"Why are you doing this to me?" the blond boy yelled angrily, throwing a plate at his guardian.   Iruka knew that Naruto would have taken this thing personally, but he never imagined the boy would destroy so much of the house.
     "Because I love you, Naruto.  Because I am the only father you have ever had, just like you are my only son; I want you to be happy and free of this demon." Iruka replied softly.
     "'Demon'?  That's what this is now?" Naruto snarled, lifting up his sleeves to show the scars that crisscrossed around his arms.  Most were old, although some new, and they appeared to be one big spider webs that extended all the way up.
     This is why Naruto was so upset, because Iruka found out that Naruto was cutting himself.  At first Iruka tried to take it on by himself, placing all sharp objects into a safe in which only he could access, checking Naruto daily for new wounds, talking to him about that.  However, this didn't work.  Next he got some psychiatrists to try to help him, although they were all scared away.
     This was it, though; this intervention was the only hope Iruka was yet clinging to that Naruto might be helped.  He was sending his beloved child to a hospital to have them try to help the boy.
     "Yes, Naruto." Iruka said softly as the boy collapsed in tears, "You're going whether you like it or not, and you're going right now."

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     "We got a new kid... and the person with us tonight is going to be a female intern fresh out of college."
     The news was old by now, Sasuke Uchiha had heard about a new kid and the intern for quite a while now.  Because he was so popular among his peers, Sasuke got the top information immediately.
     "Time to go to the therapy session." a sickly sweet voice said.
     Sasuke shuddered.  It's not like they actually CARED about the people they were helping.  Acting like they did was even more unbecoming.  Rising to his feet, Sasuke walked in a single-file line while people inspected everyone, looking for any signs of cutting.  After all, this was a hospital therapy group to help cutters.
     Sasuke went through his check-up with flying colors and walked into the next room.  The intern, who was a 20-ish young woman with brown hair pulled up in a bun and large, green eyes looking out of glasses, was standing next to the person who had to be "the new kid".
     The kid was about Sasuke's age, maybe a bit younger and possessed the brightest blond hair the teen had ever seen, it reminded him of the sun; not only that, but the sky appeared to have been placed in his bright azure eyes.  Also, he looked more boyish right now with his long-sleeved black shirt and baggy pants.  Obviously he was waiting on getting hospital-ordered clothing.
     The new kid's face was rather round, adding to the boyish appearance; his lips were full, cheeks slightly tinted pink from anger.  This kid had had an intervention; it was obvious since his hands were clinched into fists at his sides and he was glaring down the woman in front of him.  If the kid had wanted to be here, he would be a little less agitated.
     "Everyone's coming in, dear.  If you would take your seat, I think you would find this place isn't as bad as you think." the intern persuaded, sitting the new kid down in a chair.  Sasuke glided over and sat next to his friend, Gaara, who was also looking at the new kid.
     "Intervention." Gaara confirmed before looking over at Sasuke.
     Gaara had emotionless green eyes, the kind that darkened whenever he got mad.  Also, he possessed short, red hair and a tattoo on his forehead; it was off to the side and near his hairline.  Sasuke had become good friends with the quiet red head ever since they both came here.
     Running a pale hand through his choppy, short black hair, Sasuke sighed and nodded, "I got that feeling too.  Seems like he's going to be having a bit of a time here."  Sasuke looked back over to the newcomer, his black eyes examining him again.
     "He doesn't seem very strong.  I don't think he's been cutting for a long time.  Not only that, but he's a long sleever wearer, not a bandage wearer like you and me." Gaara randomly stated.  This surprised Sasuke, who was use to Gaara keeping to himself and not talking much.  This is the largest conversation they've had yet.
     But he was right, the new kid, like most people who cut, wore long sleeves to hide it.  Gaara and he use to use bandages to hide them.  The girls love the toughness that radiated off of them and it allowed them to wear short sleeves when possible.
     Everyone else slowly filed in; Sasuke knew most of them, but only as acquaintances, nothing more.  The people he really knew were Gaara, the annoying pink-haired Sakura, who had started cutting only so she could be with him here, Ino, who had been rejected by him and then started, and Neji, who was here because of his anger towards his family members made him cut himself.
     "Now, I’m Kira and will be working with you all today." the intern said with a faux smile.  Sasuke kept from rolling his eyes at her as she continued, "And this is Naruto Uzumaki; he's the newest person here, so you all be nice to him.  Now, Naruto, why are you here?"
     The blond looked up at her with a smile.  "Not to be rude, but surely you can read, right?  I mean, it states in right there on the paper you're holding." he said bluntly, making some of the teens snicker.
     "Yes, it does, but in order to start your rehabilitation, you need to be completely aware as to why you are here." Kira responded nicely.
     Rolling his eyes, Naruto replied, "I'm here because of this."  With that, he rolled up his sleeve to show the crisscross spider web up his arm.  Some of the people gasped and even Sasuke could feel his eyes widen at inspection of the arm.  Gaara had been the worse of all of them by far, but even he couldn't compare to this.
     Kira didn't react at all, fairly well for an intern.  "So you do know why you are here.  That's good.  Now, have you had help before this?"
     Pulling down his sleeve, Naruto answered, "Of course.  Iruka, my guardian, tried to help me on his own, and then I had some therapists for a while there."  He looked amused at the thought.
     "'For a while there'?  What happened to them?" Kira pressed.
     "Well, after I broke one of their arms, they wouldn't come over anymore." Naruto shrugged, as if though he couldn't understand it.
     "I see... moving on.  How long have you been cutting?" she inquired carefully.
     "Since I was 10 or 11, for about 6 or 7 years." Naruto replied nonchalantly.
     The room, which had been mostly silent before, became deathly quiet.  Sasuke and Gaara exchanged glances.  Never before had Gaara been wrong about anyone, but he was completely wrong for how long Naruto had been cutting.
     "I think all of you should introduce yourselves to Naruto.  Starting with you, Sasuke."  Sasuke raised a thin eyebrow, shocked at how fast she had changed the subject.
     "The name's Sasuke Uchiha.  Clearly, I am here because I cut, although the reasons for why are mine and mine alone.  I've been cutting for 3 years and have been here for two months; they are thinking of releasing me soon."
     "How great for you." Kira said before turning to Gaara, "And you?"
     "Gaara; I cut, have been for 5 years."  Sasuke grinned at Gaara's short response, which seemed to have flustered the intern.
     "Kira, it's time for them to eat." came a calmer, more soothing voice.
     Looking back, Sasuke saw another woman come in, her eyes a light chocolate brown and her blond hair pulled back out of her face.
     "But we just started..." the intern began before stopping and apologizing.
     "Naruto, please come with me." the blond woman said, leading the teen off.

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     Naruto followed the blond woman away from the "therapy" group and down the halls.  By now, she had introduced herself as Tsunade and told him she would be his own personal psychiatrist.  Wincing at the thought, Naruto followed her into her office, which was clean of any sharp object except one pen.  Handing him a set of clothes, Tsunade motioned to the bathroom.
     "Go in there to change." she stated softly before sitting down and writing things out.
     Walking into the bathroom, Naruto looked around to find, once again, nothing sharp was in there.  He slipped out of his clothing and put on the uniform, feeling as if though he was being stripped of his identity while doing so.  Not only that, but the top had short sleeves, showing all of the scars the crisscrossed over his arms.  Just wait till they saw his whole body.  Everything was like his arms except his neck, head, hands, feet, and genitals.  Rather than that, he appeared to be wearing the Spiderman suit only in his flesh.
     Leaving, Naruto handed his clothing to Tsunade, who quickly made sure he wasn't hiding anything on his being.  Next, he sat down, accepting the apple she offered him.
     "Now, I'm here to talk to you about your room assignment.  You will be staying with Sasuke and Gaara while you are here; try to get to know them, Naruto, you might be more alike than you think."
     Naruto said nothing, merely listened as she went on about things to do whenever he felt like cutting, the rules of the hospital, the punishments for breaking the rules, and so on.
     Bored out of his mind, Naruto pretended to go along and care before she finally took him back to his room.  To Naruto's dismay, it too possessed nothing sharp.  He would just have to get use to not cutting.
     "Sasuke, Gaara, be nice to him." Tsunade warned his two new roommates.  Neither responded, but a silent communication went between them that said that they would behave.
     No one said anything for the longest time, and Naruto began to scrutinize the two.  The red head appeared to be a bit colder and meaner than the black-haired boy, Sasuke.  Grinning, Naruto sat up on his cot and looked at the two.
     He went to say something when there was a knock on the door and a familiar voice floated into the room.
     "Naruto, I wish to speak to you." Iruka's voice sounded out.
     Naruto sat straight, glaring through heated tears at the door.  "You lost your right to talk to me." he snapped, getting up and sitting against the door as a futile attempt to get his guardian to not open it.  Sasuke and Gaara looked at each other before Sasuke rose and sat next too the blond, pressing his weight against the door.  Gaara sat on the other side soon after and they all kept the guardian from getting in.
     Rattling, the door sounded as if though it would break for a moment there before Iruka snapped, "Naruto, if you won't talk to me, then at least listen!  I did this because I love you and no matter what you delude yourself to thinking that is not true, it is.  And because of this, I am leaving you here until they release you.  I won't come if you don't want to see me, so this will most likely be the last contact in a while.  But Naruto, get it through your thick skull for once in your life that not everyone on this earth is here to hurt you!"
     Naruto clinched his fists and punched the door.  "The Hell they're not!"
     After that he just sat there and reflected on what Iruka had said.  It wasn't true, Iruka didn't care about him.  He just wanted to get rid of the blond, that's it.  That's why he doesn't want to come again.  Wincing, the blond flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
     "Come on, you need some sleep." Sasuke's deep voice sounded.  The two roommates pulled Naruto to his feet and led him to his bed.
     Laying down, Naruto slowed his breathing as he concentrated on sleeping.  The two teens in the room began whispering to each other, just loud enough for Naruto to hear.
     "Sounds like he's more like you, Gaara." Sasuke noted.
     "Paranoid, maybe." the other boy grunted.
     "Still, I wonder what that guy meant by 'not everyone on this earth is here to hurt you'." Sasuke zoned off.
     10 minutes of silence followed before Naruto finally fell asleep.