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"speaking"

'thoughts'

[flashback]

I'll Bleed For You

Chapter 2: Feeling Greatly Unwanted

A single blue eye opened as he gritted his teeth at the dull pain that throbbed in both his wrists and his eye. The pain reminded him of what he'd done to himself. Looking around he saw he was once again in the hospital. Sighing he laid back against the pillows and closed his eye. If only Iruka hadn't heard him fall. Maybe then he would've been gifted with death. It would ease the emptiness in his heart.

He turned over and opened his eye again to stare at the bedside table to see a vase with a few fake flowers within it. He had to stop himself from rolling his eye, knowing that the blinded one would follow suit.

The sun trickled through the white curtains which annoyed him to no end. He wanted to get up and tear the curtains down but that would be fruitless. In fact there was no reason for him to get up at all. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, he could put himself into a coma. Then he'd never have to get up again. And if he stayed in the coma long enough Iruka might just have pity and pull the plug.

Then again, it sounded like to much work. Turning onto his back he stared blankly at the white ceiling, hating the color more and more the longer he stared at it. Closing his eye he stared to drift off to sleep once more just as he heard the door slide open. He kept his eye closed, not wanting to see who it was.

"He's still sleeping… When do you think he'll wake up, Tsunade? It's been two days already," Iruka's voice danced in the air worriedly.

"I… I don't know. I fear he may have put himself in a coma…" Tsunade's equally concerned voice replied.

He opened his eye to stare at three exhausted looking adults.

"Iruka, you look like a wolf gobbled you up and shit you down the wrong side of a mountain. That or Kakashi did it in a more pleasurable way," he said in a husky voice.

Iruka's shadowed and reddened eyes went wide as they locked gazes before his vision turned brown and he felt like he gained quite a few pounds. He felt wetness against his neck and instantly began to feel guilty about what he did to himself. But there was nothing he could do. It was done and past.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered.

Iruka pulled away and looked down at him, but Naruto refused to meet his gaze. Kakashi flicked him on the side of the head which caused the blond teen to glare until the pain began to throb heatedly over the side of his face. Tsunade came forward with a couple of pain killers and a cup of water.

"Here you go brat," she said, handing them to him.

Naruto nodded his thanks and took them to settle back into bed, waiting for the medicine to take affect. As he did so he just barely missed the look that Iruka and Tsunade passed between each other, as Kakashi continued to pester him from his blind side.

"Naruto, there are some people here to see you," Iruka said cautiously.

And just as those words left his lips a hulking figure walked over, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. A mane of long white hair was pulled back as warm, ink black eyes stared at him.

"Jiraiya? Haha! Hey Pervy-Sage what's up?" Naruto said cheerfully, happy to see his godfather.

The man's eyes seemed to lock onto his eye as a stern frown pulled at his lips before a huge bursting smile made it seem like it hadn't been there. But Naruto could still see it. Could still see the sadness in those dark, caring orbs.

"Hey, gaki! How's it going? It's been a while hasn't it."

Naruto once again had to strain to not roll his eyes as he stared at the old hentai novelist.

"Yeah it's been awhile. What's up?"

"Nothing really, just got my newest book published-"

There was a small noise from next to him and he looked over to see that Kakashi was staring rather intently at Jiraiya. Everyone chuckled at the silent interaction between the two as Jiraiya reached into his back pocket and pulled out a orange colored book to toss it at the mini pervert.

"Signed, first edition. Have fun."

And with that Kakashi sat at the end of the bed and buried himself in the words. Tsunade glared at Jiraiya fiercely, but Naruto felt there was more to Jiraiya's reason here. Staring between the two elders that question became bigger and bigger. Unnerving him as the two seemed to speak telepathically. Until finally Jiraiya spoke up.

"Hey gaki, I brought some friends of mine that I want you to meet."

Naruto tilted his head in curiosity at the words, wondering who it could be. Jiraiya looked towards the door and nodded his head. Ears perked at the sound of footsteps approaching he sat up in bed and leaned forward as if that would close the distance between him and the newcomers. Then the guests breached the curtain and a large hand appeared to push the thick cloth to the side and reveal three people. Two were males the other a female. The tall blond man and slightly shorter red headed woman seemed to be a couple if not husband and wife. And the tall, equally red headed youth behind them must be their son.

Staring at the trio and gazed at their features. The boy had to be a few years older than his own sixteen. His deep red hair was short and messy, styled very much like his own. Those narrow eyes were a pretty teal color that seemed to glow with mischief. He was tall and lanky, but grown into it well; almost as if he'd been all knees and elbows as a child. The mother was stocky, yet lean; in a powerful albeit a seemingly innocent posture. Her long hair was a shade or two lighter than her son's and her eyes were doe like and a deep green that seemed bright with an inner joy.

But the man was the one he stared at the longest. Shoulder length blond hair stuck out in tame spikes, his sapphire blue eyes were narrow, but they showed the deep wisdom of a leader. Tall and broad with angular features the two blondes locked gazes and Naruto's eyebrows shot up in recognition as a jolt of pain swept through him as the stitches pulled. Quickly the painkillers, having finally set it, quelled it to a dull throb.

"No…"

He knew who these people were and if the way the couple's eyes widened they finally saw it too. Naruto narrowed his good eye, his eyebrow furrowing at the action, to glare back and forth between Iruka and Tsunade. He spared no glance at Jiraiya.

"I want them out of my sight. I don't want them here, now or ever." He spat out with venom dripping from his words like rich honey.

The crimson haired female flinched back while the blond male had the nerve to look guilty. But the youth seemed confused by it all.

"I may just have been a newborn, barely out of the hospital, but I remember. Images that tortured me in the deepest of sleeps. Faces… Your faces! I was condemned because of you! Called the spawn of the devil!" He yelled at them as he tore the covers off of him to stand.

"Naruto you need rest. Please lie back down." Tsunade ordered, trying to push him back down.

But the mulish look she was given made her step back as Iruka tried to reach out and place a comforting hand on Naruto's shoulder. It was allowed to stay there.

"Mom… Dad… What's he talking about? You said my little brother was stillborn," the elder teen wondered aloud.

His teal eyes looked between his parents confused, but he got no answer to his question from the people he trusted the most. Instead it came from the underweight blond child before him. A child that looked like the spinning image of his father with the attitude of his mother.

"I'll tell you why they said I died. They didn't want to have to look upon me and see my birth defect everyday. Didn't want to have to deal with the all the questions it would most likely bring."

All was silent as Tsunade beckoned Kakashi and Jiraiya to step out with her to give them privacy. She tried to get Iruka to follow, but he just shook his head.

"I'm the boy's father. I won't let him stand alone." He stated firmly.

The blond man sputtered. "F-father?"

"Yes, I'm his father. I adopted him when he was only seven from that hellhole you abandoned him at," Iruka hissed, anger pouring off him in waves.

Naruto looked up at Iruka and couldn't help but smile. Iruka had always been there for him; every cut, every bruise. Even when he had slammed the door in the brunette's face and yelled that he hated him still hadn't deterred the man from showing his love to him.

"Dad, you mean more to me then anything in this world. But please, can I handle this on my own?"

Brown eyes gazed down at him, hesitant and wary. "I'll be fine Dad, promise."

Nodding he left, not looking at the biological parents the whole time. When he heard the door click shut he sighed and sat down on the bed and beckoned the other teen.

Cautiously he approached, halfway scared that he was going to be snarled at for the treatment he had received. But the child, he seemed as such, only took his hand in his own slim one and guided him down to sit next to him.

"I'm Naruto Umino. What's yours?" He asked, a bright cheery smile pulling at his lips.

"Kyuubi Namikaze… Are you truly my little brother?" Kyuubi questioned, desperate for the answer to drip from Naruto's lips, even though all evidence pointed towards it.

He had to hear it himself.

"Yes, I'm your little brother."

Kyuubi felt his heart seem to swell and bust open at those words. And though his demeanor was usually calm, quiet, and slightly aggressive he couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around the small blond and pulled him into a hug that he'd always wanted to give his apparently dead brother.

"I'm so sorry. Had I known-"

"You are not at fault here, Kyuu-kun. They are," Naruto said gently with a deadly stare sent in the direction of 'they.'

Looking into that blue orb he saw a dark wisdom embedded there. A wisdom that told him that the world had no mercy on children, even those that had no one to care for them. At that knowledge he felt an overwhelming anger pierce through him, causing him to clench his fist.

"Mother! Father! How could you?" Kyuubi snapped, standing to his full height which was even with his father.

"We didn't have the money to take care of him. He was an accident. And when we saw his birth defect. We knew it would raise questions since it doesn't run in either of our families," Minato explained.

"So you dumped him on the doorstep of an orphanage?"

This time his mother stepped up. "We knew he'd find a better home than ours. That's why, dear."

A dark gruesome chuckle floated up behind him and Kyuubi turned to see Naruto with his face in his palm, shoulders shaking.

"Heh. I never had the chance to find a home. One look at my eyes and I was proclaimed a demon and even called as such. I was fed scraps and had to cook and clean to earn my cold, dank attic room. Every time adoption day came around I was locked away in my room. No one from the outside was allowed to know I existed."

"Then how-"

"I'm getting to that you stupid little witch. It just so happens that my adoption was an 'accident' also. It was after the last newly formed family left that I was let out and told to go mop the floors. It was raining that day and they just burst in, soaking wet and arguing. I couldn't but freeze for a second before my common sense told me to run. And run I did. I booted my ass all the way back up to my room.

And what did I do? I buried myself into a pile of ragged pillows and blankets as I heard their footsteps. They were almost deterred by one of the workers… but I picked up the courage to leap from my hiding place and into the hands of my Mother Hen."

Naruto chuckled softly to himself and Kyuubi could only stare. "What was your birth defect? Why did they hate you so?"

All laughter left that tanned face that had three whisker-like scars on each cheek. The kid had to be bipolar; and he couldn't blame him either. But something told him those scars weren't from learning to ride a bike.

Silently, slowly Naruto reached up and took hold of the bandage to peel it away from around his head until all that remained was the piece of gauze over his eye. That blue eye gazed up at him, glowing with coldness. "It's changed slightly… After what I did to it."

Thin fingers took a corner of the gauze in a pinched hold and pulled it away, revealing a long jagged scar over his eye, the stitches made parts of it red and irritated. Kyuubi knew it had to hurt for he'd had his fair share of being sewn together. Naruto face scrunched up slightly as if in pain as he bared his teeth.

"Naruto… You don't have to," Kyuubi pleaded, not wanting his brother in more pain than he already was in.

But the young blond shook his head. "You must see. They must see."

And, with a force of will or effort it shall never be known, the eyelid snapped open and he heard his mother gasp in shock and his father slip a curse. Yet he himself said nothing, but was in fact morbidly awed by it. It was a lovely pale pink in color, like a blooming rose that had yet to turn red; the pupil now elongated like a cat's, or rather a fox's. That thought made him realize what color it had originally been. It'd been red and he had blinded himself to be rid of that cursing color.

"This is what happens when you are a toy to those who believe are better than you just for the simple fact that you're different for too long. Sixteen years I was made fun of for my eye color. Sixteen years I carried that burden in silence. But even the strongest tree falls when hit by the gentlest of winds."

Kyuubi rounded on his mother and father. "Don't appear so shocked and horrified! This is your fault! Face the facts you assholes!"

He watched his own father turn his stare to him, those already narrow eyes narrowing more. "Watch your tone of voice. I won't allow you to speak to us that way."

"I'm eighteen, Dad. I can say what I want."

Minato took a threatening step forward, baring his teeth. "Not while you're living under my roof, boy."

"Fine. I'm gone. You don't have to deal with me anymore. I'm packing my shit and I'm gone."

The blond elder laughed mockingly. "You've got nowhere to go."

"He can move in with us…" A timid voice offered.

All eyes turned to the brunette, who came to investigate the cause of the commotion. A slight blush covered those tanned cheeks and made his scar stand out more. "That is… If he wants to."

Biting his lip he snuck a sideways glance at Naruto who seemed overjoyed by the news. A grin pulled at his lips as he nodded, grinning at the more as he saw his father's livid expression. He gave him a deadpanned stare.

"I'm going to take care of my brother. So fuck off."

Minato roared and stormed out, cursing everything from the heavens to the deepest pits of hell. Kushina stood where she was, tears in her pretty green eyes. She took a step forward and kissed Kyuubi on the cheek and looked over at Naruto guiltily.

"If I had known that your treatment would be so abusive I never would've done it… Naruto."

Naruto nodded in acknowledgement to her hidden apology and Kushina nodded back, knowing she wasn't going to get anything more from him. Turning back to her son she patted his cheek.

"I'll make sure your father doesn't have all your stuff thrown in the trash when I try to pack it. Text him the directions and I'll have Shukaku pick up your stuff and take it to you. I love you dear. Don't ever forget that."

"I won't Mom. Don't let him be a pushover. And if Shukaku gives you any problems just tell me. I'll straight it out," Kyuubi chuckled, returning the kiss.

Kushina smiled and bowed to leave quickly from view. Kakashi soon entered the room again with a bored look on his face.

"Don't tell me we adopted another one Iruka-koi."

"Kakashi!"

A/N: Yatta! I got it out of my system. I hope this chapter was good. It took some brainstorming at a two-year-olds birthday party to come up with this. Ugh, my whole body is sore from running around and helping out. I need sleep. Please review!