Story: Don't Lie

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Let the story begin!

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The boy looked up at two unwavering eyes. He knew what was going to happen. He'd seen it in his dreams… over and over again. Even before the knife connected with his pale skin, Sasuke knew what the pain would feel like. Severe attacks of pain radiating inside while warm blood seeped out of the gaping hole in his stomach. The fading silhouette above him smirked and turned to walk away, leaving Sasuke gasping his last breathe against a back alley wall. Where the hell was he anyway? Kono…something… what does it matter?

If he wasn't dying, Sasuke might have laughed out of the predictability of it all. He'd known becoming an assassin was a dangerous job. He'd known people would be trying to kill him… but that only added to the pleasant feeling he got when completed an assignment… that feeling of ecstasy when he stood over the dead body… that feeling normal people get when they do something good for someone else… when they feel they have a purpose to live.

Sasuke coughed and blood gushed out of his mouth, spilling over his black clothing. Hazy lights from the opening of the alley spiraled before Sasuke's dark eyes. He weakly watched as people passed by, unaware of the morbid and pathetic scene they just passed by. His head sunk heavily against his chest and his cheeks moistened as unwanted tears sprang behind closing eyes.

"Oh, my god! Mister, are you all right?"

Sasuke used the last of his energy to lift his head as a boy, no older than he, rushed to his side.

XXBREAK-FREEXX

"How long has he been out?"

"This is the fourth day!"

"Gosh, do you think he'll be okay? He was hurt pretty badly."

"I know, but I've redressed his wounds every day, and they're healing pretty well. I'm just worried about when he'll wake up."

"He should wake up soon, but when he does, he can't move around a lot. Someone will have to help him."

"Don't worry, Sakura! I've got it covered."

"That's what worries me, Naruto. Anyway, I've got to help out with the school's festival this year, so see ya' around."

"Cool. See ya'."

Naruto closed the door behind Sakura as she left and walked back into his bedroom. He stared at the boy occupying his bed and sat down in a chair beside it, watching quietly as the raven-haired boy's chest moved up and down like clockwork. His eyes glanced at the spot under the blanket where the boy had been stabbed with something, probably a knife. If Naruto had gotten there any later, the boy would have died. And to think… he had almost taken the short way home instead.

Naruto laid his head on the edge of the bed, his head scarcely touching the mysterious boy's arm. The boy didn't move. Right before he slipped into a well-deserved sleep, Naruto wondered whether this boy would stay here when he woke up. It'd been a long time since anyone had lived with him. Having someone to come home to every now and then might be nice for a change.

XXBREAK-FREEXX

Naruto awaked from his luxurious nap with a loud yawn and cracked his back. He stared out the window beside the bed and saw that the sun had set long ago. It must have been at least midnight by now. He wouldn't be able to go back to sleep though. He looked at the empty bed before standing to go to his kitchen. Halfway outside of the room, Naruto looked back into the room and stared at the bed again. The last of his sleepiness dispersed as he remembered the wounded boy.

"Oh… shit."

Frantically, Naruto ran throughout his house shouting things like 'where are you' and 'hey,' hoping the boy hadn't been stupid enough to leave, but he doubted it. He turned to run outside, but noticed his kitchen light was on. Hurriedly, he walked over to the door to flip the switch off only to notice the room wasn't empty. Sitting in one of the sturdy wooden chair that Naruto had made himself was the pale boy. He looked up at the sound of heavy breathing, but said nothing as Naruto slid into the chair next to him.

"You shouldn't be up. You're hurt. You'll reopen your wounds." Naruto stared at the boy's side, knowing the wound had probably already reopened.

"I'm not weak. I'll be fine. Who are you?" The boy spoke quietly at first, as if he was saying it to himself but looked up at Naruto for an answer.

"I should be asking you that."

"I'm… Taka… Inoue." His eyes shifted away from Naruto as he spoke.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

'Typical answer… when you're lying to someone.' Naruto thought. "When people lie to you all the time, you begin to catch they."

The boy looked down at the table for a long moment before answering again. He knew that feeling. As a child, all the adults had lied to him about the situation until it was too late for him to help. He'd grown to hate liars and didn't want to become one. "…My name is Sasuke… Sasuke Uchiha."

"No, it's not."

The boy stared at him incredulously. He'd just been reprimanded for lying and when he told the truth, he was called a liar again? "Yeah, it is, stupid."

"All of the Uchiha family is dead; they were wiped out by one of their own."

Sasuke didn't say anything. A memory of his brother flashed through his mind, but he pushed it out quickly. He didn't need to worry about his brother anymore. "Want me to prove I'm an Uchiha?"

"How do you expect to do that?" Naruto gazed at the boy, unsure of what he meant.

"Watch."

Sasuke closed his eyes and tilted his head far enough for his hair to cover his face in shadows. When he reopened them, a fierce and bright ruby red glare replaced the deep amethyst of the other eyes, three swirling dots circling within. Naruto couldn't breathe. He'd seen this before… the notorious Sharingan eyes.

"So, now that you know me, may I ask who you are?" Sasuke asked, blinking once to change his eyes back.

Naruto didn't answer. For so long people had thought the powerful Uchihas were all gone, but here was one, sitting nonchalantly at Naruto's table, asking his name. "Um… my name… my name is… damn it, what's my name?"

Sasuke laughed at the boy, but stopped abruptly after a sudden pain attacked his side. He groaned and sat still before reaching under his shirt to check the wound. Blood was plastered against the gauzes that covered his gash. Naruto looked along with Sasuke at the wound. "I told you it'd reopen, idiot. You overdid it." Naruto got up and threw Sasuke's arm over his shoulder.

"It's alright. I can- Hey! Put me down. Not cool," Sasuke yelled as Naruto carried him back to the room and laid him on the bed. His hand pressed against the agitated boy as Sasuke tried to rise from the bed. "I said I was fine!"

"What time is it? You hungry? I sure am." Naruto grinned and asked, "You ever tried ramen?"

Side-tracked by the random question, Sasuke asked, "What's that?"

Naruto laughed and pulled a first-aid kit from inside the drawer next to the bed and tossed it to Sasuke. Walking out of the room, he said, "You'll see."

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