Only God Knows

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto. That is all. So shut the hell up and get over it.

Summary: Naruto is forced into a camp for "troubled" youth. But will a certain raven lead him further from the path?

Well, chapter 3 is done, and now on to chapter 4. I hope you all are enjoying the story. Well, on with the show!

Ch 4

I followed the trail back to the camp site. I was amazed that I had somehow managed to get off of the hikers trail. But then again, I was running like an idiot away from this place. But those twins. Wow, if camp had boys looking as hot as those two, I should have come out years ago. I got a feeling those two are going to be going through my mind for a long time. I wouldn't be surprised if they stared in both guy's and girl's fantasies.

As I was walking to the auditorium, I started to notice some of the other campers. Some of them seemed to be dressing up as porn stars. But one of the girls, sporting a very provocative dress that made her look more like she was getting ready to meet her pimp instead of going to camp, had crazy bubblegum hair.

She looked killer. Her body is nice. She has curves. And that tiny dress showed them. Her chest reminded me of the fat bitch who was talking to my parents, but small breasts worked for this girl. Her body was tinny, lean, but well toned. This girl has the body to flaunt around. I just don't approve of the dress. If I ever had a daughter, I would beat her good if she wore a dress like that. If she lifts it up just slightly, then she'll be showing a pantiless surprise. If she tries to even try and make the dress longer by lifting it down, then she'll end up flashing a crowd. But seeing her here, she probably dressed up like this to stick it to her parents.

Before I knew it, I found the auditorium. It was a rather large building and fairly new compared to all of the other buildings here. Inside sort of resembled a church, instead of pews, plastic flimsy fold-up chairs were organized. In the front of the room was a large stage with some electronics. And in the center of the stage, a rather faded cross with extremely faded letters "V A DO R SA- P TH F S F R NG"(I). I wasn't sure exactly what the sign was supposed to say. It was defiantly missing other letters. I just wish I knew what the sign said. It's probably going to bother me for the entire time I'm here. Especially since the answer is somewhere inside my brain. And I'm just too stupid to figure it out at the moment.

My nose burned with the smell of bleach and some fruity smell to mask the bleach odor. And with the door open and many kids entering all at once, the room held a pungent odor of teen spirit; mixing with the fruit air freshener. If I hadn't thrown up already, I would be throwing up from this stench.

And since it seemed that I would be waiting for a bit, I just plopped on a random chair and dug through my pocket for my iPod. At least they wouldn't be able to take my music. They can take away my dignity. They can give me more self-hatred. But they are not going to even touch my music.

It seemed that God was trying to make amends with me because I had them sit one at each side of me. Never really blamed God, but it's really cool that he's trying to help me out. Both of them were talking about how they were going to be missing the best party of the century. They ended up saying things they would have done, like drinking until they passed out, find some hot guy, and for Sai even a girl would do, and do things that I prayed the conversation would be halted by a councilor.

"Young man." A tall skinny man called out.

I wasn't paying too much attention. I was just trying to ignore the conversation between the twins and listen to my music. I needed to practice this song. I'm thinking about performing it in my father's church. But I might perform it here if I get the chance. So I have to get it perfect now.

"Sir," the lanky man tapped my shoulder.

I looked up to see him. I could tell that Sasuke and Sai kept their traps shut about their party at the sight of the councilor. I'm pretty sure they didn't want to get in trouble, like I did. And I was only listening to music. If I'm getting the bad look from slick over here, I can't even imagine what he would do to the S Twins.

"You are not allowed to have that with you." He pointed at my iPod.

"I'm not listening to anything bad. This is my church iPod." I lied.

I have church music in this iPod. That's it. I also have other kinds of music. Right now, all I'm listening to is a karaoke track of a song that I have been wanting to learn. And my father even approved of me singing the song in his church. He thought it would be enjoyed by some of the other teens and preteens, and even possibly some of the adults in the church.

"I am sorry, but you still cannot have that iPod with you."

"Why?"

"One of the rules. The iPod has to be checked out."

"My parents checked my iPod." I lied again.

"We still have to-"

"My father is a pastor in a church. He won't even let me listen to the Backstreet Boys…" I spoke casually.

The man looked at me with a smirk on his face. I wasn't going to back down. They were not going to take away the only thing that is keeping me from going mad. This iPod was my life-line. If they took it, I would have nothing left.

"Very well then." The man smiled as he walked off.

Sai and Sasuke looked at me impressed at what happened. I don't think they really believed that my parents would actually check my iPod for "unholy" music. They would have if I was younger. But now that I was a Jr in high school, they trusted me enough to listen to good music.

"So, do you have churchy shit in your iPod?" Sai had burst into question.

"It's not shit. And I have other music styles."

I had everything from Queens to Lady Ga Ga. From the Devil Went Down to Georgia to Black Sabbath. I had some oldies like The Beach Boys and Elvis to even some modern artists like Konya West and 5o Cent. Hell, I even had some musical numbers from hit plays like Way Side Story, Sound of Music, The Phantom of the Opera, The Producers, My Fair Lady, and even some of the garbage like High School Musical (my friend's little sister begged me to put that crap of music in my iPod because she always takes it whenever I spend the night there).

I love music. It's a big part of my life. If I could never play sports again, then I would have my life devoted to anything and everything musical. I learned how to play the piano and guitar from my mom. I only picked up singing because I would always go around the house when I was a little kid singing random tunes. I would even go as far as making up songs on my own. My mom would tell me how "cute" and "adorable" I looked singing about exploding spiders that were attacked by dogs and other random non-sense (I).

"Yeah, and your parents really check your iPod for demons…" Sasuke snorted.

"It got the man to leave, didn't it?" I huffed.

"Yeah. But that's because the man's an idiot." Sasuke stated flatly.

"I know, right? I mean, who's ever heard of the preacher's kid coming to a dump like this for being gay?" Sai asked.

"Nobody. The preacher's kid would be here throwing holy water at people like us."

"Do you see me with a cross throwing holy water screaming, 'da power of Christ compels ye!' now?" I asked.

"That's because you're not a preacher's kid."

"I am. My father is a pastor at a church."

Both the twins looked at me with scowls on their faces. I think they really didn't believe that my father was a holly man. Let alone thinking that there could be a child from said man that was anything like them. Maybe I'm like a rarity. How often does anybody find a gay person who is a god-fearing man?

"You weren't kidding about that?" Sasuke asked.

"Why would I kid about something like that?"

"I didn't know? So you wouldn't get your iPod taken away, I assume." Sai stated.

I was about to say something when a simple looking woman entered the stage. She wasn't over-weight. But she wasn't slender. Her tresses were a plain brown straight mass. She looked like she would be perfect for background people in the movies. She didn't attract too much attention.

The entire room fell deaf as we watched the woman tap on the mic. An annoying screech erupted and many of the teens groaned in annoyance at the protruding sound. She murmured a sheepish apology for the whining microphone.

"We here at Straight Arrow believe that life is a test. Yes and the devil is trying to snuffle the voice of God from giving you all the right answers.

"He tells you that it's alright to take that joint. It's okay to drink and disobey your parents. It's not a sin to have sex with somebody of the same gender as you."

Sai chuckled at what she said, muttering to Sasuke or me why the hell everybody was here if banging somebody of the same gender was perfectly alright.

"The devil wants you to listen to him. He wants you to cheat, to steal, lie, and be homosexuals. Why? Because Lucifer knows it's a sin. And if he has you sin and deny God, he wins. And being homosexuals means denying God.

"And so far, you young adults are failing God's test." The woman said as she held tears.

Sai and Sasuke sighted in aggravation at the woman's speech. They looked like they wanted to go up on stage and beat her to a bloody pulp. That way she would look more than plain-looking.

"As it says in Jeremiah 17:9, 'The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?' means that the devil uses our emotions in our hearts to his advantage. The Prince of Darkness uses our own weaknesses against us to sin and put the Lord's name in vain. The Devil wants us to blaspheme our mighty God.

"He wants you to being soft and weak. And for you bright young men and women, the pleasures of the same gender feels nice. Why? Because Satan wants to control your hearts, your thoughts, and your minds." The woman spoke passionately.

I really couldn't believe that this woman who looked like she could never say such things with such fire was doing just that. She looked like she would rather spend her days blending into a crowed. But here she was, speaking with such fire. It reminded me of my father's sermons.

"And now, for the camp rules." She smiled as she was handed by one of the councilors a little booklet. I assumed that was the camp's handbook that had the rules.

She cleared her throat as she began to read, "No smoking, drinking alcohol, or drugs. All medical drugs, such as Tylenol, Redline, vitamins, and Prozac, are to be kept with our nurse, who will administer them whenever necessary in the Medic Hall.

"No sexual or emotional misconduct. If any temptations, fantasies, dreams, or any camper is pressuring you, report it to a staff member. Sexual misconduct is inexcusable. This means no viewing of pornography, emotional dependency, voyeurism, stalking, masturbation, mutual masturbation, or any form of genital or sexual contact with another person."

Wow. I simply could not believe it. They expected all of us healthy teens to keep things our minds out of the gutter at hot people? They expect the teenage boys to suddenly halt their wet dreams and chop off their manhood just so we don't "sin" here. God, this is going to be terrible for my hormones.

"The only acceptable touches that are acceptable are handshakes and quick pats on the back or shoulder. No hugging or any other romantic touching allowed. Follow the Lord's laws, which can be found in Exodus 2o:1-17.

"Now with hygiene. We really don't want to smell you for the months we are going to be here. We also believe that fixing the smaller problems will ultimately help you fix the bigger problems in life.

"So please, everybody keep proper hygiene. This means showering every day, using deodorant, brushing teeth at least two times a day. All men are to shave off all facial hair, including sideburns. Men are to have their hair no longer than bellow their earlobes. Women must shave their legs and underarms at least twice weekly. Only natural hair color is acceptable in this camp.

"As for the dress code, no tight, provocative, or "gangsta" clothing is allowed. No spandex or bike pants. No inappropriate mannerisms or hand signs such as the Peace Sign (II), gang-related hand signs, or anything that would be viewed as offensive to the Lord. Sign Language is perfectly acceptable. Wear clean under clothing at all times.

"Boxer shorts of any kind are considered undergarments. No acceptation. They are not to be seen, including as night wear. Shorts and a shirt are proper sleeping wear.

"Women are to wear bras and panties at all times, except for their sleeping wear. Now, everybody, we want you all to dress appropriately for the situations."

I looked over at the pink-haired girl that seemed to have broken almost every rule here. She really looked like she didn't care what the lady thought. She looked more bored to be here.

"If men chose to wear jewelry, only a ring and a watch are acceptable. If they want to wear a necklace, it must be a simple cross, right-side up. Women are allowed to have two earrings, one on each ear, a ring, and a simple watch and bracelet. No facial piercing or visible tattoos, even if tattoos are to show the glory of Christ, our savior."

I tightly held my crystal necklace. I was not going to let them take it away. I got this necklace from my grandmother from my father's side when I was only four years old. And I haven't removed it since then. This necklace is very dear to me. I am not going to remove it because of this place. I don't even take this off when I'm showering.

"Your clothes are not to be tattered or ripped. Your shirts must not be muscle shirts or 'wife beaters'." By this time, she started to read the rules.

I was amazed that there were so many rules here. And most of it was just for the dress code. It was really crazy. I listened on occasion about the dress code. I was trying to find out some more for the men than the women, seeing as I was not interested on whether I could wear skirts and the proper undies for them.

"All bags have been checked and all contrabands have been removed. You will receive the back when you leave. Unless if said contrabands are illegal items, such as cocaine, pot pipes, ect.

"No cell phones, computers, or any communicating devices are allowed. You all must earn those privileges. No inappropriate music such as rock, rap, metal, pop, and techno. Only music viewed as wholesome."

She then looked at the last pages before she smiled. I didn't like the look of her smile. It made me feel like something bad was about to happen.

"And on to our Life Saver."

I know that a life saver is that ring on the boat for those who are overboard. But seeing her smile the way she did told me that we all weren't going to be going to any boat. In the pit of my stomach, I knew that I did not want to deal, let alone know what a life saver was.

TBC

I hope you enjoyed this story. I know that this chapter was a lot longer than the last ones. I hope you all enjoyed it.

I want to thank Bicycle for writing WWJD. I want to remind all of you that my story is different from hers. But this chapter does resemble hers big time because of the rules. I also enjoyed the Safekeeping scenario in the story, but felt that it would be more ironic for the name changed to Life Saver.

And I want to thank my beta reader, aka my cousin. Thanks for helping me with this. And also for my upcoming story with DBZ called Camera Troubles, and possibly a DBZ Wizard of Oz parody. You're helping me with the plot to get it all figured out and hopefully, once I'm done with this story, I will go and write it.

I'm starting to watch the Legend of Zelda and all I have to say is this:

Link sounds like a major fag!

I- My cousin's little sister has done that a lot before. It really is adorable, especially when she always sings that little made up song she did. Funny thing is, it's always different.

II- My church were talking about the peace sign going on about how it's a satanic symbol and things like that. I personally don't see it, but oh well…

I want to thank all of those who reviewed. But I would still like some more... So please review!