Neither First Nor Last

Snapshot of a Gang Story

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Sasuke Pov;

He was standing there at the edge of the park, as if wary of walking towards the

rusty swing set or the barren bench. I suddenly realized, looking at his small figure from

behind, how utterly familiar the park was. It was a moment before the thought struck me,

this park was in the video, this was where it happened. Why was he standing there, staring

at it? Jess nudged me and I followed him to the side, out of ear shot.

"Whose going to tell him that we know?" Shino said in his low, too quiet, voice. The

gang looked at each other than back at our leader, he was stock still. He must have known

we were here, or perhaps not. Perhaps he was simply absorbed in thoughts. Thoughts of

them, of my brother, of the Katski gang.

Slowly we made our way towards him. I felt it was my responsibility to tell him,

after all I had forced my way into this, their delicate balance of ignorance, I forced my way

into his life. They had been happy not knowing, it was my curiosity that killed their cat. I

was the new comer in every movie that messed with everything, turned what they had into

nothing. All I wanted was to be near him, be near Naruto, like everyone else wanted. The

scrawny blonde ball of fire, the leader of the powerful gang of Kauri, was like the light,

and we were moths. Drawn inexplicably to his sense of justice, goofy half grin, and his

welcoming atmosphere that turned us misfits into something none of us had, a family.

I had ruined it all because I couldn't wrap my head around him, I, Sasuke Uchiha,

the smartest young man at St. Easley's High School, couldn't understanding something. It

drove me crazy, so I dug and dug, until I found that video in my brothers long abandoned

room. It was all my fault. I had to tell him.

"Hey, Naruto." I said casually to his back, or tried to, but my words were heavy. He spun

around, a look of surprised nervousness quickly warped into that toothy grin of his.

"Aren't you rebels supposed to be in school?" he joked, oblivious to our mood. Shikimaru

and Sakura sat down whereas Gail and Sam simply looked away. His ten number one

fighters looked like they were about to spill their lunch.

"Back at you, punk." I said half heartedly. Naruto gave me a sideways glance and turned to Gaara for a drag of his cigarette.

"So, what's with the gloomy parade? Did Kiba get you suspended for something stupid

again?" He guessed smirking at a blushing Kiba. I shook my head.

"I-uh- stole some vids from the Katski gang, hoping it would give us an insight to what

they were up to." I mumbled weakly, thinking back on it, how stupid of me to assume he

would leave some videos of value. Some hint as to what they were doing? No, more

likely, he'd left that video among the others on purpose, he knew I would find it, he

wanted me to. I was always falling for his under-the-belt hits, but this was as low as he'd

ever thrown.

"How did you manage that, I wonder." He smiled, but his eyes were playing in something

deeper. He knew it was coming, he was too smart not to. He turned his back on me and

everyone else, to face the thawing frost on the metal slide.

"My-uh- brothers r-room." I stated the obvious, running out of fresh ideas. Curse that

stutter.

"Oh?" Naruto said lightly, lighting his own cigarette and inhaling sharply. He let out a

greyish sigh a moment later. He watched the silver tendrils twirl into the evening air before

disappearing into the cloudy bounds of sky, like a weird drifting thought. "Was he stupid

enough to leave the gang records on a lovely tape for you? Hand wrapped and

everything?" his voice had sharpened edge. He didn't want to have the conversation, but

we all knew he needed to. Something every psycho-babbling idiot said. I coughed and

desperately prayed to whatever God was listening to help me. Pretty please.

"There was some useless stuff, most from before I even got here, but, um, one in

particular, had you in it…." I had hoped he would let it go, I had hoped he would not

make me say it.

"Me?" He was going to make me say it. Naruto's voice, at least, was calmer now,

somewhere between his first drag and his third he had accepted the conversation.

"You're going to make me say it?" I said in a frenzy of last hope, grasping at straws, I

suppose. He chuckled in his soft flowing voice.

"Yes, mean of me, hm?" he was still watching his puffs of thick grey muck taint the sky.

"They hurt you. A lot."

"Just say it."

"No. I can't"

"It will make you feel better."

"It won't make you feel better."

"Sure it will."

"Liar."

How could he be thinking of me? What was wrong with him? They ruined his life.

"You were raped by them, weren't you? The sickos taped it." I spat suddenly. I did feel a

little lighter saying it out loud o him, but I wouldn't admit it.

"Feel better?" he asked lightly, tugging at his messy, too long bangs absently.

"No." I lied.

I stared at him, he had a slight build and a thin girly waist. He only reached my

shoulder, and had to look up at me when he spoke, but he was a leader. You could see it

in the relaxed way he stood, he had control over everything around him, even the air

seemed to blow to his will. His blonde, thick, sticky up, hair matched neatly with his large

innocent looking azure eyes, that even the sky's blue would envy. His thin pink lips and

turned up nose gave his face pretty features. He was a pretty boy, in body only. If you

only saw his face you would think nothing of him, but his mismatched attire, tactless

attitude and graceless actions spoke other words.

I could see the bruises and scars on his thin tanned legs through his ripped, faded

jeans, sleeveless black tee and black mesh arm protectors. He was the quickest, strongest,

and best street fighter around, though he definitely didn't look it. He looked like a small,

wanna-be gangster now, especially with his dirty, trade mark, orange messenger bag. He

could change form a happy-go-lucky, clumsy, loud, rude, ignorant idiot to serious and

dignified in a second. Naruto was always thinking of everyone around him, concerned they

were unhappy, concerned something was wrong, always trying to make them smile. He

was so thoughtful of everyone that he often forgot to put himself into the equation. He

was too kind for his own good. He deserved better than what he got.

His life was a confusing spiral I got myself caught up in. The whole dead-parent-

orphan-foster-child-runaway-who-now-lived-in-an-apartment-all-alone-with-small-

monthly-payments-from-a-distant-aunt-which-was-all-to-quickly-spent-on-instant-

noodles-and-cigarettes-while-he-worked-to-support-his-own-lively-hood thing was a lot

to take in. Now through in random sexually assault and gang beatings and you have

yourself a make your own wounded 17 year old Naruto recipe. The founder of the Kauri

gang, now turned on us, the ten of his most loyal and strongest followers. He looked us

each in the eye, slowly he took a final drag of his dying cigarette, and blew the smoke into

the darkening sky. All eyes watched the slow rising wisps warp into nothing.

"Well. I feel better." Naruto said as he started to walk away. We watched his retreating

back before he turned and beckoned us to follow him. I ran at him, so did everyone.

Sakura jumped on his back lovingly.

"So, is that why we fight them?" She asked in her high pitched squeal.

"When did it happen?" Gaara said in his usual monotonous voice.

"Did you kill them afterwards?" Kiba asked excitedly.

It was okay now. To talk to him, to ask about it. I'd fixed my first problem, the

second I would fix with Naruto's help. I would get my brother and his lousy gang. Naruto

wasn't a genius, but he could have been someone or something. He could have lived a

normal life, heck, he could've become a police officer and stopped the Katski, but he

couldn't. He was too impatient, he had to stop them as soon as he could. I knew he wasn't

like me, this wasn't some sick vengeance, he had good purpose. He had other people to

save.

He proved my theory right as he said:

"I wasn't the first of their victims, nor was I the last. The sooner I take over, the closer my

incident will be to their last incident. I'm going to stop all the hurt I can. I hope the Kauri

will help. Well?" He smirked as our roars filled the empty slums of Redder Street and

echoed out into the night air, like his smoking pollutants, but unlike his gusts of smoke,

our agreement never faded into nothing.

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