Title: Hands

Author: Kat/Ryan

Pairings: ??/Naruto

Warnings: M/M

Rating: K+ - Due to Blood and implied violence

Fandoms: Naruto

Genre: Slash fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from NAruto... But I really wish I did... then they'd perform for us all... drools

Thanks to my Beta's Greg/Sam and Paul/Becca...

A/N: I wrote this for the Christmas list last year. The pairing is any male from the Naruto fandom, but for me it's a Shika/Naru fic... sighs such lovely boys...

Summary: Hands had hurt him, now their fixing him.

Hands

The first thing he registered was the pain, then it was followed by cool hands and a damp cloth. Every time he tried to move away, a distracted murmur told him that this wasn't the first time that he was restless in his unconscious state. The gentleness of the hands was a direct contrast from the brutality of other hands that had met him before, and it confused him. Fingers had slapped and turned into claws, then turned into fists to ensure that the wounds would stay and make sure that he knew that the pain would return upon each small movement he made.

Gentle hands soothed him again. Hair was brushed back almost lovingly. Who could love him, he didn't know. So much hate, distrust and paranoia filled him that he didn't know what to do or who to trust anymore.

He tried to move again, but the pain ran hot along his body, making him whimper. A soft scolding voice was heard in the distance, but the touch, which remained gentle, was close. His eyes refused to open, sticky with blood and tears, keeping him in a reddish-black hell. A hand held his, making him realize that he was cutting into his palms with his fingernails.

Gentle hands washed away the pain and he finally relaxed, trusting the person not to hurt him. The pain was leaving him and a haze filled his mind. Letting himself rest, he realized that he could trust the person not to hurt him, and take care of him.

He sighed as his friend finally fell into a restful slumber after his rescue. The wounds were bad and he was glad that his friend was healing. When he had seen the struggling and fear, he made his touch that much gentler to soothe his restless friend. His heart ached at seeing the battered body before him and silently swore to be there no matter what. Placing a soft kiss on his friend's warm brow, he sat down for the long road of his friend's recovery.

The end

I hope this is what you like! I normally don't write this fiction, but I have hopes for this fic!

Kat/Ryan