SOS Chapter 1: Prologue, a naruto fanfic

SOS
A Prologue

Summary- After a deadly explosion aboard a yacht, Naruto wakes up to find himself and his friends washed ashore on a deserted, tropical island. With no supplies and tensions running high, they are forced to band together in order to survive. But, the island isn't as deserted as they thought, and danger is everywhere... Is this really the time for falling in love?

Warning- Yaoi-tastic smut. It won't start that way, but it will get there. SasuNaru + KakaIru + slight SasuSaku (blech)

Notes- This is simply my humble prologue to set things in motion. The next chapter is the begining of the actual story. I warn you now, this is not all about backgrounds and bios. It does not go in depth, that is for much later, and this will most likely leave you with lots of questions. It should, anyway. Please enjoy this prologue! I'm trying a new, more serious writing style, so I hope I don't fail... Also, I realize my title is boring and unoriginal. Do not confuse it with any other stories of the same name! Italics are thoughts!
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Weight, crushing down on him, overbearing, driving the breath from his lungs. Lights, blinding, flashing, dancing before his vision. Silence, empty echoes of nothing, serenading his ears. Everything beneath the water is so still, so quiet. Above, there is chaos, but below, there is nothing but the endless ocean.

Burning, gasping, his lungs are on fire, empty of air. He knew he had to make it to the surface. He still wanted to live. But, every limb felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. He raised one arm, clawing at the water, kicking with his feet. He had to try, had to struggle, or else the ocean would become his grave. He kicked again, wincing as his lungs choked inside him.

He could see the bright lights, the fiery glow of the flames through shimmering vision. He was close to the surface, close to life. He needed to breathe. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was all over his body, radiating from his chest, its searing tendrils raking along every nerve. His hands tore desperately through the water, propelling him upwards. He wasn't going to make it.

He opened his mouth, sucking in a lungful of sea water. His throat burned as the salty drink filled his lungs. He coughed, choked, sputtered, inhaling more. His cerulean eyes fogged over with blackness. His heart began to slow its beating. His body convulsed. He was drowning.

He had been so close. But, then again, what would he have gone back to? The yacht had been destroyed. Anyone who hadn't died yet was most likely going to perish now. He was hundreds of miles away from the closest land. There was no means to call for help. He had no food, water, or flotation devices, and could barely swim as it was. Had he reached the surface, he would have been as good as dead anyway.

Somehow, this calmed him. Knowing that death awaited him no matter how hard he tried to fight it was almost laughable. Of course, there was still so much he wanted to do. He was young, handsome, and the world was his oyster. Too late now. If what he thought earlier was true, then he had been condemned to death the moment he snuck aboard the yacht.

Despite his body shutting down, he found the will to smirk. He was the only person who could ever smile at a time like this, on the brink of death, drowning in the Pacific Ocean. In one last, feeble attempt to breach the surface, he stretched out his hand. His finger tips broke, creating small ripples.

Giving in to the overwhelming darkness, he closed his eyes, preparing for death's sweet embrace, as the water fluctuated around his limp body. It never came.
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It had been too easy. Really, it had been so simple he thought he would be sick. Normally, the man put up a challenge at least. He would throw fits, scold until his veins pulsed, and threaten him into oblivion. Instead, he paced silently up and down the dock, contemplating, almost looking worried. Perhaps his spirit had finally been broken?

Naruto snickered maniacally from his hiding spot. Sneaking away had lost the vibrancy it once held. Now that he could no longer draw the wanted reaction, it was lackluster. Of course, his uncle had yet to see where exactly he had crept off to.

The blonde rocked back and forth on the heels of his faded, orange sneakers, concealed from view. The rotting planks beneath him creaked and groaned, but not loud enough for his guardian to hear. The salty tang of the ocean wafted around him, engulfing his senses. A brilliantly colored sunset was playing over the ripples of the vast body of water. Naruto sighed in contentment.

The docks had always been his favorite place to sneak off to. It was never as crowded as the beach, but held just as much beauty. The breezes were just as saline, the ocean was just as blue, and it wasn't flowing with annoying tourists or girls in bikinis that looked more like floss than fabric. It was more private, like a special, secluded haven. It was the perfect thinking place, or daydreaming place, or whatever he needed it to be.

Right now, it was a shelter from the oncoming wrath of his uncle. Naruto peeped his head around the corner, azure orbs darting around the wharf for any sign of the older man. The whole area seemed vacant, except for a few old fishermen, hauling in the day's catch. The coast was clear, for the time being. He would have to be cautious if he wanted to remain unnoticed.

Naruto moved behind the crate, plopping himself down on ground. He leaned back, resting against some old netting draped over the cargo. He sighed, gazing down at the long ling of boats on either side of him. There were many sailboats, with colorful flags adorning their masts, and a few speedboats, painted with vivacious racing stripes. Most of them were empty, recently having returned to the docks, their owners tying the final mooring knots. There were a few with people on them, preparing to set sail for a late night cruise. And then, there was one yacht, docked at the very end of the pier.

It was truly a sight. The vessel was glowing with the brightest of lights, despite the twilight hour. Streamers, balloons, and ribbons of every color festooned the yacht, adding to the extravagance. A large, blue blob sat in the middle of the deck, surrounded by quaint little tables and chairs. Another table held an assortment of presents, varying in size and shape. So far, the only people on deck were men in fine black suits, whom Naruto guessed to be the waiters.

A birthday party, he realized with a hint of jealousy. Somebody was having an elaborate birthday party on a yacht. Whoever it was, they must have been rich beyond comparison. Of course, this was Santa Monica, home to many of the rich and famous. But, never before had he seen anything as lavish.

He was instantly envious. He had never gotten fancy parties before. In fact, he normally hated his birthday, and didn't even care to celebrate it. Only his uncle did anything special for him, which was understandable. He tried so hard to make life comfortable for the blonde teen.

Back at the foster home, they didn't celebrate birthdays. There were simply too many kids to keep track of all the dates, and there was never enough money to buy them anything special. It was almost like they were discouraged. Most of the kids had forgotten theirs, but Naruto hadn't. It was always the one day of the year where he felt the worst. October 10th, how he hated it.

Nothing ever went right on that day. Perhaps it was cursed? Naruto scowled as he calculated his growing list of birthday misfortunes. When he turned five, his parents had left him. They gave no explanations, left no note, didn't even say goodbye. On his next birthday, after already living in the foster home for a year, his best friend, Shikamaru Nara, was adopted and moved out east. The following year, his friends Hinata and Konohamaru were adopted. He was left all alone in the foster home. After three more years, he was finally adopted by a perverted old man named Jiraiya. Then, on his tenth birthday, Jiraiya was arrested on claims of sexual harassment on the neighbor women. Naruto had only had a family for a few weeks before he was sent back to the foster home.

His twelfth birthday was the only pleasant one. The people at Child Services had done a little digging around in his records, and found that he had a living relative; Umino Iruka, who worked as a teacher in Santa Monica, California. Naruto had never heard of the man before, nor did he know how they were associated. After a lengthy explanation, he learned that Iruka was his mother's cousin's brother's son, once removed. Instead of using the extensive title, Naruto preferred to call the man his uncle. He was adopted, took a liking to the teacher instantly, and had been living happily with him ever since.

Still, family was such a touchy subject. Iruka did his best to act as a fatherly figure without overstepping his boundaries. He worked hard, trying to supply Naruto with whatever made him happy. He fed him ramen to his heart's content. He was wonderful, but he still couldn't fill the void. He missed his family, so much, but he knew that if he began to dwell on memories, he would start crying.

"Look at that, Karin, more street trash. Somebody really needs to clean up this beach."

Naruto squinted his eyes, trying to bring his sight back into focus. He had been lost in thought, again. Though his senses weren't as sharp as they should have been, you would have to have been deaf not to hear the malice in the voice that grated his ears. He looked up, rolling his head from side to side to ease the built up tension.

"We'll call the city board later, Ino. Right now, we have a party to go to."

There was a torrent of giggling as Naruto glared up at the pair of girls. They were both stunningly gorgeous, he realized. The first girl, Ino, he suspected, had wavy blonde hair and was wearing a short, blue dress with a big bow at the bust. The other, Karin, had red hair pulled into a bun, and an equally short, flouncy gold dress.

"He is kind of cute though." Ino cooed from where she stood, unfazed by the daggers Naruto was shooting at her. The boy's cheeks tinted slightly pink at the comment, but his azure orbs remained narrowed.

"Don't get his hopes up, Ino Pig, he's no better than any of the other ones." Karin snorted, spinning on her very high heel and strutting down the pier. Ino stuck out her tongue, wrinkling up her nose in an unbecoming fashion. She turned around, winking at Naruto, before speeding up to her friend.

Naruto couldn't decide if he'd rather vomit or chase after those girls and push them off the dock. In all honesty, he didn't think he looked that bad. His hair was a little unkempt, but he thought it made him look dangerous. His orange shirt was a smidge stained from his messy lunch of ramen, and his shorts were a tad on the faded side. He thought he pulled it all off quite well. Although, now that he thought about it, if he had seen himself lying up against a crate, staring out into space, looking the way he did, he might also assume the worst.

"Snooty rich bitches." He muttered, watching as they paraded across the wharf until they came to the ornate yacht. They were assisted on board by professional looking men in suits, and left to mingle on the now crowded deck. Naruto did a double take, staring incredulously at the amount of people on the boat. The last time he checked, it had been empty.

He wondered how much time he had spent, sitting amongst the netting, marinating in thought, when he looked at the sky. The luminous blaze of the sunset had long since faded, leaving the barest hints of amethyst on the horizon. Iruka was going to kill him for staying out so long.

Naruto stood, stretching his sleeping muscles, giving small gasps when his limbs began to tingle. What had once been an empty pier was now bustling with activity. A continuous stream of finely dressed men and women were proceeding down the pier, leaving their shiny cars behind to be parked by their chauffeurs. There was even a camera crew, and Naruto instantly recognized the anchor from the nightly news, interviewing people.

"Kami, whose yacht is it?" He asked aloud, wondering why such a ruckus was made over one party. This was borderline ridiculous. People were living on the streets, and here was some person, wasting money on a luxuriant party. Naruto muttered obscenities at the yacht's owner under his breath while he pulled out his phone.

He forgot to turn it on after going swimming, and wasn't surprised to see a total of eleven missed calls, all from Iruka, along with several text messages saying "WHERE THE HELL R U???" He groaned at the obvious display of over protectiveness from his uncle. He was sixteen, dammit, and was perfectly capable of getting around the city by himself for a few hours. Although, he couldn't blame Iruka for being a mother hen. The blonde admitted he could be somewhat of a problem child.

"What a beautiful display! This will surely go down in city history as the 'Party of the Year'!" The news anchor prattled to the camera. Naruto bit his tongue in annoyance. They were making such as fuss over nothing, but the blonde couldn't stop his curiosity from escalating. He was intrigued to know more about the birthday person, though he would never divulge this to anyone but himself.

With an impish smirk, he quickly opened his phone and sent a text to Iruka, with lightening speed that only a teenager's nimble and practiced fingers possessed. He told his old man not to worry, that he was okay, and that he would be back soon.

"That ought a put his mind at ease." Naruto exclaimed proudly, his mind churning with ideas before he had even closed his phone. So what if curiosity killed the cat? He was as sly as a fox, if sneaking away from the watchful eyes of Iruka was any testament to that. He would only be gone for a few minutes, and he would surely ditch if trouble began to arise. Nobody would even notice he was present.

With a mischievous glint in his sapphire eyes, he pocketed his phone, and ambled casually down the dock. It was time to crash the 'Party of the Year'.
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Security here is lame… Naruto inwardly chuckled, heaving himself up and onto the yacht. The men in suits were over attending to a woman and her date who had 'accidentally' fallen over into a pile of the day's catch. It sounded a little fishy to him, though. Naruto snickered at his own lame pun before immersing himself in the crowd of people.

Up close, he realized that the enormous blue blob was actually a five layered cake, covered in ribbons of blue frosting and coated with sparkling dollops of melted sugar. Seventeen candles adorned the top layer, surrounded by little sugar garlands. All around the base of the cake were strawberries, red and plump, dipped in white chocolate. It was the cake of the gods, he just knew it. And, if it tasted half as good as it looked, he couldn't wait for the birthday boy to come over and blow their candles out.

He wrenched his gaze away from the masterful display of baking to look spitefully upon a table laden with gifts. Naruto scoffed as he noticed the two women from earlier, Ino and Karin, delicately place their own presents on what little room was left of the stand, giggling madly.

"Not a big fan of parties, eh?"

Naruto flinched as the words were whispered into his ear. He heard a low chuckle behind him, and spun around, heart racing in his chest. He inhaled sharply, inadvertently taking a step back when he had almost come nose to nose with a stranger.

"The name is Sai," the stranger greeted with a broad smirk, stretching out his hand to shake, "and yes, I really am this good looking." Naruto took the hand cautiously, eyes widening when Sai squeezed his hand tightly a few times before letting go. The other boy had dark, almost black hair, dull eyes, and was dressed in a very expensive looking suit. Noticing Naruto's wandering orbs, Sai leered brighter. "You may recognize me as the famous artist. I painted that exquisite looking mural along Ocean Avenue¹."

"Really?" Naruto asked inquisitively, raising a skeptical brow. He had ridden his skateboard past the famous painting almost every day since he had lived in Dogtown², and never thought such a superb work of art could be painted by a boy no older than himself.

"I did." Sai replied smugly, raising his nose in the air slightly. "And, many other famous works, but I highly doubt you have heard of them." His voice was dripping with arrogance, making Naruto narrow his azure eyes.

"And why's that?" The blonde questioned hotly, awe replaced with annoyance.

"Because, as attractive as you are, you are middle class." Sai informed him bluntly, sighing loudly as he did, as if it was strenuous work to answer. "You quite clearly snuck onto this boat, and, to be frank, you stick out like a sore thumb."

Naruto's breathing hitched, his mouth slightly agape. He had been caught! He snapped his head around, searching for any big, brutish men who looked ready to throw him right over the side of the ship. He heard another soft laugh from Sai, and he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"I'm not going to say anything, though." The pale boy explained, eyes twinkling with mirth as they watched Naruto relax. "But, this means you'll owe me." Naruto wrinkled his nose in distaste, making to speak. Sai abruptly silenced him, gingerly sliding his fingers over the other teen's lips. "We'll discuss that later. Right now, I'd like to give you a little tour."

Naruto glanced incredulously at Sai, then hurriedly pried the fingers away from his mouth in disgust. This boy was a little to intimate for his taste, and didn't seem to get the idea of personal space. Sai tentatively nudged Naruto forward, bringing their bodies together for a shocking second. He caught a whiff of the dark haired boy's cologne as they touched, and almost gagged as the scent overwhelmed him.

"I'm Naruto, by the way." He introduced himself, expecting a reply, but furrowed his brows when he received none. "Is this your party?" Naruto asked, steps lively as he danced around the crowds of people. He tried to keep Sai at a safe distance as they moved across the deck, but somehow, they would constantly brush against each other. Naruto had the sick feeling it wasn't accidental.

"Hell no!" Sai replied with a snort. "If this were my party, it would be a million times better." Naruto rolled his eyes. This guy's ego is unbelievable… He thought as he pushed his way into an open spot on the bow. He felt a wandering hand dangerously close to his hips, and huffed in irritation. He looked back at Sai, glaring hazardously at the other boy. He simply shrugged and grinned sheepishly, before turning and pointing at people in the crowd.

"That right there is Yamanaka Ino. Her father is the biggest name in flowers, and they supply everything for anyone that matters. Next to her is Hozuki Karin³, whose family owns the largest perfume empire in the northern hemisphere. In fact, I'm wearing one of their colognes right now. The weird looking boy behind them is Rock Lee. He's one of the world's best martial artists, and markets his own line of workout videos."

Naruto's mind was awhirl with names, facts, and salaries. Sai rambled on and on about the seemingly never ending torrent of people on board, motioning to each one before moving on to the next. It struck Naruto as strange that almost everyone on deck was a teenager. Who the hell would throw a party on a boat with hundreds of hormone crazed, rowdy, unruly teens? He wondered, feeling slightly dizzy as he gazed out at the sea of faces. Another common denominator he found, was that every last person at this party was undeniably and irrefutably rich. Whoever was having the party had many, many, many friends in high places.

"-by the cake is Akamichi Choji. His parents are world famous chefs, and he is already attending Le Cordon Bleu in Tokyo. Although, I think he prefers eating to cooking. The guy who looks like a girl, standing in the corner back there, is Okamoto Deidara⁴. He's an artist, like me, only he is a sculptor. He likes to work with clay, and his pieces can be seen across Asia and Europe."

Naruto inwardly sighed, averting his eyes to the darkening and starless sky. Where there had once been fluffy clouds, glowing with the fires of the sunset, there was a thick sheet of violet. The water, which had shone like sapphires, was now a deep blue, bordering on black, reflecting the shimmer of the party lights. It would be time to ditch this party soon. If he didn't hurry, the boat would take off with him still on board

Naruto's stomach tightened at the thought of being trapped on the yacht for the rest of the night. He didn't belong here. He needed to get home to Iruka, who was probably shitting bricks by now. Besides, what if the boat didn't come back? Naruto looked worriedly down the dock, but exhaled his confined breaths when he noticed the long line of aristocrats still waiting to board. He would be fine, he assured himself, and went back to searching the faces on deck for one he might recognize.

"Wait." Naruto commanded, stopping an annoyed Sai in midsentence. "Who's she?" He asked breathily, his cerulean orbs widening in amazement. He raised his hand and pointing a slightly trembling finger at the aforementioned woman. Sai followed the finger, letting out a snort when he acknowledged who Naruto had been obviously fascinated by.

"That," Sai began with an edgy tone, "is Haruno Sakura. She is a famous model in Tokyo, though her fortune is mostly due to her father. He supplies all the cherries in Japan from his farm, and even into parts of China and Korea." He grimaced, dull eyes boring holes into the unsuspecting girl.

"She's beautiful." The blonde exclaimed dreamily.

"She's a bitch." Sai retorted, punching Naruto lightly in the arm. "Why don't you go talk to her, ne?" Naruto rubbed his aching limb, snapping out of his stupor. He looked back at Sakura, a smile unconsciously tweaking at his lips. He could never approach her; she was too gorgeous, with her lush pink hair and jade green eyes…

"No way." Naruto groaned, shaking his head. He took a step back, biting his lip, as Sai looked at him with an entertained expression.

"C'mon, she won't bite. It can't hurt to simply introduce yourself." The pale teen encouraged, a playful grin adorning his face. He gave Naruto a gentle push forward, but the blue eyed boy resisted.

"Nope, sorry."

"Dickless." He accused, smirk growing wider as Naruto's body went rigid.

"What'd you call me, bastard?" Was the icy reply.

"Dickless." Sai answered pompously. He could almost feel the heat radiating from the other boy's body.

Naruto remained silent, pondering his options. He could punch Sai right in the gut, then toss his perverted ass overboard. He could walk away, silently admitting defeat. Or could make a stupid retort and prove Sai wrong by going to talk to Sakura. Personally, he preferred the first option, but that would not help him remain unnoticed. He would surely draw unwanted attention to himself and risk being kicked off the boat as well. He would not allow himself to consider the second option. He was Naruto Uzumaki, and he never backed down, especially when it came to questioning his masculinity. His stubborn and obstinate mind set forced him to pick the third option.

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that, fancy pants." Naruto replied with a glare. He shirked away from Sai, making his way through the ebb and flow of spoiled teenagers. Sakura was standing by the punch bowl, which had no doubt been spiked, and was serving herself a glass of the fruity drink. She didn't seem to discern Naruto standing on the other end of the bowl, hyperventilating in her presence.

Then again, why would she? Naruto looked down disdainfully at his attire. He was quickly reminded of his rank here, and all mustered confidence left him. He shouldn't be doing this. He should be sneaking off the boat, not playing stupid mind games with the flaming artist who had been trying to grope him all night.

He turned back to the bow, scanning for Sai, but he was nowhere to be found. Naruto nibbled his bottom lip in contemplation. He could just leave now. He would never see Sai again, so none of this would matter. But, then again, he had never yielded to a challenge. The sweet temptation that was Sakura was calling to him, to talk to her, to know her. He couldn't deny himself, he decided, and would make the formalities short and simple.

"Hajimemashite⁵." He greeted her after clearing his throat. She did not raise her pink head from staring at the punch. Maybe she didn't hear me? I'll have to be louder… "Hello!" He exclaimed, voice clear. Still, she made no indication of hearing him. This time, he planned on approaching her. "Hi there, my name is-"

Naruto's words were garbled in his throat as he took his first step. Then, he was falling. Something had pushed him off balance, something went wrong. He fell forward, tumbling towards the ground, arms outstretched. He felt them graze the side of a glassy surface, pushing it frontward with his momentum. He hit the deck with a grunt, sprawling on the smooth wood, groaning as a slight ache erupted in his body. Somebody screamed.

"My dress!" Came the shrill screech, threatening to shatter all the windows on the yacht. "MY DRESS! You idiot, you've ruined everything!"

Naruto flinched at the harsh tone. He could feel the gathering crowd's eyes upon him, and he squirmed from where he lay on the ground. He heard a devilish chuckle from behind him, and his humiliation was swiftly replaced with fury. Sai…that god damn bastard! He was just about to stand and beat the living shit out of the artist, when a perfectly manicured hand clamped down on his ear. Pain shot through his head, and he gasped. The hand heaved upward, dragging a reluctant Naruto with it.

With his head titled and body turned sideways, he continued to be led by his ear by some unknown woman. The swarm of teens erupted into indecorous giggles and sniggers around him, making his scarred cheeks blush. KUSO⁶! This was not supposed to happen! Naruto hissed as another wave of pain assaulted his ear. His leader tugged him onwards with a fierce aggression, and he was suddenly scared for what would come next.

I don't think she could kill me without witnesses…Right? Maybe she'll just push me right over the side of the boat, strapped to an anchor. Oh God, where is she taking me? If I live through this, Iruka is going to skewer me. Ouch, fuck, this hurts! Sai is gonna pay for this, that sick ass faggot! I didn't even get to talk to Sakura either…

He was painfully pulled up a flight of stairs, biting his tongue to keep from whimpering. His ear was going to rip right off if she, whoever she was, didn't let go! He didn't even have the chance to explain himself earlier, and his treatment was completely unfair. Just when he felt his ear was going to be torn in two, the woman stopped, and spun him around. He stared ahead of him at two silhouettes, lit only from the hovering moon above. Their features were indistinct, and Naruto could only guess that they were both male.

"Honey, this ketsunoana⁷ ruined my dress!" The woman complained in a whiny voice. She sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and Naruto attempted to crane his neck up to get a look at her. When he did, all he received was a violent shake of his head and another round of throbbing in his ear. Whoever this psychotic lady was talking to was not reacting to her plea in any way, so she tried again. "Baby, you have to get rid of him! Look at this, my dress is completely wrecked!"

Naruto heard a disgruntled sigh from the smaller of the two figures. He must have been her boyfriend. That poor guy, I would shoot myself if I had to listen to this whiny bitch all the time… He couldn't help but wonder why he had been yanked all the way up here. Who was this couple to decide his punishment like this?

"Sugar!" She griped, trying to catch his attention. Her boyfriend remained impassive, which only seemed to fuel her rage. Damn, what the hell is up with these pet names? Naruto snickered, earning him another jerk on his ear, making him hiss. "Kick his ass off the boat!"

"Unfortunately," the smaller profile finally spoke, voice placid, "we've already left shore."

Several things occurred to Naruto at the moment. First, the man speaking had the silkiest voice he had ever heard. It fell like curtains of satin on his ears, so soft and docile. There was something strangely sensuous about it, something that made Naruto's chest tighten and heart pound. It was like a fire had been lit in his stomach, with heat slowly encroaching through his body. Oh God, what a voice.

Second, this man, this boyfriend, had major authority. The way the woman addressed him made him seem like some kind of commander in chief of the yacht. This prompted Naruto to realize that whoever he was, this was his boat. Which meant, he was the birthday boy. That wonderful, arousing sensation in his gut had disappeared in a flash, only to be replaced by anxiety. He had just seriously pissed off the birthday boy's girlfriend. He was sure to be in for it.

Third, the yacht was at sea. Naruto felt as if he had been punched in the belly after sitting through a five course dinner of ramen. The breath left his chest, and he was forced to pant. A cold sweat enveloped his body, and somehow, the pain in his ear seemed insignificant compared to the pain he knew he would receive when he got home. That is, if he got home. He was floating in the Pacific Ocean now, who knows how far from home. Iruka was sure to be sick with worry, and would probably call up the police when he didn't show up by midnight.

"So?" The woman complained, ignorant to the panicking blonde in her grasp. "Toss him over!"

"You know I can't do that." The handsome voiced boy replied coolly. His words, though few, had a calming effect on Naruto. He sucked in a deep breath, regulating his breathing, allowing the soft words to wash over him. At least he wasn't getting thrown into the ocean.

"Then what?!"

"Let him go. I'll buy you another dress." He answered, exasperated. He was clearly fed up with this display, but his girlfriend showed no signs of stopping her pursuit for vengeance.

"But…but, Sasuke!"

At the mention of his name, the young man finally turned around. Naruto, who had just begun to breathe right, felt the air leave his lungs again. He had been stunned by Sakura's beauty, but now, he was astonished. The moonlight shone down on his already creamy, pale skin, making it shine like alabaster. It reflected off the sheen of his dark, raven hair, pieces of it falling to gracefully hide his eyes, which were unfathomable pools of onyx. His body was lean and thin, his frame clearly showing through his finely tailored suit. He looked bored, with his hands in his pockets, tie askew, and jacket open. The first few buttons of his crisp, white undershirt were undone. For a moment, Naruto wished the rest were undone too.

Then, he quickly regained his composure, blinking his eyes a few times to make sure he was seeing things correctly. Had he just found a man attractive? Naruto wrestled with his conscience, claiming that any person, man or woman, would be crazy to deny Sasuke's splendor. He swiftly wiped the corner of his mouth, just in case he had accidentally begun to drool.

"Hn." Sasuke groaned in vexation. The other figure had yet to make a move or say a word. The raven teen took a few steps forward, his gaze moving from the woman to linger on Naruto. Despite his earlier reasoning for finding Sasuke striking, he couldn't help but blush when their eyes locked.

Time froze for the blonde. He could stare into Sasuke's eyes forever, he decided. They were so deep, so full of hidden meaning. They were captivating, mesmerizing, indescribable. Seconds ticked by, and then Sasuke looked away. It was too soon, Naruto decided.

"Alright, dobe, why did you sneak into my party?" Sasuke addressed Naruto without looking at him, voice smooth and cold. Naruto felt as if he had been slapped. It was a rude awakening to be insulted from a man you had just been fantasizing about. Wait, what? He is a looker, but I don't think about guys that way… The warm, fuzzy feelings he had been feeling were instantly lit into aggravation.

"S-sneak in?" Naruto repeated innocently. His insides were burning with annoyance, but he kept it from slipping into his tone. He winced in pain as the abusive girlfriend tightened her iron grip on his ear.

"Hai, baka. Why?" Sasuke asked again, clearly not amused with the blonde's feigned virtue. "It's damn obvious you didn't get in with an invitation."

Naruto opened his mouth to speak, but it went dry. This Sasuke teme was grating his nerves now. A heavy silence settled over the upper balcony. Sasuke stood, looking uninterested, waiting for a reply that would be worth his while.

"What about my dress?" The woman huffed, shaking Naruto's head around. The raven teen sighed before turning his back to them and looking out at the ocean. "Make him apologize, Sasuke."

"Do it." Sasuke ordered, dropping his head into his hands. "Apologize to Sakura."

Sakura? OH KUSO! It's been her, all this time, it's been her! I pushed the punch into her and ruined her dress! KUSO! She has a boyfriend too, and he is an asshole. Damn, now she'll never talk to me… Sai was right, she is a bitch. Thoughts buzzed inside Naruto's head as his body went rigid from shock.

"G-gomen nasu, Sakura chan." He whispered, ashamed.

"Now, let him go, Sakura. He's not some wild animal you need to keep on a leash." Sasuke mumbled from where he stood. Immediately, Naruto felt the fingers release themselves from his ear. Feeling was beginning to return to it, and he smiled gratefully at Sasuke's back. "Dobe, I suggest you stay out of our way tonight, unless you want to lose your other ear as well. I can't do anything about this now."

There was a low chuckle from the man beside Sasuke, who had yet to speak during the entire debacle. Sakura strolled over to her boyfriend, draping an arm around. Sasuke's body visibly tensed, but he did not shrug out of it. Naruto could not help but noticed how awkward and forced it looked, at least for Sasuke. He stood up to leave, massaging his ear, when some one came barreling up the steps like a rampaging elephant.

"Naruto Uzumaki, you're in such deep trouble."

The blonde gulped, instantly fearing for his life. What the hell?! How did he even get here? He should be at home, worried like an old hen! Naruto took a step back under the murderous gaze aimed at him from the chocolate eyes.

"Heh, I didn't know you liked to party too, Iruka." Naruto replied, voice shaking. His uncle erupted.

"Dammit Naruto, how could you do this to me?!" He cried out, pointing a dangerous finger at the teen. "This is by far the most irresponsible thing you have ever done! You are so careless! You have absolutely no regards for your own safety, or for authority, or rules. You think you can get away with what you want, Naruto, but you can't!"

Naruto was taken aback by the massive outburst. He had never been screamed at before. His uncle had hardly ever raised his voice at him. But, now, he was red in the face, veins throbbing, anger contorting his features. It was made even more mortifying by the audience behind him, witness to all the fury Iruka could muster.

"Kakashi, perhaps we should relocate." Sasuke suggested calmly, nudging the larger man beside him. All three of them remained relatively unaffected by the tirade before them.

"I was beyond being worried sick! You can't be acting reckless anymore. It's time you start being responsible! When we get home, you're on lockdown, and I mean it! That means ABSOLUTELY NO video games, ramen, friends, social life, television, computer, freedom, happiness-"

Guilt was dominating Naruto's emotions. He had never felt more ashamed of anything in his entire life before, despite just knocking a beautiful woman into a bowl of punch. The last person he ever wanted to hurt in his life was Iruka, and now he had caused the man to snap. His uncle was still shouting at him, but Naruto decided he would hug him anyway. He didn't care that people were watching. He would never seem them again after tonight anyway.

A deafening boom sounded from the deck below, accompanied by a chorus of screams. Smoke, heat, fire encased the yacht as it pitched sideways. Naruto's body toppled right, and he crashed into the floor, smacking his head hard on the ground. White lights erupted in front of his eyes as pain overwhelmed him. He heard more screams, dulled by the fuzziness of his mind, and smoke burned his lungs. What was going on?

Naruto stood up, blood tricking from the gash in his forehead. His vision was obscured by the dancing light and thick billows of smoke, but he could make out the fiery glow of something from the main deck. A hand, somebody's hand, grabbed his shoulder. Some one was calling his name, over and over, but the voice felt muffled. There was another boom, another explosion, and the boat jolted to the side. Naruto felt his leverage, the railing, the only thing keep him standing, slip away. His world was tilting, a sickening sense of vertigo overcoming him. The hand gripping his shoulder was ripped away.

Backwards. He was falling backwards. He was no longer on the boat, he was in the air. What had happened? There was fire, and screaming, and smoke… Naruto's limp body plunged head first into the torrent of the Pacific Ocean.

Giving in to the overwhelming darkness, he closed his eyes, preparing for death's sweet embrace, as the water fluctuated around his limp body. It never came.
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Notes- Now are you good and confused? I have several things to address. First, you may notice Naruto is pretty straight. No, I did not forget this is yaoi, he will find his way to the dark side eventually. Second, he speaks Japanese, because he is Japanese. Third, there will be slight SasuSaku, and Sakura is a bitch. I will not try to bash her intentionally, her character in this fic is just a huge jerk. Feel free to ask questions, I know it's a bit boggling, but I may have to give cryptic answers. I can't give away too much yet! *sqeuals* This will be smut-tastic though. Just picture lots and lots of sex on the beach, then X 10000. This will be it.
Please, please, please review. I've labored over this story for what seems like the longest time and already have the next chapter done if you all want it. Thanks for reading, comments and criticism are appreciated!

1- Ocean Avenue is real, and not just a song by Yellowcard
2- skater/surfer slang for the city
3- I realize this is Suigetsu's last name. Karin doesn't have one, and I liked it
4- He also doesn't have a last name. I picked this one from the artist he likes to quote
5- Japanese for "Hello, and nice to meet you"
6- Japanese for "Shit!"
7- Japanese for "Asshole"