This story is now edited, but I may not continue the story for a while, just so you know.
(and sorry I haven't touched this in so long... ^^' but at least I've done something with it now!)

Warning: contains adult themes (Yaoi/BL), sexual assault, some bad language, scenes of gore, and psychological issues.
So if you don't like that sort of thing then turn back now! If you like this sort of thing then welcome and hope you like the story!

"Speech"

'Thought'

"'flash-back'"

This story, at least the first few chapters, will be mostly in Sasuke's pov.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. Just the idea of this story.

The artist's pain:

Chapter 1: Our mutual torment:

'I couldn't take it any more… That horrible agony… It's unlike normal pain, it isn't caused by cuts or bruises. It's caused by something else… I never thought someone could understand this torment. Even I, who was the bearer of this pain, did not completely understand it. But… he does. Like me, he understands it and yet he does not.'

As I stood in the alleyway, with a gun in my hand, I stared in to nothingness as I put the now loaded barrel of the weapon to my head. My heart was pounding in my chest; my head just hurt too much. I just couldn't take it any more. If I tried to explain the pain to someone, they would just say I was mad, or stupid. I know this because when my brother was still alive, I tried my best to explain it to him. He said I was being ridiculous, that I needed help. That's when I lost it completely. And… I killed him.
So here I was, the last of my family gone by my own hand, ready to pull the trigger to end my own life as the last of the Uchihas; and then I saw him for the first time. Those beautiful deep blue eye's, and that hair that shone like the sunlight.

"Nnn…! Please! Let me go…!" The boy, who seemed to be around my age, perhaps slightly younger, had been forced in the ally and was pushed up against the wall by three men. They couldn't see me, I was sat in the back of the dark ally, against the wall behind a garbage-bin where I felt I belonged. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but this was different somehow. The men had pulled down the boy's pants and boxers after tearing of his top. They started to lick and suck, playing with his delicate looking yet slightly toned body like it were there toy. They turned him around so he was facing the wall and the biggest of the three unzipped his own pants. "Please…! Stop! Mmn!" The man put his hand over the boy's mouth.

"Shut up! It's your own fault! You fell on top of me and you expect I'm just going to let you get away with that?! Do you know who I am?! You little slut…!" Pulling the blond's hips forward, the boy quickly supported himself on the wall with his forearms so his face wouldn't slam in to it with the sudden movement, the man was about to enter the helpless blond, and out of pure impulse, no longer wanting to take the sight or cries, I suddenly ran towards the three men in anger and want to protect him as the barrel of the gun left my head and was now pointing to the biggest man, who I suspected was the leader.
"What the?! Wh-who're you?! The slut's boyfriend or somethin…? Get that away from my head and you can join in the f-fun. Hah? What d'ya s-say…?" I glanced at the blond through the corner of my eye, who'd become even more afraid as tears ran down his face. "Come on man! It'll be- "

"You fucker… Get of him and get out of here before I put a hole in that small one-track mind of yours! I mean it…! It's not like I haven't killed before." The man's eye's were wide with shock and fright.

"Okay, okay! I'm off!" with that he zipped up his pants and all three men left running. The boy fell to the ground in tears and hurried to put his clothes, or what was left of them, back on.

"Thank you… If you hadn't come… they… they would have…"

"Don't think about what they would have done. Just pretend it never happened. Pretend you never met me. And be more careful in the future, baka..." With that I put away my gun and was about to leave to find a new location in which to die in the little peace I could have, when he stood up and grabbed my sleeve; his naked chest evidently cold as goosebumps invaded his tanned skin and his perfect pink nipples stood out more than what would be usual. I quickly looked back away again, trying not to stare. Though I never really cared for gender, I have to say a lightly toned soft looking male torso is simply beautiful. Especially this one.

"Please, wait. How can I repay you?"

"Didn't you listen to a thing I just said?! Forget it ever happened!" at that moment, when I turned back around our eyes met. Those beautiful blue orbs… I felt as if I was melting away in to them. I instinctively lent down towards him till our noses almost touched. 'This isn't good…' The boy who was slightly shorter than me, had a light blush on his face as he closed the gap, gently pecking my lips. I tried to ignore it.

"Listen, it's best you forget, it isn't good for you if you become involved with me, so…"

"Your eyes, I can see it in them…"

"Huh? What?"

"It's the same horrible feeling I feel. A feeling that hurts, but the pain isn't caused by cuts or bruises. You said you've killed someone. Who was it? Cause you know, I've killed too." I couldn't believe my ears. How could someone who seemed so fragile kill? Could he really be like me?

'Does he understand how I feel…? How can that be… I must be kidding myself. He must be tricking me... no one ever understands.'

Chapter two is now edited!

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