Authors' Note: Here you go, the next chapter is up:)

I know that the story might be wrong, but wait until the end before you yell at me for writing wrong! AND this story has nothing to do with reincarnation, even if it sounds like that sometimes. Once again, it'll solve itself in the end. And I know the slug has nothing do to with the real story, but I couldn't resist putting him in. I like him, ok! Is that a crime:p Also, these characters are pretty OOC, especially Sasuke.

Anyways, I want to thank all my reviewers. And of course, my loyal friend LazyIAm. I love your Kakashi/Iruka picture! ;p

Warnings to everyone who hasn't understood this by now: This contains violence, bad language and yaoi (boyxboy)

Disclaimer: Believe it or not, I still don't own Naruto. Horrible, isn't it?

"talking"

'thoughts'

ninetails voice and song lyrics

And now, on to the story!

When Sasuke came in for the next class, Naruto was already sitting there, seemingly happy. He was yelling something about becoming the best and jumping around like mad. But since everyone just ignored him, he quieted down and went back to his chair, still smiling.

Sasuke just shook his head in disbelief.

'The boy had just had some strange illness, so serious that he almost couldn't walk, and now, not half an hour later, he's jumping around, smiling and looking just like nothing has happened!' He thought, throwing wondering stares at the blonde.

Through the rest of the classes, Naruto did his best to remain the carefree person he wanted to be.

But to Sasuke it looked like the boy was crying on the inside. Yes, his smile was broad, but his eyes showed only sadness and a misery very unlike his own.

When Naruto threw a wondering glance in Sasukes' way, he understood, he had been staring at the blonde for a long time. He looked away and gave himself a mental slap.

'Stop looking at him, it's not like he's the most interesting person around here! Oh well, he is, but you must focus on the teacher!'

When the bell finally rang, Sasuke ran out of the classroom like everyone else, happy to know that the day was over. For once, he felt just like he was a part of something, even if it was only joy over a finished day at school.

Behind the raging crowd of students, a boy slowly lifted his head from his school bench.

He knew why everyone was so anxious to get home, besides the fact that it was Friday and that they had two days free from schoolwork.

The Grand Fire Festival would begin in only five hours, and they all wanted to get home and change into their favourite outfits to look good at the dance.

He snarled at that thought. Thinking about outfits for the Festival wasn't something he thought about.

He never attended it anyway.

Naruto got up from his chair and walked out of the classroom. The corridor was almost empty; everyone was already on their way home.

Since it was The Fire Festival every class was allowed to quit early and therefore the entire school was empty, save for the blonde.

He wasn't so eager in getting outside, since he knew that on this day there would be a bunch of people trying to hit him with stuff.

Maybe it was some strange sport he never knew of, hitting the orphan boy with as many hard objects as possible on the Festival day.

And he didn't want to go home. The little apartment felt so cold on this day, like all the warmth was stolen.

A sigh came out of his throat. Well, he could at least go to his hideout.

He would be undisturbed there, free to celebrate this day in his own way.

Deciding this, the boy walked out of his school and into the town, carefully avoiding the people there.

This time though, they didn't seem to notice him. They were so busy with the preparations that he got almost out of town before the first object hit him.

Without looking at the person who threw it, he started running into the woods. The trees seemed to welcome him into the green. And when he noticed that no one was following, he relaxed and just walked.

Then green leafs was turning red now, it was after all October.

But the wind was warmer than it was supposed to be, almost like it was summer and not fall.

Not that it concerned him though; he was just content with walking there, free from his bullies and all the troubles he had to face.

Far away from the forest, another boy felt extremely unhappy at the moment.

He was lying in his bed, staring at his black ceiling, wondering what he should do. Out from his speakers came slow tunes, playing a sad melody:

-The world seems not the same,

Though I know nothing has changed

It's all my state of mind

I don't leave it all behind

Have to stand up to be stronger

Have to try to break free

From the thoughts in my mind

Use the time that I have

I can say goodbye

Have to make it right

Have to fight, cause I know

In the end it's worthwhile

That the pain that I feel slowly fades away

It will be alright

I know, should realise

Time is precious, it is worthwhile

Have to trust it'll be alright

Have to stand up to be stronger

Oh this night is too long

Have no strength to go on

No more pain, I'm floating away

Through the mist I see the face

Of an angel, who calls my name

I remember you're the reason I have to stay…-

He slowly got up as the last of the song faded away. The CD-player stopped, creating a stunning silence.

The boy looked at himself in the mirror.

He saw black eyes staring back at him, black spiky hair falling over a pale forehead. A pale hand with long slender fingers, holding a wrinkled paper; his so-called homework.

He wore his favourite clothes, a black high-necked sweater under a black fish-net vest and black jeans. He wouldn't call himself goth, perhaps only a bit gothic.

No smile was sighted on his pale face; it had been many years since he last smiled. And he didn't exactly have anything to smile for, especially not today.

A memory suddenly crossed his mind, an image of himself as a little child, running towards a black haired woman, who laughed and lifted him high in the air.

Abruptly he moved away from the mirror, almost unable to keep himself from crying. He missed them so fucking much, and even more on this day.

He didn't care that this village called this day the "Grand Fire festival" and celebrated it. For him this would always be a day of sorrow. Tenth of October, the day when his parents had died, leaving him alone.

Suddenly the silence was too much. He ran out of his room, grabbed his black coat and got out through the front door. After locking it and putting on his coat, he began to walk.

He had no idea where to go; he just let his feet lead him.

Naruto stared in stunning silence at his hideout, a tiny little tree house in a high chestnut tree, with a great view over the village. Well, at least that's what it used to be.

Now all that was left was a tree stump and some ashes.

He fell to his knees, trying hard not to cry.

'Don't cry, be strong.' He told himself.

And with great effort he got up and walked away.

He had another place he could go to, a place even they couldn't destroy.

Darkness fell over the city, shadowing the houses, turning the streets to black.

The people had gathered on the meadow, opening up small booths and preparing the dance area.

Excitement flooded everywhere, leaving them all with smiles and hopes for the coming evening. Soon they lit the torches and the lanterns, giving the area a mystical gleam.

From above, a boy watched the crowd laugh and enjoy the festival. He was really sad, but didn't allow himself to cry. Instead, he folded his arms around his knees and rested his chin against them. Closing his eyes, he tried hard to think of something, anything that made him happy.

Not finding anything, he continued watching the festival. As the first fireworks exploded on the sky, he hugged himself tightly, forcing away the pain.

"Happy birthday Naruto!" he said to himself.

Sasuke stumbled around in the forest. It had gotten dark rather quickly, and he was a bit afraid of getting lost in the forest in the middle of the night.

He didn't know how long he'd been walking; he only knew it'd been for hours. In the distance he could hear the festival sounds, laughter and music. He wouldn't go that way; he couldn't bear their joy, at least not now.

So he walked in another direction, hoping it would lead him to the town.

But since he wasn't used to the surroundings, he soon found himself walking in a circle.

'Ok' he thought' I'm now officially lost. I need to find like a mountain or at least a hill so I can see where I am!'

Luckily it wasn't too dark; he could almost make out the shape of something large towering a little bit away.

'Hah, maybe I'm not as lost as I thought!'

He walked towards it, and soon found out that the ground started to descend upwards. A ghost of a smile flew across his lips, only to disappear equally fast.

Naruto slowly got up on his feet. He'd been sitting there for hours, and his legs were pretty numb by now.

He looked down on the festival, watching the villagers sing and dance.

'I will never be a part of that' he thought, feeling depressed. 'No one down there care about me, they don't even care if I'm dead or alive. Heck, they would even be happy if I died! Maybe I should die. Maybe I should just jump down there. Then everything will be good…'

His feet took him to the edge of the cliff. For a while he just stood there, staring out over the land and breathing in the cool night air. A tear leaked out of his eye, but he didn't wipe it off.

'I think I'll miss this.'

The top of the hill was very close now. He could almost see it.

Sasuke panted slightly; the climbing was harder than he'd expected.

But he was almost there now. And so, the world opened up in front of him. He almost let out a gasp at the sight. The view was marvellous, he could almost see to the next town.

A small sound, almost like a sob, made him flinch and notice that he wasn't alone up there.

Far out on the cliff edge stood a short person. He couldn't quite figure out who it was because of the darkness, but he figured it was a boy, since no girl had that broad shoulders. At least none he knew of.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked.

The boy didn't answer.

"Hello?"

"Lemme alone!"

His voice was coarse, but Sasuke still recognized it as Narutos'.

"Naruto? What are you doing up here?"

The blonde didn't answer; he just stared longingly down the cliff.

'Damned Sasuke, why did he have to come and interrupt me?'

"Yo Naruto, I just wondered…"

"What?"

"Well, if you could, like, help me get out of the forest." Sasukes voice sounded a little embarrassed; he was probably not used to have to ask for help.

Naruto snarled displeased, but turned away from the cliff. He began to walk down the cliff, the same way Sasuke just got up. The raven haired boy followed quickly, afraid of getting lost once again. Soon they were back in the forest, among the dark trees. Sasuke walked close after Naruto, who seemed to know this forest as well as his own home.

After about ten minutes Sasuke glimpsed a light between the bushes. And in no time they were out of the forest, and out on the streets of Konoha.

Sasuke was just about to thank the blonde, when he noticed something strange on his cheeks.

'Is that… Tears?'

"Naruto? Were you crying?"

"No!" The boy yelled furiously. He put his hands behind his head and let out a laugh that didn't sound very convincing.

"I was just… Never mind, I'm going home now." Naruto said, turning away from the boy and walking as fast as he could without running.

Sasuke shrugged and walked in the other direction.

That boy was really strange.

He had almost walked halfway home, when a scream reached his ears. He turned around, only to hear another scream, louder this time. A red light flashed somewhere behind a couple of houses.

'What was that red light!' he thought, starting to run towards it.

Turning around a corner, he found himself in a dead end. Crouching in front of him was Naruto, holding a hand against his shoulder.

And on the ground in front of him lay a limp body, next to a narrow metal pipe, a dark colour on one side.

"Naruto! What happened!"

The blonde turned slowly around. Sasuke stared at him, sensing something close to fear. Narutos' eyes were gleaming with red.

They were filled with a bloodlust he'd never seen in another humans' eye. And suddenly, it disappeared. Sasuke caught him as he fell forward. Something warm and wet smeared off on his hands.

"Sa-sasuke…" Naruto whined, sounding like he was in a terrible pain.

Sasuke tried to make him stand up, but to no avail. Naruto fell to the floor, once again clutching his shoulder.

'What happened here?' he thought scared.

Narutos' POV

I hope they haven't done anything to my home; in that case I have nowhere to go.

Damned Sasuke, why did he interrupt me?

The streets are really dark, hope I don't get lost!

I laugh at myself. Get lost here? Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen?

Behind you

Fuck, not that voice again!

Wait, what did it say?

I hear a strange sound behind me, sounding almost like steps.

I turn around, finding someone standing right behind me.

"S-sir?"

The man is quiet; he only raises his hand and thrusts himself towards me.

Something pierces my shoulder, and I scream in pain.

Aaaaaaaaaaah!

What did he do!

I stumble backwards, trying desperately to find an escape.

Shit! A dead end!

I press myself against the cold stonewall as the man approach me, anger gleaming in his eyes.

He raises his hand and stabs me in the belly. The pain is unbelievable, unthinkable. I scream out the pain, no longer wanting to die.

"Die, demon…" He whispers.

Demon?

Once again he raises his hand.

I feel something move within me, I'm really scared.

I'm gonna die now, unloved and unwanted.

No!

I don't want to!

Suddenly my fear is gone, replaced by anger.

Finally! Ready to embrace me now, huh kid?

A red light flash in front of my eyes, everything is covered with it.

I'm not scared of that man anymore, because I can only feel anger. Everything is red, red anger coming from deep inside of me. That man will suffer, he hurt me!

I grab the first weapon I can find, which is something metallic and narrow, a broken piece of a pipe. The mans' hand is moving down towards me, his weapon gleaming silvery.

Hah! He missed!

I smile, experiencing a feeling I've never felt before. It makes me want to see that man dead; see his blood on my hands, taste his last breath in the air.

The pipe seems to move on its own, without the aid of my hands.

I watch as it with a smashing sound strike down onto the mans' head.

He's falling to the ground, hitting it hard. I smile in triumph, sensing the sweet smell of his death. A whine escapes from my lips, as the smell slowly decreases and thins out in the cold night air.

No!

I want to smell more of that delicious scent.

Wait, w-what did I just think?

Owww!

I-I'm bleeding.

Hahaha kid, you sure are one of my most rewarding hosts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to taste death once again.

What was that? Anger blinds me again, this time because of the voice in my mind. The pain disappears, replaced by red fury.

I want it out of there!

A voice makes me flinch, forcing me to turn around.

"Naruto! What happened!"

I stare angrily at the person in front of me. But then I recognise him.

Suddenly all anger is gone, leaving me only with a screaming pain in my shoulder and stomach.

My legs gave way under me.

I'm falling, falling helplessly into darkness.

"Sa-sasuke…" I whine, before all goes black.

Third Persons' POV

Sasuke slowly turned Naruto around.

Something black and messy darkened on his shoulder and his belly. The raven haired boy dried the sweat out of his forehead, not noticing the black trail his hand left.

He didn't bother with going over to the man.

He was obviously dead, a large hole in his head confirming this.

Instead he lifted Naruto from the ground, slowly walking out into the lighten street.

The boy whined in his arms, making him feel oddly protective towards the blonde. He moved his arm a little, since the boy was heavier than he looked. Stopping right under a streetlamp, he examined Narutos' shoulder.

A gasp came unwillingly out of his mouth as he carefully moved the blondes' orange jacket.

The shoulder was covered in dark red blood. Beneath it was a deep wound, looking very much like a knife wound.

Sasuke swallowed. He began to walk in the direction of the hospital, ignoring the fact that his arms were going numb from holding the boy so tightly.

The hospital building was light and welcoming.

A nurse, who stood outside came running to help Sasuke.

"What happened and what's his name?" She asked calmly, holding Narutos' arm and counting the pulse beats.

"I-I don't know what happened, but his name is Naruto, Uzu something."

She stopped dead and looked closer at the boy.

"Uzumaki Naruto?" She asked.

"Yes, that's his name."

The nurse quickly moved away from the boys.

"You can take him away, he's not welcome here." She said coldly.

"What! Why?"

"We don't help people like him here." She said, starting to walk back into the hospital.

"But if you don't help him, he might die!" Sasuke yelled furiously.

"Well, it's better that way." And with these words she entered the hospital, leaving the boys behind.

Sasuke was angry.

He looked down on the limp body in his arms.

'If they don't help you, then I will!' he thought.

Turning his back to the hospital, he began the walk to his home, carrying Naruto in his arms.

I know the end was silly, but I suffered from a minor writers' block.

Please review, so I can start with chapter four...

Oh, the song is by the way "Pale" by Within Temptation. One of my favourites! ;p