Hey guys! Thank you so much for reviewing! I feels so loved. *sobs* But anyways, thank you to those who pointed out the slight errors in the chapters before. I went back and tried to find them all so hopefully everything flows together now and makes much more sense. I wrote this beginning to the story so long ago I almost completely forgot what I wanted to do with it so it may take me a while to get the chapters posted so bare with me. I am sorry about the wait but I have so much crap going on right now. I am hoping to get a job over the summer working weekends but its not determined right now and then I have so many tests and school work thrown on me that I am barely keeping my head up. *sighs*
Anyways, sorry about that. I felt an incredible need to vent and it just came out. If you feel the injustice as well, feel free to mail me or review. But on to the story! In this chapter things get a tad tense and there are some things that are revealed in skirted little bits, if I am remembering right. Hope you enjoy!
WARNINGS: Yaoi, angst, hospital scene, blood and gore, all that wonderful jazz.
Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto otherwise many of the stupid girls would have to resort to sex toys. *evil grin*
Saving You
Chapter 4: Creepy Hospitals Cause Scary Consequences
A loud obnoxious beeping filled the air, followed softly by the rustling of clothes as nurses paced the length of the hallways hurriedly. In a small chair in the corner sat Naruto, staring around himself with wide, nervous eyes, jumping at every little thing that happened by him. With a sigh he buried his head in his hands, the long digits threading through and pulling at the tresses with ease. He had absolutely no idea why he was still here, or why he came here to begin with. Suddenly a loud bang echoed throughout the room as a janitor tossed a bag of trash into his bin, making Naruto jump out of his skin.
Looking around quickly as if expecting to be attacked, Naruto stood and walked over to the reception desk, quickly beginning to speak to the woman there. As he did this, he was completely unaware of the eyes that stalked his every move.
From across the room, jade eyes watched with great interest as the blonde jumped and fidgeted at every single noise that spilled into the waiting area. Gaara laughed inside his mind when he saw the blonde twitch when another reasonably loud noise broke through the silence when a doctor came through the swinging doors. Truth be told he had no idea why the blonde was there, but hell if it wasn't amusing to watch. An eyebrow quirked itself when he saw that Naruto had finished speaking to the receptionist and, instead of heading out the doors like Gaara thought he would, staggered over to the horridly uncomfortable plastic chairs before basically falling into one.
Heaving a quiet sigh, he pushed away from the wall he had been leaning on and stalked over to the pathetic blonde, choosing to stand before him instead of sitting in the nasty red chair.
"Blondie."
Lifting his head out of his hands once more, Naruto looked up to meet the chilly gaze directed at him. "Gaara," he acknowledged.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Naruto started at the cool tone and blunt question, "What do you mean? Why wouldn-"
"You don't belong here. You don't even like Sasuke. You treated him like shit for the past four years; spewing egotistical shit at him, beating him up and leaving him in even worse shape than he already was. You don't give a single thought to the reason why he never fights back, or to why the simplest things hurt him. So why the hell are you sitting in a waiting room, freaking yourself out about every little thing that happens? Just go the fuck home. Your no use here and Sasuke sure as hell won't want you here." With that said, Gaara turned and strolled away, leaving a distressed and utterly confused blonde behind him.
Staring around himself, Naruto took in the waiting room; the blank white walls, the quiet whispers of people waiting for horrible news, the horrible bleached scent. And he realized something. Gaara was right. He had no reason to be here and had no idea why he was. He owned the raven headed boy behind the doors nothing and yet here he was torturing himself. He had better things to do than sit in a waiting room for someone who didn't even like him. That's right, with a nod of his head, Naruto pushed himself up onto his feet and began to make his way towards the front doors that would lead to his freedom and sanity. But just as he was about to push them open and walk out of the nightmare, a doctor walked into the room and called out, "Sasuke Uchiha's family?"
As soon as he heard that the blond froze, remembering something that had happened earlier.
Naruto turned to leave, finally glad to be away from all the drama now that the emo boy was packed up and sent to the hospital. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep, maybe eat if he had the energy to make himself something. However he didn't get two feet before a cold voice called him back.
"Uzumaki."
Feeling dread begin to trickle its' way down his spine, the boy turned and looked up at Itachi Uchiha. Unable to control the annoyance he felt, he growled out. "What?"
Itachi's eyes narrowed and he stepped forward, threateningly. "You better watch your tone Uzumaki, or you might find yourself in the hospital."
The blonde's eyes widened considerably as he finally remembered who he was talking to. "Sorry Uchiha-sama. You wanted something?" he asked, bowing slightly in a show of apology.
With a smirk, Itachi leaned forward and answered. "Yes. Unfortunately I have some...business to take care of and therefore cannot go to the hospital to be with my brother. So I want you to go and make sure that he is alright. Once you do that you call me and then you may leave. But not until then."
Naruto bristled at the condescending tone that was directed at him, "And what if I don't want to?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Looking behind the blonde, Itachi nodded at someone and Naruto soon found his head pulled back to an awkward and uncomfortable position, held there by a brutal hand in his hair, twisting it slightly. He began to struggle violently against the hold, not liking how vulnerable he felt at that moment, but stilled suddenly when a cold blade when pressed against his throat. Looking down out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was the same blade that Deidara had used against the attacker from before and therefor assumed it was the blonde behind him. A hot puff of breath against his cheek, recaptured his attention and drew it forward to Itachi once more.
"Oh, I think you want to, because as I said before. You could end up in the hospital, right beside my brother if you don't. And we wouldn't want that would we?"
Deidara moved his hand, making Naruto shake his head.
"Exactly. So do as I say, because, it's not a request. It's an order." With that Naruto was thrown to the ground, where he layed stunned, until a piece of paper floated down and landed on his cheek. Reaching up he grasped it and looked it over, only to find a number written on it.
"That is my personal number where you can reach me at anytime. Do NOT lose it. And don't forget."
He was only able to nod dumbly, watching as Itachi walked away, hands thrust deep into his pockets as he chatted quietly with Deidara, looking completely innocent, as though he hadn't just threatened a teenager with battery. As he pushed himself up onto his feet, Naruto noticed that his hands were shaking badly and quickly hid them in his pockets as he turned to walk to the hospital.
Shuddering at the thought of what Itachi would do to him if he didn't follow through with his promise, Naruto turned around and walked over to the doctor, announcing. "I'm his family."
The doctor looked at him skeptically, taking in the bright blonde hair, light blue eyes, and tanned skin, all of which were complete opposites of the Uchiha family. "...Really?"
"No. Not really. But if I don't stay here and see him, I get whacked. So please just hurry it up. I want to get out of this hell hole and home." He grumbled, earning a glare from the doctor.
"Would you happen to be Naruto Uzumaki?"
"He is." A cool voice interjected, sending shivers down the blonde's spine.
Looking behind the blonde, the doctor straightened and tugged on his lab coat, coughing. "Well then, that changes things. Mr. Uchiha talked to me earlier and told me he could not be here and sent you in his place. And who would you be young man?" he asked of the red head, who now stood next to Naruto.
"None of your damn business." Gaara replied, glaring daggers at the man. "Now tell us what the deal with Sasuke is, before I lose my patience and punch you in the nuts." Gaara growled, cool, calculating eyes staring down the doctor until he caved and gestured them forwards.
"...Alright...if you'll please follow me. There are some...sensitive...things I would like to discuss with you before you see him."
Turning on his heel, the doctor strode down the hall and through the swinging doors, leaving the two teens to follow him at their will. With a shuddering sigh, Naruto squared his shoulders and walked forward into what he assumed was his own personal hell, a devil in disguise following close behind him.
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Staring down at the limp body before him, Naruto twitched and fidgeted in his seat, he had no idea what to do with himself. He was always loud, energetic, and constantly moving, so now that he had to sit still and be silent he thought that he might go crazy. He wanted nothing more than to desperately run out the doors and leave all this horrible crap behind but was afraid of the consequences that would ensue if he did. The doctor had said some stuff about Sasuke that he had never know and wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hear to begin with. He wasn't used to being depended on like this and he wasn't sure that he wanted the pressure it put on his shoulders.
Huffing a sigh, he flopped back into the seat as best as he could, his head cracking against the back of it making him flinch forward, tears welling up in his eyes. And it was at this moment that Sasuke decided to fight his way through the fogginess in his mind and rejoin the world. With a grunt, his onyx eyes fluttered open, flinching back at the bright light that shined down on him from above. Groaning, he fought against his reluctant body, trying to turn his head to the side to avoid the shine when suddenly it was blocked by a peculiar shadow. He traced the outline from behind his eyelids and was left utterly confused. It should have been a person but instead it looked as though a giant ball with jacks sticking out of the sides was hovering over him. Was he in a jacks tournament? ! He didn't know how to play jacks!
With a seemingly enormous effort, Sasuke pried his eyelids up, scared at the thought of having to play in a tournament for a game he didn't know the slightest thing about, and was greeted, not by a jacks ball or a large bowl of Apple Jacks, but by sky blue and neon yellow. Groaning in confusion, he tried to raise his hands up to cover his eyes but couldn't so just settled with closing them. He had no idea what was going on but he really wished that he could pass out again. This day was just too weird for him to handle at the moment.
"...uke. Sasuke, can you hear me?" An oddly soothing bass rumbled into his ears, making him turn towards the pleasant sound with a contented sigh. The sound shook him to his core, sending adrenaline pumping from his heart into his veins at the very sound of it. He giggled quietly when the sound came again, sending shivers up and down his spine. He wanted nothing more than to grab that sound and wrap himself in it. "Are you awake Sasuke? I swear if your messing with me, I'm gonna shove a needle up your ass."
A frown creased the smooth line of his forehead the second time the sound rang out. The first time he heard the sound it had sent warmth curling throughout the length of his body, and he had wanted to save it in a jar so he could have it always. But the second time he heard it there was an undertone of something that had made him squirm uncomfortably. It made him feel ashamed and upset at the same time. He had no idea what had caused that change to happen but he would do anything he could to keep it from happening again.
Reaching upwards, towards where he had heard a growl from above, his hands searched for whatever had made such a beauteous sound. Turning his head towards where his hands were searching, he was once again assaulted by the odd shadow of the jacks ball, making him scowl but he pushed it aside. There were other things that were more important at the moment. Extending his arms out towards the noise, he encountered a cottony soft pillow that felt wonderful against his hands. Twining his fingers through the silken cloud, he made certain that it couldn't move and pulled it closer, holding it there while he attempted to open his eyes once again.
After a tremendous effort he was able to lift the heavy lids and instantly began to look for whatever had made the wonderful sound, even before his eyes had the chance to focus. The first and only thing he was able to see was an expanse of gorgeous tan skin and light blonde locks. Tilting his head to the side in confusion he was able to catch a glimpse of baby blue hidden beneath the blonde fringe and immediately needed to see the color again. It was as if he would be able to identify who it was by looking into their eyes. Lifting the persons head, because he now realized that was what was in his grasp, he looked into the purest set of blue eyes he had ever seen. He knew someone with eyes like this, but who? He couldn't see to remember.
As he stared into the baby blue eyes, he realized that their owner was saying something, and that their voice was the source of the delicious sound that racked his entire body. Just sitting here listening to the tail end of his grumblings was giving him goose bumps. Maybe if he listened it would give him a clue as to who the boy in his grasp was. It took all his mental abilities to concentrate on what was spewing out of the mouth in front of his but eventually he was able to catch the end of the rant.
"...no way in hell did I agree for this! Stupid Itachi can take his gang and shove it up his ass! I agreed to sit and watch over the retard until he woke up and then report it to his brother, not to sit and have my hair pulled!...though it does feel kinda... NO! Bad! Bad brain, we do NOT think those kinda thoughts, especially not about him! Stupid people! I did not agree to this! Go!....now let me go, TEME!"
Sasuke had no idea what half the stuff flowing from the mouth in front of him meant and was completely clueless. Just as he was about to lose focus he heard the insult that puttered across the plump lips in front of him. As soon as the insult registered itself in his brain a light bulb went off inside his head. No one else called him that, and no one else ever would. Loosening his grip on the locks in between his fingers, he began to massage the scalp in apology for the harsh treatment. Tugging gently on the hair in his hands, he connected the blue gazers with his own, instantly getting lost in them and as he watched, a shadow of something passed in front of the blue eyes, darkening their color slightly, as Sasuke continued to massage his scalp.
A brilliant smile spread across Sasuke's face as he watched the boy in front of him. Soon a hoarse sound managed to push its way out of his dry throat, "Naruto..."
Leaning forward, he pulled on the hair in his hands, dragging their faces close together and with a contented sigh, pressed his lips against the soft, luscious lips in front of him. As his eyes fluttered shut, the inky black eyelashes resting sweetly against his pale cheeks, he missed the shocked look that crossed the face before him. Just as the boy before him began to close his eyes slightly, Sasuke pulled back a little, before returning to place a gentle peck on the pale pink petals, still smiling gently.
After that Sasuke released the grip he had on Naruto's hair and fell back against the pillows, nuzzling into them, a small smile still gracing his lips as he fell asleep. "..m'dobe..."
Naruto fell back onto the bed, staring at the slumbering boy in shock, a shaking hand raised to press against his tingling lips. What the hell was that! And why the hell did he enjoy it!
Cliffie! Mwahaha! I Feel so evil for that but I did love writing it. Sorry that took so long! I love all of you though, I really do. I got so many favorites and things for this story and my one other that it made my heart go aflutter. It took me forever to do this chapter because I didn't have access to a computer with internet for the longest time and it was uploaded onto the document editor thingy on here so I could work on it whenever I had access. This chapter actually turned out different than I planned and just threw off the rest of my plot line. It may be quite some time before I am able to update again but I shall try my hardest.
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