Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto.
On Friday evening, Kiba comes over. Uninvited, as always. "What have you guys been up to?" he asks upon entrance. "Touchin' tips?"
"You're hilarious," Sasuke says dryly and Kiba winks in response.
"We weren't doing anything like that," I add. "We were just talking." Which is true!
"Everyone thinks it's pretty weird," he continues, "but at the same time everyone kind of thinks that you guys were always gay for one another and that's why you were such assholes to each other."
"Hardly," I mutter. The whole thing was the slowest progression. It was definitely not love at first sight.
"So," Kiba claps his hands together, "Let's do something."
"Like…?" I trail off expectantly.
"Up to you," he says. "It's your house."
I press my lips together in thought before shrugging and saying, "Let's watch a movie, then."
The three of us relocate to the basement. The two of them sit on opposite ends of the sofa while I suggest movies. We finally settle for Disturbia and I sit in the middle, separating them both.
When the movie is over, Kiba checks the time on his phone. "I should head home," he says. "My parents are going to get pissy if I miss dinner."
"Fair enough," I say.
"I should leave as well," Sasuke adds.
"Want me to walk you?" I offer.
"Sure," he accepts with a tired sort of smile and Kiba watches the exchange of words silently.
The three of us go back upstairs and slip into our shoes before leaving. We start down the street, chattering away the entire time. When we reach Sasuke's driveway, I give him a brief kiss and we part.
"See yah, princess," Kiba waves.
"Dog," Sasuke retorts before disappearing inside.
I shake my head, but I'm glad Sasuke and Kiba aren't attacking each other anymore. They're probably doing it for my sake, but I'm thankful either way.
"I'll walk the rest of the way with you," I tell Kiba.
"Thanks," he winks at me.
I stare up at the sky. It's getting dim, but the weather is just as mild as ever. I take my cellphone out of my pocket and text Sasuke to make sure he's feeling fine. I can't really ask him things like that and expect an honest answer when Kiba is around. Besides, before he barged in we were talking about some pretty heavy stuff – mainly Sasuke's self-worth… or lack thereof. Itachi has also returned home, but Sasuke says he seems fine again, which is relieving. He said that Kisame has been taking him out a lot and they've been doing normal things. Normalcy is good. Kisame has taken a leave from work in lieu of taking care of Itachi. I guess it's true… he really does love him.
"So, where's Hinata today?" I ask once I finish typing the message.
"She's off with Ino and Sai," he says with a forlorn sigh. "They're working on some boring final project for their art class."
"Dull," I add my two cents.
"I'll say," he agrees.
Me and Kiba never really had talent when it came to art. We mostly just fucked around in first year art class. When it was time to sculpt, we both made dicks out of clay. The teacher didn't find it as funny as we did. We both passed the class with D's and the teacher suggested we take another route in the future – one less artistic.
To be frank, I lack talent when it comes to most things. I don't really know what I'm good at. I guess sports are where my talents lie, though it's frustrating. I wish I had talent for something more useful and practical.
I check my phone, but Sasuke still hasn't replied. He never does this. "Something doesn't feel right," I murmur, pocketing my phone once more.
"Huh?" Kiba asks.
I put a hand on my stomach. "I feel uneasy."
My Sasuke-senses are tingling in a bad way.
"Why?" Kiba snorts back a laugh. "Because it's been five minutes and your boy hasn't texted back? Don't be pathetic, dude."
"I'm not," I insist. "He always texts back fast when he's not doing anything important."
Kiba rolls his eyes at me. "Loser, he's fine. Stop worrying. We watched him go inside."
"His brother is home again," I reveal somewhat tersely. "Mikoto is so fucking determined to take care of them herself that she's blind to the danger of it."
"He's fine," Kiba insists again.
I let out a sigh, relenting. "You're right," I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose. I need to stop all the worrying. It's giving me a headache.
"So," Kiba starts, "What were you guys doing before I got there?"
"Talking," I say. "I already told you."
"Just talking?" His eyes narrow as he turns to glance at me.
"Yeah," I murmur.
"Did I interrupt something important?" he asks.
"Kind of," I admit.
"My bad, bro," he says, not sounding like he understands the severity of it all.
"It's fine," I tell him, "but honestly, dude, start announcing your visits."
He smirks slightly. "Yeah, I don't really want to walk in on you guys doing the do. I saw enough of Sasuke to last a lifetime. I really don't need to see your dick in his ass."
I can't help but chuckle. "You know, I bottomed once."
Kiba's jaw drops and he lets out a loud cackle of disbelief. "You kidding?"
"No, I'm serious," I insist and he continues laughing, which begins to piss me off. "Dude, what the fuck? It's not even funny."
"Well, all right, all right," Kiba says, holding up his hands. "It's no big D, man. I once let Hinata peg me. I'm not really into that, but hey, I'll try anything once."
I snicker at that. "Wow."
"She can be quite the little dominatrix," Kiba comments dreamily. "She's pretty hot when she gets like that."
"Hard to imagine," I admit with a slight smile.
I continue to walk Kiba home. He insists on taking the scenic route, which is twice as long. Nonetheless, I don't complain. He's right. I'm being pretty pathetic and worrying over nothing. I need to stop.
Soon enough, we near the town borders and spot his farm. I tell him I'll see him soon and he waves me off, walking up his long, dirt-road driveway.
I shove a hand in my pocket and grab my phone, checking it. Still nothing. I let out a sigh, putting it back. Maybe I'll just… check on him on my way back… just in case. There's no harm in it, right?
By the time I reach Sasuke's house, I knock once before letting myself in. Before I even have time to announce my arrival, I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head and my vision wavers before blackening.
When I come to, I'm in the Uchiha's kitchen with my hands tied to the a cupboard handle. "Hey!" I shout loudly, trying to wriggle free but to no avail. The knot is tight and my wrists are already burning. "HEY!" I shout again, raising my voice even further. I sit up and stare at every inch of the room, but it's clear I'm alone.
A moment later, I hear footsteps approaching. Part of me expects to see Itachi, but I don't. The person who rounds the corner is much worse than Itachi could ever hope to be.
Orochimaru.
"Shit," I hiss. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"
He smiles perversely. "The cops are looking for me," he says evenly, kneeling down to look at me. "I've been on the run… You see, you've made things quite inconvenient for me lately with your little confession."
"How'd you know about that?" I ask, gritting the words out.
"Sasuke told me," he explains. "Well… with little words. He trusts you, though. Who else would he have told? If he didn't tell, then that leaves you."
I bring my teeth over my bottom lip and don't say a damn word. I need to think. For once, I need to be smart because my life depends on it. Maybe Sasuke's life depends on it, too. "Where's Sasuke now?"
"Don't worry about him," Orochimaru says. He reaches a hand forward and touches my cheek. "You were my least favorite student."
"I know," I mutter. "You failed me."
He gives me a light slap in the face before standing up. He delivers a particularly hard kick to my side and I let out a hiss, groaning in pain.
He leaves the room a second later and returns with duct tape. He rips off a piece and puts it over my mouth, silencing me. "There," he says, crouching in front of me. "That'll shut that big mouth of yours."
Fuck.
FUCK.
"You know," he continues, "if it wasn't for you, I'd still have him where I want him."
I don't need to ask who he's referring to… not that I'd be able to. He's talking about Sasuke.
"You made him think he deserves better… better than me," he spits out the word like it tastes bad and grabs a handful of my hair, forcing me to sit up and look him in the eye. "I'm going to ruin you," he hisses. He lets go of my hair and cups a hand over my crotch before tightening his grip. "I'll ruin the both of you. I'll ruin you so you leave and I'll ruin him so he stays." A second later, he lets go of me and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I shudder and he stands up, leaving the room.
It's quiet now. Too quiet and I have so many fucking questions I feel like I'll go insane.
I don't know how long I'm sitting here, trying and failing to free myself, but soon enough I hear Sasuke start screaming. I've never heard him scream like that before. It's loud and it's pained and it's desperate. It reminds me of the way a trapped animal sounds when it's attacker is closing in and it knows it's in its last moments.
No… This can't happen. It can't happen. I struggle, trying hard to free myself but the rope is tied tight. My wrists are burning.
"Please, please, no," I hear Sasuke's voice grow frantic and louder, as if he's getting closer. He sounds scared. It's something I'm not used to hearing in his tone.
I feel my heart palpitating in my chest. No more than a minute later, Sasuke is dragged into the room. His clothes are in disarray, but they're still on. Thank God. Sasuke simply stares at me. His cheeks are damp and there's shame written on every inch of his expression. I wish I could assure him, but I can't. Orochimaru stands behind him before wrapping his arm around Sasuke's midsection and letting his hand travel into his pants. "I'm going to fuck you!" he hisses into Sasuke's ear. "I'm going to fuck you in front of your friend and show him what a whore you are."
Sasuke tries to pry the hand away, but he's not strong enough. He lets out a humiliated sob, still staring at me. "I'm sorry," his voice breaks as his psycho stalker begins feeling him up beneath his clothes.
I feel dizzy, nauseous and angrier than I ever thought was possible – angrier than I've ever felt before. I grit my teeth and let out an inhuman sound. I know the rope is probably ripping my skin, but I don't even feel any pain. It should hurt. I know it should, but I'm too angry to feel anything else.
Anger.
Just anger.
I free my bloody wrists and stand up, ripping the tape off my mouth.
"GET OFF OF HIM!" I scream hoarsely as I approach them. I grab the back of Orochimaru's shirt and rip him away from Sasuke. A split second later, I'm knocked to the floor. The pervert kicks me in the stomach, knocking the wind right out of me.
"Stop…" Sasuke whispers, taking a step back.
I collect myself and stand up, hurling my fist into Orochimaru's ugly mug. My knuckles crack across his face and it feels fucking good. "I'll kill you!" I scream at him. "I'll fucking kill you, I swear!"
His nose starts bleeding, but he doesn't falter. He looks amused.
"I swear…" I whisper numbly. "I'll kill you."
Orochimaru lets out a dark chuckle. "Why, kid? Why stick your nose into shit that is none of your damn business?" he asks.
"I love him," I say.
"Too bad I got there first," he smirks. "You know what they say – you always remember you first. I'll always be inside of him. Even when you fuck him, I'll be there. He might try to force me to the back of his mind, but I'll still be there trying to push my way back. You need to fuck him like you hate him. He likes it like that."
Sasuke backs into the corner of the room and sinks to the floor, simply staring at us. A moment later, he closes his eyes and clasps his hands over his ears.
"Liar," I bite out.
His smirk widens. "Oh, how he moaned for me…"
I punch him in the face again. This time, he doesn't expect it. He falls backwards and I jump onto his chest, continuing to whirl my fists at him. I don't stop, even after my hand grows numb and my knuckles start to bleed.
"Naruto…" I hear Sasuke say my name. He sounds faraway. His voice wavers, but I can't find it in me to stop. It's like I'm mesmerized by the chaos. "Naruto, please…"
Still, I don't stop. I can't. I'm panting by now. I don't even know how many times I hit him, but soon enough a new voice interrupts –
"Naruto!" Itachi yells my name as he appears in the kitchen archway, snapping me out of my current trance. "Stop!"
I get off of Orochimaru and sit on the floor, feeling heavy. I let out a long breath, looking at the damage I inflicted. His face is fucked up, but I can't find it in me to even cringe. I feel… almost relieved.
"You don't belong here," Itachi accuses, dropping his shopping bags.
Orochimaru purses his lips at the older Uchiha in a condescending manner. "Oh?" he asks, rising to his feet and wiping the blood from his face. "And what are you going to do about it?"
"You should be afraid," Itachi says, sauntering into the kitchen and opening a drawer. "Everyone else is." He picks up a butcher knife and wields it before unceremoniously driving it into Orochimaru's chest. He shouts out in pain, wide-eyed, and blood gurgles out from between his pale lips. In a matter of seconds, he's back on the ground.
I stand there, slack-jawed. "Shit…" I murmur.
A moment later, Kisame enters the door. "I told you to wait –" he starts, only to cut himself off once he sees what happened. "What the hell did you do?" He whispers the question.
Itachi ignores his presence. "Pick yourself up," he demands, looking at his little brother. "You're all right now. You'll be fine once he's gone."
Sasuke stands slowly, watching Itachi carefully as if he's afraid of what he'll do next. But he doesn't do anything. He simply turns away, picks up his bags and goes back upstairs.
"Call the cops," Kisame instructs before following him, leaving me and Sasuke alone with the mess.