Title: The Toxin Lies In Your Own Hands

Authoress: BeuitifulDisgrace246

Summary: "Can't you feel my warmth seeping into your numb soul?" Naruto thought solemnly, wishing that he could squeeze his way into his comrade's heart because he knew. He knew if he could just reserve ONE little spot…it would suffice. AU SasuNaru Yaoi (And yes this is a different summary from the one I posted. This is the one I like better…but it wouldn't fit!)

Authors Note: Wow I'm back again…and…KICKIN! Better watch out…my kicks hurt! Heh heh. So anyways…I hope you all like the prologue…cause I'm hoping that this first chapter is even BETTER! I haven't written out the next chapter yet…but I'm definitely not out of any so-called "fresh ideas" So…hopefully I will have this updated again VERY INCREDIBLY SUPER FAST! LIKE…THE FLASH! Well…that's what I HOPE anyways…and I have a little SasuNaru one shot that I just found in my notebook that I shall dedicate to all my reviewers! (Which you all SHOULD like SasuNaru if you are reading THIS, which is a SasuNaru…) I really hope you enjoy the one shot guys! And its just fluffy…NOTHING naughty like my other two one shots. (Sorry if any of you are disappointed heh heh) Well…enough rambling like I ALWAYS seem to do…I shall get straight to the point and start the first official chapter of The Toxin Lies In Your Hands! Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer:sigh: I should probably put this here even though I HATE saying/thinking it…I DON'T OWN NARUTO. Now please leave me alone…:cries:

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The Toxin Lies In Your Own Hands

Created By: BeuitifulDisgrace246

Chapter One: Scrapped Emotions

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I am one of the "lucky" Supremes. I have received and cherished a bright smile and bubbly personality from none other than my parents. What makes me truly smile however is my knowledge as of today on this group I had no part in signing up willingly for: the fabled Supremes.

Although my parents knew for a fact that our country, Japan, was at a severe disadvantage without another supreme, they still risked that all. Just for me. How could someone that shares my status not be overjoyed with that kind of knowledge? That their parents cared enough that they would risk EVERYTHING just for them.

I would be nothing of what I have developed into today without the kindness of my parents. Seeing our only current supreme, Yuki Kurada, makes me shiver with thoughts of "what could have been"

If my innocent infant body had been carelessly given away to the military, what would I be today?

I still wonder what It's like to be a FAMED supreme though…one of the Supremes that is sent a prayer by their entire homeland. Sweet prayers of safety and well-being. Being a supreme is GIGANTIC news to every single citizen in every single country because of the rarity and the shining light they seem to radiate…

"It will be okay in the end." They seem to just bask in those words…sending you with them…

Such simple people seem to sway at the tiniest inkling of power…sway so much that their guards are released when a supreme happens to pass by them, dropping to their knees, believing they are the holiest spirits of all.

Of course, some days I long for that kind of appreciation…but all I have to do is look at Yuki Kurada to deter any of those thoughts from rising again.

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Is it possible to love something you are supposed to hate? A heavy downpour of rain has made its appearance among the lands. Rain that I love so dearly yet written in my DNA for me to purely detest.

Just as every human has varying weaknesses, Supremes carry at least ONE in common. The rain. Technically, rain is water, which Supremes can tolerate just as well as any common human being. But…something…unexplainable in the rain is not made out of water. And this unknown substance is the surest weakness all Supremes share.

This secret is CERTAINLY not a widely known fact, for I had to frolic in the rain to become aware of this weakness. All of my otherworldly powers become expunged in my wet kingdom of rain.

I love the thing I was destined at birth to hate.

When I lightly think about it, I can't understand why I love rain so much. But thinking harder, I can kind of grasp what my mind tries to hide. Because when I think deeper…I clearly know…

That the reason I love the rain is because when I am surrounded in its sweet, sweet cocoon, it's the only time I feel like I belong with everyone else.

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Although sheltered Supremes end up better in the long run, I sometimes wonder if it's really so bad to be a military controlled supreme. Yes, many thoughts about supreme related issues have been flourishing in my mind lately.

With all my continuous thinking, I have silently come up with my most cryptic thought: Is it really so wonderful to be a sheltered supreme? Even though others can accept them easily, they will always know they are different deep down.

And I have learned…your own thoughts on things always seem to outweigh others.

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Only boys are allowed to join the army. (With the exception of girl Supremes) Being a boy, I knew I would be sent off to the army sooner of later when finally reaching the ripe age of sixteen. But what I was NEVER expecting was my rightful place in the army being ignored…and that honor suddenly attaching itself to my father.

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My father…what can I say about my dear father? Bold cerulean eyes and a stiff jaw adorn his face, locks of shimmering golden hair itching to poke his eyes. Somehow before I was born my mother knew I would inherit my father's traits. And I most certainly did.

A chiseled out chest after years of training and buff arm muscles are also things you would notice about my father.

But the thing that hurts the most, and the thing that is hidden as much as it is painful is… his right leg.

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Of course, as all boys grow up they hit the not so tender yet not so bold age of sixteen. When this age comes, a man must immediately relinquish any kind of visible fears. For sixteen is the age of new beginnings, new promises, and a slowly forgotten family.

It would seem that my father was completely ready for the army when he was first recruited at this same exact age. He had called himself "invincible" quite a few times, but he soon discovered that just because you haven't been hit yet doesn't mean that you still can't get hit.

When the explosion first imploded, he was in pure shock. And when his leg started to wobble and he fell to the ground…he became more shocked. But when the blood finally coursed freely through his fingers, he finally understood.

Most of the skin from his leg had been blown off in the explosion.

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Steady, steady the doctors told him as they tried to comfort my dad out of his stupor of disbelief. But when you can feel what others are telling you is there…don't you slowly begin to believe?

Slowly, slowly the doctors said. Slowly he will regain some of the missing skin tissue of his treasured limb.

Lucky, lucky the doctors said. He was lucky the explosion didn't take his whole leg.

Eventually, my dad was sent home. But no matter which way he looked at it, there was definitely something that he had left behind.

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A man who has trouble walking will always have at least one good friend. A cane. What a better tool to create some type or normalcy within such an irregular life? Yes, a man I know very well uses one of these tools for his own personal use. Because most people with canes have to be somewhat unlucky to possess their disability.

They all have an unlucky predicament that they came in contact with…which paved the way for such a troublesome item.

This man I know and love has faced his own unlucky problems in the past. After losing almost all the skin on his right leg, he had high hopes from the doctor's evaluation of: "It should almost completely heal, leaving you with no discomfort at all."

But as of only a year after the incident, the skin just STOPPED growing back COMPLTELY. And it never did grow back completely. I know this…because the man I know by the name of dad still can't walk around well or run at ALL.

Reason being…the huge hole that still remains unfilled in his right leg.

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My dear dad must not suffer through another war. I have watched on the sidelines as he struggles with everyday life on a daily basis. For this reason…the SECOND my father received that letter, I had already decided for myself. I was going to war for my father.

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Even if I had to come face to face with my scrapped emotions…

I would not give up.

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A/N: All right…well… after proofreading this chapter…my mind only thinks of one word: filler. Which isn't a good word for me. So…I'm sorry to say it…but this chapter must be labeled as a "starting everything out" chapter. I still had more things to explain…and I guess my mind just said: "EXPLANING AHOY!" and here we are with a totally boring first chapter…:sigh: Well…what do you all think so far? I will be updating soon and getting some romance/drama in here! Sorry about the uneventful ness of this chapter…but…I had to explain some things SOMEWHERE…Please tell me what you think of the idea…should I scrap it? (Well…right now I will update anyways because of my wonderful reviewer happychica! Hope you liked your response:smiles: ) Please do tell me what you think though…I wouldn't mind some more input…no…actually I would…ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT! XD So please put your brilliant minds to work and type me up a little review? TNT Till Next Time!