A/N: Hey everyone, I know I haven't written a fan fiction in a long, long time but I've been re-reading some great ones lately and I got inspired to write again. This one I am attempting to update at least once a week but at times that may be impossible so promise not to kill me if I don't always keep to my schedule. Pretty please? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy. =)

Summary: Sasuke Uchiha lived the simple life of a high school billionaire with girls constantly throwing themselves at his feet and boys envying him. He had everything he could ever want, so why in the world would he need an over-enthusiastic genie granting his every wish?

Pairings: SasuNaru, GaaNaru, ItaNaru, LeeSaku, KibaHina, ShikaTem (and any others I can think of to add later on)

Warnings: Crazy wish granting, lots of gay men, lots of gay and straight sex and maybe a threesome ho ho ho, lots of violence, lots of blood and gore, the occasional zombie killing, the cursing out of ignorant people and intelligent people alike, and may induce tears of hatred for the author

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto in any way, shape, or form… not even in my imagination.

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"So I walked into the haze
And a million dirty ways
Now I see you lying there
Like a lilo losing air air"

-Spanish Sahara- Foals

The raven stifled a yawn as he walked back home after a rather boring and monotonous day of school. He held his umbrella perfectly; making sure none of the rain splattered his hair, clothes, or anything on him. While he strolled, people trudged through the slight downpour; all in a hurry to get to wherever they were heading and none glancing the raven's way. Women twirled by in their too sheer dresses, goose bumps raised daintily on their exposed skin. Men pulled their trench coats tighter to their bodies as they braved the onslaught with only a flimsy hat for coverage. The raven remained but a nameless face within a nameless crowd of none-to-pleased-with-the-rain pedestrians, and that was the way he liked it. He liked the rain. There was no disquieting walks home when it rained. Rainy days were the equivalent of what he had come to know as tranquil. He didn't have to race home in the rain; he could actually have a leisure, slightly harrowed, walk. A luxury for someone like him.

So he treasured these days for they were few for a town like Konoha. A town known for its constant sunshine. A town known for its short winters and brutally long summers. A town he just did not coincide with well. While every one of his peers at school moaned at the sight of the rain he became almost effervescent at the sight of it. He even allowed a small smile to cross his lips, unknown to even his most enthusiastic female fans that watched him more than a model that watches her calorie intake. The raven knew that today, rather dreary during the school hours, could only get better when the forecast predicted rain for tomorrow as well. It was going to be a splendid week.

"Oh God, please NO!"

The raven came to a halt as he heard a faint plead. He looked over to his fellow pedestrians but they only continued on, grumbling under the breaths about how they missed the sun. He glanced at his surroundings trying to locate the voice but he could only see feet splashing water and blurry bodies moving through the rain. He waited a second more but when he heard nothing else he shrugged it off as his ears playing tricks on him. He took a step when he heard a louder scream. He bumped shoulders with a burly man when he abruptly spun around, causing his umbrella to fly out of his hands and into the nearest sewer drain. "Watch it!" The man hissed at him before stomping away, splashing some water on the raven's shoes.

Usually he would retrieve his umbrella, sulky at the fact his hair and outfit were now ruined by the rain, but he did the exact opposite of that. He sprinted down an alleyway a few feet up. He was sure now that that was where he heard the cry come from. He wasn't sure why he ran or what possessed him to locate the owner of this scream but for once he didn't stop to think about why he was doing what he was doing. He simply acted.

As he approached a sharp bend in the alleyway he skidded around it and nearly toppled over himself on the slick asphalt. Regaining his composure, he wiped the water dripping from his eyelashes to take in the scene before him. A woman was crouched against the wall, shielding her purse from a man who was screaming at her and repeatedly punching her. The woman cried out for help and screamed but did not attempt to run away. The raven knew in his head that he should fetch the police but his feet weren't cooperating with his head that day. They carried him towards the man and without a word the raven unleashed his clenched fist and it connected right with the abuser's jaw. The man flew backwards and his ass connected with the asphalt. The man hissed in pain and then he jumped to his feet, throwing a punch at the raven. The raven blocked the attack and delivered a swift kick to the man's stomach. The man fell over once more and before the raven could kick him again the man scrambled to his feet and sprinted away, soon becoming a blur in the hazy rain.

Huffing, the raven turned towards the cowering woman who was looking at him with wide brown eyes and for a second he could swear she looked familiar. He held out a hand for her but she pushed it away and ran in the opposite direction of her attacker, without so much as a thank you to the raven that had saved her. He was surprised the woman could run after what had happened but she had amazing speed for someone who was nearly beat to death.

He should've felt miffed or even startled at the woman's reaction but for some reason or another he felt nothing. He stood there for a good few minutes, becoming chilled to the bone with the coldness of the rain, when he noticed a glinting object a few ways down in the direction the woman had ran off to. He walked over and bent down to pick the item up. It was an azure crystal strung on a thick black band with two silver beads hanging on either side of the crystal. He gazed at the necklace before realizing that it probably belonged to the woman and that she had most likely dropped it while running away. His thumb lightly caressed the crystal and he could see his own impassive expression reflected off its surface when he heard a second cry that day. He turned around, this time positive that his ears were playing tricks on him, but behind a stack of soaked cardboard boxes stuck out a bare foot. He walked over, sure that it was just a homeless person, but the sight before him made his breath catch.

A boy lay lifeless on the ground, the only indication of vitality being his chest rising and falling in short successions. He was wearing a simple tunic dress that most people associated with to servants of aristocrats portrayed in artistic portraits in history textbooks. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead from the rain, as was his tunic dress. The raven noted faintly, with a slight blush, that the boy was not wearing underwear. Whisker-like scars adorned the boys flushed cheeks making him look more feral than any other person the raven had ever seen before. He looked upon cloudy blue eyes that gazed up at him in pain and the raven felt that the pain went beyond that of just physical.

He knew he should just leave the boy. He knew it could just some elaborate scheme to rob him but something made him bend down and ask, "Do you need some help?"

The boy gazed at him for a second, his eyes looking more pained by the second, and then he attempted to push himself off the ground. The raven caught him just before the boy passed out. Even though the raven's body was chilled this boys felt like a bon fire that was just never put out. He stared at the boy, not having the slightest idea who he could be, and knew he made a decision before he even decided on one.

He picked the boy up, not entirely surprised that the blond weighed next to nothing, and carried him out of the alley.

The raven didn't try to rationalize his actions that day. He did not question as to why he was helping a complete stranger. There was something in those deep azure eyes that called out to him and the raven was never one for destiny or fate but perhaps he knew even then that their two, once separate, strings were now entangled, with not hope of ever becoming untangled.

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A/N: Thanks for reading everyone. I hope you enjoyed. =)