"He can have my body. But he can never have my mind." Sakura/Gaara
my engine's runnin' on dry
my head's so fucked up inside
"I hope I'm not scaring you doctor." The cool impassive voice echoed back to her. 'I hope I'm not scaring you doctor,' her mind sadistically mimicked back to her. Her own voice sounding strange and foreign to her, as If hearing it for the first time.
"Of course not Sakura, in fact you quite intrigue me."
"I'm glad I can amuse you so. Do you find joy in playing with me doctor? Like a toy?"
"More like a game." He smirked. The dark shadows of the room casting an eerie glow upon his hidden features.'Pig'
"Your mind is like a fractured puzzle Sakura." He stood up dusting off the back of his pants as if afraid he might have caught something. "I am only here to help you put the pieces back together again."
"You know what happened."
"Sakura we've already been through this. These memories, voices you hear. They've never happened. I don't know how many times we can go over this. You Sakura, you made them up to try to deny what really happened. I can't help you if you refuse to help yourself."
"Don't play coy with me doctor."
"Why such hatred towards me Sakura? Have I ever done anything to you to offend you in any way?"'You know what you've done'
Silence filled the room as Sakura sat up. Her features straight and stiff refusing to answer. She turned her direction to her single window over looking the view of an abandoned parking lot. Thinking he won Doctor Kabuto smirked and placed his journal inside his duffle bag ending today's session.
"I'll see you next week then Sakura…. Sakura?"
Covering her eyes Sakura wordlessly counted.
Sighing Doctor Kabuto readied his things and took a step outside the room.
"I'm not going to disappear Sakura, things don't just disappear into thin air."
Rubbing his temples in anguish Doctor Kabuto left the room closing and locking the door behind him.
"H-how is s-she today P-professor?" nurse Hinata asked from the corner of her desk.
"Crazy." Doctor Kabuto laughed while straightening his collar, "crazy as ever nurse Hinata, better up the meds about 25milagrams."
"2-25? Isn't that a bit high Sir?"
"Not for her it's not."
Hearing a mechanical click and lock of her door Sakura slowly opened her eyes. Allowing her eyes time to adjust to the dim sunlight filling the room she hummed a soft sweet melody. Seeing no sign of her Doctor anywhere Sakura smiled in relief as she removed her stiff legs from her sheets. Turning her attention from her door Sakura bent down and began her morning stretches.
"Okay, first crunches, 1. 2. 3…"
"You've inherited a WHAT!" The obnoxious loud voice echoed through the other end of Gaara's cell phone. Annoyed and ears strained Gaara put the phone down and allowed Temari to finish her squealing into his seat covers. When he was assured she had finished her annoying prattling he picked his cell phone back up once again and spoke calmly to his older sister.
"An Asylum. I have inherited an Asylum."
"Who knew that old bastard kept something like this hidden from us! Well you know actually I'm not all that surprised anymore. Knowing father there could be worse stuff he's done. Who knows. Maybe we're all adopted."
Smirking Gaara glanced outside his window.
'Wouldn't that be nice.'
Pulling into Konoha Brook's local sanatorium Gaara quickly said a muffled goodbye to his sister and had his driver park into one of the many empty spaces in the parking lot. Finding the building completely repulsive from the outside Gaara inwardly prayed the inside would suite his tastes a little better.
As if the Gods hated him they denied him his wish. The pale green walls chipped and cracked with age, sticky and molded light blue tiles, dim yellow lights hanging as if by a thread to the ceiling, and pastel cream white doors with brown identification numbers as if glued with gum to make them stick better. Oh yes, the Gods loved him.
Disgusted with the lack of care to the building Gaara didn't even want to go in. But having given an Asylum would prod anyone's interest. His curiosity got the better of him as he walked casually inside. Ignoring the putrid odor filling the building Gaara walked over to the main office counter where a young woman sat.
Without even looking at herGaara cleared his throat. Surprised at first Hinata jumped up startled.
"H-how may I h-help you Sir?" her voice quivered as she looked over Gaara's menacing form. Annoyed and impatient eyes lingered on Hinata as she slowly regained her composure.
"I am the new owner of…this." Gaara indicated to the walls.
Once again as if deaf Hinata looked confused and startled. The drumming of Gaara's fingertips on the counter grew louder as his impatience grew thin.
"O-h. Yes. We w-were told about the new owner. I-it's an h-honor." Bowing her head in respect Hinata waited for his response.
Gaara had no time for mannerisms; he just wanted to get in and out without dying from the smells he was ingesting.
"W-would you l-like a tour S-sir?"
Gaara rolled his eyes at her stuttering. If she wasn't going to stop that godforsaken stuttering he was sure he was going to end up jailed for first degree muder.
"I'll take em!" a perky brunette piped up from her hiding place behind the main entrance doorway.
Gaara looked over her and back to Hinata and prayed instead the Gods would just strike him dead now.
"I-f its no t-trouble for you Ten-ten."
"It's not trouble at all! I don't mind. Sides, I know this place better than the back of my syringe needle."
Hinata smiled and placed the master key set into Ten-ten's hands. Smiling happily Ten-ten took the keys and stepped in front of Gaara.
"Are you ready Boss?"
Gaara inwardly cringed. This was going to be a long day.
"I want a copy of those keys."
"Yes sir! Right away!" Tent-ten smiled as she wrote up a pass to Hinata to make a duplicate of the master key set.
As Ten-ten droned on about when the building was built, how it was built, why it was built, the material used to build it, Gaara tried to focus on more important thoughts. Business meetings, training. The usual. But that's when something caught his eye.
'397. 398. 399. 400.'
Sakura fell back on her bed exhausted. Thoughts reminiscing in her mind started to gather as silent tears slipped down her checks. Making sure not to give her mind the satisfactory of remembering Sakura closed her eyes trying hard not to remember.
'126.96.36.199.5. Forget. 188.8.131.52.10. Forget'
Blocking out the memories Sakura slowly drifted off into a light slumber.
Gaara paused to look into one of the small gray windows placed outside of every room. The frail form a Sakura's body sound fast asleep caught his curiosity. Was it the way she slept? As if trying to outrun demons. So peaceful and serene. Something Gaara longed for. Surprised at first to find the door unlocked Gaara stepped inside. Taking carefully measured quite steps he leaned over Sakura. Reaching out Gaara tenderly moved a pink lock of hair behind her ear. Gaara made a mental note to ask someone if her was naturaly colored. Sakura softly moaned as she shifted slightly in her bed. Pleased with her reaction Gaara gingerly caressed her face intrigued with the way she slept. As Gaara shifted his position over her he examined her features.
Casting his eyes over her he wished nothing more than to remove the blanket covering her body.
Gaara felt Sakura's body stiffen as he slowly saw her eyes stare at him in complete horror.
and that's when Sakura screamed.
(Author Note) - Preview, kinda rushed to. if you want me to continue just review please. thanks.