Roommates Chapter 21: Tears of Blood, a naruto fanfic

Disclaimer: Even though Kiba isn't mine, he wishes he was, much to K. Masashi's discontent. If he would just let it go, and allow Kiba to run away and come to me, we'd all be much happier, but noooooooo

A/N: Heh, I knew having Itachi in this was a bad idea. I died from all the fangirl squeals, lol.

Also, the chapter's title is something my muse always says, not me. She's crazy. She says this when she explains she was laughing too hard. ie: "It was so funny I was crying tears of blood!" "That's nice..." :inches away:

Previously:
Naruto opened the door, but stopped. Someone was standing in front of him. "Oh, hi. Did you need something?" That was when Naruto saw the gun, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind who this was.
Unconcerned for his own safety, the blond threw his bag into the man's face, turning to lunge at the raven to protect him.
"Sasuke!"
A gunshot rang out.

Sasuke jumped as he heard the gunshot, blood spattering onto him as Naruto fell to the floor, a large pool of blood starting to form. The raven stared down at the gruesome scene before him wide-eyed.

This is a dream, he insisted to himself. Any minute now, I'm going to wake up. Naruto will be right beside me.

"This is a dream." he whispered aloud.

"No, little brother." Itachi said in his dispassionate voice. "This time, it's not a dream."

"Naruto, Sas—" Itachi aimed sideways and Sasuke's eyes widened as he heard two more shots. "Jesus! Fuck!" Sasuke almost sighed. If Kiba was swearing, he was okay.

Itachi's eyes fixed on his younger brother again, Sasuke unable to move. "It's been a long time."

Move! Move, dammit! Sasuke's inner self was screaming at him, but he couldn't get his legs to obey.

Down the corridor, Kotetsu flew through the door, having heard the shots from above. He could see Itachi standing in the corridor, wearing a long black coat, and aiming a gun into Naruto and Sasuke's room.

Kotetsu hollered, "Hey!" before really thinking about the fact that there was nothing he could do against an armed man. He didn't slow as he neared the elder Uchiha, Itachi slowly turning to him.

Dispassionately, he pointed his gun at Kotetsu, and fired without really bothering to aim. Kotetsu cried out as his shoulder exploded, blood spattering on his face and the walls. He fell to the ground, unconscious from the pain.

Itachi turned back to his younger brother, betraying no emotion as he saw the gun in his sibling's hand. Sasuke's phone was open on the floor, indicating he'd dialled a number and just let the person on the other end hear what was going on.

"I fucking hate you!" Sasuke hollered angrily at his brother.

"Hate is such a strong word, little brother."

Itachi took a step into the room and Sasuke snapped. With an enraged cry, tears streaming down his face, he emptied his clip into Itachi's chest. The elder boy didn't even jerk as the bullets hit him.

Sasuke's clip ran dry, but he kept pulling the trigger, breathing hard. Why-why is Itachi still standing?

"Foolish little brother." Itachi knocked on his chest and Sasuke's eyes widened. He'd just emptied his entire clip onto a bullet-proof vest. Fuck!

Itachi walked into the room, looking down at Naruto. He forced his foot under the blond's body, rolling him onto his back. Naruto followed the motion limply, his front drenched in blood from the through-and-through shot.

"Who was he to you?" Itachi asked Sasuke, as if he actually cared. "A roommate?" He lightly kicked Naruto's face so his head rolled to the side. "A friend?" He nudged Naruto in the stomach with his foot. "Or maybe, a lover?" He stomped down on the wound in Naruto's chest, and Sasuke had had enough.

The younger boy lunged at Itachi and the elder Uchiha raised his gun. Sasuke stumbled to a halt as Itachi fired, feeling blood running down his face. Reaching up, he touched the wound. It was just a scratch. Itachi could've killed him, but—why hadn't he?

"You look confused, little brother." Itachi stated. "Why would I kill you, when making you suffer is so much more sadistic? I'm killing you in the worst way. I'm working on your mind. I can just get rid of everyone you care about. Every friend, every lover, every guardian. I will make you suffer so much that I will become the only thing you ever think about. I will turn you into a mindless avenger. And then, then we will fight, and see who between us deserves the name Uchiha."

"Itachi!" Sasuke heard the enraged cry from down the corridor.

Itachi exited the room, looking down the corridor at Kakashi. The silver-haired man had his gun drawn and barrelled towards Itachi, jumping over the unconscious Kotetsu. He fired at the Uchiha, hitting him twice in the chest and three times in the arms. Itachi grunted as the bullets bit into his unprotected arms, but made no other sound.

He raised his own gun and shot at Kakashi, the older man cursing as a bullet bit into his left side, and then another hit him in the right arm. He didn't stop, though. He flew into Itachi, tackling the other man to the ground and holding him down. Calmly, Itachi reached up and dug his finger into the wound in Kakashi's side. Kakashi screamed, blind with pain.

Itachi easily pushed Kakashi off himself and stood up, looking in at his brother.

"Goodbye, little brother. I'll see you soon."

Sirens were heard nearby as Itachi turned and fled.

Seconds passed and Kiba stumbled from his room, a shirt wrapped around his bleeding leg.

"Fuck!" He limped to Kakashi. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

"I'll live, check the other guy." He motioned Kotetsu as he swallowed his pain and stood up. He had to check on Sasuke and Naruto.

Kakashi stumbled into the room, clutching his bleeding side. Sasuke looked fine apart from a graze on his temple, but he had a blank look on his face as he stared at the floor. Kakashi followed his gaze and his eyes widened.

"Oh my God, Naruto!" Ignoring his pain, Kakashi fell down beside the blond, covering the wound with both hands. Shit, he's not gonna make it, Kakashi thought wildly. "Sasuke, call an ambulance!" he ordered.

The raven didn't move.

Kakashi looked up at him. "Sasuke! Call an ambulance!"

Still, the raven didn't move. He just kept staring at the growing pool of blood that surrounded Naruto.

Kiba bit his nails as he paced up and down the corridor of second floor Robson. His shoe made a disgusting 'squish' sound every time he stepped in the puddle of Kotetsu's blood, which had soaked into the carpet, but he ignored it.

Kotetsu was fine—well, he had a huge hole in his shoulder, but life-wise, he was fine. Kakashi and Sasuke were also fine. Kiba himself was fine. The only person no one knew about was Naruto.

"Kiba, you should sit down. You're bleeding through your bandages." Shino insisted, sitting on the floor in front of Sasuke and Naruto's door.

The brunette looked down at his torn jeans—torn so that the paramedics could get to his wound—and sure enough, he was bleeding through his bandages.

"I can't sit down." Kiba insisted, still pacing. "I'm too worried."

"We're all worried." Shikamaru insisted.

"You weren't here!" Kiba rounded on him angrily. "You didn't—you didn't see how pale he was... how much blood there was..." Kiba stood in the middle of the corridor, his eyes glazed as he recalled the memory. "He-he was so..." He couldn't continue.

Chouji, Shikamaru and Shino shared a look. They didn't know what to do. They'd heard the story from Kiba and seen his wound, but like he said, they hadn't been there. They were worried about Naruto, but they honestly didn't know how worried they should be. Was Kiba exaggerating, or was it really as bad—or even worse—than the boy was saying?

The door at the end of the corridor opened and they all turned to it, seeing Sasuke and Kakashi. The older man had one arm in a sling and his shirt was open, having been cut down the middle, exposing the gauze wrapping his side.

Sasuke only had a bandage on his head, covering his temple. The raven had a blank look on his face, not even seeing the boys in front of him.

Chouji, Shikamaru and Shino stood up as he neared them. His key was out and he began to push it into his lock when Kiba grabbed his wrist, the suspense killing him.

"Naruto. How is he?"

Something broke within Sasuke and he fell to his knees, crying into his hands. The four boys stared on in horror.

"He didn't make it." Kakashi whispered. "I'm sorry."

Kiba stared at Kakashi in shock before turning around and walking back to his room in a daze. Shino went after him, his heart wrenching in his chest.

Sasuke was still curled up on the floor, Chouji and Shikamaru staring at him.

"I'll stay with him tonight." Shikamaru whispered, motioning Sasuke. "I'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"Thanks." Kakashi replied. "They gave me a sedative for him to make him sleep." He handed Shikamaru a bottle of pills. "I'm sorry."

Kakashi left, unable to even offer help in getting Sasuke into bed because of his arm.

Chouji got the door open and the two of them manoeuvred the still crying boy into the room.

"Why are you taking everything from me?" Sasuke continued to sob as the two boys got him ready for bed. They didn't understand what he meant, but neither thought it smart to ask.

"Here, Sasuke. Take this." Shikamaru handed him a pill, forcing him to take it. A few minutes later, the raven was asleep.

"I'm going to wake up soon, right?" Chouji whispered.

"I don't think anyone's waking up from this nightmare."

Tsunade forbade anyone to come to the funeral the next day, not wanting random people to show up and cheer that the Uzumaki child was dead. Not even his friends were allowed to come. Especially not Sasuke. Tsunade held him responsible, and had almost thrown him out of UBC. The only thing that had stopped her was Jiraiya.

The newspapers and news channels had a field day, discussing the irony that someone who was bound to become a murderer had been killed by another murderer. Sasuke broke the television on second when he'd walked in on someone watching the news and heard that. The boy in there had never run away so fast.

Kiba had locked himself in his room and only Shino having scaled the outside wall to check through his window reassured them that he hadn't done anything stupid. (1) Sasuke wasn't allowed to close his door at all unless someone was in the room with him.

Chouji and Shikamaru tended to alternate since Shino had his hands full with Kiba. The other boy was almost as upset as Sasuke, not that anyone could blame him. He and Naruto had been close, and more than once people had teased Kiba of being Naruto's guard dog.

Hinata had come by and she and Shino had sat outside Kiba's door, trying to convince him to come out. Shikamaru and Chouji had it easier with Sasuke since all he did was sit on his bed, staring at Naruto's blood-soaked shirt. It had been thrown to the ground when the paramedics entered, cutting it off quickly to get it out of the way.

When Naruto had been buried in the late afternoon, and the funeral—which only Tsunade and Jiraiya could attend—had passed, Sasuke had gotten dressed and left. Shikamaru had followed him all the way to the front of the graveyard, but hadn't ventured inside. He wanted to leave Sasuke alone for a little while, not even beginning to imagine how hard this was for the raven. His parents had been taken away from him, and now his lover, too.

Sasuke reached the newly covered grave, his eyes stinging as he regarded the large tombstone.

'Naruto Uzumaki
Who received little love
And gave all his heart in return.'

The raven found it appropriate. He'd died saving him, after all. Sasuke bent down in front of the grave, clutching either side of the tombstone and resting his forehead against the cool stone.

"I'm sorry, Naruto." he whispered, his voice shaking as tears fell across his cheeks. "God, I'm so sorry! I wish I could take it back. I wish I'd never told you anything. Fuck, if I'd never met you this wouldn't have happened." Sasuke rubbed his forehead against the tombstone, feeling the rough stone scratching his skin. "Why does he always take everything from me?" he sobbed, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck."

Itachi watched the scene before him with satisfaction, hiding in a tree nearby. This boy seemed important enough that Itachi didn't think he'd even need to bother with Kakashi. Sasuke was a wreck; he'd never seen his brother cry so much before. Granted, he'd run off before he could see how his parents' deaths had affected his younger brother, but this just seemed to be a mixture of the two painful events all rolled into one.

Itachi found himself licking his lips, drinking in the sorrow radiating off his brother as if it were wine. This kind of pain was the best kind of pain. He could've killed Sasuke outright, or even tortured him a little bit physically, but this—no, this was so much better. It was more satisfying.

Itachi wanted his brother to be consumed with hatred; he wanted his brother to be exactly the way he'd been forced to be as a child. He wanted Sasuke to hate him as much as he'd hated their parents. He wanted Sasuke to pay!

Having had enough of Sasuke's pain, the elder Uchiha nimbly jumped off the branch, wearing a long black coat and a hat. He exited the graveyard, walking past the talking police officers easily. He found the police incompetent, and this proved it. Here he was, a murderer, and they didn't even notice him walking away.

Back at Naruto's tombstone, Sasuke remained there, crying, for another ten minutes before finally standing up. He kissed his fingers before brushing them lovingly along the top of Naruto's tombstone.

"I'll see you soon, moron." he whispered before turning and heading back for Shikamaru.

The two returned to campus in silence, and when Sasuke got to his room, Chouji informed him that Tsunade had given him a few weeks of personal leave from school. He would get reimbursed for his uncompleted second semester, and would be allowed to take the final exams if he so wished, but for now, he was to go home.

Sasuke began to pack without a word, filling a suitcase with his clothes and daily necessities. He went to Naruto's half of the room and grabbed two sets of keys off the blond's shelf. Shikamaru and Chouji watched on in silence, not daring to say anything.

"We'll see you later, Sasuke." Shikamaru said as the other boy zipped up his suitcase and picked up his backpack and laptop carrier. "We're around if you need us."

"Bye." Sasuke said. He would give them that much. They were his friends.

He left the room and walked down the corridor with his bag. He got everything down the stairs and then left the building, heading for the parking lot. As he neared the sleek black car, he hit the auto-lock and the car beeped, its lights flashing. He opened the trunk and hauled all of his stuff inside before slamming it shut and getting into the car.

He put the key in the ignition and the second the car started, the small screen popped out, just like all the other times.

"Hello, Naruto. Can I help you today?"

Sasuke sniffed as he backed out of the parking space.

"Display map with quickest route from UBC to Naruto's house."

"Mapping easiest route from University of British Columbia to 1324 Merkley Crescent."

Sasuke glanced at the map, noting the red line. He followed the directions all the way to the highway, easily making his way to Mission. Once there, he went to Naruto's house, arriving an hour and a half later. He was upset he couldn't drive like Naruto, all hell-on-wheels. He would've gotten there faster.

He parked the car on the cobblestone drive and then exited it, opening the trunk and pulling out his backpack. He could get the rest later. He hit the auto-lock as he headed for the door and tried the knob. It was locked. He pulled the second set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, entering the house. He kicked off his shoes as he walked into the entranceway, putting his bag down on the floor.

"Took you long enough."

(1) Yes, those walls are scale-able. I've seen people do it. I was scared they were going to die, but nevertheless, it's possible.

A/N: Please don't hurt me. Sorry this is so short, but the author in me demanded I leave it as a cliffhanger :3