A/N: Thank you very much to everyone who's reviewed and will review. It's greatly, greatly appreciated, seeing as reviews are the things that give me inspiration to write. And I apologize for the length of this chapter…lol.

Sasuke slid himself further back as his body began to shake violently. "No…" He whispered breathlessly. The crawling in his skin continued till he began to rip at his flesh more to get it to stop. A crimson trickle dripped gently to the floor, staining the milky tile a hue of velvet red.

There was pounding in the distance, he heard it. Not aggressive pounding, but pounding of a hammer against something…what, though? The distant clink reminded him of the screws holding the latches to the door in place. There were voices, many voices. He only recognized some; not all, but they were swarming him, regardless. A burning sensation at his arms alerted him something was wrong; though, looking down had been a mistake. As he averted his eyes to the source, both widened at the sight of spiders crawling up him; many, possibly hundreds. The hairy, eight eyed creatures' many squirming legs caused the teen to lift both hands to his arms to brush them away in panicked alarm; only to find both hands were already there where the spiders were.

No. He corrected himself. In place OF the spiders.

Looking down at himself, the claw marks he had inflicted began to take form, the mirage of eight-legged creatures vanishing. Attempting to push himself back even further, the boy's bare foot hit a small puddle of blood, slipping forward and causing him to hit his head on the handle of the toilet. A stinging sensation hit the back of his skull before suddenly fading to a pleasant tingle. A smirk quirked his lips upwards as he looked at his palm, suddenly wondering where the pills had gone. Both onyx hues danced to the floor shakily, seeing the pasty tile littered with the shiny narcotic capsules. Another stinging sensation pricked the side of his head, alerting him to the fact that he was tugging on his hair once more. A small laugh surfaced from his throat as he remembered he had taken the pills. How long had it been since then? An hour ago? Two? A minute ago? The teen had lost track of time. How long had he been sitting in there?

A bright spat of light kissed the floor, illuminating the glittering pills amongst the pale tile. Sasuke looked up suddenly, wondering where the light was coming from. Hints of white, silver, and gold caught his eyes before an echoed slue of words varying in pitch was carried to his ears. As much as he tried to focus his vision, the blur of people in front of him wouldn't come clear.

"GO AWAY!" He heard himself scream desperately. Like watching a movie, isn't it? The thoughts carried through him till he felt himself shiver and stiffen at the touch of a man's large hands around his slender wrists, pulling him forward and out of the crevice he had lodged himself in. "NO! NO! NO!" Was that his voice? It sure as hell didn't sound like him. Not at all. It wasn't something he'd say, either, was it? So why in the world had it come out sounding as though it were his voice?

Not me…never me. Not me. It wasn't…I didn't…

A warmth formed around his frail waist as the two hands formerly on his wrists were placed right above his hips, lifting his form up to a standing position as he struggled, pushing and pulling with the blurry figure before him.

"Sasuke, stop!" A voice from beside sounded. He knew that voice…but who? Who…

Glancing over, a shock of cerulean and gold caught a set onyx hues. Naruto. That was who.

The grip around his waist tightened significantly, causing his subconscious struggling to become limited. Slowly, the blurry vision before him began to clear again. His eyes widened at the sight of what was coming to view. "Ka…kashi…" He felt the whisper come past his lips, but couldn't remember forcing the sound out. The struggling then stopped with realization, causing his body to fall limp in the elder male's arms. The teacher was quick to catch him, swiftly pulling him up into his arms against his chest in a bridal position. This seemed so oddly familiar to him. It was almost like déjà vu. The world was spinning as he heard the voices begin to stop echoing, the words clearly catching themselves on his ears; though, it was still impossible to tell whose voice belonged to who.

"What the hell did he take?"

"I dunno…What are these things? They look like candy."

"What? Let me see, Naruto."

"See? See the little pictures? And all the colours? They look like candy. They're awfully tiny to be candy, though. Maybe like those candies…umm, what are they called…uhh, Red Hots! Yeah, those. They're, like…as small as those."

There was a pause as the man holding him readjusted Sasuke in his arms, forcing him closer, forcing him to close his eyes against his chest.

"Y'know what they are, old man?"

There was another pause as the one being spoken to cleared his throat. "Yeah. Were these yours, Naruto?" The concern was even evident to the one speaking. An almost tangible alarm was felt in the air about them.

"What? No. I don't even know where these came from."

Sasuke buried himself deeper into the man's chest, smelling a sweet, intoxicating scent. There was yet another pause that the teen took no notice of as he inhaled the scent deeply within himself. For a strange unknown reason, it seemed to calm him down. A lot.

"What is it?"

Looking sideways, all the colours of the room stood out tenfold to Sasuke, causing his eyes to fall off balance and forcing him to close them tight as the room began to spin once more.

"Ecstasy."

Sasuke felt the air tense significantly. Ecstasy…why did that word sound so familiar? Ecstasy…Orochimaru…didn't those two things go hand in hand? It seemed like they did. Yet he couldn't remember exactly. But what were they talking about? Those weren't the pills he had taken. The pills he had taken were capsules, weren't they? Determined to find out, the boy let his head drop to the side, attempting to focus his vision in on the pills littering the floor. Onyx hues widened at the sight of multicoloured candy-like drops on the floor.

"No…th-they were…" He started, voice raspy and desperate from misuse. Screaming so much when he normally said so little had caused him to experience the beginnings of losing his voice. The teen immediately felt eyes on him as his memory cleared. Sure, he had seen them as capsules. And they had been in a bottle of perfectly normal Oxycodone. Looking at the formerly white bottle, the boy now noticed the orange tint to the translucent plastic. They hadn't been capsules at all. They were, indeed, ecstasy. Ecstasy Orochimaru had given him.

"What…? Ecstasy? As in…drugs? Illegal drugs?" A small whisper came from his friend. The voices were slowly starting to connect with their owners. Sasuke felt Kakashi's grip tighten on him and swallowed at the tense atmosphere. "Should we call an ambulance…?"

What? No! I'm not going to a fucking hospital, you motherfucking-

"No, they're low in mg dosage, thankfully. We just gotta watch him till he comes down from it."

Sasuke lifted both shaky hands to pull at his hair, beginning to tremble uncontrollably once more in Kakashi's arms as the bathroom began to move from side to side. A hair straightener barred it's fabricated teeth at the boy. It looked so real to him he couldn't imagine it any other way. The room began to move, still swaying from side to side, till he realized he was being carried out of the bathroom and up the stairs to the living room.

Frightened, he looked about him, every object seeming to take the shape of something or another before he finally got fed up with it all and buried himself in Kakashi's chest, shutting his eyes tight as he continued to tug on his hair; that is, till he felt the fabric of a couch beneath him, two strong hands prying his wrists from his hair and setting them at his side. Instantly, the boy tried to reach up again to grab at the raven strands only to find both arms being pushed back down once more. A small whimper surfaced on his tongue as he struggled gently with the one holding him down till he figured out it was no use and gave up, chest heaving slightly from a mix of subconscious panic and exhaustion.

Silently, the boy's mind swarmed with thoughts. How long had he been like this? How long till it stopped? What time was it? What day was it? A smaller hand reached out and began to pet him, smoothing the messy raven locks atop his head.

"Get me some cold water and some rags." A voice sounded and the petting stopped suddenly. Sasuke let out a small sound of protest, twisting himself to see where Naruto had went. It seemed like milliseconds before the blonde returned, handing the glass of cool water and a couple rags to Jiraiya. "Hold him down, Kakashi, this is going to sting a bit. Naruto, go fetch me some rubbing alcohol in the loft bathroom. Should be under the sink."

Sasuke felt the grip around his upper arms tighten as Jiraiya pressed a damp rag to the boy's arms. A slight stinging sensation prickled the torn pores, causing him to lurch back as much as he could within the elder males grasp. "No…no more…" He barely recognized the pitiful plea that was his voice. He hadn't meant to say it aloud. Yet, everything he wouldn't normally do in public or say aloud was seemingly becoming so much easier to let loose and, partially, so much more uncontrollable. As the boy squirmed, he soon felt his circulation limiting itself, Kakashi's hands holding him in place and giving him no leeway as Jiraiya continued the initial cleansing of each self inflicted claw mark along his arms.

"Here." Naruto's voice seemed almost monochromatic to Sasuke's ears; something abnormal and terrifying to the boy. As his wide eyes panned to the ceiling, the small bead-like material on the roof began to dance and shift themselves in all different directions, causing his lips to inevitably twitch upwards in a crooked smile before throwing themselves back down in a frown as an unexpected yelp proceeded past his lips in tune with the burning sting of the alcohol against his bare, ripped flesh.

The teen felt himself being repositioned as Kakashi sat on the near side of him on the couch, propping his body up into a semi-sitting position and resting his head against his chest. A cool hand covered his eyes, engulfing him in darkness and pressing him to the man's abdomen. Slowly, the stinging sensation dulled to a numb tingling and the boy felt increasingly tired; exhausted, rather. A larger hand was petting him this time, more gently, at that; a soothing trickle of fingers caressing his catastrophic raven locks. Sasuke couldn't help but let out a hybrid between a moan and a whimper. He felt abnormally free, for once, as though nothing were holding him back and there were no barriers to keep the emotion he so normally withheld from slipping out. He knew he'd regret it later, if he remembered it, but pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he leaned in to the man petting him. He felt Kakashi sigh gently causing the teen to stiffen slightly, wondering why it had felt like a sigh of disappointment. What had he done now? He didn't understand…not a single bit. Though he could only see the dancing colourful spots of darkness, he knew something wasn't right.

Swallowing, the boy felt another wave of paranoia sweep over him and began to struggle once more. He felt Kakashi's hands grab at his stomach, holding him in place against him. As the teen saw the light of the living room once more, he was greeted by Naruto's hand reaching out to hold him back. Immediately, instinctively, Sasuke bit him. Hard. Before the boy knew just how hard he had bitten down, the metallic taste of blood tapped at his taste pallets and caused him to immediately draw back. He saw the blonde yelp in pain, but couldn't hear a single bit of it. His rapid heart beat had flooded his ears in sync with his stark panting.

I'm sorry…

He wouldn't dare say it aloud. The boy felt himself stop entirely, the burning prickle on his arm fading to null as tears stung the corners of his eyes. He could hold them back so easily normally; why now? Why? Naruto looked to him as his breathing slowed, the gentle pace of pained cerulean flowing his way in accordance to an 'apology accepted'. Did Naruto really know him that well? He felt himself sniff slightly as the stinging began to return on his arms, only this time, in much greater magnitude.

Sasuke let out a yell as alcohol collided with the cuts. It was cleansing all right. He could feel every little broken pore being burned to nothingness. Though, for a reason unbeknownst to him, he wouldn't struggle or flinch away, albeit the pain reaching a max.

Kick him, it'll only hurt him for a bit. Then you can run away and be free, don't you know? It's that easy. Naruto can't run as fast as you, Kakashi would need time to get up, and Jiraiya would be on the floor in pain. You'd have plenty of time to escape. C'mon, just do it.

Sasuke's eyes widened as the voice in his head became much more realistic than normal, pushing itself to the front of his mind and creating a tone and pitch for itself. It wasn't often the thinking voice in his head had an identifiable pitch or tone. It was just…there. It existed. That's all it ever was. But, now, with tone and pitch completely readable, the boy couldn't help but subconsciously generate a personality to the voice and a body to the personality. In his mind, there was another person. A fake person, but a person, nonetheless.

Frantically, the Uchiha looked around the room, wondering what to do. Sit here and endure the torture then probably be lectured afterwards? Or break free and come back later? But, could he really come back? Sasuke blinked down, watching his chest rise and fall with each quick, staggered breath. He didn't think he could ever come back after something like that. But what would Naruto think? He knew the blonde wouldn't just…give up. He'd come after him if he ran, he knew. For the strangest of reasons, the chase sounded rather…appealing…to him. Furrowing a brow, Sasuke wondered why for a minute before realizing it was simply a feeling and desire, nothing with logic behind it. Like a sudden craving for chocolate. Was there ever any logic behind that?

Looking up, the silent movie before him played out; Jiraiya moving in slow-motion to clean each cut, Naruto sitting on the end of the couch looking concernedly towards him, Kakashi tightening his grip around the boy's waist to keep him in place. As the teen's eyes met, the blonde cocked his head. Sasuke returned the mute inquiry with an innocent smile. Naruto blinked as Jiraiya leaned back once more to dab the tip of the rag he had into the alcohol.

Sasuke quickly took that opportunity to swing a leg off the couch, nailing the elder directly in the family jewels before pushing Kakashi off him in alarm and dashing for the door.

"Sasuke!!"

Little had he or the imaginary person in his mind taken into account was the fact that the drug caused severe discoordination. Tripping over his own two feet, the boy felt himself falling; slowly. As though the world had been set on pause, both onyx hues watched as a rush of silver attempting to catch him by the waist, only missing by maybe a half a centimeter. An echo of his name reverberated through his mind as he felt something sharp hit the back of his head. As both charcoal obsidian glanced up widely at the room above him, a sticky paste-like material forming a small blotchy patch, gluing itself to the locks of blackish blue raven colouring.

Looking slightly to the left, he saw Kakashi bend over him, mouthing his name…right before a blanket of black washed over him and the cold, empty feeling inside returned, engulfing him in its wings of unconsciousness.

A/N: I debated on whether to publish this chapter or not. I showed this to my GF, CrazyMichelle, before continuing writing it. So hopefully it's okay, content-wise, and not too ooc. Speaking of her, you should check out her story, Cornbread, if you like NaruSasu drama. It'd be well-worth your time. Trust me.

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