Wait And Bleed

They brought Sasuke to the hospital and left Tsunade wordless, explaining what had Naruto done.
It was certain it had been Naruto; but his strange reactions, the way he insulted Sasuke – the aggressive way in which he constantly repeated "Get the fuck off my life".
Tsunade couldn't understand.
Luckily the Kyuubi hadn't hit the throat, but the shoulder – right beside Orochimaru's seal.
The seal switched on as soon as Sasuke woke up – but he shut it down immediately, saying "Not your business – don't tell me what I have to do".
Tsunade healed the wound, and Sasuke asked to be released that same evening.
"Not to say, I have to explain this thing to Naruto"
Tsunade leapt at the chance:
"WHY is he behaving this way?"
"Because of Orochimaru.
I told him I have decided to go – there.
This was his reaction – and I have to say, it made me change my mind.
If he reacts so – this would be so hurtful for him.
I can't do it…"
"So, now you'll simply tell him this?" asked Tsunade, anxious.
The way Sasuke was behaving in these days.
She remembered someone else who behaved just the same – even around the same age.
Then became a murderer, then a slaughterer, then a monster.
She couldn't remember, however – that Jiraya ever reacted to his thoughts and ideas in the way Naruto did.
Sasuke was the spitting image of Orochimaru.
She had to face the fact that Orochimaru had already spoiled him.
"As soon as I can, I'll touch base with him…" smiled Sasuke. Falsely.

Naruto went to sleep.
He didn't think of locking the door – he simply couldn't understand such a deviltry – first of all on his best friend's side.
And such a deviltry he mustn't conceive – since Sasuke's violence wasn't deviltry, nor bestiality.
It was evil.
Pure evil – though someone said 'Who covets Evil for its own bitter sake? None – nothing! 'Tis the leaven of all life – and lifelessness'.
But what Evil attacks is Good.
Evil is its parasite – it follows Good's moves, to fill with shadows the place it left empty.
Yes – Evil lives in the shadow of Good.
You could even say that Evil – must be ephemeral, temporary – like all the other things on earth.
Evil must be temporary – so that, when another piece of Good comes to sit in that place – Evil leaves it to it.
Nothing is endlessly good.
Nothing is good forever.
Things spoil, if you don't kill them.
Naruto had thought – that he should have killed him, after he did it.
What doesn't end – and spins out – spoils, rots, decays, ebbs, festers.
It's covered with illness – and it's contagious.
Sasuke spoiled for getting hands on Naruto again.
He caught him off base – attacking when he was sleeping.
He quietly entered the room, he locked the door, he undressed; he got the wit of tying his hands – right when Naruto woke up.
Sasuke smiled and cheered him.
He even laughed, in loud voice.
Naruto could only understand he couldn't move.
Nor hands, nor – legs.
Nor head.
Naruto could only understand that he couldn't understand anything.
Sasuke kissed him, looked at him, laughed, then kissed him again.
"Take a look at the milk's expiring, next time.
It could lit up some strange chemical reaction with the drug.
For your liver's health, you know…"
He bit his neck and went on.
The only thing Naruto could do was thinking – and think he did.
'HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?'
But then, when Sasuke didn't 'kiss' him, he realized he could also talk – and the more he felt pain, the more he insulted him.
With bathed breath – like he always was, since Sasuke said the first phrases of that quarrel – he witnessed his mayhem – with closed eyes.
He said – he called him "rotten piece of shit" "batshit crazy" "a bunch of shit left of Sasuke"; this "despicable" wreck of his best friend, this "leech of a leech" "vulture" "hyena" and on with the bestiary.
Sasuke answered kissing and biting him – and laughing, hissing.
When was done – he did it again.
The possessiveness you could see in his gestures, the way he treated him – if you think from the perspective of a thing, you see that its agent – we humans – is, really, huh, CREEPY.
What the human is to a thing is what an Evil God is to the human.
A god who is evil, alright? Almighty like God, but evil in will.
Sasuke humped his spinal column, brought it straight back, pushed his head in the pillow and pulled it up – made him sit, lie, turn, crouch; the only thing Naruto could avoid was being put on all fours.
He simply had to drop himself down – Naruto couldn't move.
He exploited gravity, in this case – but all the rest was no go.
Another thing Sasuke couldn't do was force him – to shut up in another way. It was enough for Naruto to show him teeth.
Then it ended – Sasuke lied beside him, turning his head to look him, and tried to talk – humanly – with him.
Naruto repeated 10 times – his only answer was: - "Go away or I start to scream".
In the end Sasuke answered – slapping, kissing him, biting badly his throat and then biting his tongue.
"You're an all ways blasphemy" slurred Naruto.
He spat – on the one who spited him.
Then, he suddenly began to shake – uncontrollably.
The drug's effect was dousing.
His muscles received all the impulses – the orders – that nerves collected for them in the previous two hours.
In few minutes he would regain his mobility independence.
Sasuke understood that he hadn't much time.
He stood up, put back his clothes and bade him goodnight.
Naruto answered with "a fuck off".

The day after, no one saw Naruto around.
Sasuke didn't know – "He simply won't open me the door".
Kakashi went there, knocked, tried to convince him to come out – Naruto didn't even answer – nothing but "Please, Kakashi, leave me alone" – until Kakashi said:
"Sasuke is waiting for you – okay everything but you"
"GO AWAY!"
Kakashi did, mumbling:
"Something about this ain't very right…"
Naruto stayed two days in his house – waiting for his mind to heal.
He didn't give a fuck about the body.
Or well, he had decided to tell Kakashi.
The mind – he was continuously seeing the mayhem's pictures – like in video.
Like moving pictures in his head, continuously playing – inside his mind, after having done it outside on his body.
'Is it a dream or a memory?'
He didn't know what his mind was doing – and this wasn't alright.
Naruto, the morning after Sasuke's 'second coming', tided and cleaned his house.
He brought the pillow, linen and sheets out of his home – and burned them in a yard.
He didn't say a word, he didn't shed a tear – his face looked like it was made of stone.
Inside – as you know – a stellar explosion was taking place.
The first question which roamed, roaring and drifting this explosion's sphere – was:
'WHY DON'T I KILL HIM?'
Naruto, that night, escaped again on that peak we saw before and bawled like a child – throwing Rasengans around the place. He had to be consoled, in the end, by – the Kyuubi.
Naruto was helpless.
Sasuke's memory desolated his mind.
He was slowly going out of spirits.
As much as he desponded, he became devoid of will and strength to react; he only wanted to become – a statue – a plant – something that could not be raped.
Something that would be left alone, in peace.
Then he came back – the day after Iruka came to his house and asked him to have a talk at the ramen place.
"No."
"Ok I bring Ramen here"
"…As you want."
Iruka saw some wounds – he asked him about them.
"Tomorrow" was the answer.
"Tomorrow I'll tell.
Just leave me another day.
Just be careful about Sasuke" breath-taking "that he doesn't leave…"
"He said he only wanted to tell he isn't going to Orochimaru; that he will always be here with you…"
"HUH, HE SAID?
Tell him I'll go to the Sand Country as soon as I can, and the next years I'LL LIVE THERE and train with MY FRIEND GAARA.
I don't want him to go away because he mustn't flee.
I'll explain you tomorrow, Iruka…"
And Iruka told Sasuke.

Who understood it literally – and showed up again.
But we know, not everyone in the village gave bona-fide to the Uchiha clan.
Someone knew enough about their blood – and Sasuke's behavior had leaped out at Kakashi.
He asked one of his friends – an Anbu – of keeping an eye over him, following him and looking especially for anything regarding Naruto.
This man – call him Tenzou – did; but he did – not alone. He brought other policemen with him.
Orochimaru was involved –
Uchiha, they already saw enough – and the Jinchuuriki as seasoning – ALRIGHT…
Better to overrate than underrate it…
Risky, it was risky – dangerous, it could be dangerous – deadly, it could be even deadly – better to be prepared.
LUCKILY he came prepared.
Sasuke had the time – and his methods – to spend some hours there, without making a noise – no strange things, no notice.
His methods were – drugging Naruto again, but he moved to heroine.
Heroine was better – it could even help some – surrender – some acceptance.
Naruto was unconscious for the first two hours.
Then he regained senses – as Sasuke had just gained Nirvana thrice.
He tried to parlay again.
"There must be a compromise we can both accept.
There must be a way – in some way – c'mon…"
Naruto answered repeating "NO".
Sasuke thought of buying him – he grabbed his hands and kissed him slowly – normally – kind of a quarter of hour long.
Naruto's answer was spitting on his face again.
Sasuke slipped downwards and spread his legs – down, down – too down – OH.
Naruto hit him on the shoulders, tried even to bite his hands – to make him stop.
This was really – using his body – out of his will!
In spite of himself, Naruto's body followed its mechanisms – but he managed to knee him right on the forehead – Sasuke swore and, in his rage, forgetting that Naruto wasn't doped anymore – he mugged him again.
Tenzou felt the Kyuubi's aura – the Kyuubi's chakra – that light from Naruto's windows SHIIIT…
He ran with the others – he managed to calm Naruto down (he was the only one able to do it in the entire village, that's why Kakashi asked HIM).
The other Anbus ran after Sasuke, who ran away – he knew Orochimaru's servants were waiting just for him to go with them.
And he went.
When the Kyuubi calmed down, Tenzou SAW – and understood.
He put a blanket on him, called the others and told them to "bring him to the hosp- to TSUNADE" – he had "to see Kakashi, now, first of all".
This had gone far worse than Orochimaru's matter.
He noticed the Jinchuuriki's eyes – red and gold – his hair, standing straight up.
He had – to tell Kakashi about it.

Now your pictures that you left behind are just memories of a different life. Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry – one that made you have to say goodbye
Shot through the heart, and you're to blame – You give love a bad name! I play my part and you play your game