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You open your eyes but are once again met with darkness. But it doesn't bother you anymore because you think it's fitting. You never would have expected to become blind, what you did expect was to have your dead body found lying face down in a ditch somewhere with more drugs then there was blood in your veins. So of course it was a bit of a surprise when Doctor-Dickhead told you your eyes were now useless. But it didn't bother you as much as you originally thought.

So you let him do what he wanted. Let him put you in huge machines to look at X-rays that allows them to see how bad the damage was. You let him run his tests, poke and prod your body; not like you have anything else better to do then to lay there and sleep.

When you first woke up you remember the ache of the burns, the familiar feeling of pain. They're healing now, but slowly. But there is one thing that makes it all bearable.

Painkillers. And lots of them.

It's funny how you can get the nurses and doctors to bend to your every will, your every beck and call. Like a coil wrapped around your finger. Or strings of a puppet, each thin piece of thread connected from their bodies and controlled by every flick of your finger.

You find amusement in their pity. So your blind, so what? S'not like you wanted to travel and see the world or something retarded like that. You've seen all there was to see of this ugly world and you're content with just rotting away in your hospital bed.

"Hey."

Your fingers are beginning to twitch and your head beginning to pound. The morphine the nurse gave you is wearing off and you want more.

Much more.

"Hey." You say again. When you know you have the doctor's attention you reach your hand out and blindly search for his coat. "It hurts." Is all you have to say.

And you smirk to yourself because you can hear him shuffle away and hear the familiar rip of plastic as he gets the drugs ready for you.

Ah yes, life is good.

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It was a week later that you feel a presence beside you. You know someone is there but you don't know who. You've only been blind for a little while so you still haven't mastered your other senses. But you can feel someone next to you. Hell you can practically taste them.

But they stay away from you. The person stays by your bed but never touches you. Once in a while you can feel their fingers hover over you but they never make contact. So you say the only name that would jump out at you at such a time of peril.

"Sakura?"

But it was illogical because anyone who knew you was either dead or moved away. But it doesn't stop you from calling out to her like you used to.

"Sakura, is that you?"

Your world comes crashing down when tears hit your face and that same smell hits you.

"I'm happy." Sasuke says, his voice smooth like silk, "that you're alright." After that his voice cracks due to his tears

"It's you." Is all you can choke out.

And it is. He's sitting on the chair next to your bed watching you, crying over you.

Him and his seventeen-year-old self.

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You try not to react to him. But he knows that you know he's gonna get something out of you. Because he knows that you know he still wants you. And you know that he knows that you know you do. But he also knows that you know the reason why you don't want to touch him. And he wants to get it out of you.

But you won't budge.

So he tries to do little things, anything to get you to want him again. He wants to push you to the point where you snap.

He wears his best cologne, not too much because he knows that your nose is very sensitive now. He speaks softly because you know he watched how you would wince every time the nurses would speak too loudly and hurt your ears. He glides his fingers across your skin in feather like touches because he knows that for a blind person soft touches are the most intimate of things above all. Your skin is hypersensitive and each time he runs his fingers across your hands you have to fight off that well known urge to take him.

And he knows this and is trying to get you to explode. And you know you will if he continues.

So you in your hospital bed and hospital sheets turn away and grit your teeth. You steel yourself up and try to ignore him.

But you're slowly crumbling.

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It's very late at night when you hear something suspicious. Your sensitive ears pick up the sound of soft footsteps, footsteps from someone sneaking around. You tense when your door is slowly inched open and immediately that wonderful scent hits your nose.

So he's here.

"What are you doing?" you demand. But you hear the tall tale sound of him shushing you gently and you hear the door close.

Your heart stops when you hear it lock.

"What are you doing?" you say once again but for some reason much softly. You try not to feel nervous and suspicious. You try to block him out but you can't. Not when his lips are to your jaw and his feather like fingers are gliding across your arms; especially not when he sides the covers from your waist.

"Shh," he says again, his breath hitting your ear. You shiver and have to do everything in your will not to freak out when he throws a leg over your body and straddles you.

Dear god it was like last time.

"Get off me," you hiss at him, blindly reaching up to throw him off. But he presses his lips gently to yours and begins to undo your hospital gown.

"Shut up," he tells you gently but firmly, his voice causing ripples to travel through your body. When he finally has your gown loose from its bindings he slides it down your body and leaves it to pool at your waist. The air in the hospital room was crisp and he was like a human furnace. He places another chaste kiss to your jaw and you feel his fingers move once again. You feel the pads of his fingertips travel across your body, gentle in the way they touch you.

It takes you a while to finally piece together what he's doing. He's kissing and touching your burns, softly, as to not aggravate them, tenderly as to acquaint himself with them. It's only when he reaches up and places a kiss on both your eyelids do you finally smell his tears.

"You could have died," he whispers. Internally you congratulate him for keeping his voice smooth and steady. You swallow the knot in your throat and grab his wrists in a firm but gentle grip.

"What are you doing here?" you say. You can hear him chuckle and he pulls his wrists free and slides his hands down your chest.

"I want you," he says sweetly.

"We're in a hospital bed." You say dryly. But that doesn't deter him.

"I know, kinky isn't it," he chuckles and kisses the spot where your shoulder meets your neck and you try so hard not to react. But it's too late because you're already hard.

"You're seventeen." You choke out. It's your last and defense but you know that he doesn't care. He finally kicks off your gown and you run your hands over his outer thighs, feeling smooth skin until your fingers hit material, miles away from his knees. You feel that he's only wearing his boxers and a loose shirt. You can't help but wonder what he would look like in a mini-skirt, would his legs be as creamy as you remember? If you still had your sight and you asked him to put on a show would he do it? What would it look like? Would his legs glisten as they did before when they were wrapped around you waist, shaking in ecstasy on top of your truck? Would his eyes be as electrifying? If you do fuck him, right here, right now in this hospital bed would his face have that same look of pure euphoria? Would he still call out to you in that voice?

You feel him pull off his boxers and you catch the scent of your musk combining with his. He licks and nips along your neck and chest and you run your hands up and down his semi-clothed hips.

"What color is it?" you whisper to him, fisting the shirt in your hands. He takes your hand and you gasp a little when he slips one of your fingers into his mouth.

Gods you want to know what he looked like right now at this moment.

"Orange." He whispers back.

"Kinky." Is all you can say.

The rest of the night is filled with the soft sounds of sex and the hospital bed creaking. You when your fingers, now wet with saliva slip into something wetter and tighter you groan because you can only imagine your member being swallowed by that very heat. Your breathing turns harsher and you hear Sasuke take a sharp breath as he impales himself deeper on your fingers. You wiggle them and try to help with the stretching and soon he's rocking his hips to our fingers, trying to get them deeper. Everything is slick and wet; you run your other hand over the inner part of his thigh and feel the subtle hint of a quiver. You feel him pull away from your fingers and you growl when you feel him finally take a hold of you.

"Naruto," he whimpers as he sinks inch by inch onto your shaft. You grab his hips in a bruising grip and slide him deeper down. He jerks a bit and you can hear him grit his teeth. God he was so tight. When he's fully seated you throw your head back and try to get your breathing back to normal because you're afraid your heart will burst in your chest. When he finally gets moving up and down, grinding down on you, saying your name like a prayer you lose all concentration because you can almost imagine what he looked like.

Glazed black eyes, red tinted cheeks, plump pink mouth open in pleasure, hair plastered to his cheeks and a look of pure pleasure. You can imagine him throwing he head back, you imagine what his hair looked like. You hear him whine, trying to keep quiet so that you both don't get caught. But it was so hard because with this sort of pleasure, god you wanna fucking scream it out to the heavens, just like you both did that night on top of your car. When it was nearing the end and you felt him explode, you, nearing your end, grabbed him by the hair and you sunk your teeth into his neck. He collapsed on top of you and released his hold on you and laid down beside you. But you weren't done. Because now that it's easy for you to imagine him and those black eyes, you want him so much more. So you roll on top of him and blindly pull his legs apart. You pant into his ear as if you were the hormonal teenage boy instead of him.

"Again."

You once again sink your teeth into his white dainty neck and for a week he complains that he has to wear turtle neck sweaters.

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It's been a week since that night and he has come back day after day and occasionally late at night. You don't know how he manages to sneak into your room so late at night let alone the hospital but you don't voice your questions let alone tell the nurses even though you know you should. Time and time again he sneaks in and you find that you're beginning to think of him as the man he is growing to be and not the child. So it's beginning to get easier and easier to push him flushed against the sheets and take him again and again.

You've calmed down and take to notice that you're not bugging the nurses or the doctors for more drugs. And you think that it's time to finally get away. He's taking you over, filling your thoughts with him every day, and practically engraving himself into your bones. It's bad enough that every time he leaves you crave for more like the drug addict you are. So when you feel the doctor float by you grab the tail end of his coat and demand his attention.

"I need to make a phone call." You say firmly.

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"Thank god you're okay!" you grunt as Sakura throws her arms around you and shoves you to the hospital bed. "Why didn't you call me soon you asshole?" she shrieks in your ear, making you wince and hiss.

"Fuck Sakura! You'll blow my ear off!" you shout.

"You'll deserve it you prick!" she shouts back in retaliation but lowers her voice anyway. She sobs into your scarred chest and periodically slaps you all the while telling the distressed nurses and doctor to politely fuck off because she's seeing her ruined friend and they'd better leave before she beats the shit out of them.

Gotta love Sakura.

After a good hour of all the dramatics you pull her off you and blindly reach up and try to wipe her tears away.

"Sakura." You say softly. "Sakura I need to get out of here." She takes your hand into hers and she presses it to her tear soaked cheek and you feel her nod.

"I'll take you with me." She promises. "I'll take care of you."

You leave on a cold Sunday morning with snow crunching under your uncoordinated feet without a word and you know that when he comes back to the hospital at night he'll find an empty crisp hospital bed.

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"Today is the day you begin a new life. Today is the day you become something better. Today is the day you become beautiful…today is the day you die and become reborn."

These are the words your mother would tell you every morning. But you always laughed at those words because every time you know they were a load of shit.

No one can change overnight and she should have known better then to tell her small son that. Should have known that every time she whispered those words into your ear every morning you'd die a little inside

Because you didn't know how to change, how to become something great or something beautiful. There was only one thing you did know.

You knew how to die. But not how to be reborn and live. There were so many things you wanted to ask her. So many things you wanted to say. But you bit your tongue till it bled and gave her a bloody smile. Because like she said you would you died. But you have yet to be reborn.

"Once you do that my boy, you will learn to love with all your heart and embrace the beauty in life."

For a long time you still feel like your mother betrayed you because you tried for so long to become something great. To become a better person then you were yesterday.

To love.

For a while you felt as dead as the gold fish your mother gave you and you forgot to feed for a week. When you betrayed Sakura and messed around you didn't feel the slightest tug in your heart. But your body did. Your cheek stung when she struck you in the face, but not your heart. In fact, on the inside you laughed at it all. You laughed at the look of fury on her face and especially the tears at the corner of her blazing eyes.

Your body spilled the tears when you called her, begging her to forgive you, but not you.

Never you.

Sometimes you think that you're a monster. A demon. Because every time you visit your mother in the hospital after a rather harsh beating you'd never utter a word of compassion or sadness.

Only words of hatred.

You can remember the look of slight fear in your mother's eyes when you sat before her in a rage. You can remember how she'd flinch when you spoke.

"I'll kill him." It was always a promise, never a threat. "I'll kill that bastard."

And she would try to assuage your anger, anything to get back her young loving son.

"It's the alcohol. He didn't mean to do it…he's still your father." She'd say softly. But like the horrible son you were you'd only crash every hope she had.

"He's not my father and I'm not his son." You'd hiss.

And your mother would cry silently because she knew as well as you did that you'd never be the same. Because your father destroyed you and so did she.

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You're twenty-seven when Sakura decides it high time for you to get clean. You couldn't disagree more.

"I'm putting you in rehab." Sakura tells you early one morning. You're out of the hospital but occasionally go back so that they could take a closer look at your eyes to see if they can somehow magically make your eyes start working and give you the ability to see again. But you're not holding your breath.

However you still have yet to get over your addictions and you're having a jolly good time going through detox. So naturally you're a bit irritated when she suddenly springs it onto you that she's sending you to the loony bin.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you roar. She must be enjoying this if she's not yelling back the sarcastic and sadist bitch.

"No I'm not." She shoots back. You open your mouth to yell some more but you hear her walk out of the room.

"Sakura?" you scream, "Sakura! Don't you fucking walk away from me!" you scream. But she has and you know that she won't come back until she sees improvement

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You remember the day your mother died. You remember the frightened look on her face as she laid, nothing but skin and bones with sunken in eyes and sunken in cheeks, in her hospital bed. She was scared, not frightened by the fact that she was leaving you in this cold world all alone but because of the fact that she was going to die.

She was going to die.

She…you're mother…was going to die.

You remembered how she reached out a bony hand and grasped yours in a grip as tight as a human skeleton could. Tears slipped down her cheekbones (they weren't even worthy to be called cheeks anymore) and her body shook from the sobs racking her body.

"Don't leave me." She sobbed to you. And you, you in your seventeen year old body and mind didn't hold her hand back. You didn't know what to do. Here lays the woman who stood by your father and protected you from him. Here lays the woman who carried you in her womb and brought you into the world. Here lays the woman who taught you how to crawl, walk, run, jump, talk. Here is the woman who hid you behind the couch from a crazed drunk father. Here is the woman who loved you.

Here lays the woman who failed you.

"Don't leave me." She continued to sob.

Here is the woman who walked passed your open bedroom door without a glance inside as her husband's mistress forced you to touch her.

Here lays the woman who watched as Iruka, Kiba and Akamaru in their fifteen and ten-year-old bodies stole you away from the house to protect you from her crazed husband and never lifted a finger to help. Here lays the woman who is prepared to leave you all alone.

Here lays the woman afraid of death.

Here lays the woman so afraid of death she is clinging to you and begging you, a seventeen year old boy, not to leave her in death's cold embrace.

You remember how her hospital gown seemed to swallow her whole, and how she barely made a dent in the hospital mattress.

You remember letting go of her hand and watched as her heart monitor began slowing down. You remember the look of betrayal in her eyes as you walked away from her still breathing body.

You remember leaving her all alone in her hospital bed to die.

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Leaning back in your chair, you prop an elbow up on one of the armrests then rested the side of your face against your open palm.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto, I'm twenty-seven, and I recently fucked a seventeen year old boy."

"Hello, Naruto." The watery eyed patients said those two words in unison causing you to crack a smile. It was like listening to a choir of sex addicted, alcohol drinking, drug abusing, child molesting angels. So it's no surprise to you that they never once bat an eye at your confessed adultery with a child.

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"A seventeen-year-old boy?" it's also no surprise that word came back to Sakura. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" she shrieks. "A little fucking boy! You had sex with a child!" you're pretty sure that if you could see she would have a disgusted look on her face. But you shrug your shoulders and just argue for the fun of it all.

"He came onto me first." You say, trying to hide your amusement.

"He's seventeen! Boys his age will come onto anything!"

"If it makes you feel any better he sucked me off when he was sixteen. And I've wanted him since he was fifteen." You're not helping the situation and you don't want to. You honestly had no plan. Everything is gone, your grandmother, your mother, Iruka, Kakashi, Kiba, Akamaru, your sight, Sakura's only with you through pity and necessity, and you don't know what to do. You only wanted to get away. So after a moment of stunned silence in which Sakura was trying to digest the sickening bomb you dropped on her you get up from the table you were sitting at and try to feel your way to the door. But once you thought that you were home free her whispered voice reaches your sensitive ears.

"Naruto…I'm getting married Naruto." Just as you had dropped a bomb on her she drops one back. You know what she's trying to say.

She can't take care of you. There won't be any room for you in her life. Not like when you were young. Back then with one phone call or one tear from you, she would come running to your aid because in her eyes you were someone who needed help, someone she held dearly to her heart and letting you suffer alone was never an option. But she's getting married now and she won't be there. Not anymore.

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You find that this is becoming tiresome. You sick of this pity and you're sick of being hurdled around like a sick sheep. You want out. But until the day of her marriage she's keeping you close to her. She won't let you go even though she says she will. And you find it pathetic. In your eyes, if you say you're gonna drop someone, you drop them. Not lug them around and make everything worse. Fuck the institute is better than this shit.

You need to get the fuck out of here.

So on a cold day you blindly search for the kitchen and lean on the side of the door. You can hear her moving about and you take the time to muster the most pathetic look on your face and call out to her.

"Sakura." You're cheering yourself on because you've accomplished making your voice seem sad and pathetic. "Sakura I need help."

When you feel the air shift and pity pours from her like a faucet you know you've won. You drop to your knees and pretend to cry.

"I need help." You pretend to sob. She runs to you and hugs you close and you know that everything is over.

You've won. This is your ticket out.

"Stop acting you fucking shit-head."

Everything comes to a screeching halt and you're left confused as shit. You feel her demeanor change and you are no longer facing a sad friend, but an angry woman who's known you for so long and has had enough of your shit.

It's on this day that you find out that Sakura knows you a hell of a lot more than you had first originally thought.

"I've known you long enough to know when you're acting, so stop pulling this shit on me." She hisses and you and slaps you so hard you go flying to the ground with your arms flailing about.

"I'm crippled here!" you shout but she snorts and you and drags you across the room.

"Stop stop! Rug burn rug burn!" you shout out but she doesn't stop and she eventually drops you by what you can only guess is the couch and helps you sink down into the cushions. You sit in silence for a while and in a moment of childish anger you pout. You don't want to be the first so speak.

"Naruto…look, I know you only called me to get away from something. I don't know if it's because of…well…" she trails off as if mentioning it would harm you. But you're pissed at her so you find ways to force her to say it.

"Just spit it out woman." you grumble.

"Kiba…or maybe that boy…but listen, I'm not going sit around and baby you. Look I'm going to cover your medical expenses and I'm going to put you in a good home."

"Fuck that." You cut her off with a snort, "Just send me to the loony bin, I'll be fine there." Honestly, 'a good home'? What does she think you are a fucking dog? You know she's choked up on her words and she's trying to stay strong.

"I'll.."

"Don't fucking promise me anything." you snap. Your world is all black and you have no room in you to be filled with false promises. It's bad enough that you won't be getting any drugs anytime soon.

"Okay Naruto. Okay."

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Sometimes, in the worst of times, you remember random things about your youth that were probably better off forgotten.

"And who is this little thing?"

"Back off Uzumaki, she's not for grabs." Your blue eyes turn sharply to connect with white narrowed eyes.

"Geez Hyuuga, lay off, was only just a joke." Neji snorted and pulled his blushing cousin away from you.

"Keep it that way." You chuckled and pulled her back and wrapped your arms around her, trying and succeeding to irritate the over protective cousin, grinning at her squawk and Neji's look of rage.

"But Neji! You can't expect me to stay away from something so cute!" you enjoy pissing him off and he knows it. Shy little Hinata, who is a month younger than you, blushes so hard that you let her go only because you're afraid she'll pass out.

"Hands off Uzumaki." Neji says sternly. Akamaru laughs and pops in a piece of gum into his mouth, offering another to his twin.

"Don't worry Neji, we'll help ya protect Hina for ya." Neji rolls his eye once again and leans against the wall of the building and nudges Sakura.

"Shouldn't you keep better control on him" she snorts and pulls Hinata into her arms.

"Well, you gotta admit Neji, Hinata is far too cute. Even I have a hard time keeping my hands off."

You remember the way Hinata blushed, they way she buried her face into Sakura's shoulder to hide her embarrassed face, how her hair cascaded down her back and how she would wear such baggy clothes to hide, what you knew was a wonderful body. You remember how no matter what Neji would be there, protecting her from evil men with bad intentions and jealous girls. You remember how panicked and distraught Neji was when she went missing one evening.

"When was the last time you saw her?" Akamaru demanded. Neji, after he collapsed on the side walk looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

"She said she left something in the school and to go on ahead because she wont take long. She said she'll be alright, she said she'll be alright." He repeated over and over. You slapped him hard in the face, trying anything to calm him down. But it never worked because his shy little precious cousin was missing and Neji knew that this world was filled with vile men who wanted his shy little cousin.

You ran like a mad man around the whole town, breaking into the school and looking for clues. You would never forget the heavy feeling of hand cuffs on your wrists when the cops arrested you for breaking a window so you can scramble into the school at one in the morning to look for clues.

"I'm looking for her!" you screamed to them. But they didn't listen.

You remember the complete broken look on Neji's face when they asked him, not his uncle or Hinata's sister to identify her body.

Her corpse.

She was violated. They said, rapped, strangled and tortured.

She didn't stand a chance.

"She said she'd be alright. She promised. She promised. She said she'd be alright."Neji whispered. It was then that we realized that she was the only thing that kept him sane.

Against the man who was filled with the things that Neji feared she stood no chance.

But neither did the criminal because Neji became a monster the moment the police revealed the fucker who did it. And you, Kiba and Akamaru helped. Neji became the devil that night and you three the advocates.

"Naruto." The voice is sharp and irritated and it takes you only a split second to figure out that you had zoned out on group therapy. You look up with your broken blue eyes to where you're sure the voice came from and gave the councilor, who you're pretty sure doesn't give a rat's ass about societies lowest of the low, a shit-eating-grin.

"Yes doctor?" you say dramatically. You can hear fellow addicts chuckle under their breaths and you can practically hear their eye balls shift around in their sockets in pure paranoia.

"Do you have anything you want to share with us?" the councilor stresses at you.

"Why yes I do my good sir." You chirp because you know it serves to piss him off. You can hear the chair under him groan as he leans back on it and taps his pen to the clip board.

"Well then introduce yourself." He says with false patience.

You lean back again and tap your feet on the ground in mock enthusiasm.

"My name is Nartuo, I am a chronic liar, I'm constantly thinking about a seventeen year old boy and for that reason I am an addict." The others in the room open their mouths and like the broken angles they are, they sing.

"Hello Naruto."

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