hmm...gods I am in love with this story...

bralala. Thankye for the support till now. If you're able to count, then you will notice this is the tenth chappie. This is a special thing, is it not?

CELEBRATE!

for I will make this a GaaNaru chappie with much GaaSasu bashing and much much SasuNaru angsting(I hope).

Randomness: I have a bit of a request. Could you lovely reviewers maybe note your living place in the next review you leave me? I think it's really cool, knowing how far away the people are that are reading this. (I know I'm a freak. Bear with me.)

Nirvana. Come As You Are.

Here it is, chap 10!

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Whore Street

Naruto gasped painfully. "You know, I hope this isn't the way you greet every new person. If it is, then it's no wonder you're constantly in trouble with the Force. But then," he mused, "not everyone you meet is beat up. So I suppose that isn't it. Maybe you normally beat them up as a greeting, and – fuck! The hell?"

He glared up at Green-Eyes, who just gave him that evil almost-grin and pressed down harder on Naruto's back. This had been going on for quite some time now, and Naruto was torn between risking a punch at the redhead and just letting him get on with it, because in a way it did feel...better. At least, it felt better than lying around on gravel and used condoms and other disgusting crap with nothing to distract yourself from the hurting all over your body.

The Forcers were completely ignoring them, leaning against the dark green Force car that stood in the middle of the otherwise deserted parking lot. Naruto had briefly entertained the idea of asking Green-Eyes what they were actually doing here, but had then rolled his eyes at the thought. As if he'd get any answer beyond --

"Shit!"

-- that. He sighed. "I didn't even say anything. What's your problem this time?"

He felt the hand leave his back and frowned. "What – why'd you stop?" His eyes widened at the way the question came out – wistfully. Weird... must be the blood loss getting to him.

The dude snarled softly, in a slightly amused tone. He appeared back in front of Naruto, and squatted down. Naruto raised an eyebrow. "You've got some real problems, man."

A mere shift of the shoulders – barely visible. A shrug, of sorts. Like the almost-grin.

Naruto winced, trying to find a way to sit that lessened the burning ache between his legs. "Ugh. I think... I fucking need a medic."

Green-Eyes didn't react, and Naruto felt...relieved, maybe. If he had said that in front of any of the Konoha whores, they would have thought he'd gone crazy. But then, maybe he had. After all, he was letting a dude with weird eyes and a lot of eyeliner hurt him and missing it once he'd stopped. He repeated that thought a few times.

Yeah, he was surely suffering from temporary insanity.

He lay down on his left side. Sitting was getting tiring. The gravel crunched, and he cushioned his head on his left forearm. He blinked a few times, but the darkness that had been so inviting before didn't attract him as much now. He wrinkled his nose. The pain was so normal now that he'd gotten used to it, and Green-Eyes' little poking session on his back had helped with that. He still felt it, of course, especially between his legs, but twenty minutes or so of it had helped him control his reactions. Besides, now he was trying to stay put as much as possible. His thrashing from before had made out a third of the agony.

Green-Eyes was still sitting next to him, his eyes dragging themselves over Naruto with the heavy scrutiny that the blonde was starting to accept as a simple side effect of being anywhere near the redhead. He stared right back.

The redhead suddenly whipped his head around, seconds before Naruto heard gravel grinding loudly beneath several pairs of feet. The Forcers had left the car and were moving towards them.

"Hey, man. You've got to put your cuffs back on. Iruka-san is coming back soon."

Green-Eyes curled his lip slightly, but obeyed readily enough, as if he hadn't a care in the world. Naruto watched, fascinated, as the taller kid held onto the steel laser-projector with one hand and simply slipped his other wrist through one of the humming circles of light. Then the other hand pushed into the other loop. The redhead didn't show any reaction, though his wrists bled even worse now.

Naruto chuckled softly. "Fucking hell, you sure have some issues, man."

The redhead gave him his almost-grin again.

"Do you ever speak?"

The half-shrug.

The blonde started to laugh, but stopped when his ribs ached and his throat rebelled against having to do so much extra work. He croaked out a snicker instead, and was rewarded with another full-on green drowning – flood – river – fuck it. Something good, anyways. And water like.

This time they were interrupted by Iruka-san's worried voice. "Naruto? Are you all right?"

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Do I fucking look like I'm goddamn all right? Please, spare me the stupid questions."

Sasuke bit his lip at the sight of Naruto's curled up form, blood staining the orange of his T-shirt and the faded denim of his jeans. The deserted parking lot dwarfed his tiny form. Sasuke ignored the person at his side – probably a Forcer – and asked worriedly,"Shit, dobe, are you all right?"

"Teme? What are you doing here?" The blonde asked, turning his head to look up at who was standing over him. "Kiba, Shino! Hey!"

They all muttered greetings, and Sasuke knelt next to Naruto. "Shit... Iruka-san said he'd called a medic. They'll be here soon, okay?"

A soft, distinctly unfriendly snarl made him look up. Hard, cold teal eyes met his.

He hissed. "Naruto – what's he doing here?"

Naruto groaned. "Fuck, Sasuke --"

Too late.

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all right, so it was much much GaaNaru and Sasu bashing but like no SasuNaru angsting. Still...

Yup yup. Sasu bashing. By an insane sexy Gaara. Hehe. Okeydoke, CLICK IT.