My Sinning Savior

My Sinning Savior

Alright, finally got this one up and the next chapter should follow soon. I am currently working on chapter five, well if writer's block stops bugging me. and my sister …

Disclaimers: I do not own Naruto. But

Warnings: First appearance of some Sasunaru. I warn you of a kiss. Sasuke OOC-ness Also some foul language (like one or two words out of the entire story) and confusing plot lines

Directions: Just add water! Read and Review.

A Haven for Demons and a Sanctuary for Angels

Itachi cleared his throat, rousing the two passengers in the back seat. Sasuke stirred first and withdrew his hand from Naruto's grip, "Are we here Aniki?" the raven asked groggily.

Oh, how Itachi's heart sang upon hearing that word, it's been forever since he's heard endearment from someone he loved. Gracefully Itachi exited the car and opened Sasuke's door for him, "Yes, we are."

Naruto shook the sleep out of his eyes and nearly tumbled out when Hidan pulled away his strong hold. The grey-haired fiend had flung the door open while the blonde was still nestled by the window. Luckily his seat belt was still on and he only hung there limp, his hands basically useless with the handcuffs.

Hidan snarled and took out the key to unlock them. "No." Itachi said sharply, having stopped on the porch of a small log cabin, in the middle of the woods, "Keep them on. I don't trust him yet."

"Nii-san!" Sasuke protested bitterly, "You can't do that to him."

Itachi sighed, his hand sliding off the knob of the door, the keys still dangling, "I can and I will. Anyway, you remember our deal?"

"You weren't very specific, "Sasuke glared, not planning on showing any inferiority. Of course Itachi only chuckled and led the party of four inside his lovely log cabin. Or at least, Sasuke thought it was his and Naruto was under the same impression.

Naruto made it up the wooden steps which had been painted an aged blue. The inside though was quite spacious with a large sitting room on the left with a fire place. To the right was a card table and dead ahead was the kitchen. The stairs were nestled between the kitchen and the sitting room, the first floor bathroom opposite. "Do you like it?" Itachi asked, watching as his guests' eyes traveled the house.

"It's amazing." Naruto said in slight astonishment, "It's not the asylum!" Then he broke out into laughter and Sasuke began to chuckle. The small noises coming from his brother caught Itachi's attention. A smile crept across his face as he saw his brother had recovered. Still there are a few issues he'd like to clear up.

Hidan simply rolled his eyes at the youth's remark and stalked towards the kitchen. He had no intention on deepening his relation with those two ex convicts, even if he was one himself. All he wanted was a beer, yes a beer. Itachi evidently seemed to have other plans as he smoothly blocked the refrigerator and a sober Hidan's outstretched hand was smacked away.

"What the –censor-?!" Hidan yelped, cradling his burning hand. "I just wanted to get a…"

Itachi gripped Hidan's right ear, careful to avoid the left one with the earring in it. He pulled the older upstairs into the hallway as to give the younger ones free range down stairs, "Yowch! What was that for?!" Hidan complained, now tending to his ear.

Itachi glowered, but replied evenly, "I said to leave right away. I don't even know why you stepped foot inside."

Hidan of course was not one to get his pride punctured and stepped forward, closing the space between him and his superior, "I just wanted something to drink! Give me that and I'm out to stalk oh-what's-his-name."

"Not oh what's his name!" Itachi corrected, "Orochimaru, and I need you to give me details on everything he does."

"Why you so worried about some old guy," Hidan complained, not too pleased with the consuming work he had just been assigned, "he ain't gonna look for Sasuke."

"That's the thing." Itachi stated bluntly, showing Hidan rudely towards the stairs, "he is."

Naruto flopped down on a couch in the sitting room, staring at the antlers above the monolith of a fire place. "This place is pretty cool. My dad used to have a place like this, but he sold it so we could get a second beach house. I never knew why we needed a second…"

Sasuke settled down into an arm chair opposite the blonde. He stared as Naruto began to talk idly about his parents. The raven felt his own heart wrench as he heard the words of family, mom, and dad. He shifted uneasily and strained to listen to the voices upstairs, but he couldn't hear anything. Next thing he knew a pillow hit him on the head.

He turned towards the assailant and growled lowly. Naruto simply laughed again and held up another pillow in case the Uchiha were to seek revenge on the misdemeanor. Sasuke instead placed the pillow under his head and closed his eyes for a nap, even if he wasn't tired. Hidan of course came clumsily down the stairs, his feet pounding on the groaning wood steps. The entrance (or exit in Hidan's case) was right beside Sasuke's arm chair. In one fluid motion he grabbed the pillow from Sasuke and hit him over the head.

Sasuke grabbed the pillow away and Hidan snickered, not saying a word as he walked out the front door. Naruto began laughing once again, but quickly sobered up when Itachi materialized before him, "Otouto." Itachi said in a monotone voice, "I have to run to town. I apparently forgot to pick up bread and milk. Your room is upstairs. Second door on the left."

Sasuke nodded, but grabbed his brother's sleeve as the elder walked by, "What about Naruto?" he asked, slightly unsure of his own reaction. It had become mere instinct to make sure Naruto was okay. Yet, it was because they were partners in crime. Ha ha, they were criminals being housed by a police officer. The irony of such a situation is so unbelievable.

"There is a room down here I'd like him to stay in. It is off of the kitchen to the left." He motioned with his hand behind the stair case and then left the house like a phantom. Sasuke stood up and motioned his head for Naruto follow him. Naruto obliged and trailed behind Sasuke as they entered the kitchen.

"You know. I don't think he likes me." The blonde stated bluntly.

"What makes you say that?" Sasuke asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Well, first of all. I'm still in hand cuffs and second he gives me a room furthest away from you."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, and stopped right in front of the bed room door. "Well there might not be enough rooms upstairs, or this one has less of a draft than another." Sasuke said slowly, unsure of the answer.

"Still doesn't explain the hand cuffs. And anyway, he should know I'd prefer to be near you. No matter what, so far, I always have done everything in my power to make sure we haven't been separated."

Sasuke stood there, staring into Naruto's eyes. Naruto's blue eyes were slightly misted over and looked as if he was about to cry. Was Naruto scared? A silent tear fell down the adolescent's cheek, and then a shuttering breath. "Naruto…" Sasuke breathed and reached out to wipe away the tear. The blonde slapped away the hand and went into the room, but Sasuke's hand restrained him from passing over the threshold, "What's wrong…"

Naruto turned, his face contorted into a venomous scowl, "Wrong?! Your brother is what's wrong, can't you tell?! He doesn't have good intentions at all. I can tell! If he did my hands would be free and he wouldn't separate me from you. If he was trying to help us he'd run by me if I'd prefer the drafty room over this one!"

Sasuke felt a low growl build up, and then he softened. He remembered what his brother had said when he was told of this simple, but ingenious plan. It was perfect, he promised to get Naruto out as long as Sasuke never gave protest to what he did. He said it was 'in his best interest' to allow him to take all these precautions. Of course he silently protested, but never made a sound. Nearly all of him wanted to not trust Itachi, but somehow he knew he wasn't lying. He never lied. He never hid the truth from his brother. The night of their parents' death he didn't even try to tell a lie about what happened.

But he did kill them.

Sasuke snapped back to reality and saw Naruto has regained his composure entirely. "So you're siding with him?" Naruto asked irritably.

"No." Sasuke said, "But WE don't have much of a choice."

Naruto's eyes went down cast and he slumped, "A part of me wished we did. There are so many things I wish I could change about this whole situation and I can't do any thing…!"

Sasuke took a deep breath, not used to comforting others (Orochimaru never cried or anything), "There may be something you can change."

The blond shook his head, his long bangs falling in front of his eyes, "No. There isn't. The one thing I really want is to make you, ya know, not involved. You don't deserve this, I probably do. But Sasuke, none of this is your fault it's all mine. I…"

Sasuke slapped Naruto across the face, "Stop acting like I'm a woman! I'm as much involved in this as you are! If anything I am involved more, for Pete's sakes it's my brother who is housing us! It's not all you Naruto!"

A small smile cracked on the blonde's tan face, "You sure you aren't a woman?" He joked and poked Sasuke's stomach.

The raven smirked arrogantly and gripped Naruto's wrist, moving his hand to the front of his pants and pressing the blonde's fingers against it, "Pretty sure." He smirked.

"Oh shit! We have a hermaphrodite!" Naruto exclaimed and kicked the door closed before Sasuke could nail him one in the face. He fell backwards onto the neatly made bed and heard Sasuke's angered shouts.

"I don't have a –censor- vagina!" He protested and then went to go find his room.

Sasuke stalked up the stairs and noticed how much the upstairs reminded him of his old home, when his family was still alive. The walls were still the rough logs, but the pictures between the doorways were the same. Was this some sick joke? Sasuke closed his eyes momentarily and breasted the stairs as the memories flooded. How stupid was he? Staying in a house where the murderer of his family offered? What was he thinking?!

He turned left, all his senses seeming to disappear. His vision morphed and blurred, he couldn't feel the roughness of the walls as his pale fingers ran over the logs. When he made it to the door and gripped the metal door knob a cool rush ran up his arms, but the rest of him still felt heated with fear.

The door gave easily and made a small swoosh over the carpet. It had a green, plush carpet and a desk beside the window. On the wall to the right was a bed, decked in green and a dresser opposite. A closet was also beside the bed, but on the wall with the door. Upon the bed sat a little note in a little envelope. Sasuke felt his heart jump into his throat and he nearly collapsed backwards.

Then, his mind finished reeling and ran forward, crumpling the note and threw into the garbage pale beside the bed. He collapsed backwards onto the bed staring up onto the ceiling with wide eyes. It wasn't the note that really set him off, but he knew if he read it it'd probably send him over the edge. The true, torturous, fact was that this room looked exactly like his old one.

"Why Itachi?! Why are you putting me through this…?" He felt the hot tears slide down his cheek and his breath strangle in his chest. That's when he rose from his laying position and curled his knees under his chin. The tears came out in torrents, the pain never having disappeared from that day. He felt as if his heart was being twisted around his ribs and slowly dissipating. This is the way he felt when he had first tried to overdose, this is the way he felt the first time he cut, this was the way he felt when he last attempted suicide.

Naruto, having the attention span of a four year old, decided to try and find Sasuke's room. As he heard the muffled cries from the hallway he felt his own heart wrench. Was calling him a woman really that bad? No, this is Sasuke, he would NOT cry over something like that. He was far too proud.

The blonde stood halfway from the stairs to Sasuke's door, unable to come to a decision. He really wanted to comfort Sasuke, but he somehow knew it'd be better to wait. Another human breasted the stairs and turned his charcoal eyes upon Naruto, "What are you doing here?" Itachi asked the indecisive teenager.

Naruto could swear he heard a low growl in the older man's voice and began stuttering, "I, well, you see…"

Itachi heard the soft sobs and glowered at the blonde. If this was any part his doing he'd make sure 'Naruto' was not allowed to leave his room downstairs. He knew he'd have to keep Sasuke's promise, but how he just wanted to throw Naruto out, "I think it'd be best if you returned to your quarters." Itachi said coldly, brushing by Naruto.

Naruto nodded dumbly and sprinted down the stairs. Something about that man was not right.

Itachi cracked the door open to see his brother crying. His eyes softened as he saw the small body rocked with sobs and his diaphragm beginning to spasm. Itachi sat beside him on the bed and ran his fingers down Sasuke's spine, "Otouto…" He whispered.

Sasuke's hand flew up and backhanded the elder across the face. He fell backwards off the bed, trying to get as much distance between him and the psychopath. His voice seemed almost useless at that moment and he only squeaked slightly in retaliation. Itachi offered a hand to Sasuke, but the youth just scrambled backwards further and the garbage pale fell over, the crumpled note falling to the floor.

Sasuke picked it up, all senses and mobility being regained. He launched the crumpled note at his brother's concerned face and screamed, "I don't want anything to do with this anymore! I don't care what you're doing! I…"

"You didn't read it?" Itachi asked, having already un-crumpled the paper.

"Of course I didn't read it!" Sasuke screamed, clenching his fists.

Itachi released a sigh and rose from the bed. He tossed the note, having crumbled it back into its original state, towards the cowering Sasuke. The traumatized teen batted it away and screamed, "Get away! I hate you!"

Itachi stopped and turned on his heel, "You hate me?" he asked curiously.

"Of course I do!" Sasuke reiterated, "You killed our parents for crying out loud! And for all I know you're going to kill Naruto too! You keep putting me through so much-"

Itachi closed the door before his brother could finish his rant. He wiped the corners of his eyes as he heard the pillow's dull thud against the door. The elder truthfully wanted to tell Sasuke what happened today, his motivation behind it. He also had no ill intentions towards Naruto; he let it drop when he heard of how he had avenged his brother in the courtyard. Right now he was taking just some precautions, but Sasuke was too caught up in the past to notice.

Softly he walked away from his brother's room and back down to the kitchen. He saw a message awaiting him on the answering machine. Instead of listening he checked the caller id. He felt his stomach flip as he read the name and immediately deleted the message. This was not what he needed right now. What he needed was some strong, black coffee.

0o0o0o

Naruto being the annoying, persistent one felt the need to check up on Sasuke; before he had been sitting on the bed staring at the blinking lights of the alarm clock. Every minute felt agonizing, the handcuffs never seemed to loosen but only tighten. The Kyuubi, also, was making him miserable with soft coaxing of just 'killing' Itachi. Naruto knew he did not trust the young man, but he also knew that the young man was his sole ticket to freedom.

The blonde came out of his room and peered curiously at the back of Itachi, who was drinking coffee at the small kitchen table. The black hair had been let down from its confines of a pony tail and his shoulders stopped forward as if the raven were trying to turn in on himself. A sigh was released past trembling lips as Itachi brushed a shaking hand through his hair. He was shallowly anxious, again.

Naruto took it as a cue and snuck behind the eldest and sleuthed his way to the stairs. He peeked back around the corner to see if those red-black eyes had followed him, but they were lost in the depths of the table. The younger began climbing up the stairs, each step releasing its own satisfying groan. He bit his lip, frightful of the noise, and finally breasted the top of the stairs. It was enthralling how making it unnoticed to the top of the stairs could be such an achievement, but it was.

The soft sobs were no longer audible, but their echoes of what-once-was still hung in the slightly damp air. Naruto stood before the wooden door, which was shut and…locked. He dumbly twisted the knob, feeling the more he tried the closer he was to it unlocking by its own volition. He pushed his shoulder against it slightly, to give it a small nudge. Of course knocking didn't seem to occur to him.

Sasuke awoke from his soft nap to hear his door being assaulted from someone on the other side. He smirked amusedly at himself, knowing full well it was Naruto for Itachi was smart enough to knock. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and yelled out into the soft darkness of his room, "No one's here!"

Naruto smiled, satisfied to know Sasuke is feeling good enough to crack a small joke, "Oh really?" Naruto said in mock embarrassment, "Well can you give a message to Sasuke for me?"

Sasuke voiced his consent and stood right on the other side of the door, leaning his right shoulder against it. He had fallen asleep before after his small episode and was trying to keep it out of his head. Luckily his short sleep was not fitful, but that doesn't mean it wasn't dreamless. He had dreamt of Naruto for the most part and just leading a normal life with the blonde as his friend. It was a comfort to know Naruto was there, and in the recesses of the Uchiha's mind he feared terribly of the loss of Naruto. Perhaps that hidden motivation is what forced him to pursue the uneven compromise with Itachi and those futile attempts to persuade the guards to not let Naruto go to the asylum. Who knew his body wasn't a good bribery once it had been entered, numerous (and painful) times.

He had tried dutifully to make sure he and Naruto stayed together. The whole time he had thought it was for himself, but soon it seemed they melted into one identity in his head. He smiled softly to himself and unknowingly answered the blonde after his message had ended a good two minutes ago.

"Don't leave me, you hear?"

Naruto stopped short. Sasuke had said it loud enough for him to hear the smooth voice from the top of the stairs. Immediately the blonde turned around, confused beyond utter belief as to how that could be an answer to his message on if he was okay and what time he thought dinner was. When he made it to the door again he found it unlocked and pushed it open, consequently nudging Sasuke off of the door.

The raven stood before him a soft, intellectual smile playing on the younger's lips. Naruto's face contorted in confusion and raised an eyebrow quizzically. He put a hand to Sasuke's forehead, the other hand being forced to follow due to the chain connecting them. His brow was neither hot nor cold, but just warm, "You okay Sasuke?"

The boy in question grabbed Naruto's free hand and pulled it to his cheek, "I was crying." Sasuke stated.

Okay, Naruto was now utterly dumbfounded. Was this the same strong boy he had known? Actually, come to think of it, he knew very little about the youngest Uchiha. He felt his fingers intertwine instinctively with the black bangs and his other hand claim the other side of the raven's face. The chain of his handcuffs fell right before Sasuke's lips and the Uchiha could taste the cold metal.

"I don't know anything about you." Naruto declared, adding another impertinent statement to their incoherent conversation. The charcoal eyes seemed to laugh as a soft chuckle rose from the younger's throat.

"I'm willing to teach you." Sasuke said, hooking a pale finger on the metal pulling it below his lips to hang by his chin. He leaned in closer to Naruto and went on his tip toes. The raven softly kissed the Uzumaki on his forehead, the receiver's hands still clasped on either cheek.

Naruto smirked as Sasuke settled from his tip toes, somehow unfazed by the action of affection. He pulled Sasuke's face closer to his and kissed him gently on the lips. He whispered into the short kiss, "And I'll teach you about me."

Sasuke pulled back, smiling for the first time in forever. Gay or not, he needed that, he so needed that. Contemplating whether or not to pull Naruto into a furious, aggressive kiss, Itachi materialized in the doorway, smirking, "Dinnertime beautifuls."

Naruto pulled his hands from Sasuke's face, both of their countenances taking on a slight blush. The blonde had to admit he wasn't sure what made him do it, but he knew it was right. As he said, Sasuke was not just some kid.

0o0o0o

Hidan sat in the car, drumming his fingers impatiently on the dashboard. He stared at the door, under orders to not let his eyes leave the block of wood. Grunting to himself he shifted into a more comfortable position, crossing his arms bitterly. He had been here all night and now the sun was peaking over the horizon.

A foot mail carrier came strolling up the sidewalk towards the apartment. It was not a normal industrial complex, it was more or so condominiums named as apartments. Due to the fact they did not want a mail car blocking off any of their owner's way to and fro from their apartments they hired a special mail carrier. One who was not startled to see a car stalled in front of Orochimaru's apartment, but had half a mind to find out the new face's name.

"Hello there." He smiled, tapping on the windshield. Hidan startled, sitting up straight and breaking his rant. The man came to the driver's window and leaned against the door smiling insanely. He had a toothpick hanging from his mouth that he was chewing thoughtfully.

Hidan rolled down his window, being pre-warned of this man. Genma was it? "Hello." Hidan said, smiling politely. His white teeth flashed and he all of a sudden had an itch for a drag. Perhaps it was the man's toothpick that looks cigarette-like in the man's mouth. Or the fact he could feel the mounting stress on his shoulders, he had class tomorrow.

"What yo' name?" The man slurred, holding the oversized toothpick between his teeth.

"Hidan." The grey-haired man nodded and glanced back to the condo. Where the heck was Orochimaru? He had to leave for work soon.

"Pulling an Itachi I see?" Genma chuckled and pointed a finger towards the oddly blue 'apartment', "The man has been gone since yesterday. I don't know, which way he went or where. But I know he won't be back for awhile because he is asking me to hold his mail until he returns. Apparently he feels his mailbox can't hold it all."

Hidan cursed and immediately started the car. He was swearing to the heavens and nearly crashed the gas pedal through the floor. Genma stepped back in time and waved to the flustered man. "Good will hunting!" He shouted after the Mercedes as it tore up the streets.

Shaking his head he returned to his rounds. That man was definitely not as polite as Itachi, who Genma liked almost instantly. Of course the meeting was quite odd, seeing a man in a stalled car at zero-dark-thirty was an unusual sight. But the young man, eighteen at the time, had cordially introduced himself, shaking his hand heartily. He spoke almost in a dream as he stared longingly at the house. The topic of the conversation was the man's little brother who he missed terribly. Genma could relate having not seen his sister for a good year due to her boarding school. The two became fast friends.

Once, as fate would have it, he had questioned why someone would watch Orochimaru's condo in the early morning. Itachi had readily answered and surprisingly it wasn't as repulsive as one would think it'd be. He was simply looking out for his younger brother and feared for him. He had a lot of guilt on his shoulder, which he couldn't seem to get off his chest. It's a shame to have someone lose a person so close to them and the reason is themselves. Actually, it's not really a shame: it's a downright tragedy.

He spit his toothpick on the ground and jogged up the house. He stuck the mail through the slot and returned towards the sidewalk. He'd hate to have his sister hate him for something he did, especially if he HAD to do that. Murmuring a soft prayer for all to be righted in the Uchiha's brother relationship he slipped a few envelopes in Mr. Branningan's mail box. He seriously hoped they would work it out. That they could be the family they're supposed to be.

That surprisingly took a really long time to write. I also had to keep redo-ing the Genma part.

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