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I had intended to make the story longer, but due to the fact that I have so many incomplete stories [and even more stories in my drafts] I decided to wrap up Psych Ward and just make the endings long enough to explain everything ^.^ Thanks for staying on this long [practically inactive] journey, I appreciate it. [And thank you for the 30k too!]
Casual Story (Gaara, Madara) = Has nothing to do with the actual story line.
Revealing Story (Naruto, Tobirama, Obito) = Explains what's been going on during a part of the story line.
Gaara - Route A {Casual Story}
If you chose Gaara's Route - OPTION A proceed...
Third P.O.V
In the two months that [Male Name] have been working at Senju Psychological Hospital, he has experienced many sides of Gaara ─ including the horrific mental breakdowns he'd have mid-session and times when he's threaten to harm and/or kill the [hair color] haired male. [Male Name] learned more about the tough childhood Gaara lived through, and the reason why he became the way he is.
"Good morning, Gaara. Are you ready to start?" Smiling at the red head who simply blinked in return, he pulls out a notebook and a file. "[Male Name]... do you think that I'll get better?" Gaara glares at his hands, clenching them close. "Yesterday, I attacked a doctor. Gave her a minor concussion." The patient continues to glare at his palms with clouded teal eyes, the expression unreadable.
Gaara stares blankly at the unconscious female, not bothered by the small amount of blood sliding down her forehead. 'You don't have to feel guilty Gaara. It's her fault for being so rude to us. Hmph!' Shukaku grunts haughtily from the back of Gaara's mind. I think they're going to put me in The Box. At least she's not dead I guess. For some reason, the thought of being overdosed on drugs didn't bother the red head that much.
But facing [Male Name] after doing such a thing did.
Orochimaru smiles his venomous smile as he held a needle in his hand. "My, my, you're awfully accommodating today. I wonder why?" Gaara remains silent, not uttering a word much to the snake's annoyance. Humming in ire amusement, Orochimaru speaks once more. "Since you're being such a good boy today, I've decided to just leave you be. No need to dope up a willing patient, that's not what The Box is for."
"However, next time I wont be so nice."
"How did it make you feel? I can tell that you have some conflicting emotions..." [Male Name] raises an eyebrow in surprise as the inmate pats the empty cushion right next to him, staring expectantly at the [blond, brunette, etc.]. "Oh... Okay." Standing up and straightening his coat out of habit, [Male Name] takes a seat next to the red head, gazing curiously at him. "You're not mad at me right? For getting put in the box, or attacking that lady?"
Gaara's teal eyes couldn't meet [Male Name]'s own [eye color] ones, instead settling for the pen in his breast pocket. "Gaara, why does it matter to you what I think...?" "Because you're important to me and I don't want you to be angry with me... or be afraid of me." Gripping tightly onto his fiery red hair, the patient battled desperately with instinct (Shukaku) and common sense.
His instincts wanted him to kill [Male Name] so that he wouldn't have to worry or feel complicated anymore. He wouldn't have to care about what anyone else thought about him like in the past before the doctor had arrived. His common sense, however, wanted to keep [Male Name] close, as he was the only person to make him feel good... feel happy. [Male Name] was like another version of Yashamaru, except somehow better.
"Gaara, calm down, okay?" Calm and collected, the taller of the two gently grabs Gaara's hand, prying it off of his hair and petting his head tenderly. [Male Name] was slightly taken aback as the redhead rested his cheek on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. [Male Name]... really is a living person, not just my imagination. "I'm not angry at you... and I believe that you can get better. What do you want to do when you're all healed?"
[Male Name] continues to hold Gaara close to him, despite it being unprofessional. He strokes his hair softly, resting his chin on top of the patient's head. "I want to go see the city again and take long walks around the park. But, I don't want to be all by myself... I want you to be with me too, [Male Name]. I feel that if I were to be with you, I'd never get sick again. I won't have to hear Shukaku ever again too. He's always quiet when you're around."
"Okay... once you get better, I promise to be by your side. Always."
"Time's up. We're coming in."
~~~
- 6 months later -
"Gaara Sabaku is officially deemed healthy enough to leave the hospital." [Male Name] announces happily, grinning at Hashirama and Tobirama as he finished his report. "I knew allowing you to work here was a good idea." Hashirama smiles brightly, grabbing the file from the doctor's hand. "Excellent job, [Last Name]. That's the third patient this month." Tobirama pats the shorter male on the shoulder.
"It says here that... Gaara is living with you?" [Male Name] nods his head, prepared to explain his reasoning. "We've had trouble getting in contact with his family, and Gaara isn't financially stable enough to get his own home. I've just recently moved into a bigger apartment, and offered him the chance to stay with me and my roommate until he's back on his feet again." Hashirama chuckles, putting away the file into a drawer that said: RELEASED PATIENTS.
"You're certainly kind. Take care, [Last Name]." Nodding his head, [Male Name] left the office with a satisfied smirk. "Mr. Kabuto, I'll be leaving early today. Try not to overwork yourself while I'm gone." Kabuto waves off the last comment with a playful smile. "I should be saying the same to you. See you tomorrow [Male Name]." Hanging his lab coat on the coat rack and pulling on his petticoat, the doctor leaves for the day.
Gaara stares at the ceiling in boredom, as soon as he was released from the hospital, [Male Name] paid for a taxi ride back to his new home. Yet, [Male Name] was nowhere to be found and Sai went off on some trip for his seemingly shady job (is actually a street artist who offers to paint portraits of strangers for money). "I'm home!" The familiar voice has Gaara jumping off of the couch and jogging towards the front door.
"You missed me that much huh? Let's go for a walk." [Male Name] presses his lips lovingly against Gaara's, who flushed softly in embarrassment. The red head would be lying if he said that he didn't like the moments where [Male Name] would kiss him out of the blue (especially during their sessions while he was in mid-rant about why he didn't like something about the hospital [mainly food and Orochimaru])
"Gaara, your lips are sweet." [Male Name] murmurs, licking his own lips to savor the taste. "Maybe we can walk later..."
GOOD ENDING