This idea/several chapters has been sitting on one of my memory sticks for a while... Okay, since August when I got grounded and had absolutely nothing to do. I found it yesterday and fixed all the little quirks. Yay! New story!
Note: I don't own the characters. Will have BL themes. O.O Rated M for scenes of violence(?), deaths(?) and lemons.
What If We Could
Prologue
What if we could
Put our lives on
Hold and meet some
Where inside of the world
I would meet you
Would you meet me?
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My name is Naruto Uzumaki and I am a Prince.
Now, I know what you're all thinking. 'OMG! Castles, Princesses, Knights, Dragons and Chivalry!' Okay. Let me start out by saying, uh, no. I wasn't born into some prestigious royal line and given everything I ever wanted since I was born. No. My 'royal' status was taken by gun point. That's right. Taken. My father showed up in this city a nobody. He met my mother. They had me. I was born in a freakin' shabby one bedroom apartment for christs sake. Then, somehow, my father became entangled in the mafia and when his boss had my mother killed and left me for dead, my father had killed him and took his place.
I remember seeing it in the papers when I was nine. My father had killed the boss and his wife and had sent the entire city into an uproar. Of course, they couldn't prove my father had done it, I mean, it had been his job to make sure no one could ever figure out what happened to the people his boss told him to get rid of. The war my father started lasted two years. And when it was finished, my father ruled over the entire South side of the city. We moved to a nice penthouse in a big building, I got body guards, and everyone referred to me as 'The Prince' by the age of eleven.
Now, I know what you might be thinking. My father is a monster. Not true. He's a nice guy. He says he never wanted to be the boss, but after his 'screw up', as he refers to it, he gained a following. Mostly made up of the guys he used to 'work' with or 'worked' under and he became top dog. And in all honesty, if my mother had never been murdered, none of this would have ever happened. I know that for sure.
I now have everything I could ask for. Hell, I have everything I never thought to ask for. But now life sucks. Once you get past the daily assassination attempts, being followed by police waiting for you to do or say something incriminating, and the never allowed to be alone thing, life is pretty boring. I'm only seventeen and I literally have no friends.
When you're the son of a mob boss, nobody wants you around.
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My name is Gaara Sabaku and I am a killer.
I was born into the Sabaku family and my family has had a hold over the North side of this god forsaken city for generations. After my mother died giving birth to me, my father went off the deep end. He forced me to become the lowest of the low. He had me trained to be a weapon. Deadly and lethal by the time I was fourteen. No matter what my siblings say, I know my father hates me. You'd have to hate you're child to make them kill people when they're only ten. You'd have to hate them to send them to a heavily guarded crack house with nothing more than a knife and a Walther P22 with one clip for roughly forty men at age twelve.
My father generally disregards my existence and if they weren't afraid of me, I'm sure everyone else would too. I actually doubt anyone other than the higher ups and my family even know I'm the son of their leader. I don't live with my family either. My father would never allow it. As soon as I was able to take care of myself somewhat, he sent me to live in one of the buildings he had control of. He pays the rent. He pays me for every body they lay into the ground whose life I ended. But he never talks to me. And he refuses to see me.
My sister Temari will stop by once a week. My brother Kankuro will come with her. I want them to love me, to want me to love them... but I can see it in their eyes... they fear me. They fear the monster father created just like everyone else. I can't blame them though. Even I fear what I've become. I don't tell anyone this. In fact, I think I don't tell anyone anything. I think I've forgotten how to talk.
It's hard to live life hating your self. I've put a gun to my head several times. I think my room must be bugged or something, because every time I do, someone comes and interrupts. That or even god hates and fears me. No, it's probably the devil who doesn't want me around him. I'm only seventeen and everyone, including myself, wishes that I didn't exist.
When you are essentially a weapon, death is the only thing you dream of.
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My name is Sasuke Uchiha and I am a nobody.
In my world, to be the second born son is pretty much the same thing as being nothing. When our father and mother were murdered, by my own brother I suspect, Itachi took father's place as boss of the East side. My grandfather took our turf from the previous boss with lethal force and expanded the tiny area by taking over the edges from the previous South boss Hiruzen Sarutobi. Sarutobi's son was in the process of getting it back when he was murdered and the current South boss, a man named Minato, who refused to fight over the strip of land with my father.
Due to this, I know my father had some respect for new leader of the South. I learned things were becoming better between the South and the East and the leader of the North began feeling threatened by the forming relations between them. Many in our 'gang' have the theory that the North was behind the slaying of my parents. Along with rumors that the South had lured them into a trap. Needless to say things between all of us have become strained.
Everyone knows me. Everyone one greets me like I'm someone important. But I know the truth, unless Itachi dies with no heir, I will never be of any importance. And though I'll never show it, this thought kills me everyday. It hurts. It hurts almost as much as my parents being murdered.
This makes me sound horrible, I know, but I was so young when they died. The only real memory I have of them is when I found them in the living room the next morning. That was a morning I'll never forget. I wanted to watch cartoons before Mom made me get ready for my tutor but when I walked in, rubbing my eyes, I slipped in something on the hardwood floor, knocking my head hard enough to knock me out. I woke up covered in blood beside the mutilated body of my parents. Itachi came running down the stairs after I screamed and before I passed out again, I saw him smile.
I don't cry when I think about them and I no longer shrink away from Itachi's hand. I just do as he tells me. I never argue with his word. Because if he wanted to, he could dispose of me. My brother says he loves me. He says he will do anything to protect me. But I tell myself I can't believe anything he says. I'm only seventeen and fear my own brother will have me killed.
When it's your only remaining family you fear, there is no one you can turn to.
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God I would
God I would
I would meet you
Would you meet me?
-Blue October
O.o A very, very, very boring and short prologue, but I promise this gets better. Shall we see where this goes?
Chapter song - Roses by April Sixth.
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