Author's Note: Kon'nichi Wa minna-san, I am tentatively publishing my first attempt at fanfic. It began in first person and I felt it would be better suited to third so it has been edited, though there are parts in first person perspective (Naruto's dreams). My sincerest apologies for any mistakes I have made; I don't have a proof reader. I think it is a little short and I'm not particularly sure where I'm taking it so ideas are humbly welcome! ^_^
Warnings: Yaoi - I'm a huge fan of NaruxSasu.
M Rating - Just to be on the safe side (Not sure if it'll be graphic)
MPreg - Possibly, again a big fan of Naruto and Sasuke having a family.
With that aside, please enjoy my ramblings :)
Prologue
My thirst for blood was like a raging forest fire, the burn intolerable. As I lay there motionless, unable to move, keeping the pain to myself, I heard my own screech within the boundaries of my mind. What's happening to me? And then there he was… never before had I seen such a vision of beauty. I had no idea who he was or from where he came from but somehow I knew he was my saviour.
Chapter One
"The pain… make it stop… help… me!" he screamed out loud.
Uzumaki Naruto sat bolt upright. He was trembling with fear or was it pain? He couldn't really tell. But it's the same dream that's been troubling him the past couple of weeks. Having never really been able to recall that much once awoken he brushed his hand through his bright blonde mop of hair, he decided to lay back down an drifted off into a restless sleep.
Beep, Beep, Beep.
"Urgh! Stupid alarm!" Naruto bellowed. One could say mornings were not his forte.
He lazily grabbed the nearest hoodie and jeans to wear. With the bright orange colours and swirl pattern it was quite eye catching. It suited him because with the bright blonde hair he sported and his vibrant personality it gave people an insight to his personality.
"Breakfast… what to have? I know!" He thought aloud. He made his way to the cupboard to be greeted with boxes upon boxes of instant ramen. That was Naruto, the simple pleasures in life made him happy.
Slurping the last of his ramen, the Kitsune grabbed his back hastily making his way to the door. He had fifteen minutes to get to Krad University on time. University wasn't really his thing but he wanted to make his parents proud.
A few cars whizzed by. A raven-haired boy from across the street locked sights with Naruto for what seemed an eternity. Naruto seemed dumfounded by him and yet at the same time curious. Then without much warning the blonde began walking towards the raven.
And then it happened so fast; Naruto ran out, careless to check for any vehicles, and in the heat of the moment hadn't noticed the fast approaching bus. The driver looked stunned. The Blonde let Instinct take over. Turning he threw himself to the ground, stomach first. The bus by some miracle drove over him.
Picking himself up he ran to the nearby kerb. He gave a little pat down to ensure he wasn't dirty. He gazed around scanning for the boy he had surely seen but without any luck he made his way to class.
By the time Naruto had almost arrived he had became dizzy, he put it down to the adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him but the six or seven glances he made behind confirmed he was on his own.
Naruto's first stop was the toilet to splash some cool water on his face. He made it there a little worse for wear but when he seen himself in the mirror he gawked, mouth hanging wide open. There was a deep gash on his temple that was bleeding; though it had somewhat slowed in flow the Blonde's hair was soaked as was his hoodie. A cubicle door flew open, to reveal a familiar red haired friend.
"NARUTO!" Gaara boomed. "What happened to you!?"
"I tripped on the way to school" the Kitsune said trying to shrug it off.
"Can't you be more careful? Baka." Gaara was resigned at this point. He was use to Naruto's carelessness.
"I didn't.. do it.. on... pur…pose…" And then nothing. Total darkness. Time stopped.
My thirst for blood was like a raging forest fire, the burn intolerable. As I lay there motionless, unable to move, keeping the pain to myself, I heard my own screech within the boundaries of my mind. What's happening to me? And then there he was… never before had I seen such a vision of beauty. I had no idea who he was or from where he came from but somehow I knew he was my saviour.
"Naruto…" he beckoned.
I reached out but it wasn't far enough, he grew further and further away. I shouted for him to stay but he kept going into the distance. It was then I realised my screams were mute and there was nothing I could do. He disappeared. And my hope was lost. All I was able to do was be swallowed up by the darkness and evil eating away at my body. It felt like I was falling continuously and then I saw it, the bottom to the endless fall… I got closer and closer until eventually I shut my eyes and pictured the boy. Believing his face would bring me hope.
The Blonde woke abruptly, unaware of where he was or what time it was. Looking around he noticed nothing seemed familiar. The smell was putrid and the room looked far too clean.
Then the past few hours hit him… The boy. The bus. The gash. Gaara. Blacking out. Lifting his hands to stretch he suddenly became all too aware of where he was. A drip in his hand and a bandage on his head confirmed it, hospital. Being the fidget the Kitsune could be, he decided to wander to the window. Gazing out at the stillness of the night he lost himself in thought about that day…
"I wonder how long I've been here?" he mused aloud.
"A few hours" came the unwarranted reply.
The voice was deep and sounded far away. Naruto noticed it lacked something, feeling?
Whipping around to see who had said that, he moved all too quick given the circumstances, the room span. Reaching his arm out towards the stranger he attempted to grab hold to steady himself but he misjudged and the falling sensation claimed him. However the ground never came but an unfamiliar sensation did, had someone caught him? He tried as he could to focus on the stranger's features but try as he might all he could make out before he fell into a dreamless sleep was the distinct raven hair.
The Kitsune wakened feeling refreshed and a hundred times better than the previous day. Looking around he realised nothing had changed. It was the same room he was greeted by the stranger the previous evening. He longed to know who he was, he had the ability to keep his nightmares away, a power Naruto never thought could exist.
The door to the room opened quietly but even so Naruto was startled. Turning he was met with a nurse. She was petite, dark haired and around her mid-twenties.
"Ohayo Uzumaki-kun, I'm Shizune."
"Dozo, call me Naruto" the Blonde beamed.
"If you insist. Is there anything I can get you? Perhaps tea or coffee?"
"Can I have breakfast?" A resounding growl escaped from Naruto's stomach.
"Hai of course, what do you fancy?" she asked.
"Erm… may I get ramen?" Okay, so perhaps asking for something obscure for breakfast wasn't the Blondes best idea.
The nurse looked at him with what could only be described as worry. Perhaps, he thought, she assumed he was still concussed. He felt fine actually. Better than fine, which made for a change. Above all else curiosity was ebbing at the Kitsune's sides about the night before.
"Alright then, I'll be back soon with your ramen, try to take it easy, you gave yourself a pretty nasty gash when you fell".
Nodding in acknowledgement he gave the nurse one of his trademark smiles. She was about to leave when his inquisitiveness got the better of the Kitsune.
"Ne, Who was the male member of staff sent check up on me last night?" He asked. The question was soaked with curiosity.
Shizune moved to the end of the bed, picking up the Kitsune's notes. She skimmed through and glanced up at him quizzically.
"I checked on you every couple of hours and you were given a mild sedative in the evening to ensure you got a good rest through the night." She simply stated.
"Demo… last night I had gotten up to look out the window. I heard a male voice demo…" He stopped realising how crazy he must have sounded. All things considered he hated hospitals and making it sound like you were still concussed was a sure fire way of getting yourself another night in what he liked to call prison.
She looked at the Blonde, utterly baffled.
"I'm afraid you must be mistaken. We wouldn't have allowed a visitor so late and we have no male members of staff. You must have had a nice dream." With that she left.
Sitting there, the Kitsune pondered over the previous night. Was the incident real or was he losing his mind?
A/N: I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and hope it develops into something worthwhile. I hope you enjoyed reading.
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