Author's note:
Hello, dear readers. Casey here. So, I've finally kicked
procrastination in the face and decided to start on a fanfic, so,
viola!
And that's all I have to say about that.
Warning: Look at the rating, kiddos. This
story will contain yaoi, drug usage, cursing, and other random things
that you may find inappropriate. Don't like? Don't read, dumb
dumb.
Disclaimer: Naruto and all associated characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto. I am making no profit from this. They're not my toys, I just play with them.
Randomness: (stolen from the lovely Asti): 'The Search Party Never Came'-Vanna
Intoxicating- Chapter 1
In a dark basement, a figure lay on a crusty, stained mattress, his long, brown hair spread out beneath him. A stuffed backpack sat on the equally filthy floor next to the mattress. The door to the basement opened, and sickly yellow light flooded into the room. Steps on the wooden stairs could be heard soon after. The boy need not look up, he knew who it was.
"Hyuuga Neji. Long time no see," the man's deep voice resonated through the concrete walls of the basement, his round glasses glinting in the light.
"It's only been a week. Are we getting too attached, Kabuto?" Neji sat up, looking into the other's eyes and plastering a sarcastic smirk on his face.
"Hm, seems so. What brings you back here so soon? Go through your stash that quick?" Kabuto returned the smirk.
"Tch, you wish. That's not exactly what happened," Neji began in a more serious tone. He motioned for Kabuto to sit on the bed next to him. He obliged.
The two had known each other for quite some time. Kabuto was a drug dealer, and had most recently joined the Otogakure gang on the eastern side of the city. The eastern side was where all the rich business owners lived with their perfect trophy wives and their perfect spoiled kids, namely Neji.
Neji had never been like the rest of them, though, probably because he wasn't actually one of them. Since his father's death, he had lived with his uncle Hiashi. Still, he went to the nicest, most expensive private school in the city and he was at the top of his class and the star of the school track team. He was the perfect student, the perfect nephew. He did everything right, but he still wasn't treated like an equal by Hiashi.
Maybe that was the reason, or maybe he wanted to be rebellious for once in his life, or maybe he just liked the feeling, but, whatever the reason, at fifteen, Neji started using drugs.
It started off innocently enough. Like so many others at his school, he was tired of acquiescing to every whim of the people around him, so he smoked pot every now and then. But soon it stopped giving him the same sensation, so he moved on to harder drugs. But those stopped giving him the same feeling, too. That's when Kabuto came into the picture.
At first, Neji purchased all of his drugs from other boys at school, but eventually, they ran out of things that interested him, so he asked one of them where he could get something else, something better. He was given directions to a place right near the border to the western side of the city.
He found a pink-haired woman outside of the building guarding the door. After denying that he was a policeman several times, Neji was invited inside where he was introduced to Kabuto, who would become the closest thing he had to a friend over the next two years, and heroin, the closest thing to perfect he had ever experienced.
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"So, he really kicked you out? Just like that?" Kabuto said as he opened the large, metal door that lead to the groggy streets outside, the same door that he had walked into what seemed like such a long time ago.
Neji adjusted the backpack on his shoulder. "Pretty much. When I got home from school, I found him sitting on my bed with a few of my syringes in his hand. He gave me this disappointed look and said 'what are these' like it wasn't so blatantly obvious."
The silver-haired man looked down to the boy on his side. "And then what?"
The boy sighed. "I told him it was heroin, and he flipped. He made me show him my track marks and then he gave me this whole long lecture about how I was ruining my life, the life he gave me. He said I was a disappointment. I told him to get the fuck out of my life and that I would do whatever the fuck I wanted," he paused for a moment, catching his breath. "Then he just said 'your father would be disgusted. Get out.' So, I grabbed all my shit and left."
"Neji, Neji, Neji. You know he didn't mean it." Kabuto cast his glance downward, narrowly avoiding a puddle on the sidewalk.
"Well, I did. I'm not going back there. I don't want that life. It's not me. You know how much I hate that place, Kabuto," Neji hissed.
Kabuto looked at Neji like he had just thrown a diamond in a landfill. "At least you have a fucking life, Neji," He saw the look on the other's face and frowned. "Sorry, kid. But really, you've got it a lot better than you think. Sure, I get to do whatever I want and say whatever I want, but you have people that care about you, money, anything you want."
"Money isn't everything. And you know just as much as I do that those people never gave a damn about me. I'm just a fucking charity case to them. 'Oh, look at poor little orphan Neji, let's give him shit and maybe he'll shut the fuck up and do as we tell him.'" He sighed. Kabuto just didn't get it. Sure, he had almost anything he wanted. But almost wasn't good enough. He needed to be free. He didn't care about the money or the possessions. He cared about the way they treated him. Sure, they weren't abusive, but that was just it, they didn't feel anything but pity for him. And if there was one thing Hyuuga Neji couldn't stand, it was pity.
Kabuto opened the door to the greasy fast food joint they had somehow found themselves in front of, allowing Neji in. "I guess, but sometimes I think it might be better to live like that. Not worrying about who's after who and how much profit we made on cocaine last week. Whatever. Let's drop it. What do you want?"
"I don't care. I'll find us a table," Neji said before walking to the far side of the restaurant and sitting at a small table.
Several minutes later, Kabuto arrived with a tray of food and set it down on the table. He looked at Neji and, between picking at the French fries, he asked, "How much money do you have?"
Neji snickered. 'Maybe it is all about money with him.' He took a bite of his burger before replying with, "Enough. I've got my credit card, but I figured Hiashi would decline if I didn't come back in a few days, so I went to an ATM and withdrew enough to get us through the next week or two."
A grin spread across the older man's face. 'Maybe he is smarter than they take him for.'
"Good boy."
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Back at Otogakure headquarters, in Kabuto's 'bedroom,'-it was more like a meth lab with a sofa, Neji though- Neji sat on the couch as he pulled at the thin strip of rubber around his arm with his teeth, cutting off the circulation to the rest of his arm. Kabuto threw a syringe in his lap, watching as he uncapped it with his teeth and injected the clear liquid into his veins.
The needle and rubber now discarded, Neji clenched the muscles in his arm and threw his head back. This was what he lived for. He hissed as Kabuto sat beside him, putting a hand on his thigh. "I don't know why you even kept using that shit after you tried acid, kid. I just don't get it," Kabuto muttered, clearly high as well.
Neji stared at Kabuto for a good minute before grabbing the latter's shirt. "Shut. Up," he growled. He never liked noise when he was high. Sight was better. Much better.
After a good six hours of silently basking in their high, Kabuto and Neji were disrupted by a loud knocking at the door. "Let me the fuck in asshole. That is, unless you're fucking your little boytoy,"
Kabuto immediately got up from the couch and opened the door in a not-so-pleasant manner. "What. The. Fuck, Tayuya?" He was mad. Really mad.
"Pissy today, aren't we? Have you seen Kidoumaru around anywhere? I can't fucking find him," Tayuya said, looking around Kabuto to see who else was with him. 'Neji, eh? That kid's hot. Too bad Kabuto snagged him first.'
"And why the fuck would he be in here, Tayuya? I haven't seen him, and I'm busy, so, please, fuck off," he tried to close the door in her face, but she held it open.
The woman motioned to the figure on the sofa. "Doing what, him?" Tayuya smirked as the door was slammed in her face.
"Sorry, Neji. You know how she is," he walked back towards the boy and sat straddling his lap. "You okay? You look really spaced out," Neji could hear a bit of worry in the man's voice.
"Kidoumaru. Is he the one that- " Kabuto cut him off. "Yeah, sorry about that. He didn't know who you were. I mean, you may not act like a rich kid, but you look like one. You can't blame the guy from being cautious,"
Neji pushed Kabuto off of his lap and stood. "So, you stab everyone you don't know around here? Nice security system," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kabuto stood up and brushed invisible dust from his pants. He need not reply. He knew Neji was still pissed even though the incident had happened over a year ago. He watched as the other entered the bathroom just before closing the door.
Neji sure was a cryptic kid. One minute he was allover Kabuto, the next he was completely pissed off at him for not reason. He always brushed it off, though. He knew it was just pent up seventeen-year-old frustrations. That was just how their relationship was, anyway.
It was funny, though, their relationship, if that's what one would call it. Neji had never been the easiest person to get along with, so he had few people he considered friends. Kabuto was one of those people, but still, Neji acted differently around him. They hung around with each other and told jokes and such, and it seemed like they were really close friends, despite the age gap between them.
Neji was strange about it though. He always acted like that with Kabuto in public. It was when they were alone that his more sensual nature came out. They weren't 'together' and they didn't consider each other their 'boyfriend.' They just liked to explore their sexuality together.
They'd never actually had sex, but they'd pretty much gotten as close as was possible. It didn't affect their friendship, though, which was seemingly a good thing in both of their minds. Kabuto knew they'd eventually take it a step further, maybe deeming each other their 'partner' or 'boyfriend' or whatever they saw fit. Kabuto never pushed, though. He knew Neji got enough of that from those assholes he called family. He'd fold eventually, though. He knew it. It was just a matter of time.
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Author's
note: Okay, kiddos. I coughed up one chapter in like four whole
hours. Damn, I'm good. Not. This is my first fanfic; although many
ideas have been swimming around in my demented little head, so,
expect more from me sometime in the future. I'm not exactly sure
how long this one is going to be, but I'm aiming for something like
ten or fifteen chapters, maybe a bit shorter, maybe a bit longer. I'm
pretty sure how the plot will go along, but the middle is just a bit
fuzzy, so if you have any ideas you'd like to share, feel free to.
Also, I'm going on vacation for a week
starting Saturday, so I might be able to squeeze out another chapter
by then, but don't expect it. Leave me
reviews and I'll bake muffins. Flames will be used to cook s'mores.
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Beta's Note: Ah, review for Casey-chan, she needs it... No, Casey, I'm just joking. Don't hit me! X