Chapter Two: Names

"You know the pain that brought

you here today, so what can you do?

And you know the tears

for loosing those you love."

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Pein sighed exaggeratedly, leaning his forehead against the window as the scenery passed by.

"Goodbye Tokyo, heads up Konoha," he grumbled.

"Shut up," Hidan said, sitting at the table and grasping a knife above his shoulder. "You're interrupting the ceremony." He made a quick slash and blood oozed from the surface of the opening. "Oh yea, that's the stuff." He removed a silver necklace with a circle pendant encasing a symbol, and placed it on the table.

"Hey! Arashi is gonna kill you if you get blood on the carpet, un!" Deidara yelled from behind the wheel as he looked in the review mirror.

"Fuck it," Hidan said, continuing with his ritual and splattering blood all over the table.

"Where is he anyways?" Pein asked, removing his forehead from the window with a sharp smack.

"He was on the couch at the back," Deidara replied. He shrugged. "Dunno if he's still there now.

Pein stood, groaning as he stretched and his back cracked. He opened the sliding door to the back, shutting it behind him. The couch was facing away from him, the widescreen TV facing it with several other beanbag chairs and game systems scattered around.

Pein walked over to the couch and smirked a little when he saw Arashi lying across it, sound asleep.

Pein reached out a hand and let his fingers slide through the shards of coal black hair, watching it fall back down over Arashi's closed eyes. He couldn't blame the brunet for choosing a sleep in a room alone; Hidan was always obnoxious during a ritual.

Pein lifted Arashi's upper body gently, and sat down in its place on the couch, letting the other young man's head fall on his lap.

He stroked Arashi's hair as he tilted his head back.

How long had it been since he had met Arashi? Three years? Four? All that Pein knew was that when they had first met, Arashi was another person. A person that Pein would never truly know. He didn't know what Arashi's past contained, or how much pain he went through in his life, but the first time they met it was carved in his face like stone.

Itachi had introduced them almost four years ago. Pein remembered it had been cold and snowing, and it was just on Tokyo's borders.

Until that day Pein had never seen something so broken in his entire life. Even Hidan (who was the must fucked up fruit loop ever spawned) knew something was wrong with Arashi.

The first hint was the fact that Itachi was introducing them, and asking them to help the brunet make a life in Tokyo. Itachi only watched out for himself and on the off chance his brother, and would never go so far out of his way for somebody.

The second was Arashi's demeanor. He didn't speak a word, and he didn't even look at Pein and the small group. His eyes were lifted, and Pein could see the color of his irises, but he was staring right through them like they were ghosts.

The third and final clue was the numerous injuries on Arashi's body: scratches on his face, bruises on his arms and legs, and Pein had suspected more under his clothes.

The first two weeks of having Arashi with them were silent and uneventful. He was completely mute and only answered questions with a head gesture. He jerked away at any touch, and had even flinched when Itachi had placed a comforting hand on his shoulder beforehand. Arashi had gone ballistic when Deidara snuck up from behind and tackle-hugged him. Pein had just stared in awe as Arashi grabbed Deidara's arm and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him on the ground with his arm.

Hidan had laughed so hard he peed himself.

Obviously Arashi had had a violent past if those actions were anything to go by. But Pein wanted to know more.

Three months passed, and still not a word. But Pein couldn't help but be fascinated by Arashi. His black hair reached down to the nape of his neck, sometimes drawn into a small ponytail. His eyes were a light emerald with the smallest hint of blue that were illuminated against the dark color of his hair. His skin was a light tan, smooth and beautifully wrapped around the brunet's body. He was the same age as the rest of them, albeit a little shorter than average like Deidara.

Pein talked to Arashi, despite the fact that he wouldn't answer; he felt that the man was more of a listener. Finally one year passed, and Arashi spoke. It was a moderate pace of a couple short sentences a day, but it eventually grew to the regular speech habits of a person.

That's when Pein decided to make his move.

He and everyone else could tell that he had a "thing" for Arashi, but the brunet was still teetering to the anti-social side. But Pein made subtle moves- brushing his hand against Arashi's every now and then, scuffing shoulders whenever they passed. A little more time want by and Arashi was comfortable with regular contact.

Of course Pein made more bold moves then, and Arashi didn't show any objection, but he also didn't display any encouragement which bothered Pein.

The redhead's light touches soon turned into roughed caresses, and soon enough he was pinning Arashi to the wall and stripping him at whatever chance he was given.

Was the brunet excited? Happy? Afraid? Pein could never tell. During these times Arashi didn't show much emotion, and he didn't give Pein any sort of affection.

He didn't deny the redhead anything but a kiss. Arashi would never kiss Pein no matter how many times he asked, and would forcefully shove him off if he tried.

Pein was a little frustrated with this, but being allowed to have sex with Arashi made up for it. That beautiful body of his was just too tempting to ignore.

Pein jolted a little in surprised as Arashi let out and long sigh and shifted where he lay.

"Sas…" he murmured under the thick veil of sleep before going limp again.

Sas. It wasn't the first time Arashi had mutter such a thing. He said it mostly during his dreams, and sometimes in his nightmares. Pein had asked Arashi once what "Sas" meant, but Arashi just shrugged like he had no idea of what Pein was talking about.

Were they friends? Fuck buddies? Lovers? Pein had no clue. Then again considering that Arashi didn't spur on his affection in any way, he guessed it was the second of the three.

Pein looked down as Arashi stirred and opened his eyes slowly. He swiveled his gaze to Pein.

"Are we there?" he asked, yawning and stretching out his arms.

"No, we have about three more hours to go," Pein said.

Arashi sighed and sat up out of Pein's lap. "This is boring."

"What did you expect? We're going from Tokyo to Konoha, and since somebody didn't want to take the jet, we'll be driving for even longer."

Arashi shrugged. "Why do we need a jet? And besides, jet fuel is bad for the environment."

"Hippie," Pein scoffed, and Arashi smirked.

"Hey un!" Deidara shouted from the other room. "I'm takin' a break from driving, so let's play strip poker!"

Pein chuckled and looked back at Arashi. "Wanna play?"


Not twenty minutes later Hidan was wearing a pair of jeans, Deidara two socks and his underwear, Pein his shirt and underwear, and Arashi was fully clothed. Of course Arashi would be whipping them all—he was the master of poker. Deidara had taught him to play at first, and within a year he was kicking all of their asses.

"Hey, let's make this more interesting," Deidara said, waggling his blond eyebrows.

"Fuck, what?" Hidan sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, good idea Hidan!" Deidara smirked. "Whoever wins gets to choose who they want to fuck."

"I'm not a fucking homo!" Hidan growled at Deidara, who stuck his tongue out.

"Too bad! Either you accept the terms or you fold! And besides, you can't tell me that you don't wanna get some after being on tour for the past three months?"

Hidan glared daggers at Deidara, but nonetheless grumbled in acceptance. As much as he wanted to deny it his libido was at its breaking point.


The round didn't last long with Hidan and Deidara folding, and then there was only Arashi and Pein left.

Of course it came as no surprise when Arashi slammed Pein. Deidara wooted in happiness.

"Time to pick Arashi," he said, then swerved his eyes over to Hidan. "You can go now y'know. We already know that Arashi isn't picking you."

"Shut up shitwit!" Hidan shouted, tackling the blond into a wrestling heap on the floor.

Arashi laughed a little and shook his head. He looked at Pein, and the redhead's skin tingled. Was he picking him?

Pein pointed to himself dumbly and Arashi shrugged.


"Arashi…" Pein breathed into the brunet's ear, pinning him to the couch they were previously sitting on together. He glided his hands up the brunet's shirt, and looked back up to his face.

Eyes closed, face emotionless, as usual.

But Pein wasn't settling for the "usual" this time around.

He quickly disposed of Arashi's shirt, and licked a trail up the sun-kissed skin stretched out before him. He then nipped his way up to Arashi's neck, biting down on the brunet's collarbone.

He bit down a little harder, and Arashi winced slightly but didn't open his eyes.

Pein held Arashi's face in his hands steadily.

"Open your eyes," he said. "Am I that bad to look at?"

"No, I can't…" Arashi thought to himself, turning his head away. "Every time I do I see him…I need to forget his face if I want to start over…"

Arashi felt something press on his lips, and he shot his eyes open, pushing Pein off roughly.

"How many times do I have to—"

"Idiot."

Arashi's eyes widened. He knew that scornful, smoldering, loving voice. He looked up and he felt his eyes burn with suppressed tears welling up behind them when he saw the raven facing him.

"I was just trying to kiss you," he said, leaning forward again and brushing his lips along Arashi's neck.

Arashi shivered under that melting touch seeping through his skin. The scent that visited him in his dreams wafted around him again, and coal black eyes smirked at him.

Arashi didn't fight it as the raven pushed him back down to the couch, lapping at his neck as his pale ivory fingers danced their way up his skin.

Arashi groaned in pleasure as those wicked hands fingered the lip of his jeans, and he looked up at the man above him with pleading eyes, a light blush crossing over the bridge of his nose.

The raven smirked. "You're too cute Arashi."

"No," Arashi said firmly. "Naruto…"

Sasuke looked a little confused, but smiled back and chuckled sexily in his throat.

"All right, Naruto."

Naruto breathed in deeply, the sound of his name rolling off of those porcelain lips all he had wanted to hear in the past four years.

Finally…

Naruto felt hotter than ever as the raven above him removed his own shirt and lay down on top of Naruto, their bare skin flush up against each other.

Naruto released a heated sigh when the raven gracefully slid himself down the blond's golden body, hands gently removing his pants in the process. He sat up, removing his own with what seemed like a flick of his pale wrist.

Naruto's breath stuck in his throat as the man above him grinded their hips together, creating delicious friction between their arousals.

"Naruto," the raven said, shedding his and Naruto's boxers, letting them fall haphazardly to the floor.

Naruto leaned up to the panting man, tilting his head to face him, and pressed his lips against the others cravingly.

The raven placed a hand on the back of the blond's neck, pressing him closer into the kiss.

Naruto stopped.

This taste wasn't his, no…

"Something wrong?"

Arashi pulled back, green eyes clashing with dark brown.

Pein furrowed his pierced eyebrows.

"Who is Naruto?"

Pein didn't even have time to think as Arashi leapt up, pulling the redhead with him roughly. He threw the door to the room open, shoving him out and slamming it quickly.

Pein heard the click of the lock on the other side of the door and sighed.

He turned to see Hidan pinning Deidara to the floor, both half naked.

They stared at each other for a moment in complete silence before Deidara spoke:

"You don't talk about us and we won't talk about you."

"Agreed," Pein said quickly, running to his room.


Arashi put his back up against the door, panting, before walking away from it and into the conjoined bathroom.

He turned the knob for the water in the shower to the hottest setting before stripping and stepping in. The steaming droplets thundered against his back and stung his skin, but he didn't care.

Arashi stared down at the tiled shower floor, watching the water now stained with black stream into the drain.

Arashi blinked and rubbed his eyes roughly as they throbbed, and two faintly green colored discs fell out, revealing the light sapphire color that they hid. The brunet rubbed the scorching water harshly against his face, wearing away heavy tan shades.

He didn't stop until he could feel all six of the black whisker scars in their rightful places on his cheeks. He ran his fingers through his hair, sending the last of the dark dye splattering to the wet tiles below.

Naruto leaned back against the wall of the shower, and let himself slide down to the floor in a broken sitting position. His head bobbed down to rest on his knees, and he wrapped his arms around his legs, embracing them tightly as the water beat down on him, his golden locks spilling over his knees.


Hm what is to come? ::evil grin::

Sky-eyed Kitsune