Sorry sorry sorry… I promised to have this done Friday but something came up… so sorry
Don't kill me…. Well … umm… never mind you can kill me…. Just make sure you kill my mother first….
Guess what peoples .. No matter how old I get .. I still hate that women… and she still hates me… guess age doesn't fix every thing… hehe… oh well…
So sorry again… but I do hope you enjoy this chapter
The chapter is a little short … sorry… but I wanted to put in this scene… I promise a longer chapter next time..
And again I own nothing… Nema owns it all.
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Naruto had finally fallen asleep in the car on the way back to his house. Too bad it seemed that Naruto wasn't get any peace in his sleep. He's small form was shacking in his sleep. Small whimpers and nonsense words were coming from his sleeping body. And tears were streaming down his face. Each tear seemed to be another stab to Shikamaru's already confused heart. Shikamaru couldn't help but brush away Naruto's tears as he laid him down on the bed in Naruto's room.
Shocking enough this was the first time that Shikamaru had been in Naruto's room. It was nothing like what he believed it would have been. It didn't seem to reflect Naruto's joking happy personality at all. No Shikamaru had though it might be some strange bright color or be a total mess. But no it was spotless and it was decorated a dark scarlet color. Even the bed was down up in black sheets. The only thing in it that showed any part of Naruto, where the pictures that decorated the walls and the dresser.
Each picture seemed to hold a different person. A different scene. Some where of a low class bar. Some where from back alleys. Others from work or movie sites. Each one framed and placed aimlessly around the room.
Naruto's life seemed to be more of a mystery then Shikamaru had originally thought. A celebrity like Naruto should have had it all. He shouldn't have even been to a back street alley must less friends with the people who lived in such shady areas. A movie star like Naruto shouldn't have a picture of the cities biggest gang on his dresser. He especially shouldn't be laughing and hugging the Uchiha brothers.
The Uchiha brothers where one of the scariest gang bosses out there. They ruled together. They killed together.
Their gang the Sharingan was one of the blood thirstiest gangs in the whole city. They had held their ground and their top position in the city since the forming of the gang back in their middle school days. The youngest gang to every raise to the top.
One of the scariest things about the Sharingan was that they didn't take outsiders in. In fact it was made up of only the Uchiha's friends. They didn't believe in loyalty without friendship. And some of those friends where the scariest man in the world.
Gaara, the sand man. A man who seemed to have no emotions and killed without thought. Who also happened to be in another one of these pictures with a sleeping Naruto on his lap and Gaara's hand brushing back his bangs. He didn't know if he was more curious or jealous. Ok jealously might be winning.
Then their was the sandman's brother and sister. A man who used puppets to plant bombs and assassination. And a women who uses a small deadly fan to kill. A deadly family all together. And another picture place in a small puppets lap, showed them in all their glory with a smiling Naruto hugging the same puppet.
There where tons of pictures scattered around this room that brought up questions. Questions that might be answered if Shikamaru got in touch with a couple of members of the Sharingan. Hopefully Kakashi was still on good terms with the Uchiha brothers. If not this was going to be one dead end.