All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto. You know, typing this over and over again gets really annoying…...
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A tray slammed across the table. Naruto looked up from his cheap cafeteria food and into the face of a pissed off Sakura. Today she wore a white tee under a blue denim half-jacket, which she kept open, and blue denim capris. No matter how shitty Naruto felt, he always paid attention to what this girl was wearing. He found it…..interesting to see what she wore from day to day.
"Naruto are you listening to me?!"
Naruto shook his head, "What?"
Sakura sighed. "I said, what's wrong with you lately?! I mean, you almost completely ignore me during school, you don't sit with me during lunch anymore, you…you space out all the time, and….you just don't seem like yourself!"
Naruto looked down at his tray and played with his mashed potatoes, suddenly losing interest in his food. "What'd you mean?"
"What'd you mean, what do I mean?! I mean, what happened to that bright and smiley knucklehead I used to hang out with last year? Who used to make everyone laugh and was disruptive in class? Who used to not let anything bother him? Naruto, why won't you tell me?! What the hell's wrong?! What happened?!" Sakura demanded.
Naruto rose from his seat and picked up his tray. In an angered tone, he replied, "Nothing happened okay! I'm fine!"
"You keep saying that but—"
Naruto cut Sakura off, "Just get off my back! Leave me alone……."
He walked away without saying anymore leaving a worried Sakura behind.
Naruto wandering down the halls, letting his left hand glide across the lockers.
'No one can know……I can't tell anyone……no one can find out…they—'
Naruto's thoughts were interrupted by a strong arm wrapping itself around his waist and another around his neck. A warm, wet, tongue slid up his cheek and a voice, slick and smooth like velvet, whispered in his ear,
"Hello……Naruto…"
Naruto's eyes went wide, his body tensed.
The owner of the deadly voice slammed Naruto into the lockers. His pale hand slid up Naruto's shirt, his other hand pinning both of Naruto's hands above his head. Naruto shut his eyes and turned his head away.
'This is just like last time……'
"Doesn't this bring back such fond memories Naruto?" The voice asked. Naruto stayed silent. The hand that was up Naruto's shirt stopped suddenly. The hand then shoved itself down Naruto's pants and he grimaced.
'No………'
"Too bad I can't do more with you my pet. But for now, have this to remember me by."
The pale hand left Naruto's pants and clutched his chin tightly forcibly making him to turn his head. Naruto still refused to open his eyes. He felt those cold poisonous lips connect with his own and then the long awaited release of his hands.
"Until then.....my pet."
Once the footsteps faded away, and Naruto was sure he was gone, Naruto opened his eyes. He fell to his knees, clutching his stomach, and heaved. Naruto threw up three more times before finally standing. Using the lockers to support himself, Naruto stumbled along a few feet before his legs gave in, and he fell. He hugged his knees and put his head down on them, burying his face with his arms. There, all alone in the quiet hallway, Naruto cried.
'How many minutes have passed? How long have I been sitting here? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Or has it been as much as thirty?'
The bell rang, ending lunch. The hallways soon filled with students, each rushing to the bathroom or heading to class. Naruto followed the crowd, and then walked out the building and into the parking lot. He unlocked the door to his car, put the keys into the ignition, and drove home, without telling a soul.