I do not own Naruto or any of the characters portrayed in this story.
I give thanks to Masashi Kishimoto and all his hard work.
Without him this wouldn't be possible.
Warning: Mild to Moderate language, Violence
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Chapter 2: Torture
Naruto's POV
"Baka!" Sasuke yells at me for no apparent reason. Sure, maybe I might have pulled a few pranks on him like the classic "invisible wall" trick. (for those who don't know its when you tape plastic wrap across a door and watch them run straight into it without them even knowing its there! :3). Or maybe he's mad about the fish paste in the toothpaste bottle. Or maybe he's in a drunken stupor. Well, anyways he got what he deserves! Always calling me a fool. He's so… arrogant. I hate him! He keeps me in the bazaar, buying food, and unnecessary items that I've haven't even been able to sit down! He made me go out to the grocery store twice, then to buy clothes at the bazaar, only to make me return them! He made me buy so much liquor it was two bags full of Hennessey, scotch, gin and tonic, tequila, vodka, and whiskey. How can a person even drink this much without dying from alcohol poisoning? Apparently now I'm his bartender too, because I'm serving him up drinks left and right. "Baka! I'm talking to you! Make me a drink now!" I sigh and go and walk over to the bar. I stand behind it and bend down to the cabinet and grab the liquor from under the cabinet. I make it for him adding twice the tequila in it for humor. I swear he is so funny when the Teme is drunk! I am finally able to rest after Sasuke is passed out from all the liquor he has consumed. I take 3 shots of straight vodka. I lay down on the sofa in the living room and let all the stress leave my body.
Oh, well at least let me tell you who I am at least. I am Naruto Uzumaki! I am the greatest and the infamous! Ha, but even the greatest need a job. The reason how I got to know Itachi was… well he was my boss. I was a bartender at his club. I still go there occasionally, just to chill out with my friends Gaara, Kiba and Neji. Just the four of us working our asses off to make a living. Itachi pays us good, but it's still not enough for my rent on my apartment flat. So I had to resort to other things… Any ways you might ask why 17 year olds are drinking and buying liquor? Because here in Konoha the legal drinking age is 16. Awesome huh? Well even when I'm in a drunken stupor, I'm not as crazy as Sasuke. I look over at him and see him slumped over in his leather chair, his head bent back , him snoring loudly. I swear though, if it wasn't for him snoring, I would have though he was dead. He doesn't twitch even when he sleeps.
I sigh. Sasuke would hand my ass to me if I just left him downstairs in such a way. I get up off of the sofa, and walk over to him. I bend my knees and lightly pick him up and drape him in my arms. I jostle him a little, although I try to not wake him, but with all the liquor he's drank I doubt he would wake up. He's amazingly light for a 17 year old boy. I take him up the stairs, careful not to hit his head on the banister. I walk into his room, pushing the door open with my foot. God, I know he's rich and all, but his room is so bland. There's nothing in here but black or navy blue! His dresser is black, but his sheets are navy blue. The only thing not depressing was his bed frame, which was an over-elaborate but very nice creamy white. I set him on his bed lightly.
I look at his face, and it's just so peaceful. I wipe a stray hair from his face, his tight pale skin illuminated by the moonlight shining in from the balcony to his left. He looks nothing like the uptight bastard he knew a couple hours ago. His eyelashes, so long that they placed sweeping feathery shadows across his cheeks. I touched Sasuke's cheek with my hand and when Sasuke stirred in his sleep, he pressed his face into my hand more, nuzzling unconsciously into his thumb. I blushed and I don't know why. I pulled my hand quickly away from Sasuke. "Teme" I muttered, backed away quickly, but rather noisily, and left the room.
I'm not feeling too good, and it's not the vodka. I've got some skeletons in my closet, some that I'm not proud of. My living status hasn't been too peachy. Being an orphan doesn't freaking help either. I go back down to the kitchen and grab that now very appetizing bottle of vodka. I take two huge gulps and feel the hot, fiery liquid go down my throat. My body seizes up, as unwanted thoughts plague my mind, horrible nightmare that was a reality. That nightmare was Kyuubi.
I shake my head trying to get the images out of my mind, but I can't seem to just get them out of my head. I crouch behind the bar, and pull my knees to my chest, the bottle still in my hand. I shake back and forth uncontrollably, rocking back and forth. I can't deal with it. The images. What he did to me. I take another swig of vodka. I take another, and another. One- fourth of the bottle is already gone but it won't erase my mind, it won't make me go numb. I'm sweating and I have the cold chills. The fieriness of the vodka does nothing for me. I can't stand it anymore. I need it. Itachi-sama even said I needed to get clean. I've tried, but I cannot bear it no more.
I leave the bottle on the floor, and I get up hurriedly. I run to the front door, and I leave, running out of the compound. I run to one of my fixes. Tonight I'm going to need him
AN: Sorry it's a little short. I just wanted to get little Naruto's feelings and dark past out there!
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If it's another hit, I'll post next chap soon!