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, I cannot believe that I suddenly get over 1K hits and not one of you go and post a review. This is crazy. I have more favorites and alerts than I do reviews. WTF guys? Really... Part of me is just tempted to stop updating this story until I get more reviews. This is just aggravating.

Well, anyway, I am updating the story only so I can warn all of you. If I do not get any more reviews, this story will be cancled until you all start reviewing. I know that there are people reading this story. Fuck, I could care less if your review is talking about gym socks. I am demanding that I get 3o reviews reviews for this chapter, 5 from the last chapter, and 1 from chapter 2.

You think I'm not kidding? Watch me do it.

Ch 1o

If we all were allowed to wait in front of the camp, most of us probably would have. I know I would. I wanted to see my parents. I wasn't really mad at my dad anymore. I was just mad that I was in here. I still feel a little hurt that he made me stay here, but I'll probably get over it.

I was waiting anxiously for my parents. Many of the gay kids were in the cafeteria with their parents and guardians. I saw the former pink-haired girl, Sakura, taking a box from her mom, praising God to be able to get rid of the horrible dye-job the camp forced her and how she would look like better as a raven-haired beauty than a mousy-brown trash bin.

As I looked in the room, I saw some of the kids a little uncomfortable in the room with their parents. One of the boys, who was in my Workshop class, just looked bored out of his mind with the entire thing and must have decided that watching clouds was a better way to waste time.

"Your parents haven't shown up yet?" Ino asked me.

Her nose was looking better now. Not by much, but compared to how it looked on the first two days, it looked more like a really nasty scratch from a cat. I was just happy for her that her injury wasn't bleeding all over her food and bed.

"Nope, what about yours?" I smiled.

"Coming soon." She grinned.

I had a feeling that her parents were going to have a cow to see me. I'm pretty sure they are not going to be expecting me. Ino and I promised that we would not tell our parents about the reunion until they came here for the family group therapy. And it might work out better for me simply because my parents might end up delaying the long ordeal of lecturing me about how much of an idiot I was for getting arrested in a place like this. I already know I'm an idiot. Only I can be stupid enough to find a way to get arrested here in Straight Arrow.

I looked over to the side to see Sasuke and Sai. Both of them were acting as if they had a branch up their asses. And two older men were with them. And how those two older men, who I guess were their father's, seemed to have not only the tree, but the entire damn forest shoved up their backside. Their posters were perfect. I wouldn't be surprised if they were like that the entire day and the cafeteria caught on fire.

Ino suddenly nudged me, grabbing my attention once more. She pointed over to the door and I froze. My parents and her parents were at the door. And they were chatting rather animatedly. My dad looked like he was in high spirits. So far, that was a good sign. My mom and Ino's mom were talking about what they were up to since the last time they had seen each other.

Ino and I walked over to our parents. I guess some good things have come from me coming out of the closet. If I didn't, then my parents would never have gotten back in touch with old friends.

"Hey mom, dad." I smiled.

My mom hugged me tightly as I tried to breathe. After a minute of nearly dying from strangulation, my mom let go. I tried to breath normally again as my mom greeted Ino. She looked a bit surprised to see her. Last time my mom saw her, she bearly reached her knee caps. And now, they both were near the same height.

We all ended up sitting close together. Our parents were chatting about life and how things were turning out, and also why Ino and I were here. It seemed that she was here for being a lesbian and being a bit rebellious. Me, just being into boys. My dad looked a bit disappointed when he said that. But then again, Ino's dad had his face twisted in pain when he said what was going on with Ino.

Sakura had returned, her hair no longer an unpleasant mossy brownish color, but a better raven-haired beauty. Her hair really looked nice. I think the pink hair suited her more, but since this place would sure as hell never allow her to keep it, black hair would just have to do.

I didn't even realize that a lot of time passed. A staff member walked up to the front of the cafeteria and smiled. A microphone in her hand. She tapped it a few times and began to speak.

"Welcome families. I am pleased to see that many of you all joined. As we know, this process is a long and difficult journey for your children's rehabilitation. They need the love and support to get them into greener pastures. And I am just so thrilled to see that many of you want to be part of the healing process." She smiled sweetly.

This lady looked very familiar. I think she was the lady from the first day bashing about how all of us were going to hell. I didn't bother to try to really remember her features. There was really nothing special about her to really remember.

"Now let us all start this setion with a prayer. Would any of the parents like to start?"

My father raised his hand, I suppressed a groan of embarrassment. I really didn't want my father to go up in front of everybody here and do that. Simply because I knew that when this crap was over, Sai was going to go and be an ass and pick on not only me, but my father.

I'm pretty sure that Kakashi will turn a blind eye if he "sees" me punching Sai in the face. Sai will deserve it by then.

"O Heavenly Father, thank You for giving us the strength needed to be here today. Thank You for giving us the time to be here with our children who are struggling to see the truth of Your words. Right now, O Lord, we ask you to give them the sight— Your sight—to show them the sin they are living in. Bless them. Help them. These bright young faces are lost right now. Guide them with Your words and wisdom. For only You know what these young men and women are capable of. You created them in Your image. You breathed life into them.

"Oh God, help their parents. They too are struggling with their children. Bless them with a clear heart so they too may be used for Your work in helping them. God, You know the darkness that has been placed in their hearts. You know the fears that are consuming us all. Please put them to rest with Your love. Guide us today as we try to figure out just how Lucifer is trying to ensnare our children, Your children, into death. Please, O Lord, deliver them from the Spiritual death they are facing. Only You and your son can help us overcome not from temptation, but from sin.

"Oh God, help us today with this session and be with us as salvage the souls of our children. Lead us in this mission with a clear and open heart.

"In the name of Jesus Christ, amen."

Other people echoed amen in a chaotic unison. My father returned to his family and placed his hand on my shoulder. If I was still mad, I would have shrugged it off. I really didn't feel like doing that at the moment. Not because I was no longer mad. I still was. I'm still stinging from his betrayal. I was just happy to know that he cared enough to even show up.

"That was a lovely prayer." The woman commented. My father smiled a thank you back at her. The woman began to speak about how she was happy to see many of the parents here. But I, and other kids were tuning her out.

I wanted to leave this place. I really didn't want to find out what was going to happen to me when my parents left. The honcho here looked pretty steamed at me for getting arrested while I was at this camp.

My father placed his hand on my shoulder while he began to listen to the woman. She just droned on listing names from a list. I noticed that she would smile if she pronounced the names correctly or if she looked at some of the campers without the aid of the list to know they were here.

"Nerutu Uzopaki?"

Some of the campers giggled at her pathetic attempt to say my name correctly. I only twitched my eye a bit. That was disgustingly off. I felt vomit crawling up at how horrible she said my own name. I felt as if my ears were raped.

My mom chuckled at how she said my name wrong. My dad just acted as if nothing happened. I was the only one horrified at how she mispronounced my name. I don't have an 'e' anywhere near my name. Well, technically, my father's name is Namekaze and that has an 'e', but that's not the point. She said my name wrong. And since when did my last name ever have the letter 'p'?

"That's Naruto Uzumaki." My mother corrected.

"Oh, silly me." The woman smiled embarrassed.

Yes, silly her. Stupid kunt. I just wanted this thing to finish. The faster this ends, the faster this hell will finish and I will be heading back home away from this prison. And when I leave, I will end up having to deal with the damage this place left behind. I just prayed that it wasn't going to be as bad as the pit of my stomach made me feel.

"Well, it seems that everybody is here. Now who brought their parents or guardian?" the woman asked.

I and many other kids rose their hands. She smiled as she looked at all of us. I learned that when the councilors smiled like that, nothing good would come. Many of the campers, including myself, tensed a bit. I think even Sai and Sasuke tensed up for a second before their parents would notice.

"Gaara, so these are your?"

Gaara looked at the woman darkly before he looked at the young man and woman on either side of him. I am pretty sure they aren't his parents. Gaara's too old to be their kid. They look like they are more like my brother's age.

The girl was a sandy blonde. She seemed a bit masculine, but in a good way. She just looked pretty scary if anybody got into a fight with her. She looks pretty tough. And it didn't help all that much with her clothes. She had on a wife-beater and some baggy gray sweat pants with some Reeboks. On the side of one eye, she had what appeared to be the black makeup crap that the football players would wear.

The other guy had shaggy brown hair and seemed to look almost like a Gaara Clone, wardrobe-wise. He had on some Eminem shirt with a butt load of pills.

The way those two were dressed, I was amazed that the camp even let them in. They broke all of the rules just by making a cameo.

"We're his older brother and sister. Our dad was caught with a business trip in Honduras." The girl said.

"Yeah. I'm Kankuru, and this is Tamari." He smiled.

Wow, both sounded nice. I guess I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. But then again, this place looks nice but it's really Hell on Earth. So judging is good.

"I see. And when will he make an appearance?"

"By the time this camp is done." Tamari spoke.

Gaara looked completely uninterested by this conversation. I didn't blame him. This was going by so slowly. I had a feeling by the time we are done, camp would be over and all of us would be heading for a nursing home.

The councilor moved on from Gaara to some of the other kids. And eventually to me. I wasn't paying attention. But I knew that both of my parents introduced themselves and spoke about what they did for a living. Just like all of the other parents and guardians generally did.

"Well, today, we are going to try and figure out the root of your children's problems. Many of these cases are a result of insecurities and or sexual traumas they have endured in life and a single even triggering their unhealthy obsessions."

So now I was either insecure about myself or somebody touched me. That must be it. That must be why I was gay. Because I was so totally man-handled at a young age. My dad cleaned my ass the wrong way and I just loved it.

I guffawed at what the woman caused me to think. My mom elbowed me lightly to keep quiet. She was writing this down. Dear god, she was going to ask me if I was ever touched in my areas when I was little. Dear lord, if only it were true, that way my parents have a reason to blame for my sexuality.

But then again, they can blame me being so insecure about myself that the only way I will ever feel loved is by getting to be in the strong arms of Fabio. God, that is creepy. And I thought that my dad was super conservative. This place is starting to make him look like a loony liberal.

"Uh, Neji." The woman looked down at her list before looking at a guy with a really fucked up hair cut. He looked like he got into a fight with a pair of scissors and los… Badly. Some parts of his hair were longer than other parts, there were even a few spots where it looked like it was falling off. I felt sorry for the guy. He had to have the barber from hell cut his tresses.

"Let's start with you. How do you feel about yourself?"

He didn't even bother speaking. He just gave her this dark look with his lilac eyes. Those eyes looked familiar. I don't know where, but it was a little unearthing to see those eyes that appeared to only be soft be so hard. But that only made the beauty more cruel. It made those eyes strangely more stunning.

A middle aged man looked at him sternly. His eyes the same violet as the boy named Neji. His hair, though, was rather long. Both though, had the same earthy tone to it. But what struck odd for me was that the middle aged man was in a business suit. He looked more like he was going to start working in a company than be in charge. And this man stood proud and tall, as if he owned this very facility.

Neji looked up at him and sighed before answering.

"Better than you ever will be." He slyly remarked.

I dropped my jaw at what he said. I, nor many people, couldn't believe what he said. The woman, I swear it, twitched her eye a bit at his answer. Either he just wanted to say that because he was still pissed that he was here, or he really believed that he was better than her.

"Excuse me?" she smiled as sweetly as she could.

"You heard me. I am better than you ever wish. I don't look at myself as some hopeless loser trying to get laid. I never had some pervert trying to tough me in my special places. I just happen to be something you hate."

This dude had some sort of superiority complex or something. I just couldn't believe the words that were just coming out of his mouth. Part of me wanted to laugh because this had to be a joke. Part the other part of me didn't think he was kidding. I decided to go with the second opinion. I don't think he was joking at all. I think he really does believe he is better than that woman. But at least he was speaking what I was thinking, and what many of us were.

I'm pretty sure that most of us didn't have old fart lure us into his windowless van with candy and ice-cream. I know I wasn't. I was busy having fun and being a good little boy.

""Well, Gaara, what about you?"

"If I say the next door neighbor touched me, can I leave?" he snorted.

The blonde girl smacked him on his arm for saying that. I guess he figured that was his "no". He shrugged and continued to speak.

"To be honest, I don't want to tell any of you people anything." He muttered.

"But you have to do this to get better." The woman smiled as she tried to encourage him.

"I don't trust you. I don't trust anybody in this damn camp."

"Gaara." The woman warned for his cursing.

"Can't change how I feel." Gaara muttered.

I don't know, but I think he muttered something under his breath. But the woman looked like she was about to beat the crap out of Gaara. But as fast as that attitude came, it was replaced with another gingerly smile.

"Alright then. Uh, Lee, same question."

This boy looked insane. He had this bowl cut with the bushiest eyebrows ever. He looked like he had two black caterpillars glued to his eyebrows. And the immense amount of green he had on was just overwhelming.

"Well, I feel frustrated." He thought real carefully his words.

"Why?"

"Because no matter what I do, I just never seem to get it right. It bothers me. I lost my martial arts tournament, in that one, I ended up having to get surgery for a very serious injury. I made my team lose in the soccer championship. No matter how hard or how long I study, I can never pass my French exam. And now, it seems like I can't even get my own life right."

It seemed like the last sentence was meant to be to himself. But I understood a bit from where he was coming from. I knew how it feels to fail at something you worked so hard for. I remember when I was in little league, during practice, I was working so hard that I actually bruised a bone. I was out for the rest of the season. I felt like all of my hard work was for nothing. I felt as if I let down the team and myself.

"Lee, I didn't know you felt like that!" a man cried out.

This man's booming voice scared the crap out of me. He ruined the sweet sad moment by speaking.

"I can't help what I feel, pops."

"Together, we shall sort out your youthful frustration and confusion! You shall be a booming young buck full of life blossoming into a youthful beast!"

"Father!"

"Oh, son!"

"I love you, dad!"

"I lo-"

"I can't take it anymore!" a hardened man shrilled over the queer moment.

TBC

Man, cliffie. I know. But that's what has to happen. And this, I believe, has got to be one of the longest chapters or the longest chapter in the entire story so far. Seven pages. And all of the other chapters are at least 2-3 pages long on average. But there was so much going on, and I'm still not done with the scene. I just thought it would be very mean of me to just stop right here and go nener-nener at you all.

I would like to thank my beta reader, my cousin. I love ya girlie. You rock.

I would also like to mention, yet again, that this story was inspired by Bike's WWJD. Their story and my story are two completely different stories. Her camp does it the "right" way, while mine seems to resemble a prison gone horribly wrong.

And on the final note, I want to remind you all that I am standing firm on my warning. Review or no more chapters.