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, hello fellow readers. It's me again. I know that I keep changing my username and it is probably getting tiring, but I am going to keep this name for a very long time for personal reasons (if you can figure out why, then I'll dedicate a chapter to you. Well, I have been busy with school and life. So I'm sorry. I will try and finish up all of my other stories, just give me time.


Well, here is chapter seven. It's amazing that we got this far and already 31 pages. Well, please enjoy the story and tell me what you liked or hated. Enjoy.


Ch7

I sat there on the bed horrified at what I heard. I really hoped that he was only kidding about the belt thing. I'm pretty sure he was. Nobody would really off themselves just so they could escape this place. I know I wouldn't. Life can be pretty difficult sometimes, but that is never the excuse to end one's life.

I looked at my watch to see that the workshop class thing Kakashi mentioned was going to be thirty minutes. I put Sky away and walked out of the cabin. I was just going to go roam around a bit before I had to go to the designated cabin. Part of me wanted to Sasuke so bad. But another part of me didn't want to even find him. He was a jerk. From the three days that I have known him, he seemed to act as if he was better than me. I hated that. He was no better than anybody here.

I smiled as I looked at the trees swaying in the breeze. They seemed to be dancing a secret song that I wanted to learn. I really didn't want to be here. I hated this place. I was terrified that would lose my soul and my sanity. Part of me wasn't angry at my father as much as a few days ago. But I was still upset that he had sent me here. I felt alone in this place. I had to make it out of here. But I know I can't run away. Only God knows it's going to happen at.

My mind was spinning as I dealt with this camp. Straight Arrow was a horrible place for me. I hated it with all my heart; and I knew that he was a strong word. This place seemed to speak of peace and love of Jesus. But in reality they spoke of hate. This plays was a scam. This place would bring the destruction of many. And I was terrified that I would be one of them. I wanted to stop listening to them; a part of me would still listen.

"Hey." I heard a voice calling me.

I turned to see raven locks and pale skin. His voice smooth as velvet. I felt the Goosebumps traveling up my body. I loved how he sounded that I hated also. I cannot let him have this effect on me. It was against the rules; yet rules were meant to be broken. I smiled at him, trying to be cool in his presents.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I wanted to walk with you to the class thing." He looked up at me.

God, his onyx eyes were mesmerizingly gorgeous. I wouldn't mind if I got lost in those deep dark orbs for an eternity. But our first day with the rules still was freaking me out. I was terrified that I would end up breaking the big rules because of my own personality. When I see that some of my friends are down, I try to cheer them up. These people here may think differently with my actions. But it sees that I might end up screwing up.

"Yeah. That'll be pretty cool." I smiled.

We both ended up walking around the camp a bit. The camp was finally starting to burst with life with some of the kids laughing, although part of me sensed that these laughs were not genuine. But I could tell that there were some kids that were forming cliques. I kind of hoped that I would manage to get into a group soon. I was popular, to an extent, in my school because of being in some of the popular sports. But this place is different, such as me being in basketball and baseball will not make me popular… Unless the guys want to hear stories about the locker room. And unfortunately, many of those rumors are true.

The same blonde girl that I saw in the first day looked at me from a group of girls and the same girl who once had vibrant pink hair, now a very disgusting brown that seemed to have a tint of green from some disastrous peroxide incident. She motioned for me, or Sasuke, to come over. And we both walked to them.

"Hi." The blond girl waved at us to come over.

I smiled sheepishly as we sat down on the benches they were on. Sasuke didn't seem to phased out at this.

"You look familiar." The blonde girl spoke to me.

"I do?" I asked.

"Don't know where, but I know I've seen you."

I looked at her nose where it seemed to continue to bleed. Not as much as before, but still enough that she would need to cover it up. I really do hope that she doesn't get an infection from that nasty scratch. It really does look like it hurts a lot.

"Were do you live?" I asked her.

"I live uptown in Konoha." She smiled.

"Downtown." I smiled.

"I used to live there when I was little. My father was the pastor there." She smiled.

"What's your name?" I was pretty curious now. My brother said that we moved over to our house when I was really little. I was bearly even five years old. I do remember one of the neighbor girls with blonde hair. And her father did have the same job as mine.

""I'm Ino." She smiled.

"Oh my god!" I cried out.

"It's me Naruto. Oh god, I can't believe you're here!" I cried out.

"I knew I knew you from somewhere. I'm pretty surprised to see you in a dump like this." She smiled.

The former pinket and the raven haired looked at us like we were insane. We were old friends that were torn apart from the changes of life. We would spend our lazy childhood days together at the lake catching tadpoles. We would chase each other in our backyards. We would even spend our nights in each other's house. We both were pretty inseparable. I think her parents even have a picture of both of us in the shower together wearing those obnoxiously big sunglasses.

"So how's your brother?"

He's good. He's in college now."

"Really? That's neat."

"And your parents how are they?"

"My father retired early and bought a flower shop some years back." She spoke.

Sasuke elbowed me to get his attention. He really looked annoyed by the conversation. The pinket as well. Those two were staring at each other about to mug the other or something. All I knew was if looks could kill, one of those two would be charged for third degree murder.

"Well, we have to get going. Sit with me at lunch?"

"No problem."

And with that, Sasuke and I left the two girls. We both walked in silence. Even when we got to our class. We sat next to each other, but we still didn't say a word. In the class, there were a few other guys. Some who were in other cabins, others from our own cabin. I saw Gaara with his head down on the desk. He looked like he was going to sleep. Maybe that's how he relaxes himself, by sleeping it off.

I could hear a familiar voice in the distance. This was a voice that I knew I never wanted to piss off. And right now she was showing her furry to a poor soul. I felt sorry for the poor bastard who was dealing with her. I remember when I was little, and misbehaved, I would deal with that woman. Sometimes, if my brother and I were angry at each other, we would get the other in trouble just so we could see him get chewed out by her.

And suddenly, the door bursted open. Two people walked into the class. The woman, who I, without a doubt, knew and a creepy ashen man with oily long black hair continued arguing. I didn't like the look of the man. He looked way to dangerous to be counselor here. He looked like some pedophile, to me. There was no way I was going to find myself alone with this freak.

"Grams!?" I cried out.

Both of the adults and some of the other boys turned to look at me a little funny. I was a little surprised that my grandmother would even be here. I figured she would be enjoying her condo with Gramps and yelling at him for his sleazy novels he claims to be a work of art. I never really viewed her as the type of person who would be roughing it out in the woods. More as the one roughing it out trying to get a tan near her pool.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

She looked at me relived and took my arm, digging her nails into my flesh. I hissed at the stinging sensation. I guess she noticed because her grip became much lighter. I had a good look at her face. She must have gone to the Botox doctor since her face was smoother than her age would allow. Her hair a faded blonde, almost like those exotic white sand beaches. I noticed she was wearing her one of her low-cut shirts. It always bothered me a bit that she would wear those kinds of shirts. But I think it's because I am not that fond of knowing that my grandmother has giant boobs.

"Your mom told me what my son did." She stated flatly.

"I figured. So you're going to pick me up?" I looked at her hopeful.

She gave a laugh as she continued, "Not a chance twerp. You got to deal with this on your own. But I will try to help you out with this situation." She spoke.

"Thanks."

"I don't like the looks of this place. Especially that workshop teacher of yours." She spoke darkly.

"Do you know him?"

"Yes. He and your grandfather hate each other. Almost got your grandfather killed and arrested on several occasions. If he succeeded even one time, you would have never been born."

She looked at my face. I honestly think she is blowing some things out of proportion. And she knew that I felt that. But she didn't say anything.

"Look, just be careful, Naruto. If things get really bad, just let me know and I can call your parents and they'll get you out of here in no time flat."

"I know." I whispered.

We stood there silently for God knows how long. It was nice to be able to speak to her without her screaming at Grandpa. She really is a cool old lady.

"Naruto?" she broke the silence.

I looked up to her in response.

"Your father really does love you. I love you too. I'll tolerate your queer ass because of that love." My grandmother grinned.

"Thanks, Grams."

Suddenly, she hit me on the back of my head. "Don't call me Grams, fool."

And with that, we both were back in the class. The ashen freak looked at us with displeasure in his eyes.

"Tsunade, I believe you have a class to attend."

"And you have a class to teach, Orochimaru." She hissed back at him.

And with that, she slammed the door as hard as she could. A few of the guys in the class jumped in their seats a bit (and awakening Gaara from his nap). I didn't know if I was going to be thrilled knowing my gram-gram would be here. She is a real strict woman. If gramps was here, then I know I sure as hell would have more fun here. He and grams are two different people. But they both are perfect for each other. Both of them belong in the nut house together.

"Well, class, my name is Orochimaru. I will be your Gender Role Teacher."

Sai raised his hand as soon as the creepy teacher finished speaking. The slimy man looked rather annoyed at the hot twin. I could tell that many of us were watching those two, careful not to miss a moment of action. Everything really felt tense.

"Yes?"

"The rules state that the guys can't have long hair, but you can. Why the hell is that?" Sai blurted.

Sasuke hit his head on his desk at his brother's comment. He looked as if he had just heard something really stupid that it was just unbelievable. To be honest, I was kind of wondering that myself. The teacher here had long oily hair.

"Because I can."

"Then I can too."

"No you can't. I'm not a little prancing fag like all of you here."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This defiantly had to be against the rules. He can't talk to us like that. Just because we all are gay doesn't mean we are meant to be treated like we are dirt.

"Jesus had long hair. I can too." Sai smiled.

I couldn't believe the blasphemy this kid was spouting. Jesus had long hair. Yeah, he's the son of God. He can have his hair flowing from one sea to the other. We can't. Camp rules. Besides, I don't really have my hair that long. It's a little shaggy, but still acceptable.

"Actually," the teacher began, "nowhere in the bible does it even give a description of Jesus. For all we know, Jesus could have been bald."

He was right. I forgot about that. I remember a few years back, watching a DVD box set my father bought and they mentioned something about that. I personally always thought that Jesus looked like a person from the Middle East. He was born there. His family is from there. With that situation, I felt more confident with that saying, "If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and talks like a duck, it's a duck".

"Jesus was a black Jew. End of discussion." One of the boys shouted.

The entire class bursted into laughter, except for me. I really didn't want to deal with that because it was bad enough that I would end up going to hell for being gay. I didn't want to go to hell for making fun of the Lord.

"Enough class. Now, let us begin our class."

TBC


Well, that's the end of this chapter. Yes. Really nice. Kinda long, but it ended up good. Now, on the thing with what Jesus looks like and the DVD set, that is a fact. There is a DVD Box set called Great People of the Bible and in one of the DVD's (I can't remember which one) they state that the bible doesn't have a description of Jesus (only description of Jesus is that is said is that "He looks like the Son of God").

I dug a little more history and found that the Bible was the first book published in English. And also how the Europeans would spread Christianity, they would want him to look like themselves. Thus trading the Middle Eastern features such as the olive skin tone for a lighter shade. Getting rid of dark hair for brown, ect.

Well, I would also like to thank those who are reading this story. But I would like more reviews. It's rather annoying, to an extent, that I have more favorites and alerts for this story than I do reviews. I'm real happy and everything that I am getting people who are doing that. But how the hell am I supposed to know what you guys are thinking about and improve when I don't even have you guys take five seconds to type something out. So please, if you are going to put this story as a favorite, alert or add me to your favorite author or author alert, can you at least review? I would like to know what I am doing right or doing wrong.

I also want to thank my Beta Reader because she's the greatest. And also Bike for giving me the inspiration of writing this. Thanks for writing WWJD. It really is a good story.

Well, welcome back my readers. I hope you are excited with this chapter. I am happy to know that I have people interested in my story. And I want to let you all know that I write for you all.

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