Chapter 17: Dramatic Escape

Disclaimer: I no own Naruto, just so you know.

Hey, sorry I've had major writers block. That and college leaves me no time for anything anymore. I want to try and finish this fic and still make it so it doesn't look like a rush job. Hope you all like this chapter!

Sasuke walked into the all familiar kitchen that had once been a death trap for him. He looked around with red glowing eyes as counter tops were wiped clean and utensils never touched for that day. He walked into the main room that held all the dining tables. It was dark even though light filtered through the very top round window. Sasuke looked up and remembered countless nights, he watched Naruto walk around serving people. His eyes cut the air like knives as he glanced around, carefully walking around the neatly made tables.

"Naruto!" he shouted, hearing nothing but his voice echoed through the hall. "LEO!" he hissed, trying again. Nothing answered him and he sniffed the air, trying to catch even a whiff of the blond.

"NARUTOOOO!"

Naruto felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He looked around as Leo's boys led him down a neatly decorated hallway. He didn't know exactly where he was, but it was in a very nice-looking housing district. The three men with him lead him deeper into the house and toward a large picture window. A small table stood there, white as was the chairs. A clean light yellow table cloth covered it as it flowed softly from the breeze from the window. Naruto looked around, confused about the situation.

I always imagined Leo to be more of a slob, especially with his attitude. I wonder, maybe this is his dad's house?

The blond felt the two men behind him leave, and Gerald motioned for him to sit in the chair. Naruto reluctantly followed and sat, smoothing down his work vest. The fine-looking tea set looked new in front of him. His eyes watched as Gerald leaned against a wall next to him and crossed his large arms. Naruto let his gaze wander to the table and picked at the fine cloth with his index finger.

"How much is he paying you?" the small blond dared to ask. Gerald didn't say anything for a moment and heaved a large sigh.

"Enough," he huffed, scratching his face. Naruto looked at him from the corner of his eye, his blond locks falling in front of his face gracefully.

"You know what kind of person Leo is, don't you?" The blond asked. Gerald closed his eyes and chuckled.

"Doesn't everyone here? You know as well kiddo, better than the rest of us," he replied, standing up from the wall and going over to the blond. Naruto nodded and closed his eyes.

"Yeah I do, and do you know how he reacts when anyone says no to him?" Naruto asked him, staring up at him with hard and determined eyes. Gerald was taken back and gave him a challenging look of his own.

"What?" he asked skeptically, crossing his arms. Naruto's eyes lowered, making them look sad and tired.

"He kills them."

Sasuke stopped in the middle of the large room and smelt the air. He scrunched his nose up in confusion as it filtered through the air, it briefly reminded him of the air he smelt in the sewers.

Sewer gas? He wondered. He took a few more daring steps forward and began to grow tired of all this very quickly. He huffed and turned on his heel, heading for the exit.

Outside

One of Leo's boys smiled and got out of his car. He smoothed back his black greasy hair and pulled a match box out of his pocket. He took out a stick and struck it off the box edge. He lit a cigarette dangling from his lips and smiled around it. A suspicious-looking puddle flowed at his feet from the entrance of the kitchen's back door. He bent down, match still lit and gently put it in the puddle. A flow of fire erupted from the puddle and shot straight toward the kitchen of the restaurant. The thug smiled and got into his car and pulled out of the alley way.

"So long lover boy," he laughed, pulling onto the street and out of sight.

Inside

That smell was driving him crazy. His head started to spin, and he nearly fell to one knee. Smoke billowed out from the kitchen, and Sasuke's eyes darted there and widened. He ran across the hall, jumping over tables and chairs, knocking over furniture as he went. He slammed into the door and winced as he realized that it was chained shut from the inside. The lock mocked him, and he growled as he put his hands around it. He pulled and tugged, but the heavy chain wouldn't budge. He kicked the door and panted as the pain shot up his leg. Smoke came in rapidly now and Sasuke tried another door, but it was chained also. He picked up a chair in frustration and slammed it into the door, but it did little good.

"Son of a bitch!" he cursed, running to the kitchen swinging doors. He opened one door and choked as smoke hit him straight in the face. He backed up coughing and waving a hand in front of his face. Flames crawled up the wall next to him, and he hurriedly moved to the center of the room. The floor was soaked with that awful smelling liquid, and he quickly jumped up onto a table. Flames licked up furniture, and his face glowed from the light of the fire. He looked all over and bit his lip when he realized he was in a sea of fire in a matter of just minutes. He used his sleeve to cover his face from the smoke, and his eyes glowing red from frustration were welling up with stinging tears from the heat. He looked around for a final attempt and suddenly remembered something. He looked straight up to the circular window. He grunted as he realized it might be too far from him to reach. He looked for anything to climb on to get up there. In the corner of his eyes, he saw movement. His eyes shot to the high curtains that decorated the walls on the other side. He jumped from the table and ran for it. Heat picked at his ankles as he splashed through more puddles. He jumped and grasped on to the red curtain, pulling himself up, he clenched his teeth and used all his upper-body strength. He felt the fabric starting to tear from the golden pole it rested on to he climbed faster. Remembering his instincts he hissed as he felt his nails grow and dig harder into the thick curtain. His shoes did nothing to help him up as he started sweating from the heat and running low on energy. He managed to get to the top and yelled out as his fingers grasped the now too hot pole. He pulled back his fingers and held on tighter. His red eyes looked to see how far away the window was, if he leapt he could reach it, but on a slim chance. He steeled himself and took a deep breath. He used his feet to hit the wall behind the curtain and launched himself. His hand missed the ledge of the window where the fake plants hung over. He quickly caught it with his other hand and coughed as smoke filled his lungs, making them ache. The floor beneath him looked like hell itself. Sweat poured from his nose and disappeared into the flames. He pulled himself up with one hand and felt along the class, testing how thick it was. He hung on by his hands at least a story up and panted as sweat stung his eyes.

"Here goes nothing!" he yelled. "AHHH!"

He swung his body by his hands and made a powerful pump with his feet. His feet made a crack in the glass, and several pieces crashed to the floor below. He swung himself again and tucked his knees to his chest as his back crashed through the glass. Several shards stung his neck as he looked down and saw himself air born. His inhuman strength pitched him higher than he planned to go. He was outside now and quickly reached a hand out to grab the side of the window and haul himself onto the roof. He panted and crashed onto the hard roof, wiping sweat from his head onto his sleeves. He stood up on shaky and pained filled legs and made his way to the fire escape on the side of the building. He briefly heard sirens through the rush of blood that pounded through his ears. He hit solid ground and quickly left the area, heading for his usual alleyway. Large crashes could be heard as people screamed and pointed to the flames that reached their hot hands toward the sky. He panted and slid down the alley wall, not caring that the brick made his back ache and scratched his hands. He swallowed his build up saliva and waited for his heart beat to slow.

"What a rush..." he whispered, falling to the alley floor.

Kakashi's little legs carried him as fast as they could. His nails made a small scratching sound as he scurried down the sewer tunnel. He yelped as something stopped him by coming down hard on his tail.

"Yipes!" he yelled, looking behind to see what it was. His eyes widened as they traveled up to a foot totally clothed in back holding him securely in place. A sharp-toothed grin looked down at him as he looked up.

"Well at present...You'll never help Sasuke in that tiny form currently will you?" the voice questioned, silver hair falling gracefully into his pale face. Kakashi's minuscule jaw dropped.

"What? How?" he started. The man above him smiled and reached down to pick him up by his tail. Kakashi was suddenly hanging upside down as he stared into nearly cat yellow eyes. "Who the hell are you!" the gray rat squeaked, starting to feel the ache in his back from hanging from his tail.

"Just...A friend," he chuckled, running a finger down the little rat's spine. Kakashi shivered as what felt like hot liquid pulled down his spine. He twitched and squeaked in pain as his spine cracked and grew.

"Ahh...Ah..Uh..AHHH!" he screamed. The man dropped him and watched him thrash on the sewer floor. The man stepped into the shadows after he dropped a bag near the twitching rat.

"You'll need those, good-luck Kakashi," he smiled. He stepped away and left the rat in nothing but silence. Kakashi felt his face melt into his head as it became flat. His ear migrated to the sides of his head as his fur started to disappear. Limbs grew and claws turned into fingers. Silver hair sprouted from his head in a tuff and he suddenly felt cold. He opened his eyes and gasped as he realized he was a lot bigger than when he started out. He lifted his fresh hand to his face and examined it, breathing large amounts of air through his expanding lungs. He stood on shaky feet and hissed as the cold floor went straight through his feet. He ran a hand through his hair and smiled.

"Cool," was all he said. He looked at the bag the mysterious man left behind. He picked it up and dug through it. Blue jeans, green shirt and a pair of brown boots fell to his feet along with socks and a pair of boxers. He shrugged and put them on, slipping on each article of clothing neatly. He smiled and looked down at himself, tapping his feet in his new boots. He stopped and stared dumbly into space.

"Damn it! I'm supposed to be helping Sasuke!" He shouted, voice echoing around the walls. He winced and rubbed his ears; the sound was murder on his overly sensitive hears. He ran down the tunnel and made his way back toward the surface.

"Who the hell was that guy?" He asked himself before finding a man hole cover and emerging back onto the street.

There, I'm going to go watch Resident Evil now, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!