hey!I am starting this chappie at 7:24 pm. This is a very stupid thing to do, since the laptop is my mother's and in her room and she comes home btw. 8 and 8:30 and I will not have it finished then and because I can't write yaoi in my mother's presence I will not finish it until she's left for work tomorrow.
Why did I just tell you that? Because I'm OBSESSED with this fic!
Working on next GaaNaru in here.
Thankees to all the reviewees and Arie Date(though we haven't been in touch for a bit)
randomness(actually the first rant also belongs to this as well): listening to oomph, "eine Frau spricht im Schlaf" They rock. Ah, now it's sexy Ville Valo with HIM and "Razorblade Kiss". Not bad either. °squeal°
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Whore Street
"...ruto? Naruto! Are you all right? Naruto!"
He rose slowly out of the blissful blackness of unconsciousness, dimly registering Iruka-san's voice. It sounded so far away... He heard the urgency in it and started to move into wakefulness, wanting to reassure the man.
Bad idea. Really bad idea.
Agony enveloped him, stabbing between his legs and tearing over his back and ripping through his thighs and burning over his throat and wrists. He vaguely heard someone shriek hoarsely, and when Iruka-san's voice came again, sounding surprised and tense, he realized it was himself screaming.
"Naruto! What's wrong?"
He wanted to curl up, to hide from the pain, but moving hurt even more. He heard his cries die down to whimpers and felt moisture on his cheeks. Wiping it away wasn't an option. He tried to shift back into the warm darkness, tried to flee the aches and stings and pangs, but Iruka-san's voice kept him in his agonizing half-awake state, farther away physically now, but just loud enough to keep Naruto's consciousness from escaping into safe numbness.
"...stay here with him while I... watch him!... last time...shame on the Force..."
And then the deep, urgent voice was gone, and Naruto was free...free to leave the hurt. He heard himself sigh through the thick wall of dimness that still held him away from full awareness and let himself go --
A hand gripped his shoulder and he was ripped to complete consciousness, abruptly and painfully. He cried out again, and this time he heard himself clearly, felt his raw throat muscles twinge from overuse and the cool air on his parched lips and wet cheeks. The hand disappeared, and Naruto felt a shift in the air -- someone was in front of him. He opened his eyes the tiniest bit, still sobbing from the deep aches everywhere.
Green. No, teal. Something in between. He didn't care, just happy that the pain had dulled, insignificant next to the flood of something-in-between-green-and-teal. He gladly let himself drown in it, suffocate in it, die in it, anything to stop the hurting.
The cold, numbing green disappeared suddenly, and he moaned, agony slamming into him again. His eyes closed. Gravel shifted and ground, clothes shifted, men grunted in exertion somewhere above him.
He heard them speaking, "Goddamnit, Kenji, watch him better. Who knows what he'll do if he gets loose again."
"How the hell does he get out of the cuffs, anyway? Fucking crazy creep."
"He doesn't even notice the lasers. Hell, look at his wrists."
Gasps and a, "Fuck!"
"Shit, man...you need serious help for up there, you know that?"
More gasps, and the crunch of gravel. "Hey! What do you think you're do -- "
"Leave it, man. As long as he's not cutting anything up or shit like that. Hell, even if, it's just a whore. And an underage one at that."
"How the fuck do you know he's underage? Spent time with him, have you?"
Gravel was still crunching, and the air changed again. Naruto opened his eyes again -- this time completely -- and the last thing he heard before cold unfeeling green washed over him was a stammered, "Hell, no, man...e-everyone knows that..."
He let out a hoarse snicker. As if. He recognized the voice from somewhere...most definitely a client. He sighed, managing to shift so that he could have more of the green. The movement pulled a strangled hiss from his chapped lips, but it was worth it. His eyes roved to the scar on the pale forehead, to the crimson spikes of hair, and back to the emerald -- teal -- in-between. Whatever.
The redhead was squatting next to him, his hands cuffed by humming lines of red laser-light. Naruto watched, distracted from the pain, as the hands simply...pulled apart. Through the lasers, which must've hurt like who-knows-what. The face staring down at him didn't even flinch.
One the men standing off to Naruto's other side -- he was pretty sure they were the Forcers from the last time -- must have heard the little piece of steel that projected the lasers fall to the gravel, because he cursed. "Damn it. Someone needs to invent new handcuffs specially for that dude."
"Hell, I don't care as long as it's not me he's looking at." Another one supplied.
Naruto ignored them after that, because the hands had moved. Towards him. He wasn't all too sure whether he liked the idea. Sure, the dudes were Forcers, and thus not the most trustworthy sources of information, but... The redhead was pretty creepy, no matter how much Naruto liked to dull the pain by drowning in his eyes. Or maybe that made him even creepier. All this thinking was hurting his head.
He snarled and glared up at Green-Eyes as his hands -- the wrists were bleeding, a perfectly even circle of blood welling up on the pale skin -- reached out. Not even the redhead's eyes could blunt the agony that shot through him as he roughly pulled him into a sitting position.
Naruto let out a choked, breathless groan as the hurt shifted with his body, skin stretching and burning.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, curling the arm that hurt less -- his left -- around himself and trying to ease his legs into a position that eased the sharp pain between his legs.
The redhead didn't answer, moving behind Naruto. The blonde shifted uneasily. What was Green-Eyes up to? He felt coolness on his back as his T-shirt was pushed up, and sucked in a breath as fingers slid over the torn skin and welts.
"Hey -- quit..." He gasped.
He really wanted to hit Green-Eyes somewhere where it hurt, and he wanted to do it now. But he had the depressing suspicion that a punch, no matter where it landed, would hurt him more than it would his intended victim. The dude continued tracing the fiery lines of pain on his abused skin, and he wasn't exactly gentle about it.
He wasn't violent about it, either, but... Naruto was used to people being cautious when they touched his wounds -- like his friends, or doctors. They were careful about it. But Green-Eyes didn't lighten his touch or recoil when Naruto gasped, and his fingers pressed down as they had when they'd rested on his uninjured shoulder.
By the time the hand had made its way to the middle of his back, Naruto could actually...block the hurt out. He twisted around -- okay, he couldn't block that out, he noted with a whimper -- and fixed Green-Eyes with a deathglare. "The hell? You going to be finished with that shit sometime?"
Green-Eyes thin lips curved into the barest hint of a grin. His hand pressed a bit harder.
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do not ask what the sense of this torture-fest is. It's Gaara, okay?
All right, next chapter more unrequited SasuNaru and yummy GaaNaru, maybe a smidgeon of KakashiIruka.
randomness: what did I tell you at the beginning? my mom came home at 8, and here I am at 9:20 am finishing it up. But there's good news! It'll be next chapter's randomness.
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