Title- Story of my Life
Chapter 12- Meet the Kamikazes
AN- Thank you Vibribi for bringing this up! Okay y'all, gangbangers is also a term for being in or apart of a gang (ie, gangbangin', gangbanger, exc). It call also be used in the way that means they all fuck up the same person, but I didn't use it in that sense. -heart-
Also, Chimera is Inari, for those of you who are wondering. And thank you for telling me about the double Harpies! (Let's just say one died earlier, and the second one had the name passed down to her or somethin' of the sort)
Thank You, My Reivewers!
Ivy Adrena- Originally I was going to put names of the characters into the gang, but they didn't really have first names. So don't hurt your brain cells. -pats on head- Go take some Advil. You must have some headache...
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Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear- not absence of fear.
-Mark Twain
There was a definite process by which one made people into friends, and it involved talking to them and listening to them for hours at a time.
- Rebecca West
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Sakura and Inari (They had refused their Demon codenames. "I don't anything else to remind me of them," the pink haired woman had told Naruto. He still couldn't realize why someone would want to turn their back on fallen comrades, but he didn't say a word) fit in well in the prison.
"This is a prison?" Inari had gaped, staring at the huge exorcize yard. "You gotta be shittin' me! Don't no FBI or CIA come 'round here?"
Kiba grinned and just slapped him on the back. "We don't know, and no one's complaining! Glad you like the place."
Sakura seemed to fit in extremely well with the female population, as she joined Mesmerizing, Obsidian-haired, Ravishing, Onyx-eyed Sasuke, dedicated to worshiping the Uchiha's Supreme Handsomeness. (Mooning over, Obsessing, Rioting, and Overcrowding Sasuke is what the men said that it stood for. They called it MORON for short.)
Naruto acted the same way around his cellmate as he had before he had found out about his gangmates's deaths. Shikamaru, Neji, and Haku, however, saw that Sasuke was a bit softer towards the hyperactive blonde than he had been before. Of course, around anyone else he seemed the same. But Shikamaru had seen how Sasuke watched Naruto in their cell, when the blonde was laughing at something stupid that Kiba said. Haku had noticed how when the Uchiha insulted the teenager (as he did often), the sharp tone of his voice had lessened, as if the names were now more like terms of endearment. Neji watched how Sasuke's shoulders relaxed more with Naruto around, and how his hands weren't clenched as tight. There were even moments when all three could have sworn they saw the cold-hearted killer crack a tiny smile.
Naruto seemed to disappear more often during the outdoor exercise times. When he did leave, Sasuke made sure to note which direction he had headed in, before waiting about five minutes and also leaving (but much quieter). On many occasions he found the blonde sitting cross legged in front of, on top of, or leaning against the roughly-hewed, wooden Demons memorial(they couldn't get any stone, so the idiot blonde had hacked away something resembling a horizontal memorial block, then Siren carved the names in); before him were multiple marks in the ground, and sticks arranged in strange forms. On one, Sasuke heard him muttering, "...and then, I'll put one right here, to make sure it falls, and then I'll have to connect that with this...no, no, this with that...yeah, this and that, that's it..."
And on multiple occasions he also never gave away the fact that he was watching Naruto. Instead, he silently took out his sketchbook and pencil. It was only during these times, and when Naruto slept, could he safely scrutinize every detail of Naruto's being.
Well, almost every detail.
And then, the dreaded day came, when the Kamikazes arrived at the prison.
The familiar jeers at new prisoners were not to be heard; you could hear every step the gangers took. Naruto seemed to tense up the closer the walking got to his and Sasuke's cell. Sasuke, although watching Naruto out of the corner of his eye, was slightly interested in this group. Only slightly.
First impressions really do last, you know.
The first that walked by was a young man, about 20, with fiery red hair cropped short to his scalp. He wasn't very tall, but he had an opposing, intimidating aura around him. He suddenly stopped infront of their cell, and turned his head to stare at Sasuke. The redhead had the kanji symbol for love tattooed over his left eyebrow, right above piercing green eyes that were outlined deeply with black lines, making them stand out even more. His eyes were purely...cold. Emotionless. The perfect eyes of a murderer. Sasuke just glared back. The redhead, who seemed not to care about Sasuke's glaring at him, slowly moved his gaze to Naruto, who met his eyes evenly. Sasuke watched Naruto carefully.
Not that he cared about the idiot or anything.
But apparently he had nothing to worry about. The look on the blonde's face was a look he had never seen on that innocent face before. Angry, bright sapphire eyes flashed with hate, and his lip raised slightly in a snarl. He continued the stare down with the eyeliner-man until a guard prodded the redheaded Kamikaze. He sharply turned his gaze and continued forward. Next came a girl with four, bushy, sandy-blonde ponytails, then a man with strange face paint and headband. Each looked into the cell and straight into Naruto's eyes, both shivering slightly before moving forward. None but those three looked at Naruto, even though they all clearly knew who he was.
"I'm glad it was them and not Sound," Naruto muttered under his breath after the Kamikazes had passed.
Sasuke made no comment. He felt none was needed.
It was at breakfast the next day when it all started.
Haku, Sakura, Inari, and Naruto all met up with each other at an empty Konoha table. They all looked over at the Kamikazes (both Sand and Sound were gathered together at a table between the two countries), who looked back. One of them, who was apparently one of the leaders, nodded at the four, a smirk on his face. The man was tall and lean, and had long, purplish-black hair. His eyes were purple slits, outlined in maroon, giving him a snake-like appearance.
The Demons looked at Naruto, who grimly nodded. "Let's do this." As if that was the cue, Haku took out a strange mask and placed it over his face. Sakura tied back her hair with a pure white ribbon. Inari tugged a striped beanie over his messy hair. Naruto pulled his dark-tinted goggles over his eyes. Turning, they all walked towards the Kamikazis, their faces showing no emotion.
At the Kamikaze table, the fiery redhead stood up from his leaning position against a column. The man with the painted face and the girl with ponytails got up quickly. The snake man slowly stretched his arms above his head, before murmering something to a silver-haired man wearing glasses standing beside him. The other man smiled coldly and muttered something back. The snake-man let out a strange laugh, then began to walk towards the Demons. The glasses-man and the Sand Kamikazes followed him, the redhead walking the same pace as the snake-man.
They met in the center of the hall; five facing four, the strong versus the swift.
Then began the formalities.
"Siren."
"Orochimaru."
"Faerie."
"Kabuto."
"Gaara."
"..."
"Backstabber."
"Kyuubi."
"Wings."
"Fangirl."
"Clown."
"Shorty."
"Worm-boy."
"Snake-bastard."
"Gaara."
"..."
"Chimera."
"Temari."
"Fox-boy."
"Transvestite."
"Siren."
"Kabuto."
"Kitten-brat."
"Snake-bastard."
"Kankuro."
"Siren."
"Gaara."
"..."
"Temari."
"Siren."
"Orochimaru."
"Fly-girl."
"Kyuubi."
"Temari."
"Nerdman."
"Brat."
"Kankuro."
"Faerie."
"Sandflea."
"..."
Okay, so maybe they weren't formalities. Most of them were insulting names. But it was formalities that everyone greeted one another in a (slightly) proper manner.
"I realize that we all have no choice in where we are," Haku began, his voice cheerful but his face and other emotions hidden behind the mask.
"Even though you got yourselves in here on purpose," Chimera muttered.
Kankuro smirked at the boy whom he had called 'brat'. "And took some riffraff with us on the way in. Killed two birds with one stone."
"Maybe more than two," a Kamikaze from behind them yelled out, among harsh laughter and jeering.
Naruto stayed where he was, not moving, his head held high- but his hands were curled into fists, his nails biting into his skin. His mouth was set stubbornly.
"Silence," the snake man (or Orochimaru) said. He spoke softly, but the Kamikazes had heard, and were immediately quiet. "Continue, Siren."
"I would like to have it agreed that this is a neutral territory," he continued smoothly, as if no one had interrupted him.
"This is agreed by me," Orochimaru answered. "After all, this is not really the proper place for a gang war...is it?" His voice was controlled, but Naruto could hear slight taunting beneath the formal tone, as if he was planning something.
"Then all is at peace for the moment." Haku turned, as they all did.
And then, it all really began.
The next day, the Sand Kamikaze table was dumped with hundreds of pound of kitty litter in the middle of breakfast.
The day after that, Sound Kamikazes found worms in their packed lunches.
The day after that, both Sand and Sound continually were setting off traps, and rubber frogs went flying at them.
The day after that, when the Sound Kamikazes sat down for dinner multiple whoopie cushions went off, as well as some stink bombs for effect.
The day after that, Sound woke up with music symbols scribbled all over their faces in permanent marker.
At this, one particularly angry, marked Sound Kamikaze marched up to Naruto at the exercise yard, grabbed the teen by his collar with one hand, and pulled him up until he was eye to eye with him. "C'mon, brat, spill," he snarled. "How're you doing this?"
Naruto was about to snap back, eyes blazing, when the Sound let go, yelping. Confused, the blonde looked over to see Sasuke twisting his other arm behind his back, holding onto his thumb. "How could he have done it? There's no way he could have gotten out of his cell at night." Sasuke said calmly.
"That brat could do anything! Don't you know who-ow! That hurts!"
"It's supposed to, moron. And I was with him all night. If you've forgotten, he's my cellmate. Next time, get better proof before you accuse." Sasuke gave one final, hard twist, then let go.
The Sound glared at Sasuke, before narrowing his eyes. "You'll be sorry. You're gonna be next, you know. You can't trust that bastard child. He's exactly what his gang used to be- a demon."
Sasuke just watched the man with cold, black eyes. Finally, the Sound inmate turned and stalked angrily back to his group. Then someone punched Sasuke from behind.
The dark-haired man spun around indignantly, only to face a bristling Naruto.
"What the fuck was that for?" Sasuke demanded.
"What the fuck was that for?" The blonde snarled back. "I don't need anyone to help me, 'specially you!"
"What's you're problem? I don't like the Sound any more than you do, idiot!"
At this Naruto froze, his head ducked. "Yeah. You don't like the Sound anymore than I do-" Blue, angry eyes flashed up at Sasuke through long bangs. "But you can't hate them as much as I do."
"Hey, Kid, whatcha doin'? Was that dude botherin' you?" Kiba sauntered over to the two, at first not noticing the tension. Akamaru whimpered, and the wild man scratched his head. "Hey, what's up with you guys?"
"Nothing!" Naruto said brightly, lifting his head and grinning. "And naw, he wasn't. He just wanted to show me the lovely drawings he found on his face! He even let me get a close-up look at them!"
Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes.
He had no idea why the boy had snapped at him, or why he had even protected the brat.
Not that he had felt protective over him, of course.
Because he knew for a fact that Naruto had, indeed, snuck out every night since the Kamikazes had arrived.
He didn't know how, but he noticed that before going to bed Naruto had slipped on a pair of gloves that he had never seen before. He would watch the blonde fall asleep, make sure he was asleep, then go to bed himself. Later, he woke up and saw that the spot where the teen should have been was stuffed with two pillows and a yellow book was lying where his head should have been, in a cheap imitation of blonde hair. He fell asleep again, and in the morning the blonde was were he was before, no gloves, extra pillow, or book in sight.
The Kid was a total mystery to him; from his name to his history to the reason why he so despised the Kamikazes, even before he found out they had killed the Demons.
And Sasuke was determined to find out everything about the boy that he could.
Everything.
But one question continued to pop out atSasuke the entire time, ever since he had refused to give his name.
Why is he hiding it?
