Underwater Chapter 10:No light, a naruto fanfic

AN1: Today's Monday, isn't it? Well, I know it's no excuse… but my computer died for a couple of days. No one knew what it was until we checked the sockets, for me to realize that my new kitty probably stepped on the button which turns it on and off or something... Had plenty of time to think of the chapter though, enough rambling so….but still: This chapter is beta'd by konakisen.

From the previous chapter:

'He got off me, and showed me the T-shirt, as if asking me to put it on.

"It'll get cold at night." He announced me, as if saying: if you remember last night…

"I know… but I don't want to move." I mumbled, already closing my eyes, refusing the idea of moving, completely.

But he didn't give up. I was gently lifted, with my eyes still closed, and turned so, that I wasn't on my belly anymore, but on my back. Nothing hurt so I didn't mind even if I didn't see anything. He lifted my hands up and slid the T-shirt on them, not even disturbing me a bit, after all, it was his, and still a bit bigger than me. I let my hands down, felt the blankets covering me, but just when I thought he'd go to his side and put his head on his pillow, because I was already, almost ,entirely asleep, still… I felt someone's breath on my lips, just like I felt them last night after we drank too much.

And even though I really wanted to believe I was dreaming, it felt too real, too close. He was breathing on my lips.

But it lasted only a couple of seconds, for I heard him getting off the bed to turn off the light, heard him staying on his side of the bed, and when nothing touched me anymore, I finally fell asleep.'

The actual (new) chapter:

Dark. It was too dark to see a thing. No structure, no color, no smell, no sound; because there's nothing to touch, nothing to feel, just void and null, just blankness and vacancy, just like...a desert of darkness.

Chapter 10: No light

' "Hey! Blondie!"

"I already want to go back..."

"What're you saying there, Blondie?"

"Ehh...!"

"You're some weird hottie, y'know? What's wrong babe?"

"Dude, the drugs have got to your brain and have burnt it, you're out of gray cells my friend, so I'm just gonna take my luggage and just so you know, my name's Naruto, what's your ..."

"Not so fast, B-l-o-n-d-i-e." '

My eyelids opened up on their own. Just to think that my brain really has that protective part which blocks painful memories. Which I personally thought it appears just when you had an accident and survived. Falling off a building, suffocating, drowning, getting stabbed or something close to it, but that was no accident.

Somehow, meeting so many people, seeing so many things, getting kidnapped, then rescued, and then trying to get into Sasuke's army …well, my mind seemed to completely forget how I got into the desert in the first place, after arriving into some town, but this dream in which the darkness surrounded me from every corner and the voice of the hippie haunting me really woke me up completely.

Though, the reality's still sleeping. Sasuke embraces me in his sleep again, I take that back, Sasuke suffocates me in his sleep again.

"You…damn King…" I mumbled while fighting with his long and big hands, nonetheless… beautiful. Though I couldn't help but think bad of it, and I really wished I was the one writing the newspaper around here, just so everybody would know about this side of their oh-so-almighty-King. Though I didn't want to admit it, I stood a bit too much in his arms even while awake, enjoying the warmth, comfort and safeness.

"Stop moving." He said, almost commanded as he pulled me closer to his chest.

'I feel like a puppy.' I thought as I was practically squeezed like a teddy bear.

"What's wrong with you? Let me get up!" I started yelling and fighting, feeling a bit…small.

"Ten minutes." He whispered in my ear and I could feel my face heat up.

I went silent. His breath on my ear and neck sure didn't help. But while staying like that, I tried to remember once again about the actual problem, not the…bed problem.

'Wait…'

"You freaking…! Why are we sleeping in the same bed anyway?! You pervert!" I finally asked to get a sleepy moan against my ear.

'God…'

"There's only one bed." This was his obvious, serious, though still sleepy answer that absolutely made my blush advance in a deeper shade of color.

Minutes passed by slowly, so I lost count on how many, but it didn't bother me anymore. I accepted it without fighting. His hands on my belly, around my waist; his front pressed against my back and his mouth against my ear and neck. I was about to fall asleep again, but when my eyes closed and the darkness covered my view, I couldn't help but shudder at the memory of the haunting voice.

"Sasuke…" I started, a bit unsure about what I was about to say next.

"Yes?" He asked, though he sounded half asleep already.

'Maybe it's better if he's asleep.' My conscience suggested.

"When I arrived into this town…or whatever this is…some hippie guy kind of, welcomed me, and then he took my luggage and hit me in the head with …something, then I woke up where you found me..."

I explained but didn't look at him though I felt no reaction whatsoever, the atmosphere got tense; I felt it getting thicker like a fog. He was not saying anything, so I continued.

"…and…I was wondering why he kidnapped me, why the streets were filled with guys like him…" I talked and smiled, amused by my own new conclusion. "…I mean, from what I remember, the town was practically dead, there were no normal citizens, the blocks seemed empty, the streets were empty, there was not even one tree and…"

A hand against my mouth prevented me from narrating further. I tried to move my lips, but I was completely silenced. My hand against his hand did nothing but touched his, and asked for my mouth to be released. But I wasn't given permission to speak. I thought about biting him, but I just didn't. I tried to move and look at him, but he wouldn't let me.

"There are things with no answers in this world, and this is one of them." His voice seemed to echo in the silent room. I was about to fight back but his hand was still there. Minutes later, his hand moved to my neck and held it there. For me to realize, there were no words or thoughts in my mind anymore.

I felt his lips on the back of my neck as if congratulating me for shutting up. Maybe if he wouldn't have done that, then I wouldn't have spoken ever again about it, but maybe…just maybe, he wanted me to speak about it, and that's why he kissed the back of my neck, making me get closer, if possible, against him, as his hand held my neck and chin up.

"Who 'he heck do you think you're talking to? I know you almost know nothing about me, but I have the right to know why I'm here!" I yelled as he continued to caress my neck, to keep my chin up, against his body and breathe on my neck.

At that time, I had no idea why I wasn't doing anything about that position. About what we were doing, after all, it wasn't normal for two guys to stay like that…but I guess…the two of us just weren't normal to begin with.

"Why you're here? You wanted to be part of my army, that's why you're here, Naruto." He whispered, and my neck sent signals that just made me glue my back and posterior to him.

'Stop it Naruto…'

"I wouldn't want to be part of your army if…hell…I wouldn't even have known of your army if I wouldn't have been kidnapped in the first place! So why the heck…?"

"Shh… Naruto…" He whispered in my neck and I could swear that my lower parts were having their own fun.

'You're disgusting Naruto…'

"Don't shh me! They said you were the one to rescue them all, so why are they kidnapped in the first place?!" I continued but my breathing was quicker and shorter, his felt the same, and we were too close, it wasn't normal. But I just couldn't get up even if I wanted to.

"Why did you come to this town?"

"Don't change the subject."

"I'm not changing it, Naruto. I'm answering you."

"Why does that matter?!"

"If you'd just stayed home and never came to this town then you wouldn't have been kidnapped. That is the way this place is, you're not the first one to get kidnapped."
"That's exactly what I'm freaking saying! Why…"
"If I wouldn't have rescued you, then they'd have killed you. I saved your life, have a little gratitude."

His voice was deep, serious, but in a breath. Our posture didn't change much. If so, we were even weirder. One of his hands was still on my neck, the other one was on my belly, too low… his lips were still on my neck but it was like on the side of my cheek, so close to my own lips.

'Is this even normal?'

"No freaking way!" I finally got up from that position, but still stood on the bed besides him, breathing heavy, like I just ran a marathon. I was out of breath, out of thoughts…out of me.

"Can't you just answer one damn question like a normal person?!" I screamed, with all that was left in me. I was mesmerized, dizzy, confused, like he just bewitched me, but my question was if his spell was even deliberate.

"I'll take a shower, and then go outside. The training's starting soon. Your clothes are probably in the main room already so just pick some, and then go outside too."

His voice was back to normal, the topic of his sentence was normal, as if I never said anything, as if I didn't just almost sleep with him without even taking our clothes off. I looked at him just when I heard the bathroom door closing, to see his lean back facing my eyes.

Ten minutes later, my heart was still racing with the rest of my body.

'What happened?' I asked myself for endless times until the bathroom door was open again. He's half naked; the only cloth on him is a black towel embracing his waist, contrasting with his porcelain skin.

Water was dripping from his black hair, and from his chest, and if it couldn't be worse. I was staring even after I declared him as being an undercover witch posing as a King.

"Close your mouth, or you'll catch a fly." He told me as he ruffled his hair with another towel.
"That's impossible." I answered.

"Why?" He questioned, amused.

"There's no window." I responded with a smile of my own.

I also took a shower, a long one at that. And when I got out, Sasuke wasn't in the room anymore. Not even in the main room. I was all alone. And the whole place seemed lonelier without Sasuke in it.

I wondered back and forth for some couple of minutes, just in a towel, seeing nothing too interesting when I reminded myself that I have to get dressed, which also reminded me of the clothes which were supposed to be in the main room. I intensely searched around to finally see some bags, with orange in it.

I couldn't help but have a small smile, from seeing so many orange T-shirts.

'Yes. And many of them are orange too." His voice continued to make me feel even more comfortable, it was like we knew each other for years and I just couldn't get enough of it. I was afraid to fall asleep.

"How did you find out that I like orange?" I asked him with a small smile on my lips.

"Because, I let you have a toothbrush of every color, and you only took the orange one." He responded with a voice which held a smile in it.

"You …sly king…" I started, but I didn't mean it, I was smiling like a fool.'

"You're trying to get on my good side, aren't you, Sasuke?" I talked to the empty room as I dressed myself in an orange T-shirt and gray pants. One pair of sneakers was orange too, and I was certain I'd try and forget the morning events for now, and enjoy the orange fever.

Feeling good in my new clothes, I suddenly asked myself of where I'll put the rest of the clothes. The main room looked like a dressing room all of a sudden. I stuffed the clothes into the bags and took them with me into the bedroom. I opened the first drawer to find it empty.

"Lucky." I snickered to myself.

I folded the clothes as small as I could, but there were still many of them left. So I checked the second drawer to find it also…empty. One eyebrow rose on its own. I checked the third drawer which was no different than the first two. The third one had Sasuke's clothes. It wasn't hard to tell because they were mostly black. The last two drawers were also with his clothes.

'But when did he…?'

I was trying to ignore the suspicion, but thinking back, I've been with Sasuke 24 hours per day since the first day, and I never saw him cleaning up, or making space for my clothes. Not to mention, that it wasn't even planned for me to stay in the same room with him, if it weren't for the wine, I would've slept on the couch for sure.

I sat down on the edge of the bed looking at the small closet.

'There are six drawers, and three of them are empty, three are with your clothes…so…the empty one was supposed to be for someone else, but if they aren't for me, then…?'

I wasn't getting anywhere, no matter how hard I switched and turned everything up in my head, it just didn't make any sense. I didn't have enough information.

"Naruto?!" I heard Sasuke's voice first, then to see him entering the room.

"The training started already, you'll do the warm up alone, again." I heard him saying, but I was still looking at the closet and still staying on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong?" I felt his pressure on the space beside me, and I knew he sat down and that he's probably looking with worry at me once again. But I didn't let it get to me.

"You won't answer why we're kidnapped and rescued and all that, but at least, can you answer me when did you make space for me in your closet when I surely didn't see you do that?" I asked and the question seemed dumb, even for me.

I looked at him because his answer didn't come. His eyes were expressionless and his body wasn't moving at all. The thought that he's thinking that I'm the dumbest person he ever knows passed my mind, but I trusted my instincts. I've always been one to see the small things, and I needed all the instinct I ever had for this person. So, I listened to it.

"I threw the clothes before you arrived." His voice was normal, but his eyes were icy.

I didn't push it any further because it still didn't make sense.

The practice went the same. Though my body was hurting, my mind was blank. The practice wasn't also any different than yesterday. Maybe just that today, we didn't train so close to each other, but stood with the soldiers and trained with them. I even fenced with one of them, but lost after two mere seconds.

My pride wasn't hurt though. I wasn't good at it, had no talent at it, and no freaking idea about what I was doing, but I was trying my best, and I somehow promised myself that one day, I'll be able to hold a real heavy sword and win each and every match.

The twilight caught us sweaty, drinking water on some rocks from the woods, and just speaking with each other. They weren't mean to me at all; instead, they treated me like a little bother. Which would've annoyed the old me, but they weren't mean about it, so I accepted it, after all, I was the new guy, the only thing which bothered me was when one of them called me 'orange' by mistake, he apologized by saying he has a problem with names.

Sasuke was talking with what seemed to be their commander, a little too far away from us if you ask me. But while I was innocently talking with the soldiers about how bad I am with the 'kid's sword', the conversation caught my interest.

"You are even worse than…him." The face of the man grew darker, sadder in one second, like feeling sorry for even mentioning it, but I just couldn't let it go.

"Him? Who's him?" I asked the man but he wasn't attentive at me anymore. Another one of them answered me with the same low voice.

"The one who died…" He said and shook his head up and down as if regretting for answering.

"Oh, and he was..." I tried to make the conversation get going, but it was a dead end.

"Look…I just want to know a bit about…him…so…please, can you tell me?" I tried, sincerely begged for information. The empty drawers kept bugging me in the back of my mind no matter what I did. His face when he told me he threw them away…

"You're not the first citizen who wants to join the army." One of them started.

"You're the second, though; the first one's been pretty quiet about it. The rest of the citizens never knew where he came from, neither we, none took him in, and that's why they think you're the first, he directly came to us. We found it weird, but the King took him under his wing, just like he took you…they had a…a special relationship."

The man continued and then got up, declaring the conversation, done.

"Under his wing? You mean, he also lived underground with Sa…the King?" I asked, the 'King' thing seemed a bit foreign to my tongue, but I didn't want to get killed for not obeying the freaking order about not saying his name.

"Yeah." One of them said between big sips of water.

'Then…those drawers were…his?'

"And what do you mean by, a special relationship?" I asked, but as if Sasuke heard it all, he stopped my 'getting as much information as possible' conversation.

"Tomorrow is a rough day, so I'll let you off sooner. Sleep well tonight."

All of the soldiers stood up, but me. I just wasn't used to the subordinate place, getting orders and all that, it was an annoying treatment, though I was glad that no one noticed I never got up, his voice wasn't so commanding when he said that so I didn't get the King-mode rush, while they all walked in different directions, leaving me and Sasuke alone, once again.

I was throwing daggers at him for stopping my conversation, he looked unfazed.

"What's with that face?" He asked me as he sat beside me on the cold rock.

"Nothing." I answered but still held my stare.

"Do you have something to tell me Sherlock?" He asked me with a small smile on his lips as he took some blond hairs away from my cheek and moved them after my ear, though they're not so long.

"Who's the guy who died?" I asked him, and his hand stopped on my cheek. His icy eyes returned.

"Do you really want to dig up every single unsaid thing from my whole damn life?" He asked me but with the same, expressionless voice.

"Yup. This is my goal in life. Haven't you heard?" I taunted him, moving my eyebrows up and down with an evil smile and look on my face.

"Why do you care about that guy?" He asked me, ignoring my small joke.

"He lived with you, just like I live with you now, so…I think I have the right to know." I explained. Very calm, and sure of myself, but he wasn't so calm anymore.

"Why do you think you have the right to know everything?" He complained though I really got the vibe which was raising constantly by…anger.

"Chill, I just…I don't know what I want to know. But let's face it; we don't have a normal relationship. And I was wondering if…" I got stuck.
"If I had the same abnormal relationship with him too?" But he continued.

"Yeah…" I let it out, while he sighted while looking into my eyes.

"And what relationship do we have? What's so abnormal about it?" He asked me, quietly, as if sharing a secret.
"You're playing with my hair, touching me each time you get the chance…it's not…"

"Normal." He finished for the second time, and I already felt bad for realizing all this. I didn't even let myself realize all this and now I was talking to him about it.

"And if I told you that there was nothing between me and that guy, you'd believe me?" He asked me, with a smirk.

"Nope." A small smile played in my voice.

"What do you want me to say? That we were friends? That we were…lovers?"

The word made my eyes burn. Though I wasn't sure exactly why, I immediately blamed the falling sun shining its last rays onto us.

"You…loved him?" The question came out of nowhere. My words were suspicious. Wouldn't even let myself admit I had nothing to do with them. After all, lovers or not, the guy was dead.

"I did, but then I hated him." He took his hand off my cheek and stared at the sun, but I caught his hand while it slipped down. Afraid, or more, embarrassed by it all, and the most, for making him say all this.

"Why?" I asked.

"Why I loved him, or why I hated him?" He said almost laughing.

'Sorry, for making you say all this.' I apologized from the depths of my heart, but I wasn't able to say it.

"Why you hated him?" I inquired as he stared at me once again with big, warm black eyes.

"He betrayed me. Now that you know, you can make sure you won't do the same mistake he did, no?" He almost asked me, and I was taken aback by the sudden change of topic.

I let go of his hand and tried to get up while laughing nervously.

"Whoa..? This has nothing to do with me… You don't have to tell me, I was just…" I tried but the words had no conclusion, I kept scratching the back of my head while I tried to get up but he took my other wrist and kissed my hand.

'I can't breathe anymore.'

"W-what are y-you doing?!" I tried to yell, but it came out as a nervous question.

"Admit you like me." He whispered above my hand.

"Are you drunk or something?" I said while laughing for real this time, tears were starting to corner my eyes.

He pulled my hand until I was one millimeter away from him. He was staring at my lips.

"Admit it." He whispered.

"I don't have anything to admit." I said, strong. So strong and sure, I scared myself.

He didn't look at my lips anymore but in my eyes, trying to see if I'm honest. But I almost had my eyes closed.

'What the heck? What am I? Some chick?' I encouraged myself to free my hand and get up.

He got a hold of my neck and if I didn't pull my lips back a little; I would've kissed him, our foreheads touched already.

"Stop." I commanded, but he didn't seem to care about my plea.

"You want me." He whispered against my lips, a feeling I already experienced too many times.

"We're both guys. Stop the joke."
"I'm not joking." To underline his words, this time, he really touched my lips with his lips. One times, two times, feeling the softness of his lips, while I tried hardly to get up, but he was holding me there….forcing me.

* ' "I'm cold." I complained and at this, he smiled a smile so mean that I couldn't but want to walk away and never look at him again. A smile I didn't liked but had to trust. The man who saved me. I had to trust him even when he touched my nipples and then spread my legs while saying with the same smile on his face: 'I'll help you get warm.' *

When he tried to part my lips with his tongue, I got up, tripped and fell straight in the grass.

He was staring down at me with sad eyes.

"I told you to stop. Who the hell do you think you are?!" I heard myself yelling. "The king of England?!" …" Okay, you're a King but that doesn't give you permission to kiss whoever you want! I don't like you at all, I thought we were friends!"

My voice, was far…too far… the ground, was…far, under…

"I thought….I thought…" Tears and quick heartbeats. "I thought…" Sweaty and cold.

Trembling, until I lost connection with reality. Until, I only saw nothing.

'I thought…'

'If only…you'd be my light.'

To be continued…

AN2: Done! A bit shorter than the last one and dramatic, but anyway, it's getting weirder and weirder. And if you're wondering, Sasuke is really forcing himself on Naruto, I know. You'll see why and all that. Though, this was a weird chapter even for me, I mean, I wasn't intending to make them kiss just yet, but it wasn't even a kiss…more like a…forced kiss?
I'll stop now anyway. Tell me your opinion on it. At least now you see why Sasuke is all cuddly and always touching Naruto. He was so damn used to it.

See you next time, hope that will be on Friday.