Disser or the claimed- Hehehehehe poke What do I have to do to make you people realize that I'm not the owner of Naruto:P grrrr. Hehehe.
Torture
All was dark. Pain coursed through his broken body as they beat him. Each blow caused him less pain as his body grew numb. He knew that if this continued he would surely die. He stammered a small groan and Sasuke punched him squarely in the jaw.
"Shut it, emo boy! No one asked you!" He hissed angrily.
They were in Sasukes dark basement, no light except for a small lamp glowing in a corner. And pain. Pain and more pain. His entire body was pain. Unbearable pain. His breathing had become laboured. He knew they had broken at least two ribs. Pain, sharp stabbing pain. He had less then an once of strength left; strength he needed to use to escape.
He opened his stinging eyes and saw Sasuke laughing as he tried to bring back his arm to strike the raven-haired boy. Nothing; he couldn't move it. He felt his fingers twitch into a fist but his wrist wouldn't move away from the wall. Coldness was all the made him know his wrist was still there. He dared a glance down. Shackles? When had that happened?
Memory came back to him as he realized he had been beaten unconscious on the way there. That's why Sasuke was laughing, he thought angrily. He was weak; pathetic even. How could he have been unconscious? 'What have they done me?' he dared to ask himself numbly. 'What have I done to myself?'
'Oh well' he continued, pain still searing his bleeding wounds. 'At least it's me and not Hinata-chan. I wonder what she would think of me now.' He might have only imagined it but he thought he saw a glimmer of hate mixed in with the fear in her eyes.
Tears began to creep slowly to his turquoise eyes, but he fought them back. If he showed emotion they would think it was from the pain. He would never let them get their pleasures.
Naruto stepped closer to him, his blue eyes dancing in the firelight. Gaara glanced around, but Sasuke was nowhere to be found. He thought for a second, not being able to remember when the boy had left. He only closed his eyes for a millisecond, enough to get them okay again, but in that short time the Uchiha had left. Naruto grimaced as he put a hand up to Gaara's exposed bleeding chest.
Gaara felt a small breeze and stiffed the scream that was trying to escape his throat. He realized painfully that he was completely exposed, only monkey boxers for protection. He shuddered, wondering if either of his captors might have been gay. He tried not to think about his paranoid pain of his backside as his question was sort of answered. Naruto gently began to stroke Gaara's chest, following his bones with his forefinger.
The sound of footsteps overhead told them that Sasuke was moving upstairs. Naruto jumped back as if he had been burned. He looked at Gaara with a sad expression before looking to the stairs.
"Hey, you hungry?" Sasuke asked, his head appearing at the top of the stairs. Naruto hesitated before answering, glancing back at Gaara painfully before dashing to the stairs. Greed took over pain as he came up to Sasuke.
"Ramen, right?"
The front door opened and closed. The only thing left was to slip back into unconsciousness and wait.
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Gaara's mind started to play trick on him in his dark confines. He had heard Hinata's calm, soothing voice; felt her soft, delicate touch. He felt her warm, moist breath brush across the back of his neck; against the pain of his freezing, aching body.
"Come to me, Gaara-kun. Come to me. Come and sink into happiness," her voice had coaxed.
He had groaned slightly in his sleep. Why was death so damn inviting? He wasn't one to end it all. But now was different; important even. If he died now, he would have been defeated by him. That was completely out of the question.
He forced himself out of the bliss of sleep and found himself, still alone, still in the dark, still slightly cold, but sitting. How was sitting possible? Where were the shackles? Why were they not stinging at his wrists? Where had they gone to?
He blinked dumbly as a blinding light floated down from the stairs. It was them; his captors, torturers. He moaned and winced at his thirst; and hunger.
"Hey, Emo boy! I see you've finally woken up! Ha. I didn't think you would have lasted this long. Perhaps some more is in order?" Sasuke sneered, his breath smelling like ramen. Gaara opened his parched mouth to speak but no sound came out. He could barely muster a couple shakes of his head, moaning slightly at the effort.
"P-p … Please. " He whispered dryly, his mouth cracking from dryness. Sasuke laughed and drew back his fist to strike the broken boy. Naruto lurched forward and grabbed it, as surprised by his own actions as Sasuke.
"Come on, Sasuke. Please. This isn't fun anymore. What if he dies? We could be in a lot of trouble." Naruto said worriedly at Gaara with the same sad look on his face. Gaara felt a sharp pain in his side from Sasukes foot and wished that he had never awoken from his deathly dream. He had seen something like longing in those bright blue eyes.
"Who cares if he dies! He has no one! He is nothing! He barely even exists!"
"But what does that matter to you?!"
"He annoys me!"
"So you're gonna kill him! Just cuz he annoys you? Would you kill me if I annoyed you?!"
"Yup!"
"You're pathetic! You know that?!"
Sasuke stood there, unable to understand the cruel words that had come from the blond's mouth.
"Wh-what? Are you sticking up for emo boy?"
"Don't call him that! He's a human too, you know!"
Slap.
"What's gotten into you? You hate E- Gaara-teme! What made you change your mind?"
Naruto rubbed the red mark appearing on his cheek. He stared blankly at the Uchiha. Gaara watched in awe as Naruto growled at the other boy then in the gut.
"I'm sorry. I'll have to hurt you one last time." Naruto apologized to the broken boy at his feet. He picked him up roughly and slumped him over his shoulder. "I will make sure he doesn't hurt you anymore, Gaara-sama."
Gaara nodded slightly before drifting back bliss. Naruto brought him back to his ramen-littered apartment. He laid him gently on the bed and began seeing to his wounds.
"I'm so sorry. I wish it had never gone this far," Naruto whispered quietly to the broken heap. He went to the phone and racked his brain for someone to call. Then he found it. He punched in the numbers and waited until someone picked up.
"Hello? Oh good. Please don't hang up. I need your help. It's about Gaara … … thank you … Bye, Hinata."
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YAY! I finally got this chapter done! What do you think?!
Sorry it took me so long. I'm rewriting this and my friend borrowed the book. Again, sorry. bow pleads for forgiveness Don't attack the koalas!
