Hello Simply Hopeless here with yet another story for you. I thought I'd get this story out of my head in case this might turn into a gem. You of course should know that I do not own Naruto but this story is still mine. I wanted to try to do a story about a more mature Naruto taking care of an immature, teenage Sasuke. I actually came up with this story idea while listening to Ludacris and Mary J. Blige's 'Runaway Love' hence me also favoring the title I have. But anyway I really do hope you like this story and comments will be appreciated and glomped within an inch of their lives.
Runaway Love
The sound of sneakers meeting asphalt was coupled by the desperate intakes of air as slightly chapped lips tried to take in as much oxygen as it could into starving lungs. Black orbs were wild and alert as a head turned around to pinpoint where his pursuers were before he put out another burst of speed; his lungs burned in protest and his legs muscles trembled with the effort. But he had to run and lose himself in the inky darkness that the night brought him, blessing each and every star that did not shine on this godless night.
And it was not paranoia that had driven him to push his body past the brink of exhaustion. His pale form seemed to slightly glow every time he was within the lit boundary of the streetlights. Those tall, glowing posts were spaced out neatly in the suburban neighborhood he had wandered into offering him the only source of light. No it wasn't paranoia when someone had been pursuing him since yesterday and his hopes for respite were snatched away with each suspicious sound that he heard.
He had run away for a reason though that reason was not coming quite so clear in his head when his thoughts were focused on the simple actions of moving. His arms pumped to keep himself from tipping over in a heap of exhaustion even as sweat poured down to sting his eyes. The ebony haired boy just gritted his teeth and bore with it not letting his treacherous body betray him in the end even as he tried to figure out where to rest his weary wings.
His dark eyes raked across the quiet suburban neighborhood trying to scope out the unfamiliar territory. He had to find a hiding spot soon. The teenager knew for a fact that it had to be place that he could easily escape from if discovered but hard for 'them' to get too, but where? However before he could dwell on that question any further than he already had he heard the screech of tires and his heart leaped into his throat, nearly choking him.
He wanted to cough and clear his throat but feared that would only bring unnecessary attention to himself. He pounded his chest once in hopes of helping him in his time of need before he diverted from the street he was walking on. His body made a point of avoiding the streetlights now, his very shadow was hard put to reveal itself in case it would blow its owner's cover. The teenager's heart felt like at any moment it would burst pass his ribcage and fly out to freedom. He trembled at the mere thought that they had found him so that he became afraid to even turn his head, just a little bit.
But he could hear it though. The low rumbling of a well kept car as it eased down the road with no fears of being disturbed. His eyes widen in horror as he saw his shadow jump out at him in apology before it darted ahead of him as if determined to escape their pursuers first. He bolted like a frighten deer across the yard, his energy back in full force as adrenaline pumped through his veins. His heart screamed at him to stop with each vicious beat against its skeletal prison but he had to run. His mind dredged up reason after reason even as his body went on autopilot as it leaped over fences and accidentally bumped into a lawn gnome.
A shoe was lost, another cast away so as not to hinder. He was on fire as his lungs burned in his lungs threatening to quit at the inefficient nourishment it was fed through a gapping mouth. The ebony haired boy felt so alive at the same time he thought he'd die when he felt the stitch in his side. He artfully leapt across a wooden fence, vaulting across it as if it was as natural as breathing. The teenager didn't know how long he could last as his adrenaline rush faded quickly. The car, which was only slightly hindered by the boy's detours, was still close enough for him not to dare rest for fear of being unable to move afterward.
It was only when dark eyes finally fastened on his window of opportunity that he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. He saw a door open allowing a patch of yellow light to eat away at the darkness ahead of it as well as his fears. He briefly noticed someone standing in front of the door with a bag of trash in his hands but it was too late. The boy was drawn like a moth to a flame by the light that escaped through the door until he collided with the blonde male in front of him in order to bath himself in the heavenly glow. 'Safe,' he thought even as he fell forward. He had just enough strength to kick the door close, ignoring the garbage bag that spilled out of the older man's hand and onto the floor. That was he ignored what he had done up until he felt a hand lock around his wrist.
His eyes had been so intent on the door, debating on whether he had enough strength to stand up and lock it that he didn't realize that there was possible danger right in front of him. Even as he slowly turned to meet the deepest pair of blue eyes that he had ever seen the warning bells in his head remained silent. The boy could feel himself being sucked into those pools, falling so deeply that he drowned.
It was harder to breath then he had suspected though having the handsome stranger under him could be just as much of a factor as him running. But when he heard a car breezing by the runaway couldn't help but stiffen. His body sat straight up even as he further straddled this blue eyed stranger without meaning to. His head turned towards the door as his ears strained to hear if the car would stop or continue on. The fact that he was laughing hysterically and crying at the same time didn't become apparent until he felt a thumb sweep the first traces of tears from his face.
"It's alright. I'm here now," the blonde male under him suddenly spoke. The blue eyed stranger wiped yet another tear away as the ebony haired male turned his head in surprise as if realizing this person for the first time. The sureness of the stranger's words and his gaze left the young male on top of him shaken so that he forced out another nervous, little chuckle.
'Can your presence really protect me?' he thought wryly though part of him desperately wanted to believe it was that simple. He looked down a bit shaken at the older male that he was sitting on top of since their fall. He noticed for the first time how the man's leg was forced back in an awkward angle by the umbrella stand while an arm was pinned behind his back. The runaway knew he had to apologize for such intrusion but just as he made efforts to relieve some of his weight from the blonde stranger's body he found the world suddenly rolling back as he lost consciousness.
His world first blurred than darken completely as he finally passed out from exhaustion, his frame now slumped over a potential new enemy.
To be continued...
A/N: Meh I've actually had this idea for a year now but actually forgotten it until I was talking to Lady Laran and the memory was triggered again. So I'm setting this story down for viewing eyes and hoping that you like what you see. I actually wrote this story as I tried to work out writer's block from my other stories.