondering if he should answer. If he answered, would the boy shut up? He didn't think so. But what if he didn't answer him? Would he continue to pester him? Shuddering at the thought, Sasuke replied, "A week."

"Wow!" Naruto exclaimed, shock crossing his face. "That long? Don't we only stay here for like two days or something? Like a regular hospital?"

Sasuke snorted. "We're in a mental hospital—a psych ward."

"Oh." Naruto's face fell. He'd almost forgotten about that. His eyes dropped to the floor and he tried to stop the depression from coming. He'd been handling it pretty well, but when it was stated so bluntly that he was really in a mental hospital, a psych ward as Sasuke had put it, he couldn't help but feel sad and a little guilty. Willing the feelings away, Naruto lifted his eyes to meet Sasuke's again, forcing a smile to his face. "So what do we do here then?"

Sasuke sighed, and stared up at the ceiling. "We talk about our feelings," he said emotionlessly. "We go to group therapy . . . and really nothing else."

"Sounds . . . fun." Naruto wracked his brains for something to ask Sasuke. His brain had suddenly emptied of all the questions he'd had. "So what are you in here for?" Naruto watched Sasuke closely for a reaction, but there was none. He had half expected him to get angry, or hurt, or something. But Sasuke didn't react at all.

Right before Naruto opened his mouth to ask again, Sasuke said quietly, "For attempting suicide."

There was a slight tremour to Sasuke's voice, and though his body remained perfectly still, Naruto could tell that Sasuke was scared just thinking about it. And sad. There was a definite note of sadness to the Uchiha's voice. "Do you regret it?" Naruto asked softly, his eyes trained on the Uchiha.

At that moment, there was a knocking at the door. "Sasuke," a voice called. A woman peeked her head in through the door. "Dr. Itachi is waiting to see you."