I'll Show You Insanity

Chapter 57

An hour passed.

Her things were scattered about, easy to get to. The photo album Kakashi had been making her, her bunny, various trinkets that reminded her of home.

She sat cross legged on the bed, had somehow managed to get herself securely into the straight jacket provided. She was humming a soft song Kakashi had once taught her, to soothe over a nightmare.

There was a commotion in the hall outside, she assumed that a prisoner had escaped and was causing trouble. Oh well, not her problem.

She ignored the screams and explosions, wondering vaguely where anyone around here had gotten explosives. Had they made them, like she had the time that she'd destroyed Jiraiya's man of hair...?

Finally, the racket cut off, and footsteps approached. Lenny must've taken care of it.

She hear the jingle of keys, and her door creaked open.

"I've got it on," she said, not looking at the heavy door.

"Hm? You sure this is the kid, Danna, un?" A new voice questioned, disbelief in his tone.

Her head snapped to the intruders. "Who are you?" She snarled.

The tall blonde leaning in the doorway smirked, amused by her sneer.

"Your fairy god mother," he taunted lightly.

"Get out of my cell," Yuma hissed.

"Enough, Deidara," a gruff voice snapped.

A short, wide man with a mostly covered face stepped into the room.

They wore matching cloaks, Yuma noticed.

"Leave me alone," Yuma grumbled, looking away from the strangers.

"No way, un," the blonde chuckled. "You're coming with us, hm."

Her gaze narrowed, and she flickered from sight. The young man slammed into the opposite wall without warning, and huffed angrily as his side screamed in pain at the harsh kick delivered.

"She's the one," the short man rumbled as the charcoal haired girl returned to her bed.

"I'm not going anywhere."

As Deidara rose from the floor, his companion rose a hand, and the girl stiffened.

"What the hell?!" She roared in outrage and confusion as her body moved from the bed against her will. It felt like she had strings tied at her joints, controlling her as though she were a marionette.

"Get her things," the gruff man controlling her ordered.

The young blonde nodded, going around the room and throwing whatever wasn't normally in an asylum in a discarded bag he'd found on the floor. Soon, he was done, and they led the girl out of the door, into the bloodstained hallway.

"Release me!" Yuma snarled.

"Woah, un," Deidara hummed, watching in awe as black bled from the roots of her hair, and her eyes began to glow.

He leaned closer, poking at her cheek, leaping back again as she nearly took his finger off with her vampire-like canines.

"Don't act like such a child," the man responsible for her distress scoffed at his partner's amazement, ignoring his own curiosity.

"There you are," a deep voice chuckled as they reached the front desk.

A blue tinted shark man and a handsome raven haired man with eyes almost as red as Yuma's stood waiting amongst the lifeless bodies and blood.

The shark man smirked, having been the one to speak. "She looks lively, eh, Sasori?"

The man controlling Yuma hummed simply.

"Stuff it, fish face!" Yuma snarled, dragging his grin into a scowl at the nickname. She struggled further, and the straps of the straight jacket began to snap, much to the surprise of the four men.

"Stop controlling me!"

Sasori's chakra strings wavered, and the man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Itachi!" He snapped, springing the thus far silent of the four into action.

The black haired man strode forward, eyes swirling ominously. His hands whipped out, taking her face and making her face him. Her eyes met his, and her world faded to black as everything from Konaha, everything she knew...

Changed.

Hours later, a small group of frantic ninja appeared before the Asylum, hurrying inside only to stop in the midst of the rubble and gore.

"No," tumbled from the frantic shinobi's lips moments before he took off down the hall.

He found an open cell door, an empty room with a small crater in the far wall. A terrifyingly familiar cloud was haphazardly carved into the mattress. The room was slightly ruffled, hinting at a struggle.

Kakashi collapsed to his knees, disbelief and anguish filling his mind to an almost maddening point.

"No," he mumbled again, falling forward and barely catching himself with his hands as worry tore through him like a vicious blade.

"Damn," Asuma grunted, a stressed hand tearing through his hair. He went to his friend's aid, kneeling beside the crumbling man and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll find her."

Kakashi only shook his head in response, not trusting his voice.

Gai was abnormally quiet as he studied the room, brows furrowing as his gaze was caught by the corner of a thin pillow.

Walking over, he picked it up, and his heart swelled for his friend.

Kakashi didn't look up as the green clad man kneeled before him, but the all too familiar photo brought him back to his senses.

It was him, and her. Her on his back, beaming at the camera with an ear-to-ear grin with her cheek smooshed against his masked one, him giving his trademark closed eyed smile to the camera man.

His heart ached as he held the picture in both hands.

"We'll get her back," he swore softly, determination lighting a fire in his gaze.

He placed the picture in the breast pocket of his flak jacket.

Asuma smiled at the resolve in his friend's gaze, but his lips drew into a frown as a new concern arose to the surface.

How would he tell Shikamaru?