Bloody Attraction

He's back and more murderous than ever when he finds out his blonde has a fiancée. Naruto is about to learn that everyone close to him will be found in their own pool of blood.

Sasunarusasu

Horror/Angst

Warning: This story contains Yaoi, Death, Gore, slight Torture, and Rape. If you're squeamish you shouldn't read this.

Snowysess: This is the sequel of Blind Admiration. If you haven't read it, then I suggest you do. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: He's Here

Naruto sat up quickly, breathing ragged and a thin sheet of sweat coating his body. The alarm clock kept beeping, bringing him out of his daze. He blinked, sighing while he turned the small black clock off. It was just a dream so there wasn't anything to worry about.

He peeled the covers off his body and went to the bathroom. His body was shaking and a shower could calm him down. He turned on the faucet, setting it to the right temperature before stripping his clothes. Naruto stepped into the small tub, immediately relaxing at the feel of warm water cascading down his body. His breathed a sigh of relief.

He hated when his dreams seemed a bit too real. Dreaming about that incident that happened five years ago, Naruto shivered at the thought. He had gone through intensive therapy to finally move on in life. It lasted almost two years and he still had nightmares about possessive obsidian eyes. He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind.

Naruto had a new life, new friends, and a booming career. He graduated college with a Master's Degree in Literature and was now a bestselling author of three books. He moved deeper into the city, living in a high class three bedroom apartment. He even had a lovely fiancée who was a journalist at Konoha Weekly. Ino wasn't someone he fell in love with; she was someone that was able to keep him secure. She didn't know every detail of his past but he made a silent promise that she will once they are married.

Feeling a bit better, Naruto scrubbed himself and quickly finished his morning routine. He picked out a pair of tan slacks and a light blue checkered shirt. He had to meet his editor today and pick up some things for Ino. She didn't have enough time to do it herself. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his keys off the table. He locked the door and waved at his chubby neighbor, Choji. The man owned a small restaurant a few blocks away, so he would sometimes stop by there to get a free dish of food.

Naruto went to the elevator; he lived on the ninth floor of a fifteen story building. It was weird at first but now he enjoys being surrounded by others. He waved to the security standing at the glass doors of the garage. Naruto didn't have a car; he had a bright orange motorcycle with gray rim tires. He smiled upon seeing it and quickly mounted. It beats traffic any time.

Naruto arrived at the publishing company named, Wheel of Fire. It was the weirdest name he ever heard of, so that what made him pick it. His editor, Shikamaru sat on the steps with a bored look on his face. He parked in the motorcycle space and walked towards him.

"Hey Shikamaru!" he greeted with a grin.

"You're ten minutes late." He said lazily. "Troublesome."

"Sorry, there was a car accident on the highway. They wouldn't let me through." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't care. Tsunade wants to go over the deadlines of the new installment."

Naruto groaned. "I thought she was giving me a two month break to recharge my brain! That last book practically depleted it."

Shikamaru stood up with a yawn. "I know but there are fans threatening to strike, if you don't begin the next book."

"How the hell would they know if I started it or not?"

"Tsunade posted updates on your blog."

Naruto pouted. "Damn."

Shikamaru began to walk into the building and Naruto followed in after him. He hated when she changed his schedule like that. How was he going to plan for his wedding when he had a book to write? Ino was going to be pissed.

Itachi Uchiha picked up his brief case. He had a client meeting within an hour. He liked arriving early; it became a small tradition to him. He glanced over at the sleeping blonde in his bed. He felt guilty for leaving him like this, but he had to work to keep the house.

After all, his mother also had medical bills that he needed to cover. She witnessed a traumatizing event and hasn't fully recovered mentally. Mikoto Uchiha was as broken as her family. Itachi felt that everything was his fault, and drifted apart from Naruto and Kakashi.

He still occasionally saw Naruto, maybe once a month, but sometimes not even that. He had met Deidara only a year ago, asked him to move in with him only four months ago, going steady every since. Itachi still thought about Sasuke, wondering if he was going to ever come back. There were rumors that he started working for an old army veteran but it sounded absurd. It was impossible for his brother to do such a thing.

Itachi walked out of the room with one last look at his lover before he left out the door. He didn't know why but he had a funny feeling in his stomach. He knew it wasn't nervousness, it was downright fear. His instincts were telling him to stay home. Itachi walked to his car, feeling strange throughout the entire time. It felt like someone was watching him. He glanced around frantically unable to see anyone. Maybe it was just him. Itachi shook the feeling off and climb into the car. He was being paranoid, no one was watching him.

Pale deft fingers held the binoculars in place as they watched the older Uchiha pull away in his car. He had every right to be on a look out around him. It was actually quite humorous. The binoculars lowered to reveal an identical set of obsidians eyes but a cold indifference showed within.

"Wait here." He commanded to the three people sitting in the back seat.

He climbed out of the car, walking hastily but gracefully down the street towards the familiar house. It brought back many bad memories and a few good ones. He went to the door, pulling out a lock pick, quickly unlocking it. He opened the door slowly, not completely shocked about the change of furniture. He stepped into the living room, boots sinking in the beige carpet.

His eyes connected to a few pictures on the newly built fire place. There were only a couple of pictures of his brother and a flamboyant blonde. The rest were pictures of the Uchiha family about ten years ago. What made his blood boil was the picture of his blonde with some bimbo. His eyes narrowed into a glare, snatching up the picture and putting it in his pocket.

Rage filled him to the very deep of his core. No one touched what was his and lived to continue to do so. He was about to explore the kitchen but a curse upstairs froze him. Itachi already left so it must be his lover. He smirked evilly, advancing towards the stairs. Maybe he should give Itachi a little warning. After all these years he hasn't learned anything. Well, he's back to give those ignorant fools a proper lesson.

Naruto stepped into his favorite coffee shop, Rookie Nine Coffee, owned by a new friend of his, Tenten. She waved at him with a small smile on her face. She was at her usual spot behind the counter, readying ingredients for the lunch hour.

"Hey Naruto! How are you doing today?"

Naruto grinned. "Better than yesterday." He looked around, trying to find out if he fiancée showed up yet. "Did Ino come here?"

Tenten shook her head. "No, just him." She pointed towards a creepy red head. He was sipping calmly on hot chocolate, his sea-foam green eyes staring out at the people walking by. Suddenly his cell phone ran and he quickly picked it up. His calm face twisted into a scowl of annoyance. Naruto felt sorry for whoever interrupted him.

"Hello?" his voice was deep but hoarse.

"I've already seen him. Yes. Anybody?" he licked his lips in anticipation.

Naruto shuddered. It was something about the guy that reminded him of someone or something. He couldn't place it but he felt like he knew him from somewhere. His instincts were telling him that the guy was dangerous, but he ignored it. He looked back towards Tenten with a nervous shrug.

"He's so weird." She whispered. "He hasn't moved from his spot in almost three hours. He came here with four other guys who seemed a bit too serious if you asked me."

Naruto laughed. "I'm sure he isn't that bad. Maybe I should go talk to him while I wait on Ino."

"No." Her eyes were switching back and forth between them.

"Come on, he probably isn't that bad once you get to know him." Naruto stepped away from her and approached the creepy red head.

"Hello, I'm Naruto Uzumaki, do you mind if I join you?"

The red head looked blankly up at him. "Do what you want."

He nodded. "What's your name?"

"Gaara."

Naruto stared at him for a minute. He had a cigarette pack in his chest pocket of his black polo. He didn't seem much like a smoker.

"You should run." Gaara said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"You should run." He repeated.

"Why is that?" Naruto narrowed his eyes. Why would he run from anybody? What the hell was this guy talking about?

"He's here and he's angry."

"Who are you talking about?"

Gaara shook his head. "You really are an idiot."

Naruto didn't like being insulted. He slammed his fist on the table, glaring at the other man in front of him. "I'm not an idiot! Who are you to judge me?"

"I'm not judging you. I'm just stating a fact. You're a gullible idiot. You shouldn't come up to strangers without a valid reason or you could easily get killed." Gaara glared at him almost as if he was promising death.

Naruto stiffened, fear hit him full force. The man's eyes, they were similar to Sasuke's. No, he couldn't think about that right now. He closed his eyes, thinking of Ino. She was safe. She was his sign of security. He reopened them to see the red head walking out the door, almost bumping into Ino on the way. This just wasn't his day. What did he mean by he's here? Who was here?