WELCOME BACK!! To chapter eight…
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Also, I got my 53 reviewer!! Iei!! So to RyoSanada1717 I shall be writing a one-shot that I have already informed her about - its going to be a SasuNaru!! YOSH! My fave pairing! Can't you guess?? So con-grats to RyoSanada1717!! I'll try and get it up as soon as I can!
On with the story!
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Chapter Eight
The mansion was empty when Naruto arrived home. It wasn't usual, although he had no idea where either Kabuto or Orochimaru ever went too, he didn't think about it much…he had too many other things on his mind to even be bothered.
He'd never had such an eventful day…and nothing had happened…aside from Sasuke.
His bed seemed to be the best place for him, but he hadn't eaten all day…which his stomach was kind enough to remind him of…but for all the effort that it took him to find something decent to eat, Naruto simply found himself staring at it, it had gone cold by the time he'd decided to eat…
Sleep would have been nice, to just drown in it all like any other day…but although he was reluctant to eat, his mind was alive and wouldn't give him a moments peace…he was almost certain that it wasn't even him thinking anymore…he wondered if it was…
Kyuubi? Are you awake?
Bad day, Naru, bad day…
Mhm…it did suck, didn't it…? Wonder when they'll get back…?
Tired?
Worn out…
Get some sleep…I can take over from here until they get back, then I'll wake you.
Thanks, Kyuubi.
In those moments of silence, Naruto's thoughts drowned out and he was taken into his comfortable realm of sleep, a place where Kyuubi usually resided. Kyuubi was the only thing that seemed to listen to him…he shared a body with Naruto after all.
In that sleep there were no dreams, only voices, the gentle murmur of Kyuubi's thoughts as he lay awake in Naruto's body, lying upon the bed as his host attempted sleep. Such a strange day had befallen him, so many things had happened, he didn't even understand how he had managed to keep himself together, why he hadn't fallen apart…all he'd been thinking about was Sasuke…
Sasuke…who left all those years ago…he left…and he looked so hurt today…I want to be with him so badly...but I can't…why did he have to look so sad? Why?
He hated that it was like that. Five years had passed…he never thought he was going to see Sasuke again, so why? Why did it have to happen? How was he handling it so damned well? Why wasn't he breaking down into tears like he knew he wanted too…?
Can't I feel anything, anymore?
Hours seemed to filter by in a matter of seconds…Naruto had been sleeping for a while now, though almost too soon he was able to hear the sounds around him, the car coming up the driveway and to a halt, he could hear the front door as it opened and, heard his name being called…
Kabuto-asshole wants you… Kyuubi's deeper voice echoed through his mind.
"Thanks," Naruto said aloud, steadily opening his azure eyes and taking a large yawn, able to hear his name being called clearer from downstairs. Orochimaru still wasn't home yet, which was good, but Kabuto was, which was bad in the annoying sort of way.
Sluggishly, his eyes still heavy, Naruto got up from the bed, and quickly changed out of his school uniform before he left the room in search of where Kabuto had hailed him from…Naruto found himself stood at the foot of the stairs, wiping the sleep from his eyes with his hand as he yawned. Kabuto walked out from the front room of the house, laughing emerged from within and Naruto dropped his shoulders…so it was going to be one of those nights…
"There you are, Naruto-kun." Kabuto said with his usual fake cheerfulness. It made Naruto sick to his stomach. Naruto looked at Kabuto, but only just, feeling the urge within him growing…
Tonight could be the night, you know, Naru…
Stop it.
But it could be…I'd do it for you, like we've planned…The Snake might be glad for it…
Kyuubi, please, don't…not now…
If he pushes you into doing something like last time, then I'm coming out…
Naruto attempted to ignore the Kyuubi that time, if there was anyone who didn't like Kabuto it was Kyuubi…no matter the circumstances, Kabuto would be first to go if Kyuubi was ever given the chance.
Naruto wasn't in the right mood…the moment he'd woken from unconsciousness the days troubles had crept up on him, it wasn't as if they had left him while unconscious either, there hadn't been much of an escape…he was only glad that Kyuubi hadn't spoken to him all day…that was becoming more frequent now, sometimes Naruto wouldn't begin to hear his thoughts for a few days, it had become unusual without them, though it may be thanks to Kyuubi that Naruto wasn't having another break-down…he most certainly wouldn't be able to handle another one.
"Go and get some drinks, would you, Naruto-kun? And try and look more presentable. Orochimaru-sama won't be back until later tonight, so you get to spend more time with me, won't that be fun?" Kabuto smirked, laughing as he walked away, back towards were all the laughing was raising from…
Fuck you, dick-weed…
"Give it a rest…" Naruto said out loud, remembering why it was he preferred it when Kyuubi remained silent. Naruto went to the kitchen and did as Kabuto had asked him to do, bringing out more than enough glasses just encase there were more than last time, and found the bottle of sake that there always seemed to be a lot of…
How many this time, Naru? Five? Six? Three women and three men, I bet…
He doesn't bring back women, remember… Naruto shuddered, wanting to suppress the urge to gag.
Good point. Well argued.
That wasn't much of an argument… Naruto pointed out bluntly, appearing at the door and peering in for a few seconds to observe the scene.
There were five of them - along with Kabuto, different from the last five, though all of them seemed to know each other well from the way they were talking. Naruto didn't know who they were, but in the end he never did know, and he never found out either, he knew that after that night he wouldn't see them again so it wouldn't matter anyway.
Naruto took a deep breath and entered the room, glad he'd had enough glasses and put them down on the small coffee table that stood between the three couches that the five lounged upon. Naruto was somewhat glad that the conversation didn't die down just because he had entered, so he went about his business quietly, putting down the glasses and pouring the drink, thinking that maybe he could just finish what he was doing without any of them paying him any unwanted attention, but as always, that was too much to hope for.
As he was about to set down the bottle and walk away, a hand reached out and latched tightly onto his wrist. The sudden contact made Naruto jolt, he flinched slightly but held his ground, he wasn't about to show any weakness, not around someone as insignificant as Kabuto and his 'friends'.
"And who is this?" asked the owner of the hand, his voice smooth and refined, his grip although soft around Naruto's wrist was solid and showed no sign of letting go. Naruto did not look at the man, only away, always away, he wouldn't make eye-contact.
"He's an ongoing experiment…" Kabuto purred humbly, truly as smug as a cat. "One of Orochimaru-sama's toys." He added, but Naruto wasn't affected by these words. But his body tensed slightly as timid fingers began to stroke his wrist, vanishing beneath the long sleeves of his top.
"A toy…that's a good word." Smirked the one who held Naruto's wrist, one who Naruto still wouldn't look at, although he could feel eyes boring into him. "One of his possessions, then? How interesting."
"Yes, interesting would be the word to describe him, Mizuki-san." Kabuto continued with a small pleased laugh. "But I'd be careful around him…Naruto-kun can be extremely violent at times…" Kabuto eyed Naruto maliciously, he looked even more miserable that day than he had in a while. Something bad must have happened at school, or his whole severe depression thing was telling Kabuto that it was most likely going to be a bad week.
This pleased Kabuto. Of course it would.
Yeah, extreme being the appropriate word…wouldn't it be great if they knew the truth…
No.
Geez, only kidding…and stop thinking about that Sasuke kid, it's going all mad in here…
Naruto froze at the sound of Sasuke's name in his head; he flinched slightly, yanking his hand away, which in return gained him another less friendly jerk forwards as the grip around his wrist tightened. Naruto had been caught off guard…Kyuubi had said that on purpose…Naruto knew it…but what would he gain out of it now?
Before Naruto had noticed the bottle had come out of his grasp and spilt all over the floor. His blank eyes watched as the clear liquid cascaded from the bottle and over the carpeted floor, seeping beyond and into the weave. Naruto's eyes were fixated upon that for a long while before he finally snapped out of it as Kabuto's fist collided harshly with the back of his skull.
"I said, get up."
Naruto found himself upon his feet again, a hand yanking the collar of his top and pulling him back. Kabuto was stood behind him; somehow, he didn't seem at all pleased. Naruto felt dazed, and yes, Sasuke was on his mind…it wouldn't leave him alone…all that he'd done, how cold he'd been, right at that moment he couldn't even remember why he'd done it…I did it for him…I did it for him…
Naru, snap out of it.
"Naruto-kun." Kabuto's voice hissed. Naruto's blank eyes focused upon the taller man ahead of him and he blinked, picking himself together again, Naruto just wanted to go back to his room, just to be alone and to think about Sasuke…he wanted to think about Sasuke, wanted to know that he was okay, glad to think that he was okay…very, very glad…
Naruto! Stop blocking me out, this is no time to phase out…Naru -
Naruto's eyes focused on Kabuto who stood out ahead of him, they were no longer in the same room as the other men, they were outside in the hallway. Naruto stood with his back against one of the walls, body drooped lazy against it as once more he attempted to gather himself together, Kyuubi's voice had gone from within his mind…Naruto didn't want to hear him anymore…
"You really do have some nerve, don't you, Naruto-kun," Kabuto laughed darkly, his fist whitening as his hold tightened upon the front of Naruto's long-sleeved top. Naruto didn't look him in the eyes, but could feel them staring. "When you've been so well behaved recently too…I'm not so sure how Orochimaru-sama will react when he returns home and finds out how you've misbehaved today…and ahead of guests."
Naruto heard what Kabuto was saying, but he didn't speak, as always, he had nothing to say to Kabuto about the matter…he would get what was coming to him if he had misbehaved for not…Orochimaru couldn't have cared less…
"I'm beginning to wonder, Naruto-kun, if I should discipline you here and now?" Kabuto forced Naruto against the wall harshly; holding onto his shirt harder, ready and willing to pull back his fist and strike Naruto across the face…I couldn't,
"Care less…" Naruto's voice echoed his train of thought quietly, but Kabuto had heard the small whispered words as they passed Naruto's lips.
"You couldn't?" Kabuto laughed. "Hmm, you really are misbehaving today. Orochimaru certainly won't like to know that his toy has been playing up…" he smirked. "Maybe I should send you to sleep, just encase…?"
Naruto knew what that meant, but he did not flinch or react as his waited for it. And sure enough moments later Naruto heard a crack and felt it as Kabuto's fist collided with his face. Naruto's head hit the wall just as hard, sending his mind into a daze as the all-too-familiar pain flooded through his cranium, followed by a searing white-hot ache. Only Kabuto's hand was holding him upright, the moment it was taken away, Naruto's body crumpled to the ground, his mind spinning…
Kyuubi…
I got it kid… Kyuubi growled…sleep, would ya?
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Nearing 11:30 that Monday night, Sasuke returned home.
He opened the door without any thought of the time, and entered, heading for the stairs without one look back. Within moments he was up in his room, having slammed the door behind him.
Hazuki's head steadily appeared from the kitchen door, staring with narrowed eyes up the staircase, her lips pursed…hmmm…where the hell's he been now…and to smell of smoke too…hmmm…interesting…mildly interesting…
"He's home then." A voice came from behind her. She nodded and slowly pulled her head back into the kitchen, and crossed her arms above her swollen abdomen. Her motherly instinct was telling her that something was very wrong…Sasuke only ever slammed the door when he wanted attention - she figured.
Her eyes wondered up to the handsome figure that sat at the kitchen table having only just arrived home from work little less than half an hour ago. Itachi was still in his black and grey pinstripe work suit, looking over the food that Hazuki had prepared for him.
"Tachi-chan…?" Hazuki began, sitting herself down ahead of her fiancé - and the father of her unborn child. He looked up slightly, deep black eyes meeting with her hazel ones and she thought over the situation. "I think something is very wrong…I understand that our Suki-chan isn't the happiest of bunnies, but I have reason to believe," she said with a tone of authority. "That he isn't in the best of moods today…I think something happened at school that was enough to annoy him…or upset him…"
"Aa." He replied solemnly.
"I think maybe he needs his big brother to cheer him up, don't you?" Hazuki hinted, leaning forwards slightly, looking Itachi directly in the eyes, there seemed to be no flicker of any sort of emotion in his eyes - that was until Hazuki's hazel eyes went all glassy and she pouted…sticking out her bottom lip - the most dangerous weapon she could ever wield - second to tears of course.
Itachi's eye twitched suddenly, and he lowered the chopsticks to the table, and got up without a word being said between them. Hazuki watched him leave and sat back in the chair victorious. "Make sure you don't force it out of him!" she called after him quietly as he removed his jacket and placed it over the banister-rail, rolling up the sleeves on his crisp white shirt as he headed upstairs and towards his brother's room.
Sasuke lay on his bed with his face in his pillows. He listened absentmindedly to the sound of one of the random ticking clocks that was somewhere on one of his walls, most likely covered by some sort of band poster.
That day…it had sucked - very, very badly.
Sasuke wished he could think of nothing, but whenever he tired that, all he could think about was thinking about nothing…then the reason why he wanted to think about nothing appeared there, right ahead of his mind…and he wanted so much for the pain to stop - he willed it to go away, but it wouldn't leave him, Naruto's face was frozen ahead of his mind, along with the pain in his heart whenever he remembered that distant look in the blonde boy's eyes when he had spoken to him earlier that day.
Naruto didn't remember him.
That can't be right…Sasuke told himself once more, although he'd been trying to think of reasons as to why Naruto would lie about such a thing, but nothing came to mind…and if that had been Naruto then he knew he'd deserved a solid punch in the face…but nothing had come aside from salt that seemed to be pouring and pouring into those still open wounds in his heart, a gap that had been left for Naruto to fill. It hurt more than any punch to the face; it hurt more than anything…
He was avoiding me, wasn't he? Sasuke felt so confused.
"Gruah!" Sasuke cried into the pillow, his brows furrowing as he clenched onto the pillow tightly. He was almost pretty sure that he could cry…and Sasuke did not cry. It simply wasn't done. Nope. No crying. But before he knew it he'd been betrayed, and he could feel those tears as they soaked the pillow he'd shoved his face into.
Sasuke brought his face out of the pillow, realising that he stank of smoke - again - but didn't move, simply lay his head back down onto the pillow, facing the gig-poster on the wall that he'd gone too about two years ago…a poster that marked the first appearance of a hard-rock band called the NinDogs. It only had a small mentioning aside some of the wider known names…but it brought back some memories for Sasuke, memories that only made him feel guilty.
Inuzuka, Kiba was the lead vocalist of the NinDogs, and at the time, Sasuke didn't socialise…then he got into a full on brawl with Kiba one day just over two years ago, and stuff happened…and suddenly, though his clear loner-façade didn't fade away - Uchiha, Sasuke had friends.
First Kiba, then this lazy-ass kid called Shikamaru…then Chouji, drummer of the band…soon he was going out more often (though Hazuki and Itachi were glad that Sasuke had friends, they couldn't say they were pleased with the crowd he'd decided to hang around with…), he'd made friends with this strange kid called Shino, the band bassist, and pretty soon found out that Neji and Rock Lee were also members of the NinDogs. Neji (beyond his Student-Body president mirage) was leading guitar and backing vocals, Rock Lee, backing guitar. Life out-side of school - Sasuke had found out - was a very, very different world.
It had opened up a window in Sasuke's life when all of the doors had been closed. He had friends, he went out more and more often, was stalked by creepy fan-girls that in the end surpassed even Haruno, Sakura, before he knew it Sasuke was out all of the time, and only came home to sleep - more often than not, if he wasn't drunk or stoned (courtesy of Kiba)…
Sasuke thought of all those times that he had forgotten about Naruto. When he had friends that almost - almost - filled that gaping hole within him, but it could never be like that…and in his own way, Sasuke had drifted away from them, and once again became the loner that he'd always been since Itachi had taken him away from Naruto.
Now Naruto was back. But there didn't seem to be any vengeance. None. Sasuke would have preferred a punch in the face…he'd never felt so low, he felt lower then than maybe had when he'd woken and Naruto hadn't been beside him…or when he hadn't been able to tell Naruto how he really felt that last morning that they'd been together…the morning when Naruto had told Sasuke that he loved him.
Sasuke felt the tears dampening his pillow as his face remained a picture of misery. And that was how he felt. Rotten to the core…how could Naruto not remember him? Was The Snake-bastard to blame for it? He probably was…
Sasuke wasn't so sure if he could handle that.
Naruto's going to be there…he's going to be in the same school as me, in the same room as me…the same corridors and fields…in the same town…I can't do this…I can't even believe that he doesn't remember me…that dobe…
For a moment longer, Sasuke contemplated…for all of those 5 years, Naruto had plagued his mind, his dreams, his conscience, thinking about Naruto had always been so painful…I really, really won't be able to do this…I can't…
Sasuke rolled around onto his back, and lifted his arms up to so that they hovered above his face. His black eyes looked at his ivory skinned hands as he willed them to roll down the sleeves of his jacket, revealing the wrists that he kept un-covered, aside from a few black and blue beaded bracelets that he'd accumulated from knowing Hazuki…
There they were, on both wrists now, scars from times when he'd tried to 'help' Naruto…and times when he wanted to free himself from the burdens that had been weighing him down…all of the pain and frustration and that haunting face of the one person he could ever really remember caring for so much, aside from his bother…but Itachi had become the reason for his pain, and so Naruto had more than replaced that place in his heart, the place where Itachi once remained so strongly…yet the hole that was there now…it was the hurt of it all…
Sasuke knew his emotions were all messed up. Seriously messed up, they had been for years…but he'd hadn't thought about it before…not really…what it would be like to die. Just to leave it all behind, to be able to forget about it all…have that weight lifted off his shoulders…
Sasuke laughed at himself. A small bitter laugh. It was so idiotic.
He lowered his arms to his sides and rolled back over again to face the gig-poster.
Suicide, a permanent solution to a temporary problem…Sasuke reminded himself.
The one thing that Itachi had told him over those years that had actually sunk in…four years had gone by since that night, a night when Itachi had pretty much had the fright of his life. Sasuke had never thought he had seen such fear in his brother's eyes before. Even before, when they'd been close…before…before mom and dad were killed…even then, Itachi had been so distant.
That look. That fear in Itachi's eyes made Sasuke realise that Itachi was a real person, with real feelings…but no matter what, Sasuke resented Itachi, hate was too much of a strong word…but he did hate what Itachi had done…taking him away from Naruto, not giving him a chance…just taking him away…leaving Naruto behind…How could Naruto be a temporary problem?
But Naruto's back. He's here, somewhere, in the same town…still living with that damned Snake-bastard somewhere…and he doesn't remember me…
Three knocks on the door signalled to Sasuke that Itachi was coming in. Not Hazuki, she usually talked to him through the door…but Itachi entered the room, being the more silent-type…Sasuke wasn't in the right state of mind to handle him right then…
Itachi entered the room slowly, and closing the door behind him, took a few steps into the mildly tidy room, and spotted Sasuke's figure lying on the bed, his back to him. Itachi noted the soft hue of deep blue that emitted from the lamp that Sasuke had on his desk, and looked around at all of the posters on the wall of bands that he didn't have the privilege of knowing the names of, and smiled slightly - just slightly.
Sasuke wasn't asleep, Itachi knew that well enough, the boy could sleep, but that night, it couldn't be one of those nights. As Hazuki had pointed out, something was indeed amiss with the seventeen-year-old.
Itachi walked further into the room, and settled himself down at the bottom of Sasuke's bed, near his younger brother's feet, and sat looking forwards at the mildly-tidy room ahead of him. At the papers and homework and textbooks, at the neglected games console against the wall, at the TV and desk were still sat a pile of clean clothes ready to be put away, and at the untouched laptop that had probably remained off over the summer. Itachi noted that Sasuke only used it for research purposes.
Sasuke was - with all due respect - a pretty normal teenager. But Itachi knew - and always had known - that Sasuke also had some serious issues. It was a shame, but Itachi had realised a long time ago that Sasuke wasn't phased so much because of what had happened to him, but of what Itachi had done to him. That he'd removed him from the blonde dobe known as Uzumaki, Naruto.
Itachi remembered and knew the name well. It wouldn't be forgotten. Not to him - never to him. The boy that caused Sasuke so much pain and grief. Itachi could hardly forgive himself for bringing such a thing upon his brother, but in the end, Itachi had only been thinking about Sasuke…yet he'd made such a huge blunder…
If only Sasuke could realise what Itachi had done for him. If only Itachi could tell Sasuke the whole truth…but that wasn't to be…not yet anyway, it was still too soon.
"Rough day?" Itachi offered, wondering if Sasuke would take the bait.
Silence continued between them. Itachi remained still, his own black eyes watching the motionless objects of his brother's room, hearing the ticking of a clock although he couldn't actually see where it was.
"Go away." Sasuke retorted, a few moments later.
"Hn…" was Itachi's response. "I think I'll stay for a while."
"Why? Just fuck off somewhere, leave me alone." Sasuke growled his voice low. He didn't want to talk about it, certainly not with him.
"Hazuki-chan will hunt me down if I leave…" Itachi replied with a sort of easy-going tone. "I should stay in here at least half an hour…let you talk it out - if you want to…"
"You're wasting your breath." Sasuke replied instantly. "I'm not going to tell you anything."
"Oh?" Itachi grinned. "So there is something wrong?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes and sighed, feeling the last of tears as they ran across his face and over the bridge of his nose as he was lying down on the bed. He only wanted Itachi to go away. He knew he should have just wondered around for the rest of the night after leaving Shikamaru and Kiba.
"Shove off, asshole." Sasuke grumbled. "Seriously…just go away…I don't want to talk about it…just leave me alone…"
A few moments passed, and after the pause Itachi was on his feet, his back still to Sasuke. Sasuke thought that he had won, Itachi was going to leave. He listened to the footfalls as his brother headed towards the door, and waited for the door to open and close…
"You know, Sasuke," Itachi begun, stood a few feet from the door. "I know you've been through a lot…and I haven't told you this before…but I know some of what you must be going through…" he paused for a moment, thinking through his words carefully. "I know my experiences can't compare to what you must be going through or what you have gone through…but I really want you to know, little brother, that I'm always going to be here. I'm never going to leave you. Ever."
And Itachi was gone, leaving Sasuke alone in his room. And Sasuke sure enough felt the loneliness. A few more tears ran from his cheeks…he didn't want to feel that way anymore…he didn't want whatever was going on…he didn't like that people worried about him…that his brother cared…
Sasuke had an idea…one that he would risk his heart on, it seemed…
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Heat. It surged through his body like a white hot poker, angering all of his senses, sending his mind into an annoyed frenzy. But he was still sleeping wasn't he? He was still comfortable, and lying in a dreamless sleep that was still somehow plagued by memories of Sasuke…that time, of Sasuke's soothing kisses.
He really missed those kisses.
Naruto's body felt relaxed, strong for a change, but his muscles did kind of ache in some places, his hands felt stiff for one, he felt as if he was lying on something soft, but uncomfortable at the same time…
"Naruto-kun's been a bad demon-toy, hasn't he?" The voice had whispered in his ear, followed by a low and all too familiar cackle.
Azure eyes burst open and met with immediately chilling golden eyes and a white face. Naruto gasped and jumped away, falling from whatever he'd been lying on, and hitting a solid floor he looked back up to the being that had been looming over him. Naruto felt his heart lurching and thudding in his head…Orochimaru…
The Snake got up from the bed and walked towards Naruto as he scrambled further away and against the wall, bringing himself up onto his feet, pressing his back against the wooden grain of the wall, he practically loathed the smirk that was on The Snake's face, it told Naruto that Orochimaru was pleased about something that normal people usually wouldn't be so pleased about.
He continued to laugh as he stood ahead of Naruto, forcing him further into the wall. Orochimaru's smirk was painful to look at…Naruto had this horrid sickening feeling at the pit of his stomach, he knew that he had done something to make Orochimaru smirk and laugh like that…but he wasn't so sure that he wanted to know what he'd done…
"Naruto-kun, you've been busy while I was gone." Orochimaru crooned as he gently stroked his fingers along the three faint scars that Naruto had on his left cheek, mimicking the action with the other three on the right. Orochimaru smirked, still getting closer to Naruto. The smirk frightened Naruto, chilled him to the core…that he hadn't even noticed it…
So much…blood…
He could even taste it in his mouth, on his lips. Naruto suddenly balled his hands…what the hell have I done?! What happened? I - I don't remember anything…
"If you wanted blood so badly, all you had to do was ask…" Orochimaru took his hands away, and reached down, taking Naruto's right wrist in his left hand. "Although, I can't say I mind you taking Kabuto's…"
Naruto's azure eyes went wide, staring at his blood drenched hand, suddenly able to feel his body covered in it…and it was everywhere, his bloody hand prints marked the sheets of his once crisp-white bed, his lips were covered in it, it was spattered all over him…Naruto's eyes remained broad, his breath caught in his throat…Kyuubi…the one word that circled in his mind…
Orochimaru laughed again, letting go of Naruto's wrist, but Naruto continued to stare at it, sliding down the wall, his whole body trembled with fear and disgust, he was almost sick at the thought of it…at the thought of the monster that he became whenever Kyuubi took such control…
"I suppose Kabuto-san deserved it." Orochimaru smirked, heading away from Naruto he looked over his shoulder. "But it looks like you went easy on him this time…hmm, shame…" Naruto watched Orochimaru's smirk with fear-filled eyes, eyes that told Orochimaru that Naruto really did belong to him. Naruto cringed, and wrapped his arms around himself, breathing heavily as he rocked back and fore…shaking his head in disbelief…Kyuubi, why did you do this…?
"Get cleaned up quickly, Naruto-kun. You still have school today."
And with that The Snake had gone, leaving Naruto alone in that room, left to his bloodstained thoughts, unable to think properly…unable to hear Kyuubi's thoughts…that demon that lived within him…he could only be thankful that Orochimaru nor Kabuto were even aware of such things…if they knew that Naruto could speak mentally with Kyuubi, then more experiments would be in order…Naruto shuddered at the thought of how much worse it would be if they knew…if they knew that he didn't even remember what had happened…
He trembled again…Sasuke had only been pushed aside for a short time. The moment that Orochimaru had mentioned school, Naruto thought he'd be better off dead. In the state that he was in, without Kyuubi's reasoning to keep him calm…Naruto knew that he wouldn't be able to survive it…not with all of the blood on his mind…
It was hard enough as it was…if only I really did hate Sasuke…things would be better for both of us…
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