Hiya all! I know I haven't been writing for quite some time and I know others may be angry with me. I usually integrate poems with my work but this time I decided not to. I think I like this new style and it just came to me so I decided to type it down instead of writing because I never get around to re-typing so I just might as well start with typing. This may be a good thing for all of you waiting for other parts of my stories. Ah well, here the story.
Disclaimer: I hereby decree that none of the Naruto series characters are mine and denounce any claim I have upon them, nor will I ever have claim on them. The story line however is my own and would like to denounce anyone who claims otherwise or chooses to claim as their own. (Haha I sounded smart :p)
Summary: L.E.A.F. and S.A.N.D. academy rivalries take place in a middle of nowhere city district, mostly considered a slum that no one cares to restrict order. Here the gangs rule no matter how young or old, if you can hold your own here you can hold your own anywhere. Eventually maybe SasuNaruSasu but maybe not… we'll see how it goes.
P.S. The beginning is not, I repeat Not, the beginning of a yaoi but something really sad and devious. Pity the soul before you.
Finding Where I Belong
Ch. 1—The Underground Prince of Chaos
"Aaauughhh!"
A couple thuds of a blunt metallic objects connecting with a body could be heard from an alleyway near school. There were some people who heard the sounds and even some adults that noticed the commotion, yet, everyone turned a blind eye and pretended that nothing was going on. No matter what the circumstances. No matter who the kid was or the reason… or anything. It was better not to get involved, it was always better. This has been happening all the time. Especially in this side of town. All of the police stations have given up on this district because of the fierce territorial brawls that always took place. The only time they would interfere was when the underground wars would try to take up a brawl on Main Street in midday. Although, that did happen often as well. In this place, no one was safe.
Thud… Thud… Thud…
"AAhhhh…bleh…" Blood poured out from the boy's mouth. This unfortunate boy was caught out of his territory for a second to go to a local store to pick up groceries. He made the mistake of wearing his uniform in the wrong place. That was the only reason. This all took place because of the school he went to. And today was his first day being apart of L.E.A.F. Academy. But for the other notorious gang, that was all it took.
"Please… thud Ugh.. Stop… I just thud… bleh… thud… Want to… thud… Go HOME!... bleh" more of the precious red liquid spilled out of the boys mouth and onto the pavement. The poor misfortunate boy could tell, he was going to die soon if they didn't stop. He begged to pass out to avoid the pain but for some reason that solace didn't come to claim him. Tears were coming out of his eyes and he was bend over trying to protect his gut. Clothes torn and his school groceries had been emptied into a nearby trash bin, but that was of little consequence now. All he wanted was his life. By this time he was begging Kame to spare him or if he was to die than to bring it soon because this hurt more than anything he had ever felt before.
"SHUT UP! Who the fuck do you L.E.A.F. scum think you are! You think you're better than us? What the hell were you doing on our territory!" A swift kick to the boy's head sent it banging off the brick wall with a sickening crack. There were a total of five people in the alleyway. The leader who was the tallest and had a bat over his shoulder, his boys who each took turns kicking the victim, and the victim himself who was cowering against the wall with his hands over his head and stomach. The boy was starting to black out but still wasn't able to be claimed by darkness, Kame must have truly hated him today.
Then suddenly a black blur appeared out of nowhere and with one solid kick to the face, sent the leader sprawling across the ground. The other three was caught off guard at this intruder yet on reflex they all reached in their jackets to pull out pocket knives. They were ready to rumble in a blink of an eye against whoever their foe was. The shadows were covering this new presence's attributes yet you could see the long black trench coat that seem to suit this mysterious energy. Underneath you could make out his black v-neck t-shirt with a visible net shirt underneath, black baggy jeans with silver buckle, large black boots with silver latches. Then, to their surprise, this blur started to speak.
"What's wrong with you S.A.N.D. assholes? Are you becoming so desperate to be cool that you pick on helpless bystanders? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
With that he advanced and went into offense mode. His eyes suddenly flashing and wheeling in dark red spirals. The others gave a start nearly stumbling. They knew exactly who this kid was. And… Shit!... they didn't want to believe it. Everyone knew about him and anyone who encountered him was always left in worse shape than their victims. But they weren't going to go without a fight. Advancing, the first to react ran forward, blade down low to try and get the gut because he couldn't joke with this person. Yet the superior force advanced as well without any flaw, stepped to the side, flipped the offender, kicked and one was down in seconds. The other two tried to double team. One to the left, one to the right.
Taking a more cautious stance with fists up because he couldn't chance to be injured by the likes of them, especially in enemy territory. The two working together tried to get the upper hand by attacking at the same time. Yet the red eyed teen grabbed the one to his right's wrist as he jabbed his knife and swung him into the left crashing into the wall. Then he took two swings, first hitting the right's gut…. he passed out on impact. Second hit the face of the one against the wall into the brick… he passed out too.
For a split second the red eyed raven thought he was done except his instincts bid him to move. Shifting his weight to the left, he managed to dodge the leader's right hook to his head and it, instead, contacted with the brick. Taking advantage of this, the L.E.A.F. grabbed the wrist with his left, place his right elbow over the arm and brought it swinging back right into the face of the leader. After it made contact, he brought it back a couple times to smash it back until it made a sickening crack and blood started gushing out of S.A.N.D.'s face stumbling backwards. Pushing off the brick wall, the avenger advanced with a right hook to the gut and a left hook to the face as it smashed it against the opposite concrete.
The S.A.N.D. fell dizzy and was on the verge of consciousness sprawled on the black pavement. Victory belonged to one side. With the work done, the blood red eyes turned them to fallen comrade that was wrongfully done. Bending down into a delinquent sitting position, he checked on the boy that was beaten badly. The face was all bloody and it was evident that there would be several scars, to say the least.
'They didn't hold anything back to this kid. Wait… I don't think I know him but he looks familiar. Hey, now I remember… he's new to our school, isn't he? …Hn… How sad, after his first day he got involved without even knowing the ropes. Fuck. This is going to be a pain in the ass. Something must have pissed them off or else they wouldn't have got him this bad.'
"Hey!..." The black raven haired boy nudged the almost unconscious boy, eyes changing from red to obsidian. "You okay?"
"Uuugh…" was all the boy could get out. Everything hurt too much to make coherent thoughts let alone sentences. His eyes seemed to wonder yet couldn't focus on the figure in front of him.
'He can't even think look at me straight. Those fucking S.A.N.D. punks pulled some screwed up shit this time. I can't allow this to go unpunished. sigh I hate this shit but what goes around comes around as they say. I'm just the deliverer of the karma.'
With that the teen's eyes changed once more from obsidian to blood red, cracking his knuckles and walked toward the still conscious leader. Grabbing the hair of the boy he pulled it back.
"You fucking loser. You think your bad yet look at your ass now. All fucked up instead of fucking others up. Look at the boy you stupid mother fucker! You fucking messed up his face! Now I'm going to fuck up your face so you remember mother fucker! DON'T FUCKING DISH OUT SHIT THAT YOU CAN'T FUCKING TAKE!" With that the avenger grabbed the hair and shirt of the leader and started dragging his face against the black pavement. Screaming in agony, the boy's flesh was being torn and left on in blood and pieces. When he was let go the kid was trying not to move or cry because either hurt too much, so he just laid there shaking. After fucking up part of his face the raven boy took pity and kicked him square on the not fucked up side and knocked him out cold. Shit, he hated this getting even crap. It never ends.
After the work was done, red turned black and he continued rescuing the victim of this whole scenario, or at least what was left of him.
Finding refuge at a local safe house with a half dead guy seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else for Sasuke always came back with someone else he saved from getting killed by the S.A.N.D. Being the best fighter in their gang since his older brother Itachi, he was well respected and given his privacy, no questions asked. All medical transactions and rests took place on the second floor, so Sasuke had to support the poor guy to sickbay. Kicking the door in that was always left unlocked and a bit open for this exact purpose, Sasuke trudged in and laid the pained kid onto a steel table with a shuffle and klank.
"Shit Sasuke? Where did you find this guy?" Shikamaru started to examine the poor banged up boy placed in front of them. He was basically the medic in the whole gang because he was smartest rivaled only by Sasuke. The only other medic around was Hinata but she always so much of a fuss because of the time. Sure Shika was lazier than hell but he was one of the few Sasuke could truly trust.
"Fucked up on S.A.N.D. territory, past a neutral zone. Heard the commotion. Lucky I was near. Don't usually pass that way." After covering the basics of this routine conversation he took stood away from the light in the shadows. He preferred this for some unknown reason. Maybe to keep his distance. He didn't even know the answer.
"Ne, your right. This guy was extremely lucky to have the infamous Sasuke around at the right time. I could do as much as I can but I don't think he'll leave without a few scares. Man… and I was just about to go home and sleep too." Giving a frown and an exhausted expression, he continued poking a wet cotton wad to clear away the dried blood from the more serious open wounds.
"Well I wasn't going to ask for a miracle. The group leader seemed on edge for some unknown reason. Some kind of shit is going down and I'm not sure what." Sasuke took his pondering position with his hand to his mouth and his elbow supported on the other arm.
"Do you think something might be going down soon?" Shika paused and frowned in Sasuke's direction.
"Maybe."
"Man, so troublesome. More work for me." Sighing he continued his work.
"….hn…"
With that Sasuke went to rest against a steel chair next a window to stare out at the clear sky. He slumped back and leaned one arm on the window sill to reflect on his really 'eventful' day. The moon was three quarters full and really bright so he thought he would rest for a bit. A light breeze picked up right then to play with his hair and give him a small sense of calm. This might be one of the last rests he'll have for a while if he suspicions were right. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to drifted between reality and dreams.
"Hey…" came a small croak out of the damaged youth still on the metal table, "Who is that guy… gulp… who saved me…. I… need to… thank… him…." He nudged his head at the sleeping teen by the window.
"Oh. Him. His name is Sasuke. He's one of the most looked up to members in our group. I don't think your thanks will be noticed anyway so don't bother cause he likes to keep to himself. Just concentrate on healing up. You look like shit. And I mean it." Shika commented in between stitching and wrapping the boy up.
"….yeah…?... I guess… he's… too cool… to be friends… puff… with the like… of me…," a sad smile formed on the smashed up face before Shika that anyone would take pity on.
"No… that's not it. He doesn't have a choice. He has to keep his distance from people to keep from getting hurt," Shika grunted as he shifted the boy to get a better view of a wound. "And to keep them from being hurt…"
"…What… gulp… do you… mean…? …" a puzzled look came over his expression as he glanced back at the sleeping figure near the window.
"Anyone who could get close to our best fighter would become a main target…. A weakness, or burden if you would. This is a place where gang wars depend on whose more powerful, the best of the best in all of this chaos." Shika continued examining the face and disinfecting.
"I…didn't know that… this was so… gulp… important," by this time, he was getting drowsy from his long strenuous day. He looked like he was going to fall asleep so Shika asked for his home number so he could call his family to let them know he's alright. Then he continued.
"You don't understand much, but this is almost like kings fighting for holy grounds. And to find a weakness among them would devastate the whole balance and one side could get the upper hand. To lose in this underground war would not only affect our school, it would affect the local residences and everything that had to do with everyday life. So here they're treated like royalty." He was almost finished and started changing his clothes into something more comfortable to sleep in. They had local beds in the next room that were available for such occasions.
"So… Is he… that…huff… important…?..." The patient was lifted with Shika's help to be moved to the other room. He was almost completely gone now.
"Royalty rank is determined by strength and status," Saying these words he flung his free arm into the air. The patient seemed to be gone by now and Shika appeared to be talking to himself but he continued nonetheless, "And Sasuke, to us, would be the heir to the throne.
The Underground Prince of Chaos."
To be Cont….
Yay! How did you like it. And to clear one last thing before I leave you in anticipation of my next pretty chapter, the victim in this scenario was not, and I repeat, not Naruto (I would of hinted like everyone else if it was). Even though everyone would wish (snicker I don't care if you sneak to kill me snicker I have hired assassin's to protect me). I haven't clearly decided at this precise moment whither he'll be a victim or not. I just knew Sasuke would be kickass in this scenario. Hoped you liked my mechanics…. I took me like what… a minute to figure them out…. Yet it took me longer to think of the wording because there was to many He and he hit him and then he fought him when he… you get the idea.
Anyway, hope you like this. I hope you'll review, if you don't I won't die so I don't feel like begging and no you won't hurt my feelings… I lost my heart… My friend said she found it painted black in the back of her freezer with icicles… That could be it… I'm not sure yet… I still have to go over and check if it's mine…
….sounds like mine….
….But I don't know….. she might be tricking me again….
From... me...
P.S.S. I just thought of it now but in my mind… If it's still there… They are about the ages of seventeen. So I guess their in highschool… yet…. I'm not sure if that all fits in my vision but it's all cool… I think I'll just explain different things later. I would say they're in their Jr. year in highschool.
