Chapter 2:::  Morning escapes

 Same ratings apply. Well actually I should have put a definite shounen ai warning, since knowing me there is going to be at least something, even if its just one sided. ^.^;

I think everyone knows I don't own Naruto or any of its characters.

Made minor changes to last chap to appease myself, don't bother rereading. ^_^;;

Sensei = teacher

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   The dark haired boy allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, although he seemed to have be having some difficulties staying that way. His legs attempts at mutiny did not escape the watchful eyes of the blond rescuer, who tactfully didn't mention it. Finding himself one step closer to victory, he used the most disarming smile he could and set about introducing himself. "I'm Naruto Uzumaki." As he attempted to causally slip the silent boys arm around his neck, the tactic didn't work quite as well as he planned. For the teen quickly jerked himself loose, and staggered past him. "I told you I don't need any of your DAMN HELP!" He growled, Naruto frowned although his irritation was short lived.

 For the dark haired youth found himself loosing consciousness, as his vision dimmed and he slipped away from reality. Naruto barely managed to catch the kid as he began to collapse. Muttering a few curses of his own as he pawed off his gloves, in order to better check for head wounds. Finding nothing serious, he shifted the unconscious body into a more comfortable position. A slight sigh of relief passed his wind chapped lips, "Well I suppose this ends the argument for now." Bundling the boy's limp and half frozen body into his arms he began to continue his trek home.

  After what seemed like hours of struggle Naruto had managed to climb the 5 flights of stairs he had to ascend to reach his apartment. Normally it wasn't a problem, but while his unexpected guest wasn't very heavy, he was on the other hand rather awkward to carry. Although he had been somewhat alarmed by just how light the other man was, he didn't seem to weigh nearly enough. But he could worry about that later, right now he was more concerned with getting his guest tucked away for the night. With a bit of effort he managed to get the covers of his bed pulled back, and was able to finally unload the boy. He left the others clothes alone, but he did work cold feet out of the worn out sneakers that adorned them. Once he had pilled on extra quilts, he finally felt content to step back and gloat over the bitter sweet victory. Grabbing what he needed for the night, Naruto made himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. Staring at the ceiling tiredly, his mind was heavy with unanswered questions.

  He couldn't help but feel sympathetic for the pity case he had dragged in, he himself had grown up on the streets. Without a family and never knowing the identity of his parents, living had been a none stop struggle to survive. Only to end up in foster care and having spent years being moved from home to home. But he had finally managed to get his life in order, he had graduated high school and was able to hold down a steady job. He now lived alone in a modest two bedroom apartment, his former roommate Shikamaru had moved out to months ago. And was currently living with his girlfriend Ino, Naruto hadn't bothered to find a new one yet. He had wanted to experience what is was like to live on his own again, it was ok. But it tended to remind him how very much alone he was sometimes. He couldn't complain too much because he did have a nice group of friends, but it just wasn't the same as having a real family.

No one could say he wasn't a hard worker, he was enrolled in community college as a part time student. Which involved attending classes 3 times a week, but on top of that he helped teach martial arts at a near by dojo. He enjoyed working with the children, their cries of "Naruto-sensei" never failed to make him smile. Of course the modest pay wasn't enough to cover his living expenses, especially now that he was living on his own. So he had taken a job as a night security guard, it was long tiring hours but it paid pretty well. Life wasn't easy, but it wasn't bad either. Yawning he could feel sleep steal upon him, and it wasn't long until the blond crusader was asleep.

 Dawn crept up slowly, taking its time before its peach colored light turned into its full early morning glory. The muffled sounds of one young man could be heard, as he struggled to free him self from the heavy weight of the many blankets he had been buried under. Finally succeeding in freeing himself, he rolled over and rather groggily checked the small clock beside his head. It was 7 am and he had one hell of a headache….Wait come to think of it when was the last time he had slept in a real bed, much less had a blanket? Once that revelation set in the beds occupant bolted up right, staring about his surroundings in complete bewilderment.

 "What the fuck?????" He found himself settled in a medium sized bed, that had been set against the small bedrooms far wall. A few articles of clothing were scattered across the hardwood floor, and all sorts of posters and photo's cluttered the four light blue walls. The only furniture being a rather beat up bed stand and the bed he was perched on. Carefully slipping out of his nest of blankets he searched around for his shoes, which his savior or in his opinion captor had tucked under the bed. Once they were tied he attempted to open the bedroom door as quietly as possible.

Feeling a tad juvenal he peered into what appeared to be the living room, which appeared be in a similar state of "lived in" disorganization. He was dismayed to find the strange guy from last night was stretched out on the sofa, no more then 2 feet away from him. He'd have to sneak past him if he had any hope at reaching the door, that was horribly placed all the way across the room. With great anxiety he took a few minutes to carefully observe the even rise and fall of the other mans chest. Before carefully trending his way across the floor, avoiding the various clothes that had been left laying around. He had almost gotten past the cursed sofa, when he was startled when its occupant sifted in their sleep. With a yelp he managed to trip of a pair of boots, winding up in a rather undignified heap on the floor. He twitched as he heard the rather groggy question, "Trying to escape already?".

~~~To be continued. (HA!)

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Murgh I wrote this all in a night, I promise it wont be so dry the next chapter round. I'm attempting to incorporate setting details but trying to avoid over doing it. Any opinions?

I wanted to take a moment to one, thank everyone who reviewed! Your support definitely makes me want to work. I also wanted to dedicate this to xxSilverWingsxx who inspired me to try writing fics again, rather then just the doujinshi I had been working on. Its good to be loved, so I thank her big time!

                      Oh and yes, Naruto does for once get to play the dominant roll. ^___^