Author's Note: Okay, it was never my intention to go this long without updating this so; sorry first of all. This has been due to a combination of factors including college, my Inucest fics, and not having a real concrete idea for this story (mostly the latter two). But you'll be happy to hear I am done with all my Inucest fics and plan on getting all my Naruto fics done before starting another one. I also have some semblance of a plot for this now, so hoorah! Anyway, this is getting too long so I'll see you at the end of the chapter; enjoy!

Dazed and Confused

After his mad dash, he takes a few moments outside his front door to steady his breathing and calm his erratic heartbeat. Putting aside his confusing feelings regarding a certain blonde for a bit, he unlocks the door to face a much more concerning situation. He finds his father slumped on the couch looking as drunk as ever. For a split second he thinks luck is on his side since the tyrant appears to be passed out, but as soon as he shuts the door behind him the man stands to greet him with a glare. Shit.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing, father?" The word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth giving him the sudden urge to spit.

"Don't sass me boy." When the staggering man approaches him, his body responds naturally by backing away and soon he finds himself pressed against a wall. "Again…where the FUCK have you been?"

"I hardly see how it is any of your business—"The backhand he receives sends him reeling towards the floor. Black dots color his vision and he inwardly panics when it takes longer than a few seconds for them to clear away.

"Get up."

Sasuke reaches out a shaky hand and uses the wall to support himself as he gets back to his feet. He can taste blood and he can assume without a doubt that his freshly healed lip is once again busted.

"I'm sick of your shit boy." Fugaku pauses anticlimactically to hiccup before glowering at the teen standing in front of him. "Sick and fucking tired of your disrespect. You act so tough, but you are nothing. Absolutely worthless."

"…You are drunk." There really is no point in stating the obvious but he refuses to truly acknowledge anything his nearly incoherent father has to say to him. Nothing he says has any meaning to him anymore…or at least that is how he would like to think.

"And YOU still have not answered my question!"

He cannot stop his eyes from narrowing into little annoyed slits. "I was just at a friend's house if you must know."

"Friend? You don't have any friends."

"Whatever."

"Wait, is this friend." Sasuke can only roll his eyes when the man pauses to drunkenly chuckle on the word. "A chick?"

"No."

"Of course not, you dirty little faggot."

It dawns on him then that his father obviously did not request his presence for any real purpose and was only calling him home to be a drunken asshole. Honestly it is probably better this way rather than the man actually wanting something from him. "If that is all…" The pale teen does not bother finishing his sentence and instead brushes pass him to take refuge in his room. He stumbles backwards however when his father latches onto his arm and yanks him back.

"Don't you walk away from me when I am talking to you!"

"Get off of me! You do not even want anything. You're just being an ass!" Although he sees the slap coming, he is not quick enough to avoid it and is not at all surprised when he finds himself once again, on the floor. This time he is not allowed the courtesy of recovering and receives a swift kick to the stomach. The air is knocked out of him when his father follows up with another kick to the side. Fugaku rolls his youngest son on his back before straddling his waist. The lithe boy under him struggles to no avail only serving to further infuriate the drunkard. In the next few minutes he beats the teenage boy savagely. Sasuke can do nothing to protect himself from the rain of blows showering down on his face and chest. The elder man does not pause even for a second. He cannot stop. Even when Sasuke spits up a terrifying amount of blood. Even when he tries to beg him to stop. Even as he watches the snow white face before him morph into lumps of black and blue. To him, in this moment, the brat is no son of his. He is simply the thing that took his precious wife from him. A wife that payed the ultimate price for no reason at all. The boy should have been the one to go. He could always have more children, but he could never replace Mikoto.

"You…" His punches slow down to a halt with one final punch to his son's face. The boy is barely responsive anymore and gave up trying to stop the attack some time ago. "You took her from me…She was all I had and you took her from me." Although his vision is clouded in black and there is a constant ringing in his ears, he still manages to hear his father break down into a sobbing fit. "Why…" As the boy drifts into unconsciousness, he can vaguely make out the feeling of the man's arms wrapped around his aching body in a hug. He can hear his voice from somewhere in his neck. "Why Sasuke? Why…"

…..

The next four days flint by in a drug induced daze for the young Uchiha. All he could do was lay in bed and drift in and out of consciousness. If he did not keep water and pain pills in his drawer then he is almost positive he would not have made it. He also keeps a few snacks for when he does not want to leave his room but the bruising on his face has been so severe that he could not eat a thing. His vision did not even fully return to him until a whole day after the ordeal. Every time he had to drag his body out of bed to use the bathroom, the agony had been so intense he found himself contemplating just wetting the bed on many occasions but his pride would allow no such a thing. When Tuesday night came around he was genuinely surprised to know so much time had gone by. Laying on his bed fighting to stay conscious through the pain, the minutes turned into hours turned into days. He knew he had to go to school the next morning or else things might start to seem suspicious and the last thing he needed was someone nosing around his home.

With that thought alone fueling his will he pushes himself out of bed Wednesday morning and staggers into the bathroom. As much as he would like to delay the inevitable, he flicks on the light and spares a glance into the mirror.

Not that bad…

The swelling is almost nonexistence now and he is confident that he can pull himself together enough to walk around school…but there is one problem. Both his eyes are not only puffy but are still a horrid shade of purple. Everything else he can hide with a long sleeve turtle neck and a bit of concealer he keeps for this very purpose. But no amount of make up in the world can appropriately cover up his eyes. The only option available to him is to dawn a pair of sunglasses which, after taking a bath for the first time in days, he finds in Itachi's old room. He also places a large strip of white gauze on his right cheek since the bruise there is still pretty massive and noticeable. After deeming himself as presentable as possible he takes his time descending the stairs and goes to the kitchen to eat for the first time since he fled Naruto's house four days prior. He tries to open his mouth a bit to take a bite out of a banana but even that is enough to bring sharp pain in his jaw. After many attempts he settles for sticking a straw in some apple sauce and makes his way to school.

When he finally makes it to his first class, he is a sweaty, aching, exhausted mess. For some reason the short walk to school turned into a discombobulating journey of pain. He felt so lost. Many times he found himself trying to figure out which path he needed to take and on more than one occasion he went the opposite direction from where he was supposed to. Thankfully the first class of the day is History with Kakashi, so although he showed up late the man was not there due to his own tardiness. His classmates were being loud and rambunctious as usual so he was able to sneak in and find a place in the back. He could not have been more grateful when the bell finally rung signaling the end of his first trial.

He gathers his things as quickly as possible and endeavors to walk as normally as he can muster to his next class. When a student bumps into him in the hall, his balance is thrown off completely and he drops to the ground in pure agony. Gritting his teeth in pure determination is the only thing that stops him from screaming out loud.

"Eh, sorry about that."

He can hardly hear the guy through the ringing in his ears and ignores his offered hand in favor of supporting himself against the locker. Curious looks are thrown his way from the people around him but he ignores them all and scurries off toward class. After walking down the wrong hallway twice he finally makes it to math. The first thing he notices is an excited little blonde staring at him. The boy's expression quickly turns to that of worry and confusion however, when he notices the Uchiha's appearance. Lee also glances at him looking perplexed but he shuns them both and seats himself at the very back of the classroom. Naruto's eyes widen when he brushes past him, but Sasuke still neglects him when he spares a glance back in his direction. All he can think is that he is grateful that he cannot really see his face past the shades and turtle neck or else he might have noticed the lump in his throat. Since they had been getting closer the pale teen always took the seat in front of Lee and Naruto. He would never sit next to the loud duo, but Naruto always knew that this was the desolate teen's way of giving him permission to speak to him as well-which the hyperactive boy always did. He knows that he must thinking that he all of sudden hates him, but there is nothing that Sasuke can do about that at the moment. He cannot risk the brash adolescence finding out about his current condition.

Class proceeds successfully thanks to the bearded teacher's smoking habit and his choice in seating, he manages to remain out of sight and out of mind. The only one who pays him any attention is Naruto. All throughout class, the boy tried to look back and get his attention but Sasuke refused to give it to him. When the bell rings, he tries to move quickly but the abruptness of his movements causes him to get nauseously dizzy and he winds up plopping back down in his seat as the world spins around him. By the time he recovers enough to open his eyes, he can see Naruto bounding towards him from the front of the classroom. Panic instantly settles within him when he realizes that there is no way he will be fast enough to avoid the blonde now. What is he going to do? He cannot even speak clearly.

"Naruto-kun." They both jump in surprise when their teacher's deep timbre stops the boy short.

"Hai?"

"Will you come here please? I need you to stay after to discuss this, hmm, test score with me." The man shakes his head as he waves Naruto's latest failed exam in his fist.

"Eeeh? Asuma-sensei, do we really have to—"

"Would you rather I bring it up to Iruka-san?"

"…I'm coming." He spares the relieved Uchiha one more scrutinizing gaze before joining the smoker at his desk. Sasuke wastes no time in making his escape and exits the classroom. He makes his way to the restroom and shuts himself in a stall.

He feels absolutely awful. There is no way in hell he will be able to go to gym next. The world is violently spinning around him just by sitting on the toilet. Although the shades should be shielding him from the brightness around him, the lights still manage to give him a throbbing headache. He has to bury his face in his own lap just to stop himself from vomiting from all the sensations overriding his senses. He is almost grateful when he suddenly loses consciousness.

….

"Hello? Is there someone in here?"

When his eyes open again he is relieved to find that he is surrounded in darkness instead of the blinding light but just like before he is unnaturally confused and discombobulated for a few seconds. In takes longer than acceptable for him to remember where he is, who he is, and what he is doing. Just what is going on with him?

"Hello?"

"Hai…I'm in here." He steps out of the stall and nearly bumps into the school janitor.

"Hey kid, are you in one of the afterschool clubs?"

"Afterschool clubs…?"

"Yeah, the principal announced last week that you guys are only allowed to use the restrooms out on the field. You can no longer use the ones inside the building, sorry."

"…" He offers no response but grabs his messenger bag before heading home. How could he have slept through two classes and lunch? Not only that but he has no recollection of falling asleep. It is as if he simply blacked out. Pushing those concerns to the back of his mind, he focuses all his attention to getting home successfully. Much to his bewilderment, just like that morning, he has trouble in walking the path that should be familiar to him. And by the time he reaches his home, his body is exhausted as if he returned from spending twelve hours in the gym. His bag is quickly thrown to the floor and he does not bother taking off his shoes before collapsing on the couch. And like before, he is all at once consumed by darkness.

….

When he wakes up again, he finds that he is nowhere near as confused as he has been. It takes him mere seconds to recognize his ceiling, and to figure out he is laying face up on his couch. Still these are not things that he should actively have to think about at all. A sudden shift near his head causes him to glance back and he notices with dread that his father is sitting next to him. His head is practically in the psycho's lap. When he tries to sit up, he regrets his abrupt actions immediately because once again he is thrown into nauseating dizziness. His father, however, pays him no mind and continues to flip through the TV channels. To the teen's relief it seems that the man is not drunk. When the single father of two is sober he tends to ignore his children, which Sasuke will take over the alternative any day.

Sensing no immediate danger, he allows himself to just lay there and try to even his ragged breathing. To his surprise, his father actually addresses him albeit without glancing in his direction. "Why were you sleeping down here?"

"I was too tired to go upstairs when I came home from school."

"Tired? Why? You don't do shit."

"…" Why is he speaking to him? Uchiha Fugaku did not speak or act without purpose and Sasuke knew this all too well. This time he manages to get his body into a sitting position just in case the unpredictable man decides to attack him again. Although he doubts he can do anything to protect himself in his current state, it is better than being completely vulnerable.

"Tell me something Sasuke."

"…"

"Do you miss Itachi?" Fugaku glances over in time to see the boy's eyes widen a bit and cannot help but grin. Not many things can get a rise out of his youngest son and he knew that, but for some reason just the mention of his eldest is enough to get a showcase of emotion from the usually aloof teen.

Sasuke is almost certain that his father is fucking with him…but still, why would he ask him that all of a sudden? Either way he steels himself for a mental assault before delivering a carefully composed response. "Miss him? What is the point in that? What he does is no longer any of my concern and I am not going to waste my time fretting over him. He is nothing but a traitor, after all." His obsidian eyes narrow into angered slits when the man actually starts to laugh at him.

"Is that so?"

"Why would you ask me that?!" He is in no mood to play the man's childish games.

"I was only curious to see if the feelings were mutual."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean." The coy smile on his face is truly unsettling but the teen refuses to look away like some meek child in the presence of their greatest fear. He is Uchiha Sasuke. He fears no one. "He was here yesterday and did not ask about you at all." No amount of self-control could stop the lump from forming in his throat. He was not prepared for that. "Hahaha, you should see your face. It's pathetic."

"He…was here?"

"That's what I said isn't it?"

"Why?!"

"He got some of his things that were left in his room."

"…That's all?"

"Oh? I could have sworn that you just said he was a traitor whose actions were no longer any of your concern?"

Before he can really think about his actions he is on his feet, glaring down at his poor excuse of a father. "I am not playing your games old man. What did he say?"

"You should see yourself right now Sasuke." Surprisingly enough, the man remains perfectly calm. "You miss his dick that much?" Fugaku can only snicker when he notices the boy's fist shaking in barely contained anger. "Well tough, he did not ask about you at all. I actually asked him if he was here to take you to live with him and you want to know what his response was?"

"…" Every bit of his common sense is telling him that he should just go to his room right now. He knows that he should not entertain his father at all but before he can think on it anymore Fugaku answers for him.

"His exact words were: Sasuke is no concern of mine, he's your problem now. Ironic huh? That's almost exactly what you…" The rest of his father's words are lost to him because the ringing in his ears returns with a vengeance. It feels although someone just punched him in the nose and gut all at once. His chest heaves as he struggles to catch his breath and it's then that he realizes that he is hyperventilating. He makes a run for it and can hear the man cackling all the way to his room. He slams the door before sliding down to the floor. Surely his father is just trying to fuck with his mind, right? Itachi wouldn't…

His brows furrow when it dawns on him that it is possible that he never really knew his brother at all. He never thought he would abandon him. He never thought that he would choose some blonde drag queen over his own little brother. But look at them now. It is obvious that he has been trying to cling on to this notion that his big brother is a good person but he needs to face reality. Itachi is not a good person. He is in the same boat of wickedness that their father is in. At least their father has the audacity to not pretend to care for him. There are no tears in his eyes as he forces himself from the floor and into bed. It is apparent that only he can take care of himself, despite how old he may be. He can only count on himself. Thanks to his recent state he does not have to dwell on his ruined image of his precious older brother for long because as soon as his head hits the pillow he falls into a "blackout-like" sleep.

….

The next morning he sets about the task of making himself presentable again. Once more he uses the sunglasses and a turtle neck sweater. He manages to stomach some oatmeal before making the journey to school. Although his dizzy spells are still just as frequent as the day before, he makes it to class with way less confusion. At least he will have the weekend after this to rest. Just as he was going to enter Kakashi's classroom, where the man surely would not be present yet, a firm hand on his shoulder stops him short. The pain the touch causes is immense and he cannot help but flinch a bit before turning around.

"Oiy."

"…" It's Kiba. The abrasive Uchiha slaps the offending hand off his shoulder before addressing the wild haired boy before him. "Don't touch me."

"Tsk." Although he is wearing shades, he is sure Kiba can feel the hate radiating off of him but he continues anyway. "We need to talk."

"No we don't."

"Wha—"

"There is not a single thing you and I would have to talk about."

"And I am telling you that there is! But not here. Just follow me."

"How about no?"

"Look man, it'll be quick. There's a classroom right around the corner that I know is empty right now." When Kiba starts walking, Sasuke sighs before stuffing his hands in his pockets and following suite. He is already resigning himself to a fight. Even in his current state he is confident he can take the football player. In reality the teen is not weak at all. Far from it actually. His father and brother are the only two people he is aware of that can completely overpower him. When the pale teen is not recovering from injuries or doing homework, he is usually in the gym anticipating the day that he finally becomes stronger than them both. Even so he can only hope that Kiba is not as much of a coward that he already believes him to be, and does not have a gang of people waiting to jump him.

His skepticism is proven unnecessary when they enter a classroom that is indeed empty. So he is going to fight one on one? That's fine with him, but he'll wait for the other to throw the first hit. "What do you want?" He remains by the door as his classmate perches himself on top a desk.

"You just get straight to the point, dontcha'?"

"I suggest you do the same."

"Grrr." For a moment he actually sounds like a dog, but Sasuke only arches an eyebrow not the least bit affected. "Fine. The reason I asked you here is because we need to discuss your…sudden closeness to Naruto."

Wait what? For a moment he is actually speechless. Of all things, he was not expecting this. "What are you saying?"

"I am saying that I have noticed how close you two have gotten and I want to tell you not to get any funny ideas."

What.

"We may be going through a rough patch but—"

The fuck.

"He is still mine, so just back off alright?"

This is actually happening. The Uchiha cannot believe it.

"Well, are we cool? You aren't saying anything."

What does he expect him to say? He is absolutely taken aback that someone has the balls to attempt to tell him what to do. Not to mention, he does not have the time nor patience to be dealing with some frivolous high school bullshit, especially not now. "Are you some special breed of idiot?"

"Nani?!"

"There are so many things to address, I don't even know where to begin. Most importantly do not ever tell me what to do, got that? Secondly what makes you think I want Naruto? And if I did, what in the hell makes you think you could stop me? I would already have him. And since when was Naruto your property? Last I checked, he dumped your sorry ass."

His body tenses instinctively when Kiba hops off the desk to stalk over to him. "Look you arrogant asshole, I am just letting you know as a man that he DOES belong to me. He might be upset now, but of course I am going to get him back and there is no room for you."

"Che!" What nerve. What a fucking idiot.

"And I don't know or care about your motives but I know Naruto better than anyone." Something about the smug way he said anyone really ticked him off for some reason. "And I know how he is. Those eyes he's giving you now, he gave me too in the beginning. He likes you. And I'm not having that. Since you made it clear that you don't share his feelings you should tell him and not string him along. It would only be fair to him."

"Am I hearing you, trying to tell me what to do once again?

Kiba reaches out to yoke the shorter teen up by the front of the shirt, but he hesitates suddenly and lets him arm fall. Sasuke smirks since he can only assume that the coward is at least not fully stupid. He no doubt remembers the last time he tried to manhandle the Uchiha. "Just don't forget what I have said. This is your one and only warning." He tries to brush past him, but Sasuke moves out of the way at the last minute and the brunette almost trips into the door behind him. Sasuke smirks on as his face reddens and he storms out of the room. This school really is filled idiots.

Soon he is back in class and it passes by uneventfully. Dread fills him when it is time for math, because he knows there is no way he is going to be able to avoid a certain blonde. Still, he maintains a blank expression when he enters and he is not at all surprised to see that Naruto has actually come to class early. He really is pretty predictable. Like yesterday, he stalks past him and takes a seat at the back. Naruto does not bother playing coy and follows him. He stands there, next to his desk as if he is expecting the stoic teen to explain himself. When he does not, he is left with no choice but to break the more than awkward silence. "Um…"

Sasuke does not even spare him a glance and instead takes out his notebook and busies himself with preparing for class.

"Uh, Sasuke?"

"…Naruto?" His voice is perfectly even and reveals no emotion.

"Are you okay? You've been missing for a while…"

"I was sick."

"Oh, are you better now?" He can tell that the usually hyperactive boy wants to sit next to him by the way he is fidgeting, but the injured teen does not make the seat available and keeps his messenger bag in place.

"Yeah."

"Oh…about yesterday…"

"What about yesterday?"

"Well…how to put this….could it be that you are avoiding me?

"What makes you say that?"

"You did not sit in your usual spot yesterday…"

"That has nothing to do with you." He does not mean to sound as harsh as he does, but it is probably all for the best. He cannot risk the nosy teen finding out why he has really been missing.

"And well, it just seems odd. That night at my house…I mean you ran off right after…eh, I mean it just seems that after that you just disappeared. I wanted to get your number bu—"

"What night at your house?" The sound the blonde makes at this statement is enough to make him finally look at him. It sounded as though he actually chocked on this words. The tanned blonde is standing there like a deer caught in headlights and Sasuke really wishes that he had not looked. Luckily he is still able to appear expressionless thanks to the tinted glasses.

"O-Oh uh…well I'll leave you alone now, okay? You seem like you don't want to be bothered. Um, see you at lunch?"

Before he can walk off, the young Uchiha shakes his head. "Probably not. Go ahead and eat with your friends."

"…Okay." He turns away then and walks back to his seat with his head held low.

Dammit. Why does he feel like shit? Sure he admitted that he and Naruto were getting close and sure things got…heated that night, but it is not as if he actually cares about the boy's feelings. Right? That night was just a mistake. Just teenage hormones at their best—or worse really. It's not like he would actually do anything with Naruto. They were just making out. Nothing he ever plans on replicating again, so there is no need to bring it up in his opinion.

Despite these thoughts he cannot help but feel a twinge of guilt throughout the lesson. Every time he glanced at Naruto, he was either being uncharacteristically quiet or forcing a smile at his classmates. It made the Uchiha sick to watch. He was relieved when the bell finally sounded and he could once again take refuge in the restrooms. Even though he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness, he manages to set an alarm on his cellphone before falling asleep. Thanks to his quick thinking, he wakes up in time for Iruka's class. When he arrives, he takes a seat at the back to remain unnoticed and endeavors to focus as his sensei begins his lesson.

"So class, this is why it is very important to provide legitimate citations when giving another author credit for—ah Sasuke-kun."

He stands at the sound of his name, more than ready to finish the thought. "It is important for giving an author credit for their ideas and research. Excluding proper citations can be considered plagiarism."

"Ah yes, thank you very much for such a perfect answer but that is not why I called on you."

"Oh." Some of his classmates giggle but of course he feels not an ounce of embarrassment. "Yes Iruka-sensei?"

"Those sunglasses are a violation of dress code. I'm afraid you must take them off." Shit. Why did Iruka have to be such a strict, bossy, busy-body? Why can't he be like his other professors who either did not notice or did not care about such an insignificant offence? "Sasuke-kun? Did you hear me?"

"I did."

"Then please remove them."

"…"

"Sa—"

"I will not." Of course this blunt statement is followed up by a bunch of 'ooohs' from his classmates.

"…WHAT did you say?"

"I am not taking them off."

"Take them off this instance!"

"No." By this point, the students are in an absolute uproar.

"I do not know what has gotten into you, but I will not tolerate insubordination!"

"As you wish, but they are still not coming off. Would you like me to go to the principal office?"

"NO! SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW AND SEE ME AFTER CLASS!" The man has unrivaled lungs so he does not bother responding and just takes his seat as he adds, "AND THE REST OF YOU, BE QUIET RIGHT NOW!" The room falls deathly silent in an instant and the hot tempered man continues his lesson in a huff. When class ends many of his classmates either laugh at him for his actions or shower him in praise, both of which get ignored. Only when the last student leaves the room does he approach his teacher, who looks relatively calmer now.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Sasuke what is going on?" The man looks genuinely concerned but Sasuke would prefer that the young adult mind his own business.

"I did not want to take my sunglasses off so I didn't—"

"That's not." He cuts off sharply and takes a calming breath before continuing. "That is not what I am talking about."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"You skip class, what, four days in a row? Then you show up in this get up and your behavior is immensely concerning."

"I don't know what to tell you. Never met a student who skip class from time to time Iruka-sensei? It is not exactly uncommon for a teenager to do. Nor is it uncommon for a teenager to go through some type of fashion statement phase."

"…" He cannot stand the way he is staring at him. It is as though those intense brown eyes are trying to bore into his soul.

"Is everything alright at home Sasuke?"

"Yeah why?"

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe. I've had my doubts for a while now anyway…"

"I'm not your son alright? Why don't you direct your unwanted attention to him?"

The man stands in a motion so quick that Sasuke actually flinches back. He expects the usually wired teacher to yell at him, but instead he leans in with that intense look in his eyes. "Take off your glasses Sasuke."

"I already told—h-hey you!" The brunette is deceptively fast. Sasuke can only stare wide eyed at the glasses now in his grip. When did he? He looks up from the shades in his hand to the look on his face. His sensei looks absolutely mortified. His mouth is open and eyes wide in a look of pure horror.

"S-Sasuke, who did this to you?"

Oh shit. He can feel his heart thumping against his ribs and his breath starts to come out in short panicked huffs.

"Sasuke, it's okay. You can talk to me—"When the man reaches out a hand to comfort him, for whatever reason the boy's fight or flight is triggered. He turns away and flees out of the room and down the hallway. "SASUKE!"

Dread fills him when his teacher actually follows right behind him. Sasuke knows he won't last long in his current condition but nonetheless he pushes pass innocent afterschool students and knock down trashcans in his wake. However, it is all to no avail because he can hear Iruka closing in fast. He spares a glance back and tries to sprint faster but the world is starting spin and he can already see darkness coloring the edges of his vision. Not now!

"Sasuke?!" He looks forward in time to see a stunned Naruto, but not in time to avoid running into him. They both go tumbling towards the ground and Sasuke can see the white tile approaching his face fast, however he passes out before his body meets the tile.

….

What is that beeping sound? It is constant and annoying. There's nothing like that in his house. What is that warm feeling on his arm? Is someone touching him? That thought alone allows the teen's ink colored eyes to spring open. Dimmed lights allow his eyes to re-focus quickly and the first thing he notices is a woman in all white, adjusting an IV in his right arm.

"Oh hello Sasuke-kun, how are you feeling?"

Taking a quick look around makes it plainly clear that he is in a hospital room so he does not bother asking where he is. "What is going on?"

"Sit tight, I'll go get the doctor." She disappears then and after a few minutes wait a burly man in a white coat enters his room.

"Uchiha Sasuke right? How do you feel right now?"

He is really getting irritated being asked the same thing all the time. "I'm fine." He answers rigidly before firing a question of his own. "What is going on?" The last thing he remembers is running away from Iruka-sensei. How the hell did he wind up in the hospital? His eyes narrow when the doctor heaves a heavy sigh before scanning his clipboard.

"Your teachers brought you here." So he got Kakashi-sensei involved as well? Dammit. "Did you know that you were suffering from a major concussion?"

"Concussion?"

"Right. Have you been experiencing dizziness, disorientation, sensitivity to light and sound, and/or headaches?"

"…"

"That would be why. For treatment, you should avoid any activity that involves too much physical or mental energy. Even simple activities like video games, schoolwork, and watching TV should be avoided. In most cases we prescribe that patients go to school or work for half days only and receive minimal assignments. "

"I see."

"Would you have any clue as to how you managed to get such a severe concussion?" The doctor looks up then and gives him an unreadable look that Sasuke mimics perfectly.

"I don't know…working out, skateboard maybe."

A simple shake of the man's head lets him know he is not buying it for a minute. "Sasuke, I just wanted to see if you would tell me the truth on your own."

"What?"

"The police and a social worker are here already and they are going to want to talk to you."

"For what?!"

"We examined your injuries…you have some severe bruising all over your body. Some old, some fresh—"

"Well—"

"No let me finish." He has no choice but to close his mouth because in all honestly he has no defense ready. "The bite marks along with the handprint bruising on your inner and outer thighs was enough for us to do a more…invasive examination."

"What are you saying?" Why does it feel like he is trying to swallow a brick right now?

"During that exam we found some seminal fluid in…I think you know where."

"…What? You what?!"

"I don't think I have to tell you that an investigation has been opened. I hope, for your sake, that you will fully cooperate with the authorities. Um, I'll leave you for a moment, I am sure you would like some time to yourself before they come in to talk to you." With that, the doctor leaves as if he just delivered the boy his Sunday mail on a fine sunny morning.

What is he going to do…?

Author's Note: Alright, first let me apologize if there are more typos than usual. I am sick and was on a lot of medicine as I completed and edited this (not my best idea) Also it's like 2am. Anyways excuse the shittier than normal writing lol. On another note, I do have a general direction for this story now, so as I mentioned expect way quicker updates BUT I will still love to see suggestions in the reviews, because if nothing else they get my creative juices going. You guys really have great ideas! So see yah soon and Thanks for Reading!