Title: Home Sweet Home
Author:
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: M
Summary: All Namiko Hamasaki wanted to do was see Depeche Mode. After a deadly encounter in a abandoned train station she learns that home is not where you live but where they understand you.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto. Any unrecognizable characters belong to me.
Author's Note: I thought I would try my hand at this.


Chapter One: Wrong


Hamasaki Namiko sighed as she slung her purple leather satchel across her shoulders and took a long drag from the cigarette hanging limply from her chapped lips. She shuddered as an usually cold gust of wind swept over abnormally thin limbs. Winter had come early this year and as usual Mother Nature was tolerant at best.

A small tune drifted off her lips as she stuffed her frost bitten hands into the pockets of her black leather jacket. It was late, she noted, well past midnight as she trudged home to face the music. It was her own fault. It wasn't as though the dinner was a surprise. The old man scheduled it for the same day every month for the last ten years but Depeche Mode was in town and that only happened once in a lifetime. And you did not miss Depeche Mode to drink expensive red wine and eat real Italian lasagne with your bitter separated parents.

... you just ... you just didn't ...

Namiko's frozen fingers brushed against the warm plastic of the cell phone in her pocket. She could call Minato and Kushina and take them up on their offer for a ride home but they were probably already asleep. The concert had ended a good three hours ago. She should have left the concert hall with them but Kusenagi-san wanted to go out for drinks and Kusenagi-san was not the kind of man who took no for an answer.

... God Almighty I'm drunk ...

Namiko's pace slowed as she caught sight of one of the many abandoned subway station tunnels that littered the city. The smell of rotting garbage and urban decay burned her nose. She wondered why the city hadn't closed the tunnels down as she took a drag from her cigarette. Someone could seriously get hurt if they had to fall down there. She pushed herself onto her tip toes and peered down into the black abyss, a stream of smoke billowing out of her nose as she tried to cut the darkness with her eyes.

Namiko had never encountered darkness like this before. Usually your eyes would adjust to the lack of light and shapes would at least become somewhat visible but nothing. She could barely even see the bottom of the staircase. She sighed and ceased her squinting, giving her head a shake to stave off the nausea that was slowly creeping up on her. Her heels touched the ground and she turned to leave. Why she had stopped to stare in the first was beyond her comprehension. It was probably the mojitos.

C-R-A-S-H! C-R-A-S-H!

Namiko yelped and dropped her cigarette. She lost her footing and fell back onto the slushy sidewalk, pain shooting through the lower region of her body as she clutched her heart through her tight leather jacket. Bloody hell, she thought, her breathe coming out in short gasps as she stared at the tunnel entrance, half expecting that some insane axe wielding murderer was going to jump out and cut off her head.

Hesitation kept her on the cold, wet sidewalk. She was desperate to hear the crashing sound again because any excuse to prolong the battle waiting for her at home was a good one in her opinion. There was no easy way to tell your father that the reason you missed family dinner wasn't because you were too busy being self centered but because you hated everything he stood for and were moving in with your lover who was almost as old as he was. Namiko was not the type of girl to spare someone their feelings but the fact that she shared DNA with Hamasaki Ryuu meant that she was inclined to feel some guilt and shame for what she was about to do. This hesitation was more than her father deserved.

... the fact that I'm even bothering to tell him I'm leaving ...

... the man doesn't know how lucky he is ...

The sound didn't come again. Namiko felt her stomach sink as she unclenched the fists she didn't know she had made. With a soft sigh she peeled herself off the sound and wiped the dirty ice chunks off her dark skinny jeans. She dug into the pocket of her jacket for her cigarettes and lighter for lack of anything better to do with her hands. So much for small mercies, she thought as she put one foot in front of the other.

C-R-A-S-H!

Namiko stopped dead in her tracks, her dark eyes wide with both fear and excitement. Only someone insane would be giddy at the thought of danger. She swallowed down the apple sized lump in her throat and pulled her hands out of her pockets as she backtracked toward the tunnel opening. Goosebumps rose up all over her body as she reached out and touched the moulding wall to her right, heart hammering in her chest as her hand slid down and curled around the rusted metal railing.

C-R-A-S-H!

Namiko leaned forward into the gaping hole. Her obsidian eyes burned at the rancid smell that absorbed into the pores of her porcelain skin as she squinted into the thick darkness confined to the three deteriorating walls that threatened to swallow her whole. This is insane, she thought as she shuffled forward. She cautiously lifted her foot, about to touch it down on the first step into Hell when a large orange cat materialized out of the shadows and scurried off into the street.

... SON OF A BITCH ... ! ...

Namiko covered her mouth with her free hand to muffle the scream that had lodged in her throat. She took a few moments to steady her breathing before she lowered her hand and stared down into the tunnel. A cat that size couldn't have made those sounds, they were too big and too loud. Something bigger must have made it. Something bigger must be down there. She ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to clear her head and made a small noise of discomfort when she felt how sweaty her hair was.

"H-e-l-p ..."

Namiko stiffened, fingers digging painfully into her scalp.

"H-e-l-p ..."

Despite the alarm bells that were going off in her head Namiko covered her nose with the crook of her arms and tramped down the decaying steps, heavy Doc Marten boots echoing loudly against the old tile. She stuck her free arm out in front of her and fumbled her way through the long hallway, panic setting into her stomach as she urged herself to move just a little faster.

"H-Help ..."

"I'm coming!" Namiko called out into the never ending darkness. "I'm coming! Please hold on!"

The space around her expanded and she realized she must be in the station. She lowered her arm and reached into her pocket for her lighter, her nose adjusting to the smells that surrounded her. All the trashcans in the area were overturned, most likely from that cat looking for something to eat. Dozens of wooden carts lined the back walls. The token barriers were all destroyed, either burned or dented to the point where they no longer served a purpose. Namiko broke out into a run at the line of barriers and manoeuvred her way onto the platform.

She spun around on the spot, her eyes burning from the rancid smell of the ancient garbage and god only knew what else as she searched for anything that remotely resembled a human body. Whoever had called out to her for help couldn't be far. There was no way she could have heard them if they had been.

"Help ... help ..."

"Where are you?" Namiko yelled. "I-I can't help you if you don't tell me where you are!"

C-R-A-S-H!

"Looks like she fell for it ..." a deep, menacing voice rumbled from somewhere nearby. The throaty chuckle that followed made Namiko shiver, the goose bumps on her skin hardening as an intense chill flooded to her pale cheeks. "You owe me five bucks ..."

Namiko slowly turned, limbs frozen with a fear she had never felt before. There were two men sitting on the fence of crates lined up against the rotting walls of the platform tunnel. The man her eyes fell on first was a burly red head with grimy ringlets that bobbed as he shook with laughter. In the dim light provided by her cheap lighter she could see the malice and amusement in his green eyes as he leaned back on the palm of his right hand, the left inclined toward his partner as he bit down on his lower lip and smirked.

The second man was equally as large with stick straight hair. He snickered with glee, haunting crystalline blue eyes sparkling despite the less than satisfactory lighting of the tunnel. His bony hand moved incredibly fast as it rifled through the pocket of his black collared shirt. He removed a crumpled five dollar bill before slapping it into the extended hand of the red head.

The thin man wiggled his dirty fingers at Namiko. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?" he grinned as he hopped off the crate and made his way over to her. He reached out with meaty fingers and cupped her cheeks, the rough pad of his thumb scraping against the smooth surface of her face.

Namiko swallowed hard and took a cautionary step back, the smell of the thin man making her eyes water. "T-That wasn't very smart …" somehow she had managed to find her voice, small as it might have been. "Someone really could have been hurt …" she took another step back, the lighter in her hand shaking uncontrollably as the red head jumped off the crate and started to make his way toward them.

It was time to run.

Namiko turned her head back to the brunette only to come face to face with the red head. He was fast for a man of his immense stature. His meaty arms were crossed over the wide expanse of his chest, eagerness pressed into his unshaven face. "What's the rush, sweetheart?" he chuckled as a small switch blade appeared between his meaty fingers.

run … you need … you need to RUN

Hot tears prickled at Namiko's eyes as she tried to maneuver around the red head but her attempts were in vain. She dropped her lighter as the red head's enormous hands clamped around her thin wrists and held her in place. He shoved them both into one of his large hands and she felt something cool press against her back. Namiko felt lighter all of a sudden. He'd cut her satchel from her body.

"Please …" she murmured as she tried to free her hands from the red head's grip. He overshadowed her by a good few feet and she could barely even wriggle her wrists under his fingers. "Please let me go …"

Namiko blinked against the darkness as she heard the brunette advance. She could hear his tongue glide over his thick lips. "We'd love to sugar, but see … we haven't had anything as tasty looking as you come by in a long while and we're not about to pass this up just because you said please …" the red head's switch blade glided along the front of her leather jacket, teasing the zipper down until it opened.

Namiko looked away in disgust, a small whimper escaping as she heard the zipper fall to the floor with an ear shattering clunk! Warm tears streamed down her cheeks as the gravity of the situation finally settled in. The brunette reached out from behind her and freed her hands with more force than necessary before he yanked her toward him, molding her tiny frame against his larger one.

The red head chuckled behind them. "I'll leave you two love birds alone," the meaning in his words sent a whole new wave of panic crashing through Namiko. "Oh, and try not to make a mess, will you Nheira? The last two were a bitch to clean up."

"You don't have to worry," Nheira rumbled as he leaned down and nuzzled his face into Namiko's neck, his hands roaming the contours of the smooth skin beneath Namiko's shirt. "This one doesn't look like much of a fighter."

He descended on her as soon as her back hit the ground. Namiko struggled for air as his huge body pressed down on her, his large hands weighing down on her wrists though not before she managed to sock him in the jaw. "That wasn't very nice," he spat the blood she'd drawn from him in her face, drawing both her wrists into one hand as he retrieved the switchblade from his back pocket.

Namiko felt the cool blade against her throat but couldn't find it in herself to move. Warm, sticky liquid ran down the column of her throat, staining the new white lace shirt she'd picked out for her family dinner. She felt him lift a hand off her wrist, his rough palm gliding down her face, over her chest, down the button that held her jeans closed.

"Scream if you want," the brown eyed man murmured into her ear as she heard the distinct pull of a zipper. It was hers. "No one will hear you …"

get … up …

get up …

GET UP …

Namiko felt something inside her break as she felt him tug at the lace rim of her Victoria's Secret underwear. Her knee came up and made solid contact with his groin. His hands immediately released her to cup his throbbing jewels. Namiko didn't hesitate or linger to admire her handy work as she flipped herself over and started to crawl away. She didn't manage to make it very far when she felt his hand snake around her ankle, dragging her back.

"Where do you … think you're … going …" he wheezed as he pulled back.

Namiko panicked and wriggled wildly in an attempt to get him to let go of her. She forced her lips shut and bit down on her tongue in an effort to hold back the shrill scream that had lodged itself in her throat because she knew that as soon as she opened her mouth the other man would come running and there was so way she could handle the both of them. She was barely managing to handle one.

"Stop … struggling …" the burly man commanded as he released his hold on her ankle. Namiko couldn't see what he was doing and she didn't intend to wait around to find out.

Mustering all the strength she kept in reserve and hoping that all those hours of playing kick boxing on Wii had paid off she flung her leg out and managed to catch her attacker in the face. A sickening crack sounded through the tunnel as the brunette grabbed his nose and fell back onto his rear. Thank you Doc Martin, she thought as she clumsily pulled herself to her feet and broke out into a run. She didn't manage to get very far. Water from the leaking pipes above them had coated the floor in a thick slime.

shit … shit … shit …

Namiko fell face first onto the grungy tiles, her chin breaking her fall. She heard something crack as well and prayed to whatever god was listening that she hadn't broken anything. A searing pain shot through her elbow and made its way up her arm. She felt something warm leaking out of her mouth and cursed silently at the coppery taste tickling her tongue. She waited a few seconds for the pain in the limbs to subside before she pushed herself onto her knees.

Something heavy crashed down her back pinning her to the floor. She tried to push herself up, writhing relentlessly underneath the brunette's heavy boot when she felt the weight suddenly disappear. She made a move to scurry away but he was faster. He grabbed her by the back of her jacket and threw her over, her spine crunching against the linoleum tiles. Before she even had a chance to breathe his large meaty fist connected painfully with her face, another loud crack echoing through the tunnel.

Namiko didn't even have time to feel the pain as his fist made contact with her again and again, each time another crack replacing the one before it. She coughed, blood gurgling in the back of her throat when he stopped though she knew he was far from finished. She felt his large hand wrap around her throat as he pulled the both of them to their feet; hers dangling in the air as he shook her like a rag doll.

Namiko fought for consciousness as she weakly clawed at his thick wrists desperately trying to pry them away from her throat. White dots danced in front of her eyes as blood escaped out of the side of every orifice on her face, each drop that hit the floor like a gun shot in her ear as his hand tightened.

"I was going to make it quick but now I think I'm going to take my time," he growled as he tossed her against the platform wall.

Namiko's skull cracked and she coughed. She inhaled as much air a she could before he descended on her. She saw the glint of the switchblade in the dim light and pressed herself against the wall. There wasn't enough time to run and she didn't have enough energy to perform anymore of those sporadic attempts at being –

Namiko tensed as she felt the blade pierce the tender skin just below her navel. Her arms instinctively rose and gripped at the man's large shoulders as he pressed the blade in further. He slowly pulled the blade out and this time stuck it in a little higher moving as slowly and purposefully, inflicting as much pain and damage as he possibly could.

"All you had to do was lie there and look pretty …" he murmured as he pulled the blade out and jabbed it in a little higher. He sighed and leaned it, his mouth just inches from her face. "It's a pity beauty's wasted on the-"

Namiko's head shot out and caught him in the nose once again. He stumbled back and held onto his face cursing loudly as he clutched onto the wounded piece of cartilage. Namiko pulled herself onto her feet, using her good hand to able pull the knife out before applying pressure to the wounds on her abdomen. If she didn't get out of here soon as possible she was going to bleed out. She used her good leg to pull herself to her feet and hobbled past the injured man. She made it a few steps when the red head appeared from behind the walls of the token station.

Her satchel fell from his fingers as he took in her appearance, surprised that the sounds he'd been hearing this whole time were the sounds of his partner's demise. Namiko choked as she hobbled backward and fell. She tilted her head backward to the see the brunette laying on the floor behind her, his body seemingly motionless while the red head was running in their direction cursing her in a language she didn't understand.

"You little bitch!" the red head's voice was getting louder and there was no way she could get past him in the state she was in.

Hot tears streaked down Namiko's as she brought her head back. She turned her head and waited for the inevitable to happen when she caught sight of the train tracks beside her. Small mercy, she thought as she extended her arm and grasped the end of the platform before pulling herself over the edge. She fell stomach first onto the tracks, her ribs taking the brunt of her fall. She ignored the burst pain and drew herself onto her good knee.

Namiko looked up and saw the red head desperately trying to wake the brunette, angry tears coursing their way down his dirty face as he founded his large fists against his friend's chest. He looked over at her, murderous intent radiating from his empty looking eyes. She shuddered and dragged herself toward the tunnel opening, her breathe coming out in short, painful gasps.

"You better run …" he hissed through his chattering teeth. Namiko used the side of the tunnel to pull herself to her feet before she hobbled into the endless darkness. "YOU BETTER RUN!"

The abandoned subway tunnel didn't comprehend the meaning of time. Namiko had no idea how long she had been dragging herself through the abyss. She didn't know where she was or how she was going to wear out. She didn't have enough energy to walk anymore let alone breathe but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. It didn't want to stop. Her legs continued to lead her farther and farther down the tunnel.

Papa …

Namiko's vision was starting to fade. Blood was seeping into her eye and that wasn't making things any easier considering that one of her arms were mangled and the other one was trying to keep her inside, inside of her.

Mama …

Her foot caught on something that wasn't supposed to be in the tunnel and she fell face first onto the uneven tracks, her body twitching as she lifted her heavy head out of the gravel. Her lungs were on fire now, her body finally realizing that it was dying. At least she'd lived a full live.

... Kusenagi-san …

Namiko closed her eyes as her breathing slowed. She heard the crunch of gravel. Had the red head followed her down the tunnel for revenge? Her eyes flickered open halfway. A pair of pale sandaled feet stood before her, delicate toes wriggling at the stickiness of the tunnel. Namiko tried to lift her head, to see the face of the hallucination that had come to her in her final moments.

A gentle hand swept down and brushed against her brushed cheek, nimble fingers wiping the blood off her face as a soft humming reached her ears.

And then the darkness came.


Song: Wrong by Depeche Mode
Note: I realize that there are no mention of current characters, but if you look hard enough …