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randomness: Subway to Sally, "Mephisto."(live)
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Whore Street
Huh. Why did this puke-green look so familiar?
Naruto opened his eyes wider, and almost shut them again. Oh God. Why?
Sakura smiled her horribly sweet smile at him and said – nearly splitting his head open with the sound --, "And? How are we feeling, Sleeping Slut?"
Suddenly babbling broke out all around him, reinforcing the feeling that someone was repeatedly slamming a blunt, hard and heavy object on his skull.
"Are you all right?"
"He's awake!"
"Dobe?"
"How are you feeling?"
He groaned. "Please...please...just shut up."
Everything went quiet again, and he could see nine faces – ten including Sakura's – peering down at him worriedly.
"Wh – what happened?" The last thing he remembered was the knife, arcing down into his flesh.
Another storm of yelling and talking --
He gave up and pulled the blanket over his head, feeling distinctly repetitive. Hadn't the last time with the crew in his room gone like this too?
He stayed in that position for a long while, as it darkened beyond the blanket and the door opened and closed several times. He passed the time by taking stock of his injuries, and annoyingly that filled it easily. He now truly felt like Raggedy Ann.
When he finally poked his head out again, he was alone in the room but for Sasuke. He forced a smile and said softly, "Hey."
The black-haired boy nodded. "Hey."
"How long have I been out, teme?"
"Four days."
Naruto raised a stitched eyebrow, regretting the movement immediately. "Fuck – so what happened?"
"Iruka's team found you, and got you here."
And what was with Gaara? Naruto didn't ask, remembering Sasuke's reaction to the redhead the last few times. Instead, he cocked his head and said, "Do you know when I'm going to be released?"
"Sakura said that you'd need at least a week till the stitches came out."
Naruto groaned. "Ugh. This is going to be soooo boring."
The black-haired kid grinned. "Yeah, it is."
They made more small talk for almost two hours before Sasuke left for work, and once he'd gone Naruto sat back into his pillows. Something was wrong. He needed Gaara. But somehow... he knew something wasn't right – something with Gaara.
The answer came barely ten minutes later in the form of an uneasy Iruka. He sat down , looking nervous, next to Naruto's bed. He avoided Naruto's gaze.
"Hey, Iruka-san! I heard you're my savior." Naruto was getting increasingly agitated about this... unknowing.
The Forcer nodded, a weird expression on his face. "Naruto..."
"What?" God...he just knew that this was something bad...
"About---"
"FUCK! What about Gaara! Just say it, dammit!"
The Forcer started, and almost smiled. Then he grew grim or whatever it was again. "He's gone."
Naruto exhaled a noisy, shocked breath. "Gone as in what?"
"As in evaporated into thin air. He's somewhere out in the City."
God, why did this hurt so much? He'd known it was possible, even expected it...
Oh fuck...
I can't take this.
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