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Chapter Seven…

My part in this crooked tale…

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I never dreamed that when I awoke one morning my own downfall would be set out in front of me. No-one sees things like that coming anyway. And the ironic thing of it was… I didn't have to do a single thing different than I had been doing since I was seven. I just had to live my life and it would ruin itself.

Maybe I'm living proof that love hurts, after all.

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This place is always so morbid all on its own; always raining with gloomy atmosphere. There really wasn't a better scene for me.
I had never really smiled much and doctors said there was something wrong with me. Who were they to tell me if I was well or not? I felt my life was more or less normal. Sure, I was gay and had issues with my older brother that I couldn't even acknowledge without going hay-wire, but I was just a normal seventeen year old boy. My life consisted of a strict routine that I refused to let fall apart easily. I was a stubborn person at heart and at least I knew it.
People liked me- for my looks mostly- though I showed no interest in most if not all of them. I didn't want anyone. Didn't need anyone. I knew I didn't…

The day started out like any other. Sort of…

I was at school when everything really started to brew.

The routine I had worked out here was nothing but ordinary for a high-schooler trying to get ahead in life.

I had a small job in the mornings for the front office and I usually just have to deliver the detention roster or worksheets, excuses, forgotten books…small tasks. It was rare that a new student needed to be delivered to a classroom; not many people got into this school to begin with and to top that off it was too late in the year to even apply. So, imagine my surprise when I see a blonde haired angel at the front, smiling… And there's something I can't help but notice.
He's sad.

I've seen him more than my fair share and more than he knew of. I never stalked him, but at the moment I felt like maybe he was following me around- which wouldn't bother me so long as… I shook the thoughts.
He came every morning to the coffee shop I owned. My mother had started it and I took over because she asked me to. I couldn't have ever been more grateful to her than the day he walked in, curious and innocent. But I knew he wasn't. Innocence… I wondered if it was even in his vocabulary.
I happened to like this boy…a lot.

There was something that bothered me however…

The boy knew my brother.

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Fate has a funny way of tripping you when you're just trying to make your way…simply passing by.

Naruto was his name…

His voice was heavenly and his features were even better. I'd give anything to have him to myself but I had more than one problem standing in my way…

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Everything is just weird for me, isn't it? Like my home life…

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Even in dreams so sweet where my parents are beside me and my brother is just a brother I can still feel myself screaming that I'm alone in the house…

I'm all alone when I don't even know it.

I can see them all I want, smiling or frowning but they're not there anymore…

I find myself thinking things like that when there's no noise in my house and all I have are my thoughts and a magazine placed in front of me…closed. My fantasies are over and I'm back where I need to be.

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I just wanted to go back to school.

My obsession was worse than a drug. He was my drive at this point.

I didn't know what to expect from going there because I'd never reveal what I knew about the blonde, but I didn't want to stay home and just take out my anger on anything there. My house always seemed so hallow anyway, my yelling didn't need to fill it today. But what an outrage! How dare Naruto be paired up with anyone in that filthy magazine?! It was more than just outrage; my fists were shaking the whole way to the school.

Naruto…

Naruto…

My supposed fantasy was everywhere yet no-where. I had come in late of course and he was still there, but so was a new red headed boy I didn't recognize. I half glared; with the news from earlier I didn't even want to bother with the thoughts that were going wild at the sight of him.

A new lover… I'd kill him.

But Naruto looked so relaxed around the new person-not at all like our encounters. I had to swallow the worry deep in my throat. I had never seen this look of peace on Naruto before.

Where was I even standing? With Naruto taking up all my thoughts I didn't even trust myself to talk to anyone, including teachers. Why should I even really care?

Naruto's eyes flickered my way and he smiled faintly. Could I save him after all?

I wanted to go over but I…

I looked away with a bit of a scowl. I needed to get my head together. Naruto ruined my thought patterns; intruding his own smiling self into it.

Scanning my surroundings I found myself in the classroom after all.

"I don't like these two new guys. Kiba's taken a fast liking to them though." I heard Neji speak up to my left. I looked over at him only half interested in his thoughts.

"Who is the red haired one?" I asked dejectedly. Pretending not to really care.

Neji shrugged. "Gaara was all Lee said. And the boy himself was stuck to Naruto the moment he stepped through the doors."

I didn't like that one bit.

Maybe they know each other, I considered.

…You see… In this twisted little tale my role has such a big impact on this love of mine. My beloved Naruto…

I didn't have any right to know what the connection between this new Gaara was with Naruto, but I wanted that right. I wanted a claim to him.

I didn't talk that much after that. School ended and that should've been the last I had seen of him for the day, but something happened.

When I was on my way home from work, which I stopped at hoping Naruto might come in late again, but he never showed up and this sick feeling was forming in my gut. Something was wrong.

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I turned my eyes to the sky just before it started raining… And a sigh passed my lips.

What if I wasn't supposed to know him? What if there was something wrong with me? What if I couldn't save him like he wanted? What if I wasn't strong enough…And his ties to my brother…What were they?

As if by fate…a cruel god that desired my life to be unfair, when I looked back at the road in front of me, just before I reached my car, I saw him… Blonde hair matted down by the rain as well as soaked clothes.

"Naruto!" I called but he didn't hear me. That sadness was about him again as he kept walking. I wondered if he had heard me.

"Hey!"

And then he turns…

"Sasuke…" His eyes come back to life, but only just enough to show he was alive.

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Now this happened…

Life twists everything around so nothing makes sense sometimes. There were too many things about him that I didn't understand and I did the wrong thing by hurting him to get the answers I wanted. And here we were…

Me, pinning him down. Him, glaring straight up at me from the corner of his eye.

"Itachi's your brother?" he asked, spitting blood out onto the tile floor beside us. I felt a twinge of guilt of having forced him down so hard.

But I couldn't stop the rage. He knew my brother and enough to know what kind of bed partner he was. Denying my sweet Naruto must've been something Itachi did to agitate the blond and that drove me mad. To just know it.

I growled at him in anger.

"How do you know him?!" I shot at him and he flinched.

His gaze shifted.

"Brothers…" he repeated.

I felt my blood boil under my skin.

"Sasuke…" he whimpered. "Let me up."

"Not until you answer me!" Why was I so heartless?

"Sasuke…" I couldn't tell what emotion that was in his voice.

I growled again at him. He was so ignorant and so… I scowled.

"I bet you're his slut, aren't you?" I heard myself saying. "I've seen him pick you up-heard you talk to him on the phone! Yeah- I bet that's what you are!"

He flinched again and his eyes lost their light…I struck a nerve and that brought me pleasure.

He wasn't struggling anymore. My lips curled into a smile… "Yeah." I removed one my hands from his wrist and brought it to his loose jeans already unbuttoned in the front. "I bet that's all you are… Just his whore."

He stiffened underneath me and quickly, too quickly, I pushed two of my fingers into his anus relishing in the feel of the walls clamping on my fingers and almost pulsing from not having been prepared. He screamed a little and I scisored.

He squirmed and shut his eyes tight. I watched his facial expressions like a mad man. Loving it all the while.

"Nnn-Ah!"

I pushed in the third finger and he screamed, arching slightly and scooting his body up across the floor in a desperate attempt at escape.

"Aren't you used to this?" I said in a mocking voice. And even a laugh escaped me when I pulled his head back with my free hand.

His eyes were still closed. That fact agitated me a bit.

"Aren't you?!" I screamed, forcing a fourth finger inside of him. His eyes shot open and he screamed. I felt a warm liquid slide down my hand and I knew without looking it was blood.

I removed my hands and pulled away to watch him shiver on the floor. He was gasping and trying to curl in on himself as if to hide.

He was crying.

I had caused him pain, but only part of me regretted it.

He gasped again, uncurling his body though he was still shaking.

Maybe he didn't deserve what I had done. Maybe he was just friends with Itachi, but something told me differently.

"Answer me." I demanded in a calm but demanding voice.

"I thought.." he choked. "I thought you were…" He cried, hiding his face.

I had betrayed him and his thoughts of me ever being able to be his savior and for that alone, I was sorry.

"I owe him." Naruto sobbed. "I owe him everything I have."

"What?" I asked.

He rolled over on his back and winced at the pain in his backside. "He saved me… He saved me first." He was talking more to himself now. "I should never have..Betrayed him…"

I wanted to snarl at him. Hurt him.

Betray my brother…That would be the least he could do for me. But what did he owe me.

I calmed myself down and squatted next to him. "What do you owe him for?"

Cerulean eyes shifted from the ceiling to my face. Eyes that knew pain like no other.

"…"

I guessed I didn't deserve an answer. But I wanted one. Almost needed to hear it. What could Naruto owe scum like him? Was Naruto any better than him?

When his eyes stare that deeply into me I feel as if those wounded eyes have been searching for me for a long time now. Years of scorn and it's me he was looking for, but he fell into the wrong hands. Was it wrong of me to think like that? It was a gut feeling I was getting by just simply looking into his eyes…

Those eyes…

"Sasuke…" His voice cracked and he started crying again, reaching up and embracing me now, crying into my shoulder. "Sasuke…" He held on tighter and I didn't move.

Naruto…

"Do you need me so badly, Naruto?" I asked, my voice holding nothing in it. His fingers only gripped and clawed the skin of my back, trying to hold onto me tighter than he already was.

His tears fell onto my shoulder and ran down the base of my neck. The smell of salt was displeasing, and the blood on my fingers was drying.
I had hurt this boy but here he was, holding onto me for dear life.

So no matter how much pain I caused him, I realized…He wanted me anyway… Because he knew he needed me and I was what he was looking for the entire time.

"Naruto…my question." I reminded him, still not moving my arms to wrap around him though I desperately wanted to.

"I need you." He whispered into my neck. "Sasuke…Save me." He pleaded and with that… The little reassurance; I held him back and held on tight.

I'd save him…

I knew I could now.

There was no way I could afford to fail him now.

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End Chapter Seven

Sorry if it seems like I rushed through this one. I was anxious to get this one down so I could write the rest which I intend to post up shortly after this one. Sorry to all of you who have been waiting.

Also!

I'm thinking of going back in time to when Itachi actually does save Naruto and you can see what keeps him by Itachi's evil little side. Should I?