Just How it is
By: Chubby-King-Chocobo
Summery: I gave up on the summery...just read...please...
CAUTION: Foul language, bad grammar, OOC-ness ((even though I am trying not to)), adult themes, an intolerably long author's note after the chapter to explain the thoughts behind the material in this segment...and anything else I am forgetting.
I am BETA-less so this is filled with errors.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it belongs to god-like genius, Masashi Kishimoto. I am nothing but worm beneath his feet.
Two pairs of foot steps could be heard walking along the deserted street. When the first pair of foot steps came to a halt, the second pair would halt. Naruto would walk for a few minutes, then stop. The person behind him would walk for a few minutes and stop. He would continue walking for several more minutes then suddenly freeze, and the other person would walk for several more minutes then freeze. This was getting far too annoying for Naruto.
'This has got to end!' his mind screeched, reaching its tolerance level. Whipping around, Naruto faced the shadowed figure standing two yards away and pointed an accusing finger at it.
"You!" He screamed, not having to worry about any residence. "What the hell do you want from me!" The shadowed figure said nothing. "I told you I was sorry for puking in front of your might presence didn't I!" Once again, no response. "You didn't even get any of it on you!" Silence. "Stop stalking me!" Naruto cried out in frustration.
'What is wrong with this kid!'
The redhead punk from the bus stepped out from the shadows, a smile slowly crept on his sickly pale face.
It wasn't a happy smile--dear god at least Naruto hoped it wasn't a happy smile--it was a twisted one, a one that made your blood chill and your legs freeze.
'Something is wrong with this kid...' Naruto though, feeling ever hair on his neck rise on its ends. 'Something is fucking terribly wrong with this kid..!'
It wasn't a smile of a sane person. It was a smile of someone who found its pray and wanted to kill it.
'Kill me!' Naruto's mind raced. 'I have to get away!'
The redhead suddenly launched himself at the blond, who's 'fight or fight' instincts kicked in. Naruto made a mad dash away from the crazed boy knowing that with the alcohol still effecting him, he wouldn't be able to hold his ground for long, though he did feel better after vomiting. Naruto winced at the memory. 'Too bad this freak doesn't seem like the forgive and forget type.'
A body suddenly slammed into Naruto, causing the two to wrestle on the ground. 'Holy shit, he's fast!' Naruto thought, guarding himself as clawed hands tried to scratch off his face. 'The fuck! He's trying to draw blood!' Naruto managed to wedge a knee between their bodies and kick the eerily thin psycho off of him, sending him flying. The older teen quickly scrambled to his feet, assessing the damage.
Naruto's orange sleeves were bloody and torn, wincing at the thought if that was his skin. He felt a little bruised, but nothing broken...yet. A breeze blew and against him, noticing his cheeks felt oddly cool. Touching his face with his hand, he drew them back to find them smeared with blood. He cursed. The freak's nails were sharp, he would bet those wounds on his face would scar.
The sound of rocks crunching against gravel caused Naruto to look up. His opponent stood impassively on his feet like a haunted puppet. Naruto suppressed a shudder. Slowly the boy raised his figures to his mouth, licking the blood that caked it. Naruto's blood. The redhead boy gave another unnerving grin.
Breathing unevenly Naruto prepared himself for another attack. Naruto knew he still wasn't in the best condition to fight, but what choice did he have? The scrawny teen was too fast. Physically, Naruto had the advantage, being bulkier and having longer limbs, however, the redhead was fast, agile, and insane.
"I'd be damned if Kiba found out I let some psycho eyebrow-less kid kick my ass," He hissed moving into a better fighting position, braising himself.
The redhead took that as his cue.
Both launched a punch, but Naruto's landed first, getting the redhead across the jawand moved to knee him in the stomach. 'All I need to do is knock him out!'
The redhead opponent quickly moved away and jabbed Naruto painfully in his side causing the blond to double over. The younger boy grasped a handful of the blonde's hair and raised his knee, crushing Naruto's nose, but was disappointed when no blood sprayed out. He raised his arm to claw the blond again when a hand held his wrist in a vice grip. Azure eyes flashed dangerously up at the boy before he felt the blond landed a solid punch in his stomach and kicked him in the chest. The pain didn't register until he landed flat on his back.
Naruto panted, wiping the blood from his nose and mouth, eyeing the limp figure on the floor. The blond found himself disturbed. Naruto watched the red haired teen as he landed the hits, but the more they fought, the more alive the freak seemed to get!
"He's not fucking human," Naruto gasped to himself.
More, more. Gaara wanted more. He felt so alive! He hadn't felt so alive in a long time. Kill. Bash. Shred. He wanted to play with and maim this prey in front of him. No matter how much he begged, he wouldn't let go of him. No he wouldn't. It was too much fun.
At first he wanted to kill the blond because he thought the blond was annoying. Something about the blond that he saw on the train was so annoying, irritating, irksome. He wanted to kill him and do the world a favor. But now, now, he wanted to have fun with this man and kill him after he's done playing with him.
Gaara could feel himself getting excited. He would torture the pretty blond, make him scream. He would give meaning to his existence.
Naruto wasn't a fighter. Nope he wasn't even close to one. As a child, he just watch other children practice through the window of the local doujio, watched a lot of ninja movies, and got into his share of fist fights. But this kid...Naruto has never seen anyone fight so desperately, so feral as the redhead. 'So why did it feel so familiar?'
Suddenly Naruto remembered hearing something about 'the eye of a tiger' during battles. 'Well, now I know what it's like staring into the eyes of a blood thirsty tiger,' he thought sardonically. 'Wonder if I look like chopped liver to him...'
Gaara launched again, moving erratically. Naruto took a swing when the he got close enough, but Gaara ducked and uppercut Naruto below his chin. The blond stumbled backwards, doing his best not to fall, but deemed it unnecessary when Gaara came to kick him in the head, and so quickly dropped to evade it. Gaara felt his legs give beneath him, as Naruto swiped low at his legs, causing him to fall. The redhead quickly stumbled back up and punched Naruto in the face, even before properly getting his footing.
The two continued punching, kicking, grabbing, clawing at one another, blocking, missing, evading, stumbling, falling, rising. Naruto received more hits than Gaara did, but was able to land a few criticals. All through the brawl, the far back corner of Naruto's brain persistently nagged at him to notice something. 'Notice what?'
The boy let out a raging growl as he sloppily aimed another punch at Naruto, who caught it and sent the fist right back. Gaara quickly regained his footing and blindly launched himself again.
Naruto's eyes shot wide open. He recognized this scene, the recognized it all too well.
Naruto grabbed Gaara's arm and held it tightly behind his back.
The desperation. The anger. The hate.
Naruto tripped Gaara forward, forcing him to fall crudely onto the gravel.
The loneliness. The depression. The fear.
Gaara struggled on the ground, thrashing around the best he could with a hundred and twenty pound Naruto pinning him down.
He knew it all to well.
"Heh, baaaka (Heh, stuuupid) !" An older child taunted, haughtily glaring down at a young, dirtied, Naruto below his feet. "Kono ore-sama ni katte nai zou! Hora (You can't beat this almighty me. See) !" He stomped on Naruto's back, who flinched and fought back a yelp. "Ryoushin wo shiranai kuse ni (You who doesn't even know your own parents) !" A circle of children laughed at the pitiful boy.
Fighting back tears, Naruto's small hands clenched the dirt under him.
"Urusai (Shut up) !" With all his might, Naruto lifted his back, causing the older boy to stumble backwards. "Ore wa zettai ni makenai dattebayo (I am never going to loose) !" Little Naruto let out a raging growl as he sloppily aimed another punch at the older boy. Naruto missed, and another fist slammed down into his cheek. Naruto fell to the grass but quickly got back up and blindly launched himself again.
Naruto panted heavily, starting to feel bruises, the fatigue, and the numbness of the after math. The panting boy under him stopped trashing as well and was content with testing his bonds...with no luck.
"You can't get out of there unless I get off of you," That renewed Gaara thrashing with a vigor. Naruto held him down tighter, afraid he would fall off with all the movement. "Good luck with that, I had a lot of practice holding down a wild mutt." Naruto stated trying to sound as self-assured as possible, silently praying his thanks to Kiba and their wrestling matches. The movement slowly came to a halt. Good. Readjusting himself on the boy's back, Naruto asked:
"Hey kid, what's your name?" Gaara tensed. "Don't worry, I am not going to give it to the cops," Naruto sighed. "So come on, tell me."
"...Get off," came a hoarse response.
"Woah! It speaks!" Naruto cried almost happily. "I know you can talk, so tell."
"...You have no business knowing my name," came another cold response. Naruto snorted.
"Yeah, and you had no business jumping me at night. Spill."
"...Gaara..." The redhead said softly. Naruto leaned in closer.
"Hmm? What was that?"
"Gaara," Naruto raised an eyebrow.
"First name or last ?"
"..."
Shrugging, Naruto dropped the subject which he though was unfortunate. They were starting to have a "normal" conversation too. Naruto mentally snapped his fingers.
"So, Gaara" The blond began finding he liked the sound of Gaara's name and readjusting to a more comfortable position, but no less restraining, (Kiba taught him that lesson) "why did you attack me?"
"...felt like it."
"That's not a reason, Gaara." Naruto deadpanned, shifting once again. Azure eyes glazed over as he whispered softly. "Fighting won't stop the emptiness."
Gaara froze at those words. Emptiness, what does this person know about his emptiness? The young redhead did his best to turn and face the blond. Sea-green eyes widen at what he saw:
The same eyes.
Onaji me wo shitteiru.
A lanky youth lazily rolled to his back on the soiled mattress. The pillows is disarray, lying carelessly on the bed, covers thrown to the floor during their heated romping. Radiating in the glow of after having sex, Daisuke ran his hands through his brown locks, stretching his nude body to it's full length, grinning in sleepy bliss. The sound of a clattering belt caught the minor's attention, making him frown and lift himself up, supported my his elbows.
"Are you leaving already, Sasuke?" the male Lolita asked, childishly rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Ah," the raven haired brunette replied, finishing with his pants and grabbing his shirt from the floor. "I have no reason to stay here." The boy continued to frown, watching Sasuke dress.
"Sasuke looks better in his birthday suite," he absently said to himself. The thespian smirked at the young whore's thoughts.
"I left your payment in your pants pocket," the Uchiha informed taking his jacket from the lamp stand and walking towards the door. Daisuke intently watched his patron with his large chocolate colored eyes.
"Come back again," he called out closing his eyes and sinking back into the creaking mattress. "I've never had such a great fuck. You felt incredible." Daisuke moaned just thinking about it, positioning himself in a seductive, submissive position, hoping the gorgeous man would fuck him again.
Sasuke smirked, watching the display with lustful black eyes but said nothing. A second later the Uchiha disappeared from the door leaving the young whore to himself.
"Kechi1," he giggled to himself, rolling over to dream of the Adonis.
Sasuke lit the cigarette propped up between his perfect lips and inhaled the toxic fumes, putting his silver lighter back into his pocket. The raven haired man ran a hand irritably through his sticky hair, putting it back in disgust. It wasn't enough. Fucking the boy wasn't enough. Something felt missing, he wasn't satisfied even though he pounded the poor boy senseless at least twice. Sasuke glanced at his Royal Royce noting the ungodly time. Perhaps he could still pick up a whore, male or female it didn't matter.
"Tsk." The Uchiha clicked in annoyance, knowing it wouldn't satiate his need as he made his way towards his BMW. It wasn't anything too fancy, but it was reliable and went fast enough for his liking. Perhaps he should just go home...
"Maybe that freeloader Kakashi finally moved out," He muttered harshly pressing the Start/Stop Engine button and listened to the engine purr berfor he tore down the road.
A royal blue BMW parked in the back parking lot of his mansion, or rather, his apartment. It was a lush estate built from the western style influence and note worthy architecture, the neighborhood around it was well groomed. Only people with money could afford to live in such an establishment.
Sasuke swiped the card, turned the key, and pressed the code to enter his apartment cell. It was a hassle, but the man didn't mind. Taking off his jacket, and tossing his keys on the counter, the Uchiha went to turn on the light when someone beat him too it.
"What are you doing coming home so late, Sasuke?" asked a gray haired man, who looked no older than thirty (despite his hair color) who was wearing nothing but sweat pants. The man leaned his toned, bare, shoulders against the wall, his posture lacking the strictness of his voice. Sasuke glared at the man in irritation.
"I thought I told you to leave my apartment, Kakashi."
"You thought right," the man quipped happily, "but you didn't answer my question." Sasuke snarled at is elder then smirked, knowing his answer would annoy him.
"I went to Shibuya and found some little, innocent, boy whose ass I fucked. Happy?" Kakashi frowned.
"No,"
"That was a rhetorical question,"
"I don't care, Sasuke. I told you not to have sex with whores, you'll get deceased." the gray haired man rebuked
"And I don't care, Kakashi. This is my life, I'll do with it as I please." Sasuke shot back pushing past his elder, purposely bumping their shoulders.
"I am your guardian. I am suppose to look out for you." The elder man persisted turning to the brunette.
"I am an adult now, I don't need you to look out for me." Sasuke rebuttal, picking out a fluffy caramel towel.
"Then why don't you start acting like one, Sasuke." The young Uchiha gave his guardian his dirties glare.
"Then why don't you leave me alone so I can?" Kakashi sighed, leaning fully against the wall in exasperation as Sasuke entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
The gray haired man with one scarred eye would have said that they would continue the conversation later, but what would it have done? It was the same argument over and over. He just wasn't reaching the boy. Then again, it was like that from the beginning. Hatake Kakashi was very happy he didn't have children of his own.
Between the thicket fields and the open roads, away from the apartments and houses, nothing but cricket and the occasional croaking of frogs can be heard. Umino Iruka had finished his night shift at Konoha Junior High Academy and was peddling his way home. Suite case in the basket, suite placed across it, Iruka berated himself for riding his bicycle to work that morning. Constantly bumping up and down from the gravel road, he berated himself yet again for not taking the actual road, but the rational part of his mind said that this path was safer from crazy teenage drag racers and their "drifting" whatever that nonsense was.
"Good thing this area isn't known for its gang violence," Iruka said warily looking around the vacant field, voice shaking along with the bike. "This place seems very ideal for---Gyaaah!" A crash and a moan rang in the starless night air. Iruka found himself sprawled on his side, which ached painfully along with his head.
"I should have worn a helmet..." He groaned propping himself up to find what cause his fall. Less than a meter away, beneath his toppled bicycle, was a body.
'A B-O-D-Y,' Iruka's head echoed...
"Oh my god! Are you alright!" He franticly crawled to the limp body, lifting his bike off of the stranger and shaking him violently. A head lulled to the side revealing brilliant blond hair caked with blood. The school teacher's eyes turned to saucers as he suffered a conniption fit. "Oh dear lord, Buddha, anyone! What should I do, what should I do, what should I do?" He chanted.
A rational part of his brain told him to check for a pulse. Gather his wits, the teacher flipped the wounded teenager gently on his back, and put his ears close to the unconscious boy's mouth and searched for breath. A wave of relief washed over Iruka as he saw the boy's chest slowly rise up and down, and felt the shallow puffs of breath.
Next, the rational part of his brain told him to check for any vital injuries. Iruka looked. Besides the damage to the head, there appears to be none. Just minor scrapes and bruises. The school teacher began wondering what happened to the poor boy. He looks foreign. Did he get beat up because of that? Iruka didn't think so.
"So what should I do now?" the brunette asked himself.
'Take him to a hospital?'
'No, that doesn't seem necessary.'
'Take him home with me?'
'But that might be dangerous. You don't know anything about this boy.'
Iruka stared down at the boy's face, debating with himself. He hesitated.
"The boy looks innocent enough..." He finally decided, but looked at his fallen bicycle. How was he going to take both this boy and his bike home? The school teacher made an whining noise in the back of his throat. "Do I really need to chose one over the other?" The choice was clear to Iruka. He would take the boy. He could come back for the bike later. It was the most humane thing to do. Nodding to himself in finality, Iruka hoisted the deadweight on to his back. Taking one last longing look at his bike... Iruka saw his suite case laying lifelessly on the gravel.
"Ah! I can't leave that!"
Naruto groaned pulling the sheets above his head as sun light prickled his eyelids. God he ached all over, especially his head. Why was that he wondered. Naruto's half functional brain mulled over the reasons with no avail and decided he would figure it out once he really wakes up. Snuggling into the comfortable sheets, he sighed in content, blocking out the pain from his mind.
Pain...
Pain..?
Gaara?
"Gaara!" Naruto yelled bolting up into a sitting position. The blond instantly found himself on the ground, being greeted by a unfamiliar cream colored room with eastern style futon, navy colored comforter sheet, books, wooden desk, chair...
"Where, am I?" Naruto babbled, headache and body pains coming back with a vengeance. "What happened?" he looked around once more, noting he was wearing someone else's clothes. "I remember being on top of Gaara2...he looked up at me...then he freaked out and..." He winced and put his hand on his head, surprised to find it wrapped in gauze and bandages on his cheeks. "That explains it." He said becoming more coherent. 'Must have hit me with a rock, crazy bastard. But that doesn't explain where I am...'
As if on cue, the door burst open and a flustered looking twenty-something years old man stood panting in the door way. Blue blinked at brown and brown blinked at blue. Brown blushed.
"Ah! I am sorry I just barged in like that, but I heard you shout and I just..." The man trailed off scratching his scarred nose awkwardly as the blond stared openly at him. "You speak Japanese right?"
Naruto nodded.
"Um...I found you on the gravel road last night, and I didn't know what to do so I took to my house...I hope you don't mind..."
Naruto scratched the back of his head grinning sheepishly.
"No I don't, um...thank you for taking care of me...sorry for troubling you." Naruto was not use to being so formal.
"Ah, none at all! You were pretty battered up." the man exclaimed genuinely worried. Naruto didn't know why, and he will probably never know why, but he laughed at his caretaker's awkwardness.
"You usually don't do this kind of thing do you?" the blond asked falling into ease.
"Ah...no." He admitting, a light blush still dusting his cheeks. "I am Umino Iruka, by the way."
"Uzumaki Naruto. Pleased to meet your acquaintance."
Author's Note:
1 Kechi means stingy/meanie
2 That sounded sooo wrong XD
Ah, I gave in to the temptation and wrote some dialogue in romaji (Japanese). I really tried not to...but I couldn't help it. The grammar is probably all wrong too.
Originally, I wanted to have the Naruto vs. Gaara fight scene, so they can become friends and bond later, so I did. I can't write fight scenes so I did the best I could. Gaara is seventeen, by the way, so he's the youngest introduced so far. So yeah. Gaara is just a psychotic, confused, teenager.
The idea of Kakashi being Sasuke's guardian is nothing original, but it works so well. Kakashi has a job and his own place, but he's concerned about Sasuke's well being so he stays at Sasuke's place a lot. I don't like Sasuke too much, you can tell, he's a bitchy little prick, but he goes so well with Naru-chan, so I have to tolerate him. He has his moments of awesome-ness glory though.
Sasuke use to have a mansion, but he sold it and lives in a high class apartment instead. He doesn't need all that room, so there it went. Kind of a waste. In Japan they call apartments mansions, so that's why I mentioned that.
Iruka is 26, Kakashi is 28. Let's just go with that.
I was rushed to write this last bit because for the rest of August I need to do my summer reading so it's kind of crappy. Woot. So updates will take a while...unless reviews ask nicely.
Feedback wanted. And coupling suggestions, though I am pretty adamant on SasuNaru.