hah...just reread chappie 16 and went half-berserk.
REVIEWS! I NEED REVIEWS!
yeah...9:32 am and I'm no longer tired. Do not worry, loyal ones. There'll be at least one chappie coming up sometime today(hopefully more, but I don't want to jinx myself)
um...yeah. About what Gaara wrote on Naru-chan's back thigh...will be revealed soon. Hopefully in here, but I don't know what's going to be in here yet, so...we'll see.
And (I will not say any names, and I trust you guys enough not to single the person out) to the one reviewer who begged me to not make Naru-chan a torture addict-- hon, this is a GaaNaru fic. We ALL know that Gaa-chan is clinically insane. I take no pride in writing OOC. So, I declare...Naru IS already a torture addict. He became one in chappie 8. At least to Gaara's torture.
Hehe. Randomness: Deep Purple. "Sweet Child in Time."(live) and an extra tidbit – when I checked my hits a bit ago, I had 1984. Is that somehow symbolic? What does it stand for? My tyranny of Naru-chan?
Well, read. Go on.
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Whore Street
Sasuke stood in front of the hospital, and felt as if he was facing a bubbling pool of acid. He didn't want to go in there. But it was his chance to maybe salvage something. He didn't want to lose Naruto completely.
He steeled himself and walked into the lobby. He knew the way well enough to find it on his own, held up only by having to sign in at the desk before Naruto's corridor. The hospital was massive and puke-painted every where, the antiseptic smell of hidden disease omnipotent.
Sasuke found himself in front of Naruto's door much too soon. He knocked, and, hearing a muffled noise, went in.
"Goddamnit, you horny brat! Stay still!"
"Gerroff me, bitch!"
Sasuke's eyes widened. The pink-haired medic was trying to clean a cut above Naruto's hipbone, and the kid was constantly wriggling out of her grip, muttering insults. His eyes lit up when he saw Sasuke. "Hey teme! How are you? Coming to visit me?"
The medic threw her hands in the air and stormed out. She paused in the doorway, next to Sasuke, and hissed at the blonde, "Just you wait...once you're asleep, I'm going to dunk you in enough alcohol to get your driver's license withdrawn for life!"
Naruto rolled his eyes and flipped her the bird. She left the room and slammed the door behind her. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Interesting, dobe."
The blonde shrugged and shot him a grin. "She hates me."
"It looks like the feeling's mutual." Sasuke breathed an inward sigh of relief. It was much easier that he'd feared it might become. Naruto was treating him normally again. It was much better than the coldness of the days before.
The other kid nodded and laughed. "It is. Come on, sit down. You're making me nervous, hopping around like that."
Sasuke pulled up a chair and lit a cig, his eyes skimming over Naruto's naked upper body, but the other teen quickly – suspiciously so – pulled his blanket up to cover himself. "So, how're things on the Street? I visited yesterday, and wanted to catch you at the Arcade, but...Sakura dragged me back."
Oh God no. That he had to mention that. That he had to lie.The pictures passed through Sasuke's mind again; Naruto, panting and begging for more --
He stopped those thoughts. Jealousy wouldn't help him here. "Too bad. You're not missing much, though. Just the usual routine."
Naruto leaned close to him, smiling mysteriously. His breath was warm on Sasuke's face. "Ah, but I do miss one thing..." he whispered.
Sasuke forced down a shiver. What was he trying to say...?
"Ramen!" The blonde crowed. "I really, really miss the ramen."
Now, that had been a misunderstanding.
Sasuke forced e grin. "Don't worry, the ramen place isn't going anywhere."
They lapsed into silence, Sasuke tilting his chair so that on two of its legs stood on the floor. Naruto shifted a bit under his covers, grimacing in the vague direction of the window. "Shit weather."
Sasuke stared out at the overcast greyness. "Yeah...winter's coming up." He muttered, exhaling a white plume of smoke.
Naruto curled up under his blanket. "Yeah."
Another silence, and this time it stayed that way – Naruto's breathing evened out as he slipped into sleep.
Sasuke rested an elbow on the mattress, contentedly letting his eyes travel over the elfin face, the long eyelashes just barely brushing the scarred cheeks. The almost transparent eyelids closed over shifting orbs, the soft, sensuous lips --
He leaned closer. No. The nibbled-on and kiss-swollen lips. And the soft, vulnerable throat was also no longer untouched, Naruto's pulse fluttering beneath a line of even marks; teeth, working their way down to...
Sasuke swallowed hard, staring down at where the line of bites disappeared beneath the blanket. Why? Why, for fuck's sake?
He sat back down in his chair and took a deep, hasty puff of his cigarette.
God help him...he was really far gone.
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Hn. quit moping around, Sasuke, or I'll sic Sakura on you.
Okay...well the you'll find out what Gaara wrote on Naruto next chappie.
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Randomness: Schandmaul. "Kein Weg Zu Weit."
