TTOC chapter 3

A/N: Hey hey! Didja miss me? Of course you did! Here's a little Christmas (or Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa) treat just for my lovely followers!

WARNING: the same as in the other chapters.

DISCLAIMER: the only thing I get out of this is a wonderful sense of self satisfaction.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! READ ME!: I have nothing against New York and New York City, all of my relatives live there, except for one, who stubbornly lives in Montana. I go up every summer, and I'm actually going up to visit my grandmother in Queens this Christmas (tomorrow!). Anyone who lives, lived, or has relatives in NY/NYC, I mean no offense! And, could anyone be kind enough to name a place where I could get good Japanese food for a reasonable price near Queens or Brooklyn? I totally wanna get some while I'm there.

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I expertly weaved through the crowded New York streets. I walked quickly, and with purpose. I checked his iPod. 3:55 AM, I don't have much time.

Quickly weaving through the crowded city streets, dodging quite a number of groping drunk girls (and even a few guys) I made my way to the subway station. Swiping my metro card, I rushed down the stone hallways, ignoring the litter and rat droppings that were strewn across the floor.

I raced down the stairs, spotting the subway that was to take me to the city's edge, and without a second thought, walked in.

I found a seat squished between a fat man that smelled strongly of alcohol, and a hooker. 'Gotta love New York City alcoholics, hookers, and druggies everywhere' I thought sarcastically as I slapped away a hand from my inner thigh. This was going to be a long trip, a very painful trip.

The sky was turning a light blue by the time I stepped out of the Taxi and into the mountains of Pennsylvania. I had spent two hours navigating the fucked up metro system of NYC, before my metro card had run out. I had walked nearly five miles before I had spotted a passing taxi.

I frowned as I counted my money. Only sixty bucks, that taxi had cost more than I thought. Fucking New York. Everything was so fucking expensive. I looked around the small town I had been left in. It consisted of one large main street, the one I was standing in now, with tiny side streets branching out from either side.

The town as a whole seemed dusty and outdated. I smirked smugly, it was perfect. There was probably only one building in the entire town that had internet connection.

I walked slowly up the cracked asphalt of the big street, looking around as I went. For such a small town, the store fronts and homes seemed to be really clean and immaculately neat. I stopped walking when I was confronted by a large building that looked considerably more expensive then the surrounding buildings.

With a glance at the large sign that read 'tourist center' and without hesitation, I walked in. The interior of the building was comfortably bright, and the floor under my shoes was well polished tile. Walking up to a kiosk, that read 'Tourist information' I once again went over my decision in my head. I honestly don't know why I was questioning my decision so much, I had already thought so much about it in weeks, even months prior to my decision.

But now that I am actually doing it, my feelings are much different than expected. Surprisingly, I am going to miss my family, well, I'm going to miss what my family used to be. The way we used to be so close, we used to get along, we used to have races and contests. Then dad died.

To think that I was actually happy when he died. What's wrong with me? Apparently a lot.

I walked out of the visitor center a few minutes later, map in hand and a palm in my head.

I bent forward, placing my hands on my knees and wheezing. "Fuck" I muttered to myself. "I am so out of shape"

I straightened up, bending over backwards, wincing as I felt my spine pop. That heavy bag really did a number on my back. Before I left, I had hit all the shops in the area, getting what I thought was important, and stuffing it into the back pack I had brought.

Right now it was stuffed to the brim, full of blankets, un perishable food incase of an emergency, and a jacket, because I heard it gets cold around this time of the year.

I huffed, and straightened my back, readjusting the backpack. Tiredly I continued walking. I had been walking for about two hours, and still had not found a suitable place to stay.

I guessed that it was around eight AM now, and I was getting pretty hungry. I may not look like it, but my family goes and stays in the mountains every summer, I know my way around the wild.

Two hours later, I was tired and lost. Okay maybe not. I admitted to my self. I heard the sound of running water, and I decided that I may as well take a drink, seeing as my flask was almost empty.

I walked through the weeds and bushes and came upon a beautiful scene. A medium sized waterfall flowed down an uneven and rocky cliff face. The water crashed into a large and deep pool. From there, the water flowed downstream into a river, the large boulders obstructed the river and created small clear pools of water. It was magnificent.

Smirking, I decided now was as good a time as any to take a break. I shrugged, carefully claiming up the damp cliff face, using the uneven stones as hand holds.

As he reached a place near the top, i slipped. Desperate, I reached my hand out, hoping against all odds that I would be able or grab something. My hand caught, and my fall abruptly stopped. I pulled himself up, which was a difficult task due to the pressure of the water pounding on my back. The water filled my mouth, making him gag.

I was surprised, to feel my head break out free from the sheet of water. The first thing I did was take several gasping breaths. The next thing I did was pull the rest of himself up. The I laid on the damp and cold stone, taking several gasping breaths.

I lifted his head weakly and looked around. I was in a cavern of some sort, it was very dark, as well as damp. I grinned, I couldn't wait to explore it.

I waited a couple of minutes until I deemed myself ready to get up. I swayed unsteadily on my feet at first, but eventually I was able to right myself.

I walked further into the dark cavern, hardly able to see anything. I swung my soaked backpack off my shoulder and unzipped it. The contents were dry. I'm so lucky I opted for the one with the waterproof interior instead. I pulled out a flashlight, re-zipping my bag and leaning it up against the wall of the cave.

I shined my flashlight into the interior, and saw that it was actually wider than I thought. At the back of the cavern, was a rock, a crack leading to what seemed to be another part of the cave.

There was some vines on the slanted roof, so I walked over and pulled them off, the mud squelching in hands, they came off to reveal a opening under an outcropping of rock. Sunlight streamed in through the opening on the cavern. It was like a window!

With the first cavern now thoroughly explored and much brighter, I decided to go and explore the second cavern. The back part of the cavern was way bigger, but the ceiling was way lower to the ground.

It was so low that I had to bend over to get in, so around four feet, maybe higher. The cavern was roughly circular in shape, but much dryer. It was also warmer because it was not soaked with water.

At the back of the cavern was an outcropping of rock about two feet high, which continues to the edge, around four feet wide. I smirked. This would be the perfect place to stay.

A/N: So basically Sasuke faked his own death to get away from all the bad things in his life. I would make him live in another city, but that has some legal issues that u really don't want to bother writing about.

Read my story 'Engagement' it's a short narusasu fluffy oneshot with Christmas as the theme.

The next chapter will be a collage about all the time spent there.

~SaikaMasomi