I got nominated for a Naruto fanfiction contest!! Do you know how freaken weird that is?? Wow just damn I cant stop smiling this is really wicked!! Ok deep breath-thank you to whoever has nominated me, that was really cool of you. Let the bribing began!! ….shit I got nutten. Um…. OBITO FOR PREZ!
Moving on, first things first I owe a couple of apologies-I'm sorry for revealing a spoiler in my last chapter for anyone who hasn't seen the newest Naruto chapters. I just got excited and wrote it down without really considering those who were reading. But on the other hand…SPOILER-turns out I was wrong, even if that kills me to say since I love Obito. OBITO FOR PREZ! …that was the last time I swear.
Second apology-The Uzumaki chronicles; monster's tale. I did a really really bad job writing the contents of the book. This is not one of those 'oh my I'm going to talk about how bad I am a writing so pple will say how wonderful I am at it' no no no this is more like 'please don't kill me for my lack of imagination.' In my defense I tried to write a short poem to start it off ( I hate poetry!!)AND I did try to make it up in one paragraph but if anyone still confused go ahead and tell me and I'll try to explain what's going on. And if that still doesn't work then use that that lovely imagination of urs and just pretend it's utterly brilliant
Third apology- this chap turned out much more violent than I expected but cut me a little slack, I just started college and I'll admit I'm a little frustration. For the record I never said throwing pepper in someone eye was a nice thing to do
Oh last thing I swear, there's a BIG SPOILER towards the end concerning names, so don't say I didn't warn ya this time!
Lots of love and thanks to my beta-angstkitten, without her this story wouldn't be readable. Also punky 4 you's sister drew me a really cool drawing of Naruto and 'Stuart', if u click my profile page and go to the bottom then u can check it out.
I love this quote, it's possible one of my favorite cuz it gets my blood boiling(cliques to say but true nonetheless.) Also I love the title to this chapter, it's from a band that I can't remember but I remember loven the lyrics.
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Sticks and Stones
Chapter 14-No one hurts me and goes free
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Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun.
To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past,
To roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come,
To savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given
And the pain you are giving back--in many ways it is a feast fit for a king.
The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself.
The skeleton at the feast is you
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Sasuke felt bile rise in the back of his throat.
He had sped home and locked himself in his room. His heart raced, not only from the run, but also because he had actually stolen something from Naruto's house.
It was an impulsive and stupid thing to have done, and only now was Sasuke feeling a twinge of guilt, but that feeling was suppressed by his need to find out more about the boy.
It wasn't fair that Naruto kept so many goddamn secrets. If he had just told Sasuke even a few he would have been satisfied. But now he had been tempted by the apple of knowledge, and he bit though that juicy fruit.
So Sasuke sat on his bed, munching on a snack, as he leafed through the papers. The more he read, the more he lost his appetite for the snack and the more his hunger for knowledge grew. In fact, he had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that said the snack might be making a comeback. After finishing the last page, Sasuke returned to the beginning and reread the first sentence.
Fairy tales are poison for little boys and girls
A happy ending is only one that's covered in lies.
It mixes up warnings and words to fear
And sometimes it hides a monster in disguise
So let me tell a story, one I'm sure you've never heard
Of a monster free from caged bars
The only way to find him is to know
He's marked with whiskered scars
Naruto was the main character of the story. The entire book was set in an unknown time period, and instead of a boy, Naruto was described as a demonic fox sprit that took the form of a boy. The wording was simple, like reading a children's book, but it was a grotesque tale, layered in bloody gore and angst. Certainly not a story you'd read to a young, impressionable child.
The author's tone throughout the story was strange; it held no sorrow for the death of the people in the story. In fact it seemed a little detached and emotionless. On the other hand, whenever the author referred to Naruto, it was heavy in disgust and hatred for the boy.
The deaths were described to the very last detail, starting with Naruto killing his own mother, to taking the life of an innocent baby. The writer spared no mercy when describing their deaths. Sasuke skipped ahead and skimmed though the words.
In the story Naruto had tricked people with his fake innocent nature, leading them to believe and trust him, but then they were blindsided as the real Naruto came out.
The worst part was, most of the words hit Naruto dead on.
His ability to hide behind a mask.
How he could manipulate people.
There was also a description of Naruto's whiskers, each representing a life he had stolen. This was outrageous; there was no way any of it could really be true, but at the same time, what did he really know about Naruto anyway? He had no family, he was extremely violent, and he had unexplainable scars on his face and stomach. Those were the only three truths Sasuke knew about Naruto
Everything else could have been, and most likely was, fake.
Sasuke remembered how Naruto had hidden his anger at Ray and Mike, and he used their words to his advantage, or how he tricked people with his gay cookbook pamphlets. He had even lied to Ebisu in order to save his own ass.
Hell, he had even waited three years to take revenge on Sasuke, Chouji, and Shikamaru. Waited for the right moment, when they least expected it and nobody could stop him.
It was only a matter of time before the real Naruto came out and betrayed them.
Slowly Sasuke picked up the pile of papers and traced the red lettering with his finger. He slid his finger under the title page and flipped it over and began to reread for the third time, slowly a seed of hate and fear began to grow in his chest.
Do not trust his words
Do not trust his soul
For all you'll find is a killer
Whose heart is as black as coal
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Chouji tilted his head slightly to the side so he could glance at the boy behind him. Naruto continued to work on his math problem, not noticing the pair of eyes on him.
He turned back and looked at his open math notebook. After making sure the teacher wasn't looking, Chouji slid a stack of papers he had hidden under the notebook and was surprised by the odd title "Uzumaki Chronicles: A Monster Tale". Shikamaru had grabbed him before he entered his math class and shoved the papers into his hands. Shikamaru had looked intense and nervous as he explained to Chouji that Sasuke said to pass this along to him and not to let Naruto see him with it. Chouji thought this was a rather odd request, but promised nonetheless.
Using his forearms as a block, Chouji opened the page and began to read. Half way through class Chouji raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher reluctantly relinquished the pass and Chouji scuttled away without even glancing in Naruto's direction. He spent the entire period locked inside the boy's bathroom paging through the story with a morbid fashion. He was so absorbed that by the time he finished, the next period bell had rung. Chouji quickly ran back to his last class to collect his books but the teacher caught him and gave him a detention for skipping the class.
For once, he didn't care. His mind was playing over the new information he had received, not willing to really accept it yet.
Naruto had killed people?
His own mother, an unborn baby, an innocent boy, two parents.
At least some people had seemed to survive in the story, but as Chouji reread the survivor's tale, he wondered if death would have been more merciful.
Each chapter was dedicated to one of Naruto's so-called "victims".
One boy lost his sight in one eye; another was given a scar on his face. A boy, no older than himself, had his knee shattered and broken beyond repair. Chouji felt his chest contract when reading the part where Naruto had brutally stabbed a man's lung with a knife.
At first Chouji thought it was ridiculous; this was a made up story about a terrifying demon that happen to be named Naruto. It was in no way true.
But it didn't help that the last few pages had the titles of newspaper clippings glued on one side of the page. Though crinkled and yellow with age, Chouji was able to identify the four obituaries, with a picture of the person along with the date of their birth and death. Every single one of them died on the same day.
Chouji pushed his feelings aside and decided to think about this logically. Was Naruto capable of violence? Of lying and manipulating others?
Yeah, Naruto was definitely capable.
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Lunch had arrived far too quickly for the three boys. They walked in as a group, immediately spying Naruto sitting at their usual spot. When the lone boy looked up he began waving his hands around excitedly trying to get their attention. They slowly made the walk to the table thinking the same thought:
What type of person could so easily accept friendship from the three boys who tormented him for the last three years, unless he had some sort of plan or motive?
Naruto beamed when Sasuke sat next to him. The boy shifted uneasily and tried to focus on what the overall happy boy was saying, "Hey, I didn't see you in the hall, so I just came here."
Sasuke nodded and said nothing, he was too busy staring at the marks on Naruto's face; the marks of a freed monster.
Naruto shrugged off the quiet boy and instead turned to his next victim and elbowed him softly in the stomach. "Where's my sandwich?"
Chouji was taken aback by Naruto's demand. Inwardly he felt a bit of anger squirm in his stomach, but he reminded himself that he had to act calm and normal, at least until they figured out what they were going to do with the boy. "Oh, hold on."
He set his backpack on the floor and reached inside for the extra lunch his father had been packing for the last couple of weeks. He didn't expect Naruto to bend down impatiently and start riffling through the pack looking for his free meal.
Chouji tried to stop him but Naruto just impatiently knocked his hands aside and in his search pulled out the papers they had been trying to hide from him all day.
Naruto stared at the title page with his last name; he looked up in surprise and confusion. "This is mine," he stated. Looking back at the innocent paper, he unconsciously began to smooth out the crinkles and asked in an eerily calm voice, "Why do you have it?"
Guilty, Sasuke attempted to turn the question around by asking his own question. "Why didn't you tell us about this? Aren't we your friends?"
Naruto said nothing; he stared down at the pile of papers, carefully tracing the lettering with his thumb.
"What the hell is this? Why would someone write this about you if it wasn't …" Shikamaru trailed off, but it was obvious what the last, unspoken word was going to be: "true".
"Remember how I said I could write a book on things you don't know about me?" Naruto's voice was softened, and he finally looked up with a hopeless expression. "Well, this is the book."
"So it's true?"
"A little. I mean, most of it, but not the way it's written." Naruto pitifully tried to explain, but was lost in his own shame.
Sasuke felt a wave of disgust rush over him. Naruto was looking everywhere except in their eyes. No longer even able to look at the pathetic boy, Sasuke stood up and began to walk away from the table; Shikamaru and Chouji followed in suit.
Naruto leapt up from his seat to follow them, but he was ignored. His heart was pounding in his chest and he was on the brink of tears.
"It's not all real; I'm not really a monster!" Naruto reached out in one last desperate attempt and grabbed Sasuke by the hand. Without thinking, he pulled him back with all his strength.
Sasuke gasped as arm was nearly ripped out of its socket. He wrenched his hand away and pushed at Naruto's chest to create some distance between them.
"Don't touch me!"
The push had unbalanced Naruto; he had not expected Sasuke to reject him so harshly. The world tipped and Naruto found himself falling backwards. He reached out for a solid object to catch his fall, and his finger caught a hold of the rim of a garbage can. The wheels tipped backwards, causing the day-old trash to spill onto the clean tile. With a cry, Naruto fell into the middle of it, soaking the back of his jeans with rotting garbage.
Laughter broke out, and Naruto looked up to realize that, for the first time, the entire cafeteria had been watching them, and then, like a studio audience, they broke out in simulated laughter. Naruto looked around in disbelief at the trash piled around him; an unfinished carton of milk soaked his pant legs, while big globs of ketchup and mustard stained his jacket's sleeve. He looked to the trio of boys for some kind of reassurance that this was all just a big joke.
Then Naruto did something strange; he began to laugh. His laughter was bold and untamed. Just the sound of the hysterical laughter caused the other laughter to die down.
Naruto lay on the floor surrounded by piles of trash, the potent smell of decaying food soaked into his jacket and sent a cold chill where it touched his skin. He held up a handful of trash and letting it slip slowly in between his fingertips, and still he laughed.
He laughed as Sasuke, Shikamaru and Chouji stared down at him with cold eyes. In Chouji's hands was his story, and he laughed harder.
The laughter was starting to hurt his chest and he vaguely wondered through his gasps of air if someone could die from laughing too hard.
Because the laughter wasn't letting up, and the people he had considered friends were still staring at him like he worth the same as the trash that spewed in front of him.
Maybe he was.
It really hurt.
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A cafeteria monitor had rushed in a little too late to see what the commotion was about, but in the middle of the confusion Naruto had managed to slip out without anyone noticing, only leaving behind the scent of rotting garbage in his wake.
Sasuke, Chouji, and Shikamaru had not been so lucky. The trio of boys was given a detention for rough housing and knocking over the garbage can. Chouji's earlier detention had slipped by without notice, so he was able to escape a double detention.
While this was happening, Naruto had raced off. Scared that one of his so-called "friends" would follow him into the boy's bathroom, he opted to go to the nurse's office and use her private bathroom. He had taken off his jacket and shirt and was standing bare-chested in front of the mirror.
Naruto's teeth were chattering, but he wasn't the slight bit cold. There was a strange ache rising in his chest, like someone was slowly stacking stones, one by one, on his chest, making it hard to breath. He must have banged it against something, though Naruto had no memory of any such event except when Sasuke had pushed him.
"S-stop it," he stuttered out between the chatter of his teeth; if anything, his jaw moved faster, threatening to shatter his teeth. "STOP IT!" Naruto slammed his face against the mirror, looking into his own eyes. The chattering stopped but the heavy feeling in his chest remained. After awhile he cursed deeply.
"Just go back the way it was...don't think anymore. Don't think, don't think, don't think." He repeated the words over and over like a chant. It shouldn't be like this; he shouldn't care what they thought of him. Just because they played nice for a little while didn't really mean anything. Every kind word had been nothing but a lie, their opinions meant nothing to him, and they meant nothing to him. After a moment he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He gradually opened his eyes to see tears gathering in the corner of his eyes.
Naruto's screams coiled in the back of his throat, begging to be released, and he curled his fingers into a fist and felt his sharp nails bite his palms. It was impossible; he couldn't go back, not all the way.
The pain in his hand made Naruto look down at his fist with sudden interest. He glanced back at his reflection and was shocked to see his mirror-self with an ugly grin upon his lips. It was almost funny; he could even scare himself.
Somewhere in the back of Naruto's mind, he realized that if you can't go back to the way things were, then it's time to make some changes.
Naruto raised his fist, and drew it back at an angle that was directly in front of his reflected mouth. He paused to examine his own face, taking note of his blood-shot eyes and how his ugly whiskers seemed to grow longer so they touched the corner of his mouth and extended to his ear.
With sudden speed, Naruto's fist stuck the mirror and his reflection's face cracked and shattered around his fist.
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Sasuke, Chouji, and Shikamaru spent an hour locked up in a classroom as a teacher marked some tests and occasionally looked up to make sure they weren't talking. By the end of the hour they were exhausted and ready to go home.
After stopping at their lockers, they walked side by side towards the school entrance. Sasuke paused for a moment and shuffled through the papers to make sure they hadn't forgotten any of Naruto's story. He then shoved it inside his backpack, not caring if the pages got wrinkled or bent. They made their way towards the gates, not noticing a figure hidden in the shadow of the wall.
Naruto sat on the ground, his back pressed against the school's wall, his arms folded on top of his knees, and stared down at his shoes, clicking them together in an offbeat rhythm. Naruto's eyes were trained intently on his feet; only when they approached did he look up. When they did not see him, Naruto waited until they were almost outside the gate before he stood up to follow them. When the sound of footsteps startled the three boys, they turned back to see Naruto only a few feet behind them with an ugly grin across his face.
Naruto said nothing as he stopped and examined them each with a cunning eye. His mouth twisted, but the smile never left. His hair was in tangles and there were smears of garbage on his jeans. He had removed the jacket, leaving his bare arms to fight against the gale of winds.
Naruto leaned back and shot his neck forward, at the same time letting out a huge ball of spit, right into Sasuke's eye.
Sasuke reeled back, not expecting the flying ball of mucus. He blindly stepped backwards crossing over the threshold of the school gate. That's when Naruto attacked.
He charged at the confused boy, slamming his head into Sasuke's stomach and pushing him farther away from the school. Sasuke tripped and began to descend towards the ground, but he held on to Naruto's shoulders and twisted so the blond boy would be forced to take the blunt of the fall. Naruto gritted his teeth as he was slammed between the pavement and Sasuke.
Sasuke raised his fist automatically, feeling the old stir of excitement whenever he was just about to hit the small boy. He was startled when a clenched fist struck him in the neck and then Naruto bucked so hard he was nearly thrown off the smaller boy. Sasuke froze when he really looked at him and saw he was struggling, and with one free hand trying desperately to hit him. Naruto was acting nothing like the emotionless boy he had once been; he was actually fighting back and, for whatever reason, Sasuke couldn't hit the angry boy. Naruto saw the pause and he didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage.
He hooked his legs around Sasuke's waist and rocked backwards using the momentum of their weight to do a backwards roll. Their positions were switched so Naruto was on top, except he didn't hesitate as Sasuke had.
Right away, Naruto punched him as hard as he could in the jaw. Sasuke's head snapped to the left, and Sasuke opened his mouth to call for help, but then Naruto sent another punch making Sasuke's head snap to the right. The right side of Sasuke's face was digging deeply into the dirt and he coughed as some of the dirt particles flew into his open mouth. Naruto grasped Sasuke's chin and lifted it so he was staring straight into his own eyes. Naruto's eyes were bright; and he gave Sasuke a toothy grin. Sasuke choked when he felt hands move downward to wrap around his neck and give him a light squeeze.
"You shouldn't go looking for a monster," Naruto leaned down to whisper, speaking for the first time, except it sounded more like an animal's growl than human language. He slightly increased his grip on Sasuke's neck, but not tight enough to close the air pipes. "I can find you all on my own."
Then faster than his eye could follow, Naruto struck him square on the nose. Sasuke's head fell back and hit the ground. Blood gushed out of his nostrils and into his mouth causing him to sputter and choke. He felt Naruto's weight lifted off him and raised his neck a few inches to locate the boy. In the corner off his eye he could see a flash of blond struggling against something. Sasuke wiped the blood and dust out of his eye and took a shallow breath, testing his air ways; he then began the long struggle of climbing to his feet.
Meanwhile, Chouji and Shikamaru had gotten over their initial shock and sprung into action. Chouji, spurred by the fear of seeing one of his friends choked to death, was the first to reach out and grab Naruto by the collar of his shirt, tearing him off of Sasuke.
Naruto jerked from his touch, the fabric ripped, and Naruto was forced to release Sasuke. He turned his sights on Chouji, who was holding him from behind with a hand on each of his wrists. Acting on lessons he had been taught, Naruto twisted his own arm around at a painful angle and, by ignoring the strain of his own muscles, he twisted and turned enough to free one of his hands. He brought it up high before smashing the bony point of his elbow into Chouji's mouth again and again until the boy was forced to release Naruto's other hand and fruitlessly try to protect his mouth.
Shikamaru reached from behind Naruto and grabbed hold of his elbow so he wouldn't further hurt Chouji. Naruto noticed Shikamaru's hand and reached with his own, bringing it up onto his shoulder and then bent his knees at a ninety degree angle. Chouji's eyes widen as he realized what Naruto was about to do, but he was too late to warn Shikamaru.
Naruto smirked as he grabbed Shikamaru by the wrist and easily tossed him over his shoulder just as he had done to Chouji the first time, except this time Chouji was standing directly in line with Shikamaru's flying body. He had no time to react as Shikamaru crashed into him, causing him to fall backwards as Shikamaru's heel smacked his forehead.
Chouji's head exploded with pain as he clutched his forehead, his eyes slid shut, and he let the pain overcome him. Shikamaru quickly climbed off him and started shaking Chouji by the shoulder. When his friend made no movements, he turned to Naruto with newfound anger. Shikamaru ran blindly at the boy, ready to cause serious pain, but Naruto just smiled as if amused by Shikamaru's anger.
Reaching inside his pocket, Naruto withdrew his hand that now seemed to be covered in red flakes. When the raging boy was close enough in range, he stepped towards Shikamaru fearlessly and ducked one of the boy's wild punches. Before the boy could attempt another attack; Naruto reacted by striking his own fist in Shikamaru's eye. The punch was soft, hitting his eye socket without causing any damage. For a second Shikamaru wondered if Naruto had felt a pang of regret, causing him to soften his punch.
That thought was proven false as Shikamaru's eye suddenly exploded in a fiery hot pain. He howled and clutched his burning eye, tears dripped off his chin as he tried to blink away whatever had gotten into his eye.
Naruto watched Shikamaru with a satisfied smile as he wiped the crushed red pepper flakes that he had stolen earlier on his pant leg. Naruto avoided touching his own eye, knowing the intense pain it would cause. He then stepped forward and grabbed Shikamaru by his shoulder; he drew back his arm and then slammed into the defenseless boy's stomach. The blind boy arched forward into Naruto's fist and spit flew from his lips as he collapsed on the ground as soon as Naruto relinquished his hold.
Naruto watched with indifferent eyes as Chouji lay on the ground holding his head and Shikamaru lay next to him, one hand clutching his stomach and the other desperately trying to rub out the flakes in his eye, but only making it worse. Knowing they weren't about to be getting up any time soon, Naruto turned to his last opponent.
Sasuke was holding on to the school gate, breathing heavily. He stared at Naruto with wide eyes, unable to believe that the boy was capable of hurting his first friends with no remorse. They locked eyes and Sasuke could see nothing but indifference as Naruto took quick, equal strides towards him, never pausing or breaking eye contact.
With a swift kick, Sasuke's feet were swiped from under him and he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He moaned as he felt a heavy object rest on his stomach. With bleary eyes he looked up to see Naruto standing over him with a foot on his stomach, holding him in place.
Sasuke, too weak to even struggle, just laid there as Naruto looked down on him with cold eyes. In a flash all the words written in the Uzumaki Chronicle came rushing back to him.
Naruto clawing through his mother's stomach in order to be born, the pregnant wife he had sweetly charmed and then pushed down a stairwell. The two boys he had tricked into crossing a heavily trafficked street, smiling as the boys were tossed in the air from the collision. The two loving parents who sacrificed themselves in order to save their own son, only to leave the boy scared and parentless. How Naruto had taken a rock and smashed it against a young teenager's kneecap until it was broken beyond repair. And finally, in the last chapter, stabbing a cop in the chest, completely destroying his left lung.
The author's last words of warning, warning the readers to beware, to stay away, and never trust the boy named Naruto.
Sasuke grunted as Naruto lowered himself down, pressing even more weight on the boy's already bruised abdomen.
As Naruto came closer, Sasuke closed his eyes in anticipation of the punch he was sure to come. But instead he felt a warm hand touch the back of his neck and lift the top half of his body off the ground. He risked opening his eyes and saw Naruto was much closer then he expected. He could even see the sweat glistening on Naruto's forehead.
Naruto didn't even look at Sasuke; he focused on pulling on the straps of Sasuke's backpack and sliding it out from under the boy. When the backpack was finally freed, Naruto stood up and unzipped it. He rummaged though the papers until he found what he was looking for. He slowly pulled out the story, and smoothed out the bent corners. He tossed Sasuke's backpack away, not caring that the items spilled out onto the ground.
Sasuke looked up from his uncomfortable position on the ground and watched Naruto run his thumb over the red writing and give a soft sigh until, finally, Naruto tore his eyes away from his story and looked Sasuke straight in the eye. They both were silent as their breaths mingled. Sasuke was mesmerized by Naruto's intense blue eyes and Naruto was studying Sasuke's face, trying to make a decision.
When Naruto spoke his voice was low and calm; it was nothing like the animalistic voice he had used easier, nor was it the voice that, over several weeks of friendship, Sasuke had grown used to.
"If being your friend means being reminded that I'm trash, then I'd rather be alone." Naruto spoke without a hint of regret. He stood up and took his foot off Sasuke, instead pinning him down with his piercing eyes. Naruto raised his foot up high and held it there hovering above the boy; he spoke again letting his anger slip in between his words. "But if you come near me again then I really will kill you."
With that, he brought the foot down and slammed in into the boy's unprotected stomach. Sasuke's eyes nearly popped out of his head, he wheezed and unconsciously curled into a fetal position to protect his stomach. Naruto observed him with slit eyes, coldly watching Sasuke gasp for air.
Then he turned around and walked away from gothic kid, and marched past the fat boy and the sobbing genius without even a passing glance.
The boy never turned around nor stopped. He walked down the street with the story that had started this whole mess, pressing it against his heart which was pounding so hard he was sure it would explode and kill him.
Things hadn't worked out exactly as he planned.
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The three boys laid there in front of the school gate, even after Naruto had disappeared behind a corner, and no one made the effort to speak. It was as if they had escaped death, and just the slightest noise would bring him back.
-Hiccup-
Shikamaru and Sasuke looked over to see Chouji awake and embarrassed as he tried to cover his mouth before another giant hiccup could escape
-Hiccup-
He tried to grin sheepishly but no one returned his fake smile. So Chouji lay back on the ground and tried to breathe in and out at a normal pace; he cursed as he felt another hiccup rising from his chest.
-Hic-
"BOO!"
A shadowed face towed over him blocking out the sky, the bloodshot eyes bulged out making, the man look twice as scary.
Sasuke and Shikamaru had both jumped from the yell and turned around expecting to see Naruto back to finish where he had left off. Instead they were greeted by Ibiki, who was still looking down on Chouji with a smirk on his lips.
"I think that boy just shit himself." The trio of beaten boys turned to the source of the voice. Anko walked out from behind the corner with a wild grin on her lips. She playfully smacked Ibiki on the shoulder before turning back and placing her thumb and pointer finger in her mouth and giving off a loud piercing whistle.
The boys winched and watched a van pull out from behind the corner; Sasuke quickly recognized it as the vehicle that had come to his house to pick up Naruto after the sleepover. Now that he was closer, he could see on the back bumper was a sticker that said: My karma ran over my dogma.
Sasuke swallowed dryly as the doors where wrenched open and out piled Iruka, Kakashi, Tsunade, Jiraiya, Asuma, Hayate, and Gai.
Tsunade made a beeline to Shikamaru, catching his hands and preventing him from rubbing his eyes any further, she soaked a cloth with water from a bottle and pressed it against his swollen eye instructing him to hold it there. She then moved on to Chouji and Sasuke checking for any serious damages.
Chouji let out a strangled yell when she pressed the cut on his knee; Tsunade just rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop your bawling; he didn't even really try."
Tsunade must have seen their looks of disbelief because she gave them a cocky grin and then began to rattle off.
"He's still a little sloppy with his left hooks and has no sense of surroundings when he really gets into it, but more importantly, you three have no broken bones or dislocated shoulders." She pressed two fingers against Sasuke's neck and checked for a pulse. "And you're still alive.
"If he wanted to really hurt you he could have done much worse." Tsunade gave them a knowing smile before frowning and turning to her companions. "And which one of you morons told him it was ok to fight with crushed red peppers?"
The men took a step away from the one other woman in the group and Anko gasped at their betrayal. "WHAT? Why do you automatically assume it's me?"
"Was it you?" Iruka asked out of politeness.
"Yes," Anko admitted while crossing her arms defiantly over her chest, "but you still shouldn't assume."
Kakashi shook his head with exasperation; he spoke slowly as if speaking to a disobedient child, which wasn't far from the truth. "We've talked about making sure Naruto understands the meaning of fighting fair."
"Since when are fights ever fair? Not every fight has a referee waiting to step in, and in case you didn't notice, it was three against one!"
"Enough!" Eardrums popped as Gai decided he had been silent for too long. He looked around pleadingly at his friends, not noticing they were all covering their ears as he spoke. "Friends, this is not why we have gathered here! We are not here to argue, but to check up on Naruto's safety and youth!"
As Kakashi tugged on his ear lobe, trying to ease the pain, he gratefully patted Gai's shoulder. "Thank you, Gai, let's get back to the main point."
Tsunade jumped in from the sidelines to throw a handful of colored papers at the boys. She stood back and smugly crossed her arms over her chest. "How do you explain this?"
The colored papers flew around them as Tsunade went on to explain. "I won 500 dollars from a one dollar lottery ticket! How do you explain that?"
Shikamaru raised his non-swollen eyebrow, knowing the chances of winning a lotto ticket was not only rare but highly unlikely, giving a small shrug he answered, "Um, luck?"
Jiraiya broke out in loud uncontrolled laughter, Tsunade glared at him, and everyone else tried to hide their own giggles behind a hand, not wanting to call on the woman's wrath. Jiraiya finally calmed down enough to speak. "Phht, this woman doesn't have luck; she has warning signs."
"When she starts winning, we start calling family members to make sure they're still alive," Asuma spoke up. He cupped his hand around a lighter and lit up his cigarette, taking deep breaths. He somehow managed to blow a smoke ring despite the cold wind blowing around them.
Tsunade ignored their jabs and started listing off on her hand. "I've won six scratch and wins, 3 dog races, and 15 coin tosses." She stopped as a thought suddenly crossed her mind. She tapped her chin and gave Jiraiya a sliding glance; oh, revenge was ever so sweet. "So that means any bet going on at this moment, I've pretty much won."
She spun around and pointed at Sasuke and with glee she shouted, "You love Naruto! And Naruto loves you!"
If Sasuke's jaw wasn't already sore from the beating it would have dropped open. That had to be the strangest love confession in all history. Forget the fact that Naruto had beaten the shit out of Sasuke only ten minutes earlier, this so-called "confession of love" wasn't even between the two boys in question.
Sasuke was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't realize his so-called "friends" had already accepted the fact that he was in love with Naruto and had now moved on to a different topic. Feeling slightly outted, in more ways than one, he tried to focus on what they were now discussing. Shikamaru was addressing Asuma, but the whole group was listening to him with a trace of amusement. "He stole the only evidence we had."
Asuma grinned around his cancer stick. "Now, technically you stole that from him, so it is probably more like retrieving a possession by his own terms. Besides, that's not the only copy; there are five others."
Sasuke jumped back into the conversation, eager to learn more. "Who has them?"
The members of the Jungle glanced at each other; they seemed to be asking something of everyone individually but no words were passed. After they had all given a slight nod, Gai cleared his voice and said, "We do, of course; after all, those are our lives in the book."
The boys were too shocked to speak, Hayate attempted to break the silence as he announced with a smile. "I was the one stabbed with a knife."
This seemed to help break the ice as someone else called out. "Yeah, and I was one of the boys hit by the car." Everyone stared at Kakashi who had his hand half raised. He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. "Obviously, the one who lived."
"This is getting us nowhere! Maybe it would be best to retell our own stories, but where to start?" Gai wondered out loud and looked to his friends for reassurance.
Ibiki spoke up for the first time since his arrival. "I've always found the beginning a good spot."
"Okay, smartass, but then who's going to start it?" Tsunade bickered back, unafraid of the man because she knew he was only trying to ease the tension. No one really wanted to tell the truth, not if it meant reliving the past.
Iruka intervened and tried to make peace. "Kakashi, I think you have rights on the first 'killing by Naruto'."
Kakashi's eye closed with laughter as he held up his hands in mock horror. "No no, Naruto's mother was the first, then the baby, and then it's Obito's and my turn."
"Ah yes, you're right. My apologies, Asuma; I always seem to forget that." Asuma just waved him off with a smile.
"H-how can you be so casual about this? People have died and you're making jokes about it!" The group of laughing adults lost their smiles and turned to Chouji. He stared up at them with anger and disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"We're human, that's what's wrong." Everyone turned to Anko, who was glaring at Chouji. Suddenly, he didn't feel very brave; in fact he was feeling very stupid at the moment. Anko continued to speak for the rest of her friends.
"Of course it hurts to talk about them, hell, it even hurts to think about them. But you know what? I don't want to cry, and I don't think they would want me crying over their deaths, so we laugh and deal with it in our own ways, even if that makes us seem like jackasses."
Anko stopped and breathed out, trying to calm down. She opened her eyes and fixed the boys with a mighty glare. "So tell me what was so fucked up in your life that you had to take it out on Naruto?"
"W-what?"
Anko snorted at their innocent tone and Iruka gave her a warning look, letting her know he didn't approve of her cursing in front of the boys. Kakashi took control of the situation, knowing Anko was about lose her cool and start really hammering down on the boys.
With a calm gaze, Kakashi spoke in a monotone voice. "Don't play dumb; we knew. Do you think no one would notice the bruises and black eyes? Sure, they disappeared in a day or two, but it was obvious someone was bullying him, and I'm just curious why you chose Naruto to take your problems out on."
"I- he was just always-" Sasuke stuttered, trying to come up with a passable answer. He knew lying was out of the question, but under the pressure of Kakashi's eye, he was unable to remember why they had taken such a fixation on hurting the emotionless boy. Defeated, Sasuke finally shouted. "I don't know! I don't know why him!"
Sasuke was surprised when he felt a slight pat on the head, much like a dog would receive. Despite his fear, Sasuke glared at Kakashi, who was smiling underneath his mask. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, kid. Hell, not like I can say I didn't do the exact same shit to him, but at least I gave back what I took from him."
Sasuke wondered what the crazy man meant by that and he opened his mouth to speak, but someone else got there first.
"You can't blame us for wanting to know more." They turned to see Chouji staring at the ground; he was watching at a tiny moth that had climbed his shoelace, but instead of swatting it away, Chouji held still and allowed the moth to rest and flap it's wings. He spoke without looking away from the small creature. "Believe me; I've tried to find out more on my own. I searched the entire internet, and there's nothing on Naruto Uzumaki."
"Well, there won't be; that's not his real name." Chouji's head snapped up, unaware that his movement caused the tiny moth to fly away. Jiraiya kept his eyes on the moth, watching it struggle against the winds. Unexpectedly, he cupped his hand around the poor insect and drew it close to his body. "His real name is Naruto Namikaze, but there was so much paparazzo at the time that it was decided it would be much better to take his mother's last name."
"I'll start, I knew him before any of you." No one dared to argue, not even Tsunade. She watched the man she considered her best friend lower his hand and try to force the moth to climb off of him despite its attempts to cling onto its source of warmth.
Sasuke stared at the large man who was battling against the persistent bug. "Wait, who you talking about now? You mean Naruto, right?"
With a sigh Jiraiya gave up and allowed the moth to remain on his hand. Slowly, he began to remember the face he had mentally pushed away every time Naruto had looked at him with those crinkled eyes and huge smile.
"No, I'm talking about the author of this book, Minato Namikaze. Naruto's real father."
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six years ago
At the tender age of seven, Naruto had three huge secrets that he kept hidden behind his endless smiles and pranks on the social workers at his orphanage.
The first secret was that he had snuck a red crayon inside his room. Now, to others this may not be recognized as a secret, but for Naruto it was one of his greatest accomplishments. Markers and colored pencils had been banned from taking into the bedrooms, in case some child had an artistic impulse and decided to draw all over the walls. So stealing one of the crayons and successfully hiding it his room had become a great accomplishment for little Naruto.
The second secret was one that Naruto would never admit out loud; he was afraid of the monsters living under his bed. True, he had never seen one himself, but the stupid Ebisu told him a story about how naughty boys who misbehave were eaten by the monsters that lived under the beds. Ever since that day Naruto was very careful when he climbed up on his bed, making sure not to bounce around too much or else the monster would wake up. Of course, this didn't stop him from playing pranks on the social workers. He figured if the monster hadn't eaten him by now, then he was pretty much safe.
And lastly, the granddaddy secret of them all, Naruto was the one and only kid in the entire orphanage that still had a father.
This was the one thing that kept Naruto going: the knowledge that somewhere outside the tall walls of the orphanage there was someone he could call Dad.
That was the real reason Naruto didn't care when a couple came in and adopted someone half his age; every time a kid went home with a new family Naruto would just have to remind himself that his real father was out there somewhere and one day he would take him far away to where the real families lived.
After making sure the door was closed tightly, Naruto jumped on top of his bed quietly so as not to disturb the monster from his slumber. He reached under the fold of his blanket and retrieved his father's one and only gift.
A story, written just for Naruto.
When he was given the story two weeks ago the worker mentioned that his name was on it. Too excited to speak, Naruto had run out of the room to examine every word wondering which one was his. When Naruto reached the back and found the newspaper clippings with four faces smiling at him, he pondered long and hard on who they might be. Finally, he decided they must be some sort of relative. His father must have put them there in order to show Naruto that there were others waiting for him back home.
Taking out the red crayon from inside his shirt, Naruto began doing the one thing that made complete sense to any seven year old: he began to draw on the story. Naruto tried to relax his hold on the crayon, reminding himself that he had practiced a million times on other papers; just concentrate and don't mess up.
The first one was easy; two slash lines up connected by two slash lines down.
M
Next a circle, Naruto held the red crayon tightly in his little fist
O
This one was sort of hard; it was similar to the first letter except it was missing the second slash down.
N
Naruto brightened at the next letter; it was his favorite one to draw, plus it was really easy to remember because it looked like a snake.
S
The creak of an old floorboard made Naruto stop and look suspiciously at the door, he then looked down wondering if a monster was still hiding down there. He was never sure, because no matter how much the workers yelled at him, he would never clean out from under the bed and there was no way he'd ever climb underneath and look for it.
T
As he drew towards the end, Naruto had a cute smile on his face as he imagined his dad walking into the orphanage. Of course he would immediately recognizing Naruto from all the other kids. Then Naruto would show him his handwriting, and his father would beam with pride. Maybe he would lift little Naruto on his shoulders and would yell at the workers saying he was taking his son home and they all can go to H-E- double hockey stick!
E
The last letter was drawn a little shakily but Naruto didn't care; to him it was perfect.
R
He held the story up at eye level and examined his work right next to his father's writing; he couldn't wait for school to start. Then he could actually read what his father had written for him.
A warmth filled Naruto's chest. His father wrote this for him, his father was alive and loved him. One day he was going to come for him and take him to where the real families lived, but for now Naruto would have to be patient and wait for him.
He hugged the papers close to his chest and breathed in the crisp smell of paper, his little heart pounding excitedly.
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Hmm maybe I should change the story back to angst…naaah I had a lot of fun writing the fight scene, I also liked how things are finally coming together that took a hell of a long time! Truthfully I might have went a little too far with punching peppers flacks in Shikamaru's eye but hey if you think it's too violent then don't do it to someone, problem solved. The jungle characters were fun to write, trick question; I said there were 5 other copies of the story but there are 9 members of the jungle there….who has them??
Anyway I was getting sick of the fluffy boring stuff, not to say making them bond wasn't fun but I've been waiting to do this chapter for a while. I hate when people write Naruto as this weak little boy who can't throw a punch and needs saven by big strong Sasuke, that ain't how I roll, I think its bad ass when Naruto, the underdog, come out as the strongest one.
oh and I had a great time reading the answer some of you guys sent about the items from last chapter, most of them were way off, anyone dare to try again?
Ok, I've done my part and I really need a break, there's a party tonight at a sorority's house trying to get freshman to pledge HA yeah right like I need to be told how to dress, who my friends are, and where to go all the time! but if u play along then they stop serving u piss-water and start passing out the good shit!
My roommates went home for the weekend but she said she gunna smuggle bunny rabbits into out dorm (we have a no pets policy which is stupid so we chose to ignore it) personally id rather have a ferret, since I was a kid I have a soft spot for them but she says someone will defiantly notice it. She also told me that i talk in my sleep, which is not a good thing. I need to figure out a way to stop that fast cuz i dont need my roommate worring like that.
So even though im glad to finally be out of my asshole town, I still miss my pals back home, they're really amazing friends, especially Kate. I've never felt so close to some people, but when it comes to them they're like the friends who became family. I mean so far I've made shallow friendships here, people that I hang out with but don't really feel close too. Maybe I should just join a club, I heard they have a boxing team here, that could be interesting but I have a feeling I'll get kicked out if I try my style of fighting, plus its probably impossible to carry peppers flakes in that glove.
peace
sam