SilverKyuubi says: Okay, so allot of people were complaining about the last chapter and said there wasn't enough of Naruto in it...so guess what? I made another chapter for all of you! It only has a but of Naruto in it towards the end since I'm still not sure how I'm going to go about developing their relationship, but I hope it's enough to satisfy readers...since their's a Sasuke-Happy-Time scene in it. -grins-

Pairings: SasuNaru, duh

Warnings: yaoi, Sasuke fantasizing about Naru-chan, masturbation, all that good stuff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!!!!!

Enjoy! And please don't hurt me!

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Cure My Tragedy

Chapter Six: Dreaming of You

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I don't even think I knew what he said until after he was gone. There was no one there in front of me, and I mentally kicked myself. I must have blinked. Damn. I blinked again and my surroundings finally came back to me as if I were staring off into space. But honestly, if someone like that came up to you and smiled that sexy smile, wouldn't you stare and drool too? Oh wait...am I drooling? I wiped the back of my hand on my chin. Nope. Saliva free.

Sakura, Lee, Kiba, Hinata, and Gaara suddenly ran up to me, shocked and very concerned looks on their faces --well, not Gaara, but he looked a bit perturbed -- and it wasn't until Kiba grabbed my arm lightly in worry that I noticed that I was shaking.

"Holy fucking shit! What the-- how, I mean...what the hell was that?!" Kiba started gesturing with a bewildered and horrified look on his face as he gestured his arms in the air showing his disbelief.

"Sasuke-kun, how did all of that happen?" Sakura turned to me with her worried mint eyes. Gaara was staring strangely at me.

"I-I don't know..." I cursed myself when I stumbled over my words. I was so shooken up. Both by the crazy interaction with the thief and the gun and the amazing angel I just seemed to hallucinate into being. But honestly, I didn't think that was true...not even my imagination could come up with something like that.

"Atleast you are alright, Sasuke. We were very worried when you didn't move and even more shocked when the felon tried to shoot you!" Lee said, his eyes wide with shock.

I sighed. "I know...but let's get out of here." Now that I noticed, there were still some people in terrified states. Some idiots were even taking pictures or holding video cameras to catch all that happened. I wonder if I should ask to borrow one of theirs to see if I was really so shocked to come up with an image of him...

"Sasuke-kun, are you alright?" Hinata asked me with her eyes that reminded me of Neji. God, what I wouldn't give to see him right now...We were walking quickly back to the parking area.

"I'm fine...just, shocked. I'm not even so sure of what happened." I said as truthfully as I could. But dammit I wasn't alright. Who could be alright after that? My thoughts suddenly flew to Itachi, but I quickly discarded it. What he doesn't know wouldn't hurt him. He probably wouldn't let me out of the house if he ever found out about something like this...

'Not that he would care...' I almost snarled. The bastard. The fucking stuck up bastard probably wouldn't give one fuck if that random thief took the life of another Uchiha, his blood brother. He would probably praising the gods that his brother isn't causing more mayhem for him. He could only have his perfect job in his perfect little house on the hill with a stupid homey city nearby to go to when boredom overcame him. My emotions switched from shocked and scared to anger very quickly. I realized it was just a way to turn my thoughts away from what happened, and how damn scared and frightened I was. Anger was a good stress reliever.

The drive back to Sakura's house was silent, with me in the back seat and Kiba still grasping my arm. I let him though. He occasionally glanced at me from the side. I didn't care for that, but the arm grasping me was strangely comforting. I knew he cared, and I was warmed by it. It felt good to have friends, especially when your fucked up brother didn't pay you any mind.

We all climbed out of the car to go to back to our respective vehicles.

"So you need anything?" Sakura asked politely. I noticed that all of them except Gaara stayed to pay me a farewell. He had acted pretty weird the whole time back too. I didn't quite understand it, but I was trying to push trivial things out of my mind. It seemed that my mind was trying to focus on everything else to avoid the topic of the shooting.

But I was still grateful for everyone's concern, though it was not needed. I didn't need to be babied, I was a big boy. Even though sometimes I don't always act it. I blame it on how my parents spoiled me rotten.

"No, I'm fine. Well, maybe not yet, but I will be, so don't worry about it. I just need to sleep it off." They looked like they didn't believe me, but nodded anyway.

My trembling had stopped when I entered my own car. I was grateful that I wouldn't do what I did the last time I was in a situation like this. It really bothers me that I'm so weak that I would shake and tremble like a child. It's degrading. I scowled instead. Damn, this was becoming like a pattern...

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It was around 7:00 p.m. when I got home. The place was spotless, as always. And only a few of the lights were on. I didn't see aniki's car in the driveway, so I suspected he wasn't back from work yet. Go figure.

I headed towards my room, passing by a waitress doing checks, namely Karin. I almost groaned as I saw he blob of red hair coming to greet me. I could practically hear the stupid giggles inside of her mind as she saw me, and then I wanted to puke. This couldn't be happening. I just wanted to go to my room and pout dammit!

"Hello, Sasuke-kun!" Someone shoot me. "I missed you! This place was soooo lonely without you to brighten up the rooms!"

'Eat me, bitch.' But I mentally took that back. She might actually do it.

"Hn." Ah, my typical nonchalant answer, come to save me again. I shoved past her and she had her mouth open like a fish, sputtering in disbelief. I was tempting to shove something down there too, to shut her up, and most certainly not my little me. I think then that I would actually throw up. Well there's a thought...maybe if I threw up on her, she would leave me alone. I grimaced as I thought about. Nah, I'm sure I could think of something better...and less disgusting.

When I entered my room, I was filled with relief and a homey feeling. And for good reason. My room was my sanctuary, no matter how girly that sounds. I could retreat to it whenever I felt like it. And while I wasn't one to sit on my bed and write all my thoughts on paper like girls, I did resolve to my imagination. Normally I would look to a book right about now to fill my head up with fantasies and adventures to think on as I tried to fall asleep. But that would ruin it. Completely.

I went to my computer to try to see if anyone was online to talk to. Thankfully, Neji was on. I needed someone to talk to, and while Shikamaru would be great to talk to, sometimes he's too worrisome. He can call it troublesome all he wants, but if he's seriously concerned about one of his friends, there's nothing that will stop him from marching straight here to Konoha to try and protect me. And then it would take a half hour just to convince him out of it before I can even finish the story to him.

0emoRaven0: neji, u there?

-WhiteHawk-: uchiha, u talked to me first...something must be up.

I snorted. Bastard.

0emoRaven0: sigh y do u insist on saying pestering things?

-WhiteHawk-: y do u insist on making it so easy?

Asshole. I decided to let that one slip.

0emoRaven0: i just got into some shit...actually, i got into shit twice.

-WhiteHawk-: what else is new? u always seem to have some radar for dog shit, ur shoes are the proof of that.

0emoRaven0: that was one time u asshole!

I could hear the jerk laughing from here! And I was 100 fucking miles away!

-WhiteHawk-: aww, ur not pouting r u? u seem to do that often

What? I do not pout.

I don't, do I?

0emoRaven0: r u gonna listen to me or not?

-WhiteHawk-: fine fine...i was just seeing if that stick was still stuck up ur ass...which was proven true. what's on ur mind?

So, after a few more minutes of bantering, I finally told him a bit of what happened. Granted, I left out that I was scared shitless and saw a --most likely not real -- blonde angel after the thief tried to shoot me. I didn't want him to think I was crazy...and I also mentioned that I was with his cousin Hinata and was okay friends with her.

-WhiteHawk-: Hinata-sama, eh?

I thought about that statement for a minute, a previous question that I had been wondering about worming its way back into my mind.

0emoRaven0: say, neji, y r u and hinata so distant? when i mentioned u to her once, she got all flustered. i suspected there was something between u, but...

I let the sentence hang. It took a few seconds for the bar that says -WhiteHawk- is typing... to come up, showing his hesitation. I was curious to see his answer.

-WhiteHawk-: our relationship is complicated...its hard to explain.

I was confused. What was so hard to explain? But I decided it didn't matter right now.

-WhiteHawk-: uchiha, im gonna have to let u go.

0emoRaven0: alright...g'night.

-WhiteHawk-: good night...and i know its hard but, try not to get urself in more shit alright? whether literally or not.

-WhiteHawk- has signed off

Fucking Neji, he signed off before I could give him a piece of my mind.When I looked at the time, I saw that it was after midnight. Damn, were we really bantering that long? Well, I decided to try to get to sleep. My mind flashed with the thought of the sexy blonde, and a thought came to me. I haven't had a good fuck even before I went to that slut club that night that seemed like years ago. Sex was my therapy session. I was male afterall.

I got up from my seat and turned out my lights, took off my shirt, and immediately jumped in the bed not bothering with my pants. I didn't have any intention of leaving them on long anyway.

I stared at my ceiling for a minute, thinking back on today, and thankfully not nearly as shaken up as I was. It was almost exciting now, the way I come so close to death but always get out of it. I should really stop pressing my luck and just stay off the streets period.

And then my thoughts turned to him. Oh yes, the main focus of what I really wanted. I already felt my pants tighten at the thought of him, and I haven't even undressed him with my mind yet. Damn, that was one fuckable blonde... My hand reached down towards my lower regions, rubbing it against the rough material of my jeans.

I fumbled my hand on my bedside table for my Ipod. I normally prefer a music rhythm thrumming throughout my body before I get started on this, it's a huge turn on for me. Not that I actually listen to the song. Certain things get to be very distracting.

Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation
from the mind of one sick animal who can't tell the difference
and gets stupefied

The bass was pounding into my eardrums, and I felt at ease. I unzipped my jeans, caressing my hand against the boxer clothed erection growing. I conjured up a picture of that blonde, Uzumaki Naruto he said his name was. As I rubbed my hand over my growing staff, I imagined him with his golden hair between my legs. The oh-so soft hair threaded between my fingers as he bobbed his delicious mouth up and down on my dick.

I've been waiting my whole life for just one fuck
And all I needed was just one
fuck
How can you say that you don't give a
fuck
I find myself stupefied, coming back again
All I wanted was just one
fuck
One tiny little innocent
fuck
And when I feel like I'm shit out of
luck
I find myself stupefied, coming back again

I panted as the lyrics found their way into my head, sweat starting to creep down my heated face. Oh, God, he would be so wonderful with his talented tongue wrapped around the head just the way I like it, suckling on it like a treat. I moaned at the thought, moving my hand to grasp my erection's full length. A gasp escaped my mouth at how sensitive it was. I turned over onto my stomach, keeping my head to the side to continue panting. I raised my hips so that I could move my hand a bit, trying to draw this out. I moved my fingers over my erection, pressing my thumb against the slit that was leaking precum and groaned. I gave a few strokes, a moan coming out of mouth as I thought of him. The friction of my hand was adding to the fantasy, helping me get higher and higher. Ah, damn...

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping
I think I'm breaking down

He would be under me, his impossible ocean eyes half-lidded and smoky with lust. I would worship him like the god he was, running my tongue over his glowing skin under the moonlight. He would elicit a beautiful moan as I sucked on a nipple like a starving man. Arching his back, he would run his fingers through my hair, and pull me up for a sloppy kiss that would hold so much passion that is spelled out how much we wanted each other. I moved my hand faster up and down my erection, barely audible whines pouring from my mouth. I was getting close. I bucked my hips against my hand, trying to get all I could, smearing my precum over the head of my penis.

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupefied

It's all the same you say
Live with it

"Ngh..." I moaned. My fantasies were taking me fast...After grinding our hips together, I would raise his creamy legs over my shoulders, and then after sharing a look I would thrust into that heavenly heat, letting his muscles wrap around my thick cock as he cries out in ecstasy and pain, mixing the two together. I gripped my dick tighter, and then abandoned it all together in favor of thrusting it against the sheets below me. The roughness of it felt heavenly.

But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupefied

I get stupefied

"Ah, pant ngh..." Every breath I released was a gasp, my face very hot and I frantically thrusted my hips against the bed to try and get off to my fantasies. I would brace myself on one of his legs, the other laying on silk sheets below. I would thrust so hard into him, the bad shaking in our fucking. He would almost scream at the hard pounding, grasping the headboard and moving his slim hips back against mine, our moans and the slapping of our skin sounding throughout the room. We were both climbing higher and higher...oh, god...

All the people in the left wing fuck
And all the people in the right wing
fuck
And all the people in the underground
fuck
I find myself stupefied, coming back again
All the people in the high rise
fuck
And all the people in the projects
fuck
And all la hente in the bario
fuck
I find myself stupefied, coming back again

He would open his pink, swollen lips and throw his head back as he came so beautifully, his cum covering us both in white streams. His muscles would completely clamp around me, bringing me to my end as well.

Why, do you like playing around with
My, narrow scope of reality
I, can feel it all start slipping away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupefied
It's all the same you say
Live with it

I screamed his name into my pillow as I came, my cum squirting the bedding below me and some getting on my pants and boxers that were hanging off my hips, and I collapsed against my bed, completely exhausted. I panted heavily into the pillow below me, my eyes drooping heavily with fatigue. Damn...that was by far one of my hardest climaxes...

I lay for a few minutes on top of my bed, before kicking my pants and boxers off and onto the floor. I'll worry about the mess in the morning, but I refuse to sleep with those on me. I rolled onto my normally unused side of my bed and slipped under my clean blankets. The last thing I thought about was stroking those adorable whiskered and smooth cheeks before I quickly fell asleep.

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I creaked the door open slightly a few minutes after he finished. I peaked into the room, trying to make extra sure that his breathing was completely even before making my move...

I gave the okay to the others that were surrounding me in excitement, and I slipped stealthily into his room, the wonderful smell of sex filling the room, and I almost swooned at the force of it. Holy shit, now I can do this! I pushed my glasses further up my nose as I grinned.

I moved over to his bed, dreamily staring down at his innocent and vulnerable form. Oh, what I wouldn't give to just molest him right now...I would too, if it weren't for the other maids standing right outside his door watching my every move and making sure that I didn't do anything that they weren't allowed to do. I almost groaned in disappointment. I quickly stole my eyes away from his perfection to get what I came for.

I looked on the floor where his black boxers were, a white substance staring to dry. I giggled my evil way as I picked them up, inhaling his scent before moving to where the excited noises coming from outside his door were starting to grow. Dammit...I wanted to ditch them to have this magnificent item all to myself, but I knew that couldn't happen. They would hunt me down to kill if I made off with this treasure.

I slipped outside the door to join the equally excited maids that were surrounding Sasuke's door.

Cum-Covered-Boxer-Stealer-For-Sasuke-Fangirls, performed by Karin Hebi, complete!

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Since today was a no-school day --thank God -- I didn't really know what to do.

I had woken up late the next day, my activities from last night wiping me out entirely and left me in dire need of sleep until noon. When I did wake up, I expected to bring my clothes myself down to the nearby pantry to be washed. But when I looked on the floor, my white stained and messy pants were there, but the boxers that were on the floor were clean...and not the same ones I remember wearing the day before. I considered for a moment that maybe I didn't get any cum on them, but then decided to ignore the whole thing altogether. It was pointless to mull over such trivial things.

I read most of the morning in the garden in the backyard. I found it very relaxing and ended up finishing two lengthy books. Afterwards, I lay on the fresh grass and stared at the blue sky. At first, my thoughts were on the books of which I had read, continuing the journeys not there, or considering new possibilities of what could have happened if certain situations were changed. But as I continued to look at the endless sky, my thoughts turned quickly to the blonde that I had masturbated to last night. I decided to keep my thoughts on more innocent aspects of him to avoid a hard-on.

Like his tan skin, those adorable smooth tan cheeks with cute whisker marks that reminded you of a cat. I frowned at this thought. Maybe not a cat...He was elegant for sure, but that lopsided grin that he had given me yesterday was utterly mischievous, and reminded me more of a playful and cunning fox than a cat.

I flicked at the necklace that was hanging around my neck, and held the gem between my fingertips for a moment to admire the beauty of it. It's blue-green color was fascinating in the light, and I still wondered who might have owned it before I came here. It really was a treasure. Not as clear as the sky, but hinting at the secrets of the ocean. I decided to wear it. I would only wear it outside my shirt when I was alone, and in public I decided to tuck it on the inside to avoid questioning. I wouldn't want anything to happen to it.

Itachi didn't call from his trip, which was to be expected. I was still mad at him. I had earlier found out that he did call briefly to make sure that if I left anywhere, to remind the maids. I was so irritated to find that he would be so worried about me causing trouble, but never talking me about anything in the first place, instead making the call to the maids. The maid whom told me all this saw my anger, and had quickly excused herself from my presence. I felt like hitting something. That asshole.

I did get a call from Lee, which was completely unexpected since I didn't remember giving him my phone number. When an image of Sakura and Kiba flashed in my head, I decided that I was going to have a very serious talk about who they may or may not give away my cell number to.

I sighed as I gazed at the sky. It was so unreachable, it was almost sad. I imagined once in a while what it must be like to spread your arms and feel the air beneath you, and having all the world below and oblivious to your pleasure.

A movement caught my attention from the corner of my eyes, and I sat up quickly to see what it was. I glanced around to try and see what was there, but I didn't see anything. I was about to push it off as paranoia when I saw the back of someone walking away from me and towards the mansion entrance. I would have thought that it was simply a maid that had come to check on me to make sure I was still at home until I recognized the unmistakable color of unmatched golden hair.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight, and I jumped to my feet to rush over to where the blonde I saw was rapidly getting out of my line of sight as he turned the corner to the entrance door. I turned the corner as fast as I could, but when I looked at the door, it was already closed and he wasn't there. I looked around quickly before deciding that he went inside for some reason and I threw open the door to hurry inside. I looked around the immaculate entrance/living room and didn't see him. Almost desperately, I searched throughout the first floor of the house, checking every room to make sure that I wasn't missing anything.

I was filled with disappointment, and extreme fear that I had missed him. How the fuck could I have missed him, he was walking into the house! Another movement caught my eye and my head shot up to the stairs, and there at the top, ready to turn another corner I saw him. I almost glimpsed at his eyes. And then he disappeared again.

I ran as fast as my legs would take me, sweat forming on my face from all this running around. But I knew I had to get to him. It was like he would disappear forever and he really would be imagined. I didn't even think to use my voice to stop him. Not that it really mattered since I was sure my voice was stuck in my throat anyway. I raced up the stairs and turned the corner, and again he wasn't there. I was frantic in my search for him, desperate. I didn't even think of the crazy feeling filling my stomach and clenching at my heart. I didn't want to think on it.

I searched the nearby rooms, making sure to look thoroughly before moving on to another one. I checked them all until I finally got to my door, and I stopped before it, panting in huffs as I stared at the door knob. A thrill ran up my spine at the thought of him. He could only be behind this door. A sense of predator and prey made its way known in my mind. It was like I would finally have him to gobble him all up.

I turned the door knob, the suspense drawing out as I slowly opened the door...

...to find nothing.

There was nothing there that was unusual, nothing to say he was even here. I came in slowly, a sad atmosphere falling into the room. I glanced around. Nothing was out of place, nothing missing, nothing changed. Nothing to indicate he had even existed. I was filled with dread.

"Looking for me?" My heart froze mid-beat. I turned around.

And there he was...fox grin and all.

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"So, why did you send me chasing through my own house just to find you?" I asked nonchalantly as we layed on my bed. He gave me a grin that made my breath catch in my throat. Not that I would let him know that.

"Well, for one thing it was pretty funny." I scowled at him. I didn't think it was funny at all. "And for another thing, it wasn't like I wanted your maids to think your crazy or anything, calling to empty space." My face evened back out.

"Dobe, you come appearing and disappearing, so I think it was kind of hard not to question my own sanity. Let alone if anyone else thought I was crazy." He immediately frowned at the new nickname.

"Hey, teme, don't call me that! It's not very nice! And here I am a welcome guest in your home." His face was furious, anger apparent in his eyes and in his expression. I smirked at him.

"You must be crazy to think I would let you in my home willingly. I guess you're trying to make stupidity contagious." He growls at me in irritation. Although, what I said wasn't true in the least. He can come into my home --and my bed -- any day.

"Teme."

We lay there for a while, bantering and messing around. It was strange...this goofy guy just comes into my home, and we act more like the best of friends rather than strangers. He keeps distracting me from the really important questions until after a while we just sit in comfortable silence. It was then that I decided I needed to ask what was on my mind before he muddled it with his innocent charm.

"You're...not human, are you?" I watched carefully for the reaction he would give me in his large ocean eyes. They glanced up at me, and stared back into my coal ones, flickering with some emotion before answering with a somewhat melancholy smile.

"Yes, I am..." I was confused now. He seemed to catch on. "Well..." He fidgeted. "I'm not sure what I am exactly. But I know I'm human...or at least, I was." I stared at him for a minute. He seemed frustrated for some reason.

"I don't understand." And I didn't. I mean, I think I did, and I had my suspicions, but I wasn't entirely sure of what he meant. He looked back at me.

"Well, I guess I don't really either. One day I just woke up here, but I didn't remember anything before this." He looked to the side and had a far-off expression on his face. I thou ought about how strange it was that he was acting so different from the impression I had gained when we first met...or first saw each other or whatever. I saw a confident and playful person, and here I see this somewhat insecure one. Though I know I've only scratched the surface. It's going to be great getting to know this guy.

A smirked as an idea came into my mind -- with it still fresh with my masturbation scene the night before -- and I crawled up to him while he was still spaced out. I stopped when my mouth was an inch apart from his right ear and I licked it slowly and sensually with my tongue, and almost grinned in satisfaction as I saw a shiver run up his spine.

"Well, it's going to be a pleasure having you around, Na-ru-to," I breathed in his ear and his eyes slid shut and he let out a silent, almost inaudible moan that made me harden almost instantly. He glanced at me sexily from the side, giving me a coy smile.

"It's my pleasure, Uchiha."

Of that, I had no doubt.

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Dammit, I knew I was going to get it...but damn!

"How could you not get him? You were 3 feet from him! Is your aim really so poor?!" He growled at me, and I kept a retort from slipping my tongue. That bastard...I can't believe how high-and-mighty he thinks he is. I mean, we were once partners after all, and now he thinks he's top shit.

"It wasn't my aim, it was something else! Something was protecting him." I barely managed to keep from yelling at him. He backhanded me hard, leaving my cheek smarting and my body facing the cold ground.

"Don't give me such lies, Sasori...This is the second time you've failed in killing the younger Uchiha. I'm giving you one more shot...if you can't get it done, then I will send someone to capture him." A shiver ran up my spine in disgust at the sound of his slimy voice. It was disgusting, and I wanted so badly to beat the shit out of the fuckwipe.

"Fine." It came out tense and reluctant. I got up hesitantly and turned to head to the door. But his voice called my attention back to him.

"And Sasori...don't try anything funny. If you do, it will be your little boyfriend that pays." I could hear the victorious grin in his voice, and I stopped in shock. What...how the hell did he know...?

"Yes." Dammit. I felt so helpless right then. Deidara was making me become affectionate for the guy, else I never would have done this. Another shiver ran up my spine at what might happen if I failed to kill Sasuke, but it was not a tremble of fear for me, but for him.

After all, Orochimaru wasn't known to make his prey die fast when caught. It would be mercy if I killed him with one shot to the brain.

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A/N: And there ya go. I hope it's okay...and please don't kill me anyone! I realize I'm working on this more than My Kitsune, but I'm asking readers to be patient with me. I'm having the same teenage troubles as anyone else.

Later.