Hi there! Just as promised I'm updating with the part two! ^^ There's really not much to tell except part three will be released in... hm... let's see... thursday, I think :)
Now as for the reviews :P
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ItachisCat: Yeah I've got a little problem with Sasuke too :P I mean, I absolutely hate him in manga/anime for what he did to Itachi, I can tolerate him in FF (be it bad or a good guy) but I love him in SasuNaru doujin's :P It's twisted and I can't really get it myself but that's just me ;D
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salvor-chan: Um... about Sasuke... well, everything will be explain due time so I ask you for a little patience ;) Though I can say that they do know each other. Well... kind of ;P
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YaoiFan10001: Gah, I can't reveal everything! Need the readers to come back for more :D Although I'm really interested in your theory :D Care to share? I'm curious if someone is able to understand that twisted mind of mine a little ;P
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FallenPie: Hehe yeah I know but I wanted Itachi to be a little OOC :P I mean I was like that when I was younger (God how bad it sounds :P) Like when you don't want to think about something, your mind tends to go... different way ;P
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lydia-chan: Yeah, Sasuke was supposed to be dead :P Why? Keep reading and one day you will find out ;P Though I can tell you it will be soon ;) As to why Itachi didn't stop to talk with Sasuke- well,he was shocked and all, but considering the situation, Sasuke was alive and kicking while Naruto was in completely unknown condition. Plus he is responsible for him, meaning the blond's safety was a priority ;)
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That's about it ;) So, without furder ado please enjoy the part two! :D
Previously on Black Guardian:
Eventually, the bodyguard came up with a new way to pass the time. He could think of ways to get on the boy's nerves. Unconsciously, he did it to assure himself that the blond would be fine and things would go back to normal when he wakes up, as he needed some serious reassurance at the moment.
He could make fun of him being so troublesome, or childish. That would always work. And he was loud, too. And he seemed to be very sensitive about people teasing him about his unique hair color for a Japanese. He would laugh at him about that when the boy wake up. Because he would wake up, right? A very large overdose of a sedative wasn't enough to bring down the energetic bundle of sunshine. Or at least that's what Itachi kept telling himself. He hadn't heard of any drug that could have this effect on a person for so long, and not knowing things set the bodyguard on edge. He was used to knowing everything. The raven spared the still boy a glance, only inclining his head the slightest bit. If he didn't know better, the bodyguard would have sworn that Naruto's eyes had fluttered for a split second.
~~Countdown- part 2~~
02:14 am
Unbeknownst to him, he wasn't the only person staying so late at the hospital with his principal. Outside of the room, Kiba was sitting nervously for quite some time now, with bloodshot eyes that still leaked tears. Every once in a while he would sit up straight and turn around to look inside the room, through the long, glass window behind him.
God, how he missed Naruto. And it had only been a few hours. The two best friends were currently separated. No matter their physical nearness, Kiba wanted to talk to the blond. Or just see him, anything would do.
Unfortunately, the brunette had to squint and peer through the thick blinds covering the window, trying to block his vision from the inside. And the blinds did a good job. That didn't mean that he couldn't keep checking to see if they ever opened just a little. He was angry and confused as to why he couldn't go in. They weren't fiddling with Naruto anymore, so why was he prohibited from stepping inside the room?
Kiba had actually tried to sneak in when no one was around just a bit ago, but the door was locked. It really, really pissed him off. Apparently they didn't want any more "bad guys" to get the Bro, and figured that locking the door would work just fine to keep such villains out. And apparently, they didn't trust him. And apparently, they didn't even think Naruto's mother could go in, either. He really hated the employees.
About four hours ago, Ms. Namikaze had been convinced to go to bed and sleep. The convincing had taken a long time. When Kiba had the persuasion turned to him, he simply glared at the employee urging him to leave and refused to move or say a word. Now, three hours later, the same man was trying to make him go home again. But there was no way that he was going to leave his best friend, regardless of the fact that he couldn't do anything to help. He silently envied Itachi, who was still inside the room with Naruto.
The tall, lanky man with a big nose was still rambling on. Kiba was becoming more and more irritated with him; he clearly didn't understand the concept of giving up. He cut off his babbling with a snap.
"Look mister, I'm not leaving. I really don't care what you say, so stop wasting your breath and go somewhere else!"
The shocked employee got over the outburst quickly, and shot back his own glare.
"There's no reason to speak to me with such hostility," he said bitterly.
"And it's past visiting hours. You've been here for..." the man trailed off, and looked down for a moment and checked his wristwatch.
"Nearly six hours. It's past two in the morning. I really must ask you to leave."
"Did you hear anything I just said?" He snapped back.
"It's far past visiting hours," he said loudly, his voice rising with each syllable.
"And I will call security if-"
"Calm down before you pop a vessel in your brain or something." said a new voice cutting into the angry and heated conversation. The speaker had just rounded a corner and came onto the tense scene. The brunette recognized him immediately. The tall man in the white coat turned his glare to the new person, while Kiba just looked confused-albeit relieved as well.
"How did you get in here?" the doctor questioned the other man with increased aggravation.
"Like I said, it's past visiting-"
"You know what? I don't care what time it is." The man interrupted, while reaching into his coat pocket and showing something to the employee with a smirk.
"And neither do you, right?"
The tall man, defeated, had to retreat from the scene after the other man had flashed some sort of badge. Kiba hadn't seen exactly what it was, but apparently he was affiliated with this place. The black haired teen then looked at him blankly for a moment, before silently taking a seat two chairs down from the brunette. Kiba wondered if he should thank him, but his fatigue and sadness denied him the energy to think of anything to say.
"Well, aren't you gonna say 'thanks' or something?" Sasuke said arrogantly, turning to face him. Apparently, he thought he deserved a thank you. Kiba turned his tired and slightly teary face towards him; his expression saying 'are you serious?' silently. The man dropped the cocky attitude upon seeing, for the first time, brunette's face. He hadn't really noticed his state upon his extravagant entrance, and felt a twinge of guilt.
"Ah... never mind."
Kiba simply rolled his eyes and turned away to stare at the wall. Sure, he was grateful that the guy had gotten rid of Mr. Persistence, but he was a total jerk! He didn't deserve his thanks anymore; at least he thought so. He also thought that he would be a fool to attempt conversation again.
"So... how's it going?"
Apparently, he was a fool. Again, Kiba looked at him with the 'are you serious?' expression again. Was he blind? Did his whole face wasn't showing how he was?
"...Fine." It was said with a strong dismissive undertone, but the man didn't take the hint.
"You don't look fine to me." he said, digging himself deeper into idiocy.
"No, I don't."
"Well then you're not fine?"
"No, I'm not. Please don't talk to me." He struggled to say. The brunette was on the edge of an emotional breakdown, and every word the guy spoke was only pushing him closer.
"Ah, sorry. But why are you upset?"
Was the damn man retarded? Kiba thought doubting all those girls that fell in love with the raven.
"It's none of your business," He gritted out "and I'd appreciate it if you left me alone."
"Fine, fine. Can I ask you one more question?"
"You just did."
"Well, can I ask you two?" Despite his growing distaste for the teen, Kiba figured that he'd give him one more, in hopes that he would let him be afterwards.
"Whatever. You've got one left, go ahead."
"Do you know who Uchiha Itachi is?" Sasuke said promptly.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you know where he is? I was told he was here, but I can't find him."
"You already used your question up; I don't have to talk to you anymore."
"I know you're not as stupid as the Usuratonkachi. You should know by now. He's my brother who was supposed to be dead. I finally found him, and I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me where he is." Kiba rolled his eyes and pointed over his shoulder with a thumb.
"He's in that room. But you can't go in."
"What? Why not?"
"...You just can't. No one can." He said bitterly.
"But he's in there!" Sasuke said sternly.
"He isn't supposed to be!" the brunette exclaimed in extreme frustration.
"The man practically threatened to rip out people's throats if he wasn't allowed to be in that room! They only hesitated to let him in, and didn't until he told him his relation to... the patient."
"Dobe's the patient? What exactly happened back then?"
"That's none of your business. You can wait just like I am out here."
"Whatever. I'm going in. My Uncle owns this hospital."
"Do you seriously think that gives you the right to storm into the room where the president's son is in critical condition? Where he might be dying from some kind of poison? And just because you want to see your brother?"
"Maybe." Sasuke answered flatly.
"No, it doesn't." He shot back.
"If anyone has the right to be in there, it's either me or his parents. So sit down and deal with it, or leave." The statement was meant to be cold and accusatory, but ended up spoken weakly with a follow-up sigh. The raven sat down.
"So what was the situation about?"
"Huh?" Kiba looked at him in surprise for even trying to start the conversation.
"Theater."
"Well, Naruto in there," He said, again gesturing to the room behind him with a thumb over his shoulder, "is my best friend. Given that he's been unconscious for longer than I've been here and nobody knows why, I'm basically having a very long heart attack."
"Ah, I see." The brunette nodded his head at the wall in front of him, and spoke more to himself then to Sasuke.
"We've been together since before I can remember. I can't really think of a time when we were not best friends. My brain is going to explode if he doesn't get better soon."
"That would be bad. I hope it doesn't explode. I mean, I hope he gets better. Dobe or not." Kiba nearly smiled at the last words.
"Yeah, I know."
"I will come by later." And with that Sasuke left. Few minutes passed in silence before Deidara appeared in the hallway, dressed in civil clothes, gasping heavily for air.
"Kiba! How is he?" the blond asked plopping down on the chair next to him.
"Still unconscious." The brunette muttered sadly.
"Where's Itachi?" Deidara asked looking around and spotting no one else.
"He's inside with Naruto." After that there was a moment of silence though Kiba couldn't suppress the question that has been bugging him for quite some time.
"Hey D, how do you know Itachi?" Blue eyes blinked surprised by the sudden question.
"We... sort of grew up together." he said hesitantly.
"He, I, Sasori, Kisame and another guys were working for the same agency, actually."
"Weren't you too young?" He asked with disbelief.
"I don't know. We were the kids who never knew or abandoned their families."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Kiba suddenly felt very bad for her previous statement, developing a sense of sympathy for the man.
"It wasn't so bad, not really. We became fast friends, and good friends. We were like, the unstoppable trio at that place. Me, Hidan and Itachi that is." Deidara grinned as he recalled his early childhood.
"Man, we were such bad kids. We caused so much trouble there, I'm sure the adults hated us. But we had a hell of a good time."
"Well then, I'm glad. It's great that you didn't feel lonely and all."
"It was great." he continued on, excited, getting a little carried away.
"Every day we did something different. Like, there was this one time when we told one of the adults that 'Tachi had swallowed a piece of glass, and when they were fussing over him Hidan and I put frogs in all the offices. Oh! And then there was this one time when..." he trailed off when he saw Kiba's skeptically raised eyebrow and condescending look.
"Oh, don't mind me." the brunette said amused.
"Please, continue." He could tell that the end of his statement was laced with sarcasm, and stopped his enthusiastic storytelling.
"Well, uh... we stayed there for a few years, for obvious reasons. They trained us to become assassins." His already diminishing grin faded completely as he continued.
"Eventually, we were split up. Hidan, the other part of our trio, was paired up with an older guy. He was the most troublesome one out of us three. Itachi and I were still in the middle of our training."
"Did you ever see Hidan again?" He asked with a genuine interest.
"I sure did, and I still do. Every weekend, pretty much. He's working in this popular night club now."
"Wow, that's great!" Kiba exclaimed, his face brightening a little. It was a nice change from his previous, dismal mood. Still, he could be happier.
"But what happened to you and Itachi after he left?"
"Well, that's where it gets weird. For some crazy reason, this guy who was few years older than me said he liked me and off I went with him. Even though I never really thought of him as a partner, he was really nice. And look at us now. We're working for the President of the United States and are dating." Kiba's eyes widened.
"You mean…?"
"Yeah, Sasori was the one who picked me." The brunette chuckled.
"What happened to Itachi?" Deidara's expression saddened.
"Poor 'Tachi, he was upset even though he didn't show it. He thought that no one wanted him and all. It didn't help that he didn't have any real friends anymore, either."
"...I had no idea." Kiba felt like he was beginning to understand the antisocial bodyguard a little. He couldn't imagine having no friends or family, and especially at such a young age.
"That's terrible."
"Yeah, I know. And even worse, he never did get a family."
"Why not?"
"Probably because he lost them all in a fire. Actually the only survivor of his family was the boss of the agency. That may be the other reason why he was always there alone and all. Prodigies have it tough. One day he received a mission to assassinate someone. Two days later we heard that the target escaped and 'Tachi disappeared. Few months later we heard he was working for someone."
"So what happened then?"
"We, meaning me and Hidan, were too stupid to ask about the details of his mission. After that we tried to call him but his number was inactive."
"That's really strange..."
"Mhm. And we really did try to locate the guy, but nothing. And look at that! One simple phone call from Minato and we're back together!" Deidara said both quickly and enthusiastically.
"Wow that must have been a shock. But where's Sasori?"
"Actually, he should be here soon."
"Oh, I see. Well I'm glad that you three got to see each other again."
"Yeah, I was excited. It's been such a long time..." there was a moment of silence again. But this time it was the blond who ask the question they all wanted to know the answer for.
"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but what happened?" Kiba's face dropped and he fought back a sigh.
"We were at the movies... well, we were trying to pick a movie to see." Deidara nodded motioning for him to continue.
"There were a lot of people inside the theatre, and some random guy bumped into Bro. Apparently he'd injected something into him with the collision, but he didn't know it. Naruto said he felt bad pretty soon after that, and I followed him into the bathroom, where he pretty much collapsed."
"That's scary."
"Yeah, there was much hyperventilating involved on my part. I got Itachi to come in, and we left. I called the president to tell him what happened, and the police were there in like, a tenth of a second. It was pretty impressive... though the police station is right across from the place, which explains a lot." He rationalized.
"Not a very funny experience, huh?"
"Nope. And all the people got excited and pushy and it was so stuffy and all and ugh... it was crazy. Itachi's really been beating himself up over the whole thing. I suppose it's understandable to feel a little guilty, though it really isn't his fault. It's just one of those things people blame themselves for, you know?"
"Yeah, and 'Tachi would definitely do that." Deidara asserted.
"And he was really upset with himself. He didn't show it too obviously, but I could tell. I tried to cheer him up a bit, but I didn't really have it in me to be cheery. So, naturally, I couldn't boost his... rapidly disintegrating self-esteem." The blond cringed. Uchiha in a bad mood was not a fun person to be around.
"He's pretty stubborn, but I guess you'd know that by now. Cocky, too. And irritating. It's probably why we became such good friends."
"Your description is very accurate. But he's also grouchy."
"Oh, yes he is. Especially when he doesn't get what he wants. Yes, he is."
"I suppose he's not so bad once you get on his good side. Though I'm not sure if I'm there, hah. First time I met him, he pointed his gun at my head."
"What?" Deidara said with shock. Kiba merely shrugged, his grudge against the bodyguard from the incident having faded.
"He thought I was a bad guy or something. Naruto made him put it down right away, so it wasn't so bad. But still, he's a cocky grouch."
"We're both smart asses. I'm proud of myself for not being a jerk right now, actually." Kiba laughed at the blonde's confession.
"But deep down and I mean deep down, 'Tachi's a good guy. He cares about people, but he's not good at showing it. Never has been. He's always been bad with expressing his emotions, except maybe for irritation, or anger, or something like that. Can't say I'm better, but you know what I mean." The brunette nodded.
"Bro's just the opposite. If he feels an emotion, you KNOW what it is. That guy wears his heart on his sleeve and I love him for it. Maybe that's why they bicker so much..."
"They bicker?"
"Oh yeah, they do. It's gotten better, but the conflict is still there. Sometimes I think he tries to make him mad."
"That sounds just like him. I'm surprised that... no, I take it back. I'm not surprised that he still loves getting a rise out of people. He... might have gotten that from... me"
"I can't imagine why" Kiba said monotonously.
"Whatever!" He replied quickly, huffing with mock anger. Then Deidara changed the subject.
"So... what are the connections between all these people?" He asked himself more than the teen.
"It's a small world."
"Apparently. Let's see, Naruto is my best friend, Itachi is yours. And that other guy, too."
"Hidan."
"Yeah, Hidan. And you work with Sasori and Kisame for the President, who just got Itachi to work for him, too. Itachi was hired as Naruto's bodyguard, thus also working for your administration."
"So now, we're all working together, and we had no idea."
"Pretty much."
"Figures."
"Hah." Kiba laughed, imagining the situation.
"Naruto will be surprised to hear that Itachi has friends. He'll probably call me a liar!"
"That would be funny to see." The blonde humored back.
"It will be funny. Just... as soon as he wakes up."
"He'll be up and kicking soon." Deidara tried to reassure him. Something he wasn't usually very good at doing.
"How do you know that?" Kiba retorted, suddenly becoming bitter again.
"You weren't there."
"Okay, okay." he said, backing off.
"I guess I don't know. But stressing about it won't help him get better, you know."
"Yeah..." The brunette trailed off, once again becoming lost in his own thoughts. Deidara joined the silence and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for his friend to arrive.
09:31 am
"Definitely an antipsychotic. We believe it was Chlorpromazine, but we'll need more time to determine the exact substance he was injected with." Every now and then she would glance at the clipboard in her hands, though there wasn't much information that he would care about on the sheets of paper.
"Fluphenazine is also a possibility, as is Haloperidol, or Ziprasidone, and also-"
"Tsunade, please explain this to me in English. I don't understand Doctor Speak." Minato cut her off with a plea.
"And you've already told me about the anti-psycho. I need new information, I need updates." The doctor smiled a bit at the president before continuing more slowly.
"Basically... he was given a sedative, probably to knock him out for a few hours. We're still not sure about it. Considering the short amount of time the drug took to affect him, it was very powerful." The blond doctor wanted to cringe as she continued on, the situation wasn't pretty.
"Not to mention it must have been a pretty large dose... I don't think whoever did it knew how much of the drug they were giving him." Tsunade kept talking as the President nodded.
"And I don't think they took into consideration his body type, we predict the dose was enough to take out a grown man, and even then it was still too much."
"Too... much?" Minato asked with wide, scared eyes.
"Well, we don't think that they, the attacker or his employer, wanted to actually hurt the kid. We believe that they weren't very educated about medicine. That particular drug is used in much smaller doses, and varies for different ages and body types." She uncharacteristically bit her lip nervously before speaking her next words.
"Technically... that particular sedative is injected into the muscle, and was most likely what was intended. However..."
"However?" Dread began to settle into the man's mind, and he felt a little nauseous.
"According to the blood samples, the needle must have actually hit a vein and the substance was put directly into the blood stream. It would be very hard to achieve that via a collision in the crowd, so we believe it was unintended and very bad mistake made by the assailant. That's why it took such a short time to work and was so strong."
"Dear God, I'm going to have a heart attack." The president sunk into a lounge chair behind him and rested his head in his hands. Gripping his hair tightly with balled fists, he let out a frustrated groan.
"I can't believe this... seriously, I cannot believe it. My little boy just got some random poison shot into his body and still hasn't woken up." Tsunade sighed at his unusual cursing and approached the depressed man, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"We have excellent doctors working with him as we speak. I'm sure he'll be fine soon, Minato."
"It's been thirteen hours!" he suddenly burst out, snapping his head up. Tsunade withdrew her hand with a sad look on her face.
"When the hell are they going to fix him? What's taking so long? I want to know! God dammit, I can't stand this!"
"I know I know... it hurts me too. Naruto's my godchild after all."
"I... I'm going to go and see him again," Minato said while lowering his voice.
"I'm sorry, Tsunade. I just can't deal with all this information and data right now. Hell, I can't even do my job. I need to see my son's face."
"I understand." she replied solemnly.
"But afterwards, you really need to get some sleep. I know how horrible this is for you, for all of us. But you can't be of any use to us in a zombie-like state." She smiled a little.
"And trust me, you're getting there."
"We'll see..." Minato lazily rose from the chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Of course, Mr. President." Tsunade said very casually as she headed for the door.
"Hey, Baa-chan, one more thing." She turned around to face the man speaking to her, suppressing the twitching eyebrow.
"This substance, whatever you assume it is..." he trailed off, having a hard time voicing the question he was so worried to have answered.
"Yes?"
"Considering the dose and drug, and Naruto's figure, how... how long do you think that... well, you know." He didn't want to say it.
"That he'll be unconscious?" Tsunade said for him.
"Yeah, do you have an estimate?"
"Well, this particular sedative has an approximate half-life of sixteen to thirty hours-"
"That long? I really am going to have a heart attack. I can't wait another hour, let along another fifteen." he said very quickly, not allowing the tall doctor to correct him.
"Oh no, Mr. President, he won't be out for that long," Tsunade said, almost amused by Minato's jumping to conclusions.
"That's only how long the substance will be affecting him, not necessarily how long he will remain unconscious." There was a pause before the man spoke again.
"Thank God," he said, relieved.
"...But you're not telling me specifically how long it will be for Naruto. That's just average, right? What about an overdose?"
"As of right now, we really don't know. I'm very sorry." Negative scenarios ran through the president's head, dread washing over his already tired mind.
"Naruto is going to be okay, right?"
"Yes, I'm sure of it," she reassured him. She didn't mention that there could be serious side-effects; he was troubled enough as it was.
"All right. Thank you, Doctor Hime."
"You're very welcome, Mr. President. But don't forget, you need to sleep."
Minato managed a weary smile and a nod as he walked past her and left the room.
Tadaaa! ;P So, how was it? We've got a little peek at Itachi's past ;) As I mentioned before, part 3 will be in thursday ;) Until then, see you ;D