Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is a ninja with a part time job as the owner of a movie producing company who runs into reluctant prostitute/ninja, Naruto! They discover they both go to eachother's Shinobi Highchool and Naruto decides to pull Sasuke out of his black shell. Together they both go through ninja excercizes, fieldtrips, birthdays, and the red light district. But as they slowly fall for eachother they must dodge the obsticles such as sake, nightclubs, vengence, and other boys and girls.
Warnings: The following is a test, not an actual bitch slap-This story contains cussing, homosexuals, anal intercourse, drugs, and some hidden political issues-If this had been an actual bitch slap you would've felt the following: ((Itachi's hand))
Pairings: What you came here for- SasuNaru and GaaLee, slight ItaNaru
Disclaimer: If I owned the damn thing, this would be no fanfiction. Thanks much.
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Sasuke clutched his aching head in a pain that could go unmatched for miles. His scream echoed throughout the world. Gravel dug into his legs, but he didn't feel it. He didn't feel anything. He was numb with pain.
SASUKE-CHAN!
Why did it hurt so much? I mean, I had it coming, right? I cheated on him too! But...he didn't cheat...I did. I cheated on my own feelings. Naruto was poor...a voice tried to console me. He still is and he had NO house! How was he supposed to live?
My heart hurt now more than ever, it vibrated in my chest like an earth quake. I grabbed it in pain.
I screamed again. It echoed through the empty city. How cleche, I thought. It began to rain. Clouds slowly invaded the sky above, as the pellets of water dropped onto me and peppered my pale, shivering skin. Something inside me broke. I felt it shatter from my mind to my toes. My feet shivered too. My shoes had burned off while running. I must have been running for a while...I thought quietly, trying to think sanely.
Naruto...I want to play with your blonde hair, have it wrapped around my finger, I want to put my hand around your waist. I need to hold your hand, I want to kiss everywhere. I want to see your eyes again.
The kunai quivered in my hand. He...loves my brother? No..."NOOO! AUGHHH!" I leaned forward and clutched it in the pouring rain, sitting, becoming wet. The sky wept tears I ran out of.
I...he...looks cute...when he sleeps...his hair...it smells...entoxicating...he fits in my arms like it was meant to be. He smiles...into my fucking soul. Naruto looks so cute when he argues...the way...his head falls on my shoulder or arm around my neck. I...why?
"WHYYY! WHY? I...I!" Words abandoned my tounge. I couldn't speak. I would do things again and again for him if it made him smile. I would give him everything I had to be near him. I would feel the need to go on living if I knew that...he was gonna be there...waiting for me. Every damn day. I'd give up my world for his comfort.
If...he loves Itachi...I'd have no chance. I don't...I tightened my grip around the knife and looked at my already bleeding palm.
I raised the blade in the air...as raindrops passed through like rush hour. The cigarettes fell out of my pocket and onto the floor.
Naruto...
The blade raised past my head.
I don't know if you know this, dobe, but...
I opened my palm and held out my shaking wrist.
It seems...you've made an effect on me, mentally, physically, and emotionally...and...
The blade began it's graceful decent...
If you love Itachi...I gotta go...because I couldn't live. Why?
The lethal weapon grazed one wrist and then the other in one, quick, nearly painless, swipe of skin...Blood poured out of the fresh wounds like a waterfall.
Because...I...I think I l-love you...Were my last thoughts before my mind plunged itself into utter darkness, my body...it plunged into a crimson sea of expressed, definate, suicidal emotions.
A tear grazed his blood bathed cheek as he slept...was it rain?
NARUTO-CHAN!
I sighed on the rooftop. It was late at night. Atleast nine thirty. I checked my watch again with distress. Where ARE you, Sasuke? The sun was already down and the moon took its rightful place in the sky. I had no need to go in...I wouldn't turn into a werewolf or anything. My heart sank. He never came home this late.
I decided to go in anywayand fold the laundry or practice a few jutsu's. Maybe after the fucking phone calls were returned, it would take my mind off of him. What was with me lately anyhow? Hopping of the rooftop and through his window, I stared off at the unmade bed of ours and tore my gaze away, walking into the kitchen.
Stupid Teme, he was probably drinking, smoking or having fun of some sort, I thought, goodnaturedly folding his boxers. I looked at the tattered pair. They were a faded black. My fingers wrapped around the folds.
I need to call again, and Idialed Shikamaru's number on Sasuke's phone.
"Shika?"
"Ne?"
"Sasuke hasn't come home yet man, he's really late!"
"Don't worry, honey, he'll be home soon."
"He won't pick up his phone and he never stays out this late without telling me!"
"I told you not to worry man, he's an Uchiha, dumbass. I'm mean how old is he?"
"16."
"Then Sasuke can take care of himself, stupid."
"No...wrong! He can't."
I heard a fizzle or a crackle on the other line which means Shikamaru gave his signature sigh. A sure sign he thought something was troublesome.
"What do you want me to do, Uzamaki-chan?"
"What's this? A semi formal, semi familiar pet name? This means your seriously giving in?"
"...Yeah...I'll be there in a few minutes." I nodded even though Nara-chan couldn't see me and I hung up. Click.
I sighed again...now all I had to do was wait. Taking some of the leftovers of the meal of BBQ chiken on a stick with bell peppers, pinapples, and other vegetables, I stuck it in the microwave and made another attempt at Sasuke's number.
It rang once. It rang twice. It rang thrice. It rang a fourth time. "Hi..."
"Sasu-"
"You've reached Uchiha Sasuke, I'm not here right now but-"
"Leave a message after the beep!" I recorded that part with him.
"Naruto! Cut it-"
Then it ended...I hung up, dissapointed to get the answering machine, and with a heavy heart and busyied myself by dialing more numbers, only to be answered and told that 'for the fourth time they have definetly NOT seen Sasuke' while munching on the chicken. The doorbell rang with a "ding dong, ding dong...ding dong, DIIING DOOOONG!" I skillfully tossed the scalped stick, once abundant, into the trash and answered the hulking door with the phone to my ear.
"Hey Shika,"
He walked in with a familiar "hn." and sat down on the couch with a small "hmm" next to the neatly folded laundry. "Any sign?" I shook my head and glanced at the clock. It was already 10:22. I didn't trust this at all. Sasuke would never be out without calling, without me no matter what age. The phone was set back on the counter.
"Let's go look for him."
I turned to Shikamaru. He had a most stoic expression on his face that bore a striking resemlance to Sasuke's. I frowned and gave him a small "yeah."
We stepped outside and I closed the door behind me. It was really pouring. Buckets of water were being just dumped from the skies, which were black.My mouthfrowned under the dry stoop.
Shikamaru's face half hidden in the shadows bore a creepy silence on me. "I'll look East. You will look West and we'll meet at the Ino's flower's in one hour. Got it?"
I nodded, feeling determined. "Hai." He nodded back and took off in the directon opposite me. In a puff of smoke I was gone...I don't know how long I was searching. My feet thudded against the ground and at the same time it sounded light. Dirt had no time to be disturbed because I was running so quickly in the direction I believed I HAD to find him. Why? Because he was my best friend.
Air tossed my locks in its current of fast moving paritcles as I glanced from side to side every once in a while during mid-stream incase I missed something. "Sasuke!" I called. "SASUKE! WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled a little louder, straining my lungs. Dammit. I had to find him. No matter what.
I felt a vibration in my pocket and during my strides I skillfully answered it. "'Lo?"
"I found 'im." I stopped dead in my tracks nearly falling face first. I did in a puddle of water with a splash and still clung to the phone like it was my first born. "Where!"
"He's over at the abandoned town just outside the village." Came Shika's voice..it was shakey and somewhat unsettled though. I could hear it in the vibartions. "Ok...w-what's the matter? Are...a-are you happy?"
"Dammit, Naruto. Just...J-just hurry." With that pleasent reminder came a dial tone because I still held the phone to my ear in awe. Something was definetly wrong. Nara Shikamaru was never unsettled like this. I stuck the cell in my pocket and took off like a torpedo in the rainy air. My lungs cried out for oxygen, but I was being selfish and would let them have none until I got to Sasuke.
No, not Sasuke! My heart wrenched. What could possibly have happened to make him dissappear like this? Somehow...I did and didn't want to know. Passing the city limits with blinding speed and raced to a very far off green speck through the clouds of fog.
Nara-chan got closer, and closer and clo-I fell over again. Collapsing into another puddle. It wasn't from clumsyness. It was from shock. I saw...blood. Everywhere. On Shikamaru, on the ground, on S-Sas...sas.."SASUKE!" I ran towards him and kneeled beside his limp, white, figure. His wrists were red with blood but had been bandaged white from the cloth of Shika's shirt. Immediatly, I knew what happened.
No...no, no, no. I screamed with anger. Rage boiled inside me like a snake pit or a culdron of fierce anxiety.
"AGHHH! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID SASUKE! YOU IDIOT! AGH! NO! "
I pounded my fists on the ground, splashing red blood everywhere. "Whatta bout your goal?" Shikamaru looked at me and begged me to calm down, telling me he was barely...but still alive as his head leaned on Sasuke's whiter than normal chest. I didn't hear him very well.
The blood was still fresh. If that was true, we didn't have much time. Shikamaru lifted him gingerly in his arms and took off in blinding speed most likely to the nearest hospital of some nature. No, he was gonna get Tsunade-sama. Sama? Oh, screw it. I gulped the tears away. Oh, Sasuke...you complete fool and I took off after him.
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Tsunade looked at me with worry filled brown eyes and sighed, heaving her bosom. She laid a delicate hand on his cheek. "Uchiha, what the hell?" She asked him quietly, piteously. The hokage recieved no anwer back.
Sasuke was getting full metical treatment from many medical nins attending to every need that had to be filled. Constantly by his side. He was now in a large white, hospital bed in the room next to the official Hokage Office with IV's and charts coming out every which way. He was a poor mess.
She turned to me and gave a glance at Shikamaru.
"He...made an attempt at suicide...but didn't cut deeply enough. Most likely if he makes it he will have to be hospitalized for a couple weeks depending on how quickly he recovers." She paused and pressed fingers against her temples in acirular motion. "I'm transferring him as much chakra as humanly possible right now to keep him alive. Knowing an Uchiha, as much as he wants to quit, his body won't let him whether or not his emotion's say otherwise. "
We nodded shakily. "Keep this quiet, ok? If he recovers he probably won't want this going around, right?" She gave a fake, light hearted chuckle and sighed again. "If" I wondered. "If he survives"
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Me/Elliot: Welcome to heaven. ((flaps around))
Sasuke: This is hell, isn't it?
Me/Elliot: Nope, wrong, sorry for making you die.
Sasuke: 1) It IS hell. 2) I didn't die YET.
Me/Elliot: Forgive me everyone! I love you very much! ((pokes Sas with pitchfork))
Sasuke: If you wanna see how well off I get, feed us with your emails of love. Gimmie summa your chakra too, dammit.
Me/Elliot: Oh, this is interesting, dija know NO Japanese word starts with the letter L. Hohoho! How Iron-
Sasuke: ((Stabs Elliot with pitchfork))
