Ok this is my first fic no flames however constructive criticism is much apprciated as long as your not mean about ,I also want to give a shout out to my wonderful beta Samhain Eve he is one a great author and he gave me the kick in the butt to stop lurking and post .Thanks dude

Chapter 1

Kiba's POV

I never knew you could abuse an angel until I saw him, broken and bloody, yet still inescapably beautiful.

The first time I saw him was on a summer day, not so long ago. My dog, Akamaru, and I were walking in the forest. There was a light breeze whispering through the leaves that carried all of the blissful scents of summer. I turned my nose to the breeze to catch my favorite scents, and I smelled something off, something that didn't belong. There were the scents of wild flowers, trees and warm earth. All of these scents were normal for summer, but there was also the coppery scent of blood along with, strangely enough, a slight twist of citrus and honey mixed in. I was curious about the blood, so Akamaru and I followed the beautiful yet terrifying scent.

When I found the source, I was shocked to say the least. The source of the alluring scent was a beautiful blonde haired teen. I'd say the he was about 17 or 18. He really was breathtaking, but the shocking thing was that he was covered in bruises and cuts. I could tell that they weren't accidental, and it was so heart breaking, but even covered in bruises and cut to hell, he looked angelic as he slept peacefully. I looked closer at his face, and noticed three prominent scars on each cheek. They looked remarkably like whiskers. One would have thought that it would have marred his angelic beauty, but to me, they only enhanced it. They made him seem powerful, in a hidden, primal kind of way. I wanted to do nothing more than watch him as he slept, but I had too many questions about him. I crouched down, and gently laid my hand on his shoulder. I ever so gently shook him, trying my hardest not to hurt him. He murmured something about 5 more minutes and blearily opened his eyes. He blinked once, twice, then spoke in a slurred, sleepy voice.

"Hey, you're kinda cute." Then all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and fear slashed its way across his bright blue eyes.

"Crap! How long have I been out?! Oh, Sasuke is gonna kill me!" He moaned in extreme distress. I looked at him in confusion and he gave me a brief kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry I can't stay and chat, but if I don't get home soon, I'll be in deep shit." With that he ran off. I was too shocked to follow, so I just sat there and stared at the spot the blonde stood just moments ago. So many thoughts swirled in my head at such a speed that I couldn't even pin one down, so I just stared at the empty space, thinking. Eventually, Akamaru barked, effectively breaking my trance. I looked up, shocked to see the sun was already setting, throwing the forest in misty shadows. As I walked home, I couldn't think about anything but that beautiful blonde. I knew someone was hurting him, and the only clue I got was a single name that rung a long forgotten bell deep in the recesses of my mind. No matter what, I swore that I would find out what was happening to that angel, and that I would destroy whoever it was that caused that blonde beauty so much fear and pain. With that, I decided that I would check back in the same spot the next day, to see if he was there again.

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Naruto's POV

As I ran back to the house I shared with my abusive boyfriend Sasuke, my mind wandered, mostly to what the teme would do when I got home. Occasionally, it decide that the brunette who woke me was a good thing to think about. I couldn't believe how handsome he was and how gently he woke me up. It's been so long since I felt anything gentle, and it was the best thing I could ever remember feeling. I always beat myself up over staying with Sasuke, but still, I never left him. I didn't know why I stayed. Maybe it was because he was the only one who showed me anything more than hate. I knew it had never been love, just lust with him, but when all you knew was hate, lust seemed like the best you could get. When I looked in those beautiful brown eyes of the mysterious stranger, I saw something more then lust, and something far from hate. I saw, dare I say, admiration. It was probably just my mind playing tricks. Probably. I was still foggy from the iron to the head, courtesy of Sasuke. Even knowing that it was probably my imagination, I couldn't help the tiny flicker of hope in my chest.

I looked up from my thoughts to see the teme's house. I sighed, banishing all thoughts of beautiful brunettes out of my mind and steeled myself for the blows that waited behind that door. With one more sigh, I slowly crept in the door, hoping that I could sneak past the ebony haired beast. I barely made it three steps before I heard a loud cough behind me. I slowly turned around to see that the teme was sitting in a plush chair, sipping tea.

"Hi Sasu." I said in a falsely loving voice, and he just glared. I gulped, knowing all hell was about to break loose. He looked up at me, and in a sickeningly sweet voice, he spoke.

"Oh, hi Naru. Nice of you to drop in. Are you aware that I told you this morning to have the house spotless by the time I got home?"

"Um-m m-maybe. I remember you saying something like that." I stuttered. Sasuke set down his tea on the table, and stood up.

"Now tell me Naru, does this house look spotless to you?" He asked in a voice fringed with ice. I looked around and nodded, which I soon found out was not the answer he wanted, because, quicker then a striking snake, he had me up against the wall by the neck

"Are you blind? This house is a pigsty!" He hisses with venom dripping from his voice, and I cringed.

"Sorry, sorry I'll get on it right away!" I said, with a terrified edge to my voice. With that, he threw me to the side, causing my head to hit the hardwood floor, hard enough for me to see black spots at the edge of my vision.

"You better." He said, then tromped up the stairs to take a bath. I slowly got up, clutching my head and wishing I could just curl up and die so that the torture would stop. I took a minute to collect myself before I cleaned up the 'pigsty'.

2 hours later

After I finished the house, I started on dinner. I decided to make spaghetti, one of Sasuke's favorites, hoping to pacify him until tomorrow, and hoping against hope that I could finish out the night without any new injuries. As I cooked, I began to wonder about the brunette. I wondered if he would take me away. I started dreaming about getting away from Sasuke, wishing that it could be true, but knowing that it was doubtful. Knowing that did nothing to stop me dreaming. When I returned to reality, I was surprised to see that the food was ready. I set the table and called the teme down. Of course, he took his dear sweet time getting down here, so I sat quietly at the table like a good wife and didn't touch the food until he sat his royal ass down. I didn't know why it was like this, it was just one of the many unspoken rules of Sasuke's house. The meal can't begin until the man of the house sat down.

Finally, after almost 10 minutes, he was seated. He looked at the food and scoffed. I knew that was bad, because if he didn't start eating the food, that usually meant more pain for me. I looked at him innocently.

"Sasu? What's the matter?" I asked in my best 'loving wife' voice. He glared at me.

"What is this suppose to be?" He asked snidely. I looked at him, confusion written all over my face.

"It's spaghetti. Your favorite." I said. He just glared.

"Looks more like dog food to me." he said. I looked down at my plate and I saw perfectly done noodles with homemade sauce on the top, garnished with a sprig of oregano. It looked like one of the best damn meals I had ever made, and I'm a great cook, so that's saying something. I looked at him, noticing his disdain.

"How does this look anything like dog food?" I asked, but instead of an answer I got a full plate of food shattered across my face.

"Do I look like a dog to you?" Sasuke yelled at me.

"N-n-no S-S-Sasuke" I stuttered in fear once more. He just huffed.

"If you cook for a dog, then you can eat like one too." He said, then he threw my plate on the floor.

"EAT IT" He screamed in my face. I looked up at him with pitiful eyes and crawled over to where he threw my food. I ate silently, thanking whatever gods could hear me that I cleaned the floor. As I was eating, he walked up to me. I looked up at him, and received a slap across the face hard enough to split my lip.

"That was for cooking horribly." He said, then he kicked me in the back, and I fell to the floor.

"I'm going out. This better be clean when I get back." He said, and walked out of the door.

All I wanted to do was curl up on the floor and cry, but I knew that it would be worse if I didn't do as he demanded, so I pushed myself off of the floor and went to clean up. First, I washed my face, because it was dripping blood from all of the cuts from the broken plate and the split lip. Next, I cleaned up the dinner mess, all the while wishing for a way out. Finally when I was done, I went to the bathroom to shower. Before I stepped in, I looked in the mirror and was appalled by the reflection staring back at me. It seemed that every inch of my body was marked by Sasuke's filthy hands. There were scars everywhere, both mentally and physically. I cried again as I stared at the battered broken body before me, knowing in my heart that no one could ever love this ugly broken wretch that was doomed to forever endure torture at the hands of Sasuke.

After my shower I climbed into bed, silently sobbing. Before I could fall asleep, I heard the door open and I knew he was back. I hoped that he was too drunk to notice that I was fake sleeping, and that he would leave me alone. He climbed in next to me, and I felt dirty that close to that wretched man who caused me so much pain, but I had no choice. As I drifted off, I thought about that brunette again, and I decided at the very least he could be my friend. I planned to return to the tree while the teme was at work and hoped to meet him again. With that, I drifted off to the best night of sleep I could remember having in years.