Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. But I own lots of music. That makes me happy...

Warnings: Flashbacks of male-male rape. Shoujo-ai fluff and Sakura-bashing. ;P

A/N: I'd like to say "Heh-heh." to lunabasketcase, and point out I only make Naruto suffer because, well, I love him. It's just...he's so...tragic. People who think that Sasuke was molested by Itachi are wrong, but Naruto is an enigma. Plus, I vent out my emotions...bad me. Taking it out on poor Naruto-kun! But, he's so...perfect for hidden angst.

'The hardest thing in life is to watch one you love suffer, and not know what caused it'
Lolita Yung

"Rape: A crime where sex is the weapon. Rape is when one forces him or herself on another."

A single voice rose sadly from the group of jounins that were the famous Rookie Nine (excluding Sasuke and Naruto) and Team Gai. The legends were crowding around the hospital waiting room.

It was eerie. The ninjas were more then used to being in hospitals. Sakura and Hinata even worked in one when they didn't have missions.

The life of a ninja means you have a reserved room in a hospital.

Everyone nodded grimly at Shikamaru's statement. They were almost positive that the cheerful blonde had been raped.

The thing that disturbed them the most, was the blonde was an ANBU captain. He wasn't a pushover and it wasn't as if someone could really rape him unless they were Kage level.
Or, he could have been raped when he was younger. That disturbed them. Even as a kid, Naruto was good natured. Who...who could do that to the future Rokudaime!

Who could do that to a kid...? A child!

No. Who could do that to Naruto!

It seemed that every second a nurse would come by, the group would tense up, hoping that it was and wasn't, news about Naruto.

Irony always got them. Everyone thought that nothing could defeat Naruto. It had always seemed that way. Not a demon, not a traitor, not enemy nins.

What got Naruto was his memories. Funny, they always thought that would save him. His memories of his precious people.

HerLipsareLikeGlass

"WHO THE HELL DID THIS? I'M GOING TO KILL THE BASTARD!" A very upset and very drunk Tsunade stared venomously at the report of Naruto's condition. Thanks to the Kyuubi in him, he was physically fine.

It seemed the demon had been repressing his hosts' memories in an effort to save his sanity. And Sakura (the little forehead... 'witch) had brought out memories by the passionate kiss.

Sometimes...

Grr-ness. Tsunade was half in shock, half in denial. Her 'son' had been hurt. She hadn't been there. That in itself made her drink.

But, if the memories alone caused Naruto to be hospitilized...

Shizune knocked at her door. Her guest was here.

"Iruka-sensei is here Tsunade-sama..." Shizune's eye red and puffy blinked slowly as the teacher rushed in, faster then Rock Lee.

"Where is Naruto! Is he ok? What happened? Where? When? Is he going to be ok? Should I go to the hospital!" Iruka's mouth was moving very fastly. Almost too fast to be seen.
Tsunade couldn't help but relate to the Chuunin teacher. Hell, she had been saying the things he said...

Well, with more cursing and sake...but regardless. Tsunade was like his mother, Iruka was his very, very, very overprotective older brother.

Tsunade knew that if Naruto ever gave a name, there would be a multitude of people out for blood. And you know what? Tsunade wouldn't care, hell, she'd be the one who spooned his eyes out with a spork.

Now, imagine that. It made Tsunade very happy.

While Tsunade was picturing her sadistic revenge, first trying it out on Jiriaya...that would be fun...oh, wait. No fun. This was way, more important.

"Well. He isn't ok. Some...memories have popped up and I'm afraid that..." Tsunade gulped.

How could you tell someone that one of their 'family' had been raped?

Tsunade took a breathe. "At the party Ino was hosting, the pink haired dropout of mine decided to get Sasuke jealous by kissing Naruto. Hard."

Iruka winced. Poor Naruto. He would have to clean his mouth out for a month.

"It seemed Naruto went in a shock. Eventually, Sakura got pissed that he wasn't fawning over her." Tsunade gritted her teeth. Pink hair, and ugly sea-foam eyes. Such a looker!

"Well, when Sakura used the Suzu no Jutsu she had created to get Sasuke's attention, Naruto's mutterings...were disturbing. He kept on repeating 'No, no no' over again."
Iruka paled. He was the one who taught young ninjas about rape crimes yearly. Hell, he taught about the basics of killing and torture to bright eyed eight year olds. He knew what had occured to his brother...(and was starting to wonder about his job description...)

Iruka fainted.

Shit...

HerLipsareLikeGlass

Uchiha Sasuke looked over his reading glasses (that he really didn't need...but, hey. He was given them for free, why not use them?) at his book, 'The Child of Moor'. What could anyone want...?

The only people who knew his address were Naruto, Sakura and Kakashi (besides the ANBU guards and such) for team purposes.

Sasuke looked at the clock. 2am...

The so-called genius (He was a better then average ninja, but, being the last one doesn't make you perfect peoples!) walked to his door.

Who would be insane enough to come here? At 2am. When Sasuke was alive and more then willing to kill someone...

Sasuke opened the door, wondering if he should call medic nins to take the no doubt insane person/thing/blob away...

Yep. It's Sakura. Call in the sedatives.

...Fast.

Sasuke braced himself for an embrace and squeals of "OMIGOSH WE'RE GOING TO BE ON A MISSION TOGETHER! IT'S FATE SASUKE-KUN!"

Wait, no embrace? Hells yes! Woot, ding dong the bitch musta died!

Without letting on that Sasuke was thinking all these horrid things about poor, sweet Sakura-chan cough cough, he grunted a welcome.

"Sasuke-kun! Your gonna be soo happy. The dead last is in a coma! Now we can be-"
It's at this time, that I'd like to remind my dear readers that despite all their play-acting, Naruto is the one closest to Sasuke. The fact that Sakura, a fangirl had yet to realize this, made Sasuke mad.

And his B.F.F.L. in the hospital wasn't that good. READ A.N.

Ok, perhaps 'Best Friend For Life' wasn't the best way to describe Naruto, as he was Sasuke's only friend, but hey. You take what you get.

"Sakura..." Sasuke was mad. Now...what would hurt her the most...? "I mean, Haruno-san."
Ah-hah! Cold and impolite? Made Sakura feel like shit.

"Why would the dobe being in the hospital, good?"

"Cause we'll be together!"

"I don't want that from you."

Sakura teared up. Had she been mistaking her beloved's signs...or was this good?

"OH! I get it, you wanna be together."

"No. Now, why is dead last in the hospital. In a coma. And why do I have to ask you?"

Sakura brightened. Four sentences? Wow, now Sakura KNEW he loved her. Now, as Sakura wondered about the ring size she'd need, she brightly spoke to Sasuke.

"Oh! Well, it turned out that he was raped and stuff. But... I mean. It's Naruto."

Sasuke never punched a girl that hard, in the past or in the future.

HerLipsareLikeGlass

Perhaps when someone tells you to run, you should run. Farther and faster then they want you to.

This was the lesson nine year old Uzumaki Naruto learned on his Christmas.

It was snowing. The feathery type that dusted the grounds.

It was in the early afternoon. It was sunny out, the brisk cold making people's cheeks flush as they laughed happily at their luck.

It was a perfect day.

All but for Uzumaki Naruto.

But when did he have a perfect day? Every day he doubted his sanity. A voice talked to him.

That wasn't normal, was it?

No one was anywhere near his apartment. It was mostly a home for young people who just moved out of home. Cheap with all that was needed, nothing more.

Naruto didn't know what was going on today. What did 'Christmas' mean? Why were everyone so happy? He got presents delivered to him by Jiji (Sarutobi, the Sandaime) and Iruka-sensei and the agency that collected donations for orphans.

From Jiji-san he had gotten a bunch of ramen certificates for that brand-new restaraunt, Ichiraku. It was decent food, but nothing that good. Though the amount that Jiji sent would let him eat for a while. Besides, the people didn't give him food that made his tummy hurt.

Iruka-sensei had sent him kunai and shuriken and scrolls. Naruto rolled his eyes at the scrolls. Feh. He was already ok at his work. Top 10, he was the seventh in the class, but he didn't have anyone to work with him at all!

The agency had sent him a stuffed fox with mean eyes. It didn't look cuddly, but the man who had given it to him had smirked (or smiled from young Naruto's point) and said that he'd like ti very much. After all, it suited him, didn't it?

The door bell rang

The Naruto we all loved last remembered opening up the door.

The part that really happened...

HerLipsareLikeGlass

"Hello! Merry..." Naruto trailed off. What was that smell?

"Me-Merry! You bitch, you demon scum!" The largest man slew out words ruthlessly. The other man with him nodded and spat on Naruto's face.

"Waah!"

"Brat. You-hiccup-don't deserve to live. You...should be dead-last! Your beating my kid in class!" The man backhanded the so-called scum.

The man who had spat on him, turned to the young cowering blonde. In his eyes was what looked like Naruto, hunger.

"Uwaah! Don't eat me misters, I'm sorry!" The tears leaked out of him. Wh-why was this happening to him? Why did everyone hate him?

It wasn't until blood covered his entire body, did the men rape him. He felt like he was burning, his screams that no one heard because they were too loud and too filled with grief.
After all, it's when we need it the most are we ignored. Things like that happen a lot.

No one noticed the two men walk out laughing drunkenly, blood not their own.

People cried at their funerals, when Konoha was attacked.

People didn't notice the bright boy slowly burn with a fake light, making people think he wanted attention, therefore giving him none.

After all, the term 'dead last' stuck, even when the fox demon inside him sealed away the memories.

People wonder why they never saw the true Naruto. It was because at age nine, on Christmas Day, he was sealed away, deep in his mind. No one knew, suspected.

No one cared.

A/N I am, really, really mean to Sakura. I don't care. I really, really don't care. I know it's immature to hate a character, but she really reminds me of someone. Also, please realize there is no plot as of yet. I'm making this up as I go. Thus, it sucks. Well, I'm off to email this to the wonderful lunabasketcase as she can upload it for me. I...can't. Well, as usual, thanks Lolita and Gene, and to all my darling reviewers! I'm going to check if any of you have fics yurself and review them.