Story: After All, What is a Whore?

Rated: M! BECAUSE I SAY SO!

Chapter 7: To Be Selfish

A/N: Do yourself a favor: totally forget the original Naruto plot line thing okay? Not like no one else has screwed with it before! OMG. This one is so SHORT. SORRY!!! Next chapter is LAST. Promise!!! Thank you, to the bottom of my heart, for reading this far. I love you.

I always wondered, what is the difference between people who cut words into their arms, and people who cut straight lines? I've always wondered. Maybe that's it, the thinking, pondering. Wondering. Do they try to forget things, while the people who cut words, letters, names, etc., do they try to understand what they are, life other people?

I've always thought that the words that are most important are the ones that never go away. They drift off, they make sense but they come back. Like friends, or like those who you love. They matter most if they never truly leave you. Not in there hearts, even if they try to protect you with their absence.

I think people are selfish things. Be selfish together. I'll die happy if you please just give in.

---

There's nothing to see here people keep moving on

Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone

No one cares when the show is done

Standing in line and it's cold and you want to go

Remember a joke so you turn around

There's no one to listen so you laugh by yourself

I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts

She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself

Say's I'm a bad man, she's locking me out

It's cause of these things, its cause of these things

Lets make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground

I try to whisper, so no one figures it out

I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed

It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things

The crowd on the street walk slowly don't mind the rain

Lovers hold hands to numb the pain

Gripping tightly to something they'll never own

And those by themselves by choice or by some reward

No mistakes only now you're bored

This is the time of your life but you just can't tell.

---

Sasuke is selfish. Naruto doesn't understand. He wants to be selfish with him. He touches him. Arms. Wall. Sasuke's arm. Naruto's arm. Kisses. Holding. Words. Bonds. Bad man. Locking me out. Rain. Don't wanna be me.

I step off the bed. Do not look him in the eyes.

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyeseyeseyes…

I speak. I push.

"I think it hurts worse only because I realize how missing this all is. How, this all just so monotonous, but people make the best of it. I'm tired. So tired Sasuke…" I pushed him farther back, his shoulder blades bumping softly against the wall. I couldn't see his eyes but I could feel my ache, my sadness, falling down my soft skin. Sliding along my chin, neck.

"'…and the blood of you shall be spilt and wash away your sins. Don't die in peace; die in agony, like the damned spirit you are…'" I quoted softly. My face was blank, my whole body dull. I turned softly and pressed my light weight against him. His arms did not embrace me but I could feel the pressure of his cheek on my blonde head.

"Naruto…" his voice reached my ears quietly.

"It was what a villager told me. He was waiting for me, in my 'house'. He had said 'just get what you deserve.' 'My daughter cries, day and night, just from seeing you alive. She still blames you…for killing her husband and daughter.'

I could feel his frown. "You must know by now, that I am the Kyuubi." Then I smiled a soft sad smile. I whisper. "You silly boy."

He shifted slightly and I could feel his surprise. So much for being a fucking genius. He made an action that was an intention to move. Without turning or looking up I pressed his arms against the wall, keeping him still.

"What's funny about it," I said quietly still, with a tad of humor in it, "is that I had been a little surprised at first. But then I walked over, and asked him please kill me, and make it hurt. I had gotten on my knees, and bowed my head before him, waiting for someone to finally throw a fatal stone." I closed my eyes, my smile still there.

"He tortured me within an inch of life, and then he asked me quiet suddenly, if I loved anyone. If I, 'the Kyuubi, was capable of love. I told him I was, and for the first time I cried. Then begged him to kill me." I felt more surprise, and my voice, softer still, continued. I pressed a little harder against his arms.

"He then said, 'if you really want death, ask the person you love to kill you.'" I made an amused noise. "'…for no one can love the holder of the Kyuubi.' I'm still not sure if he wanted me to suffer more or if he just couldn't kill me. Soon after he left, someone found me, and told me you had returned. On your own. With the body of Orochimaru."

I had made everyone promise not to tell him. Like he needed to know.

There was silence, and the rain fell.

"…Sasuke…" a whisper.

I pulled slowly away.

"I'm very lucky the person I love has the will to kill me." I smiled, looking him finally in the eyes.

I fell to my knees. "…please?"

Just the rain.

---