A/N: I got lost on the road of life.
What?
Why are you looking at me like that? It's true. Hmph.
I want to thank all of you who have been checking out my one-shots, especially my new one "Damn Teme". I didn't think that people would like it all that much, but you all proved me wrong.
If you haven't read it, check it out! Now continuing on with the story...
Disclaimer: not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine.
Warnings: May contain spelling and punctuation errors. I apologize.
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Gaara...Gaara...Gaara...
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Naruto sighed for the upteenth time. He couldn't believe he was stuck.
Like literally, stuck.
How he even got into such a situation, he didn't know but he should've known well enough not to be surprised anymore. He was after all, Naruto Uzumaki, king of the unpredictable and disasterous events.
So there he was, minding his own business, enjoying his day off the fullest extent, without Sasuke Uchiha there to ruin his good mood. Because let's face it, Sasuke just being Sasuke would ruin just about anybody's mood, period.
But that's beside the point.
The point being that, at some point, between relaxing and wondering what he was going to eat, he had the sudden amazing idea of looking into the couch for souvenirs.
He used to do it all the time before when he was a kid, so why the hell not?
Later on, when he had gotten himself stuck in between the cushions of the couch he remembered why he never did it anymore.
His now 21 year old body was now very much different from his 10 year old one. Well how was Naruto supposed to know? He didn't make a habit of measuring his body inch by goddamn inch each year.
10 minutes later, still stuck in between the cushions that Naruto dubbed the 'killer cushions', Naruto turned the blame to the owner of the couch.
That's right. Uchiha motherfucking Sasuke.
Naruto sighed again. Twenty minutes and counting. Any more time along and Naruto feared that he would be imprinted forever upon the marrow of the couch.
Naruto closed his eyes and tried to ignore the suffocating feeling that was slowly surfacing.
The cushions really weren't that bad. What Naruto was afraid of wasn't the couch, nor the fact that the fucking Uchiha would probably laugh and point once he saw him. No, what Naruto was afraid of were the memories that always resurfaced whenever he was alone for too long.
Because the truth was, no amount of company could ever make them disappear. And that was the scariest part. Remembering, reliving those painful memories.
Naruto bit the inside of his cheek hard and ignored the metallic taste of blood.
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"You fucking bastard!"
"How dare you show up here!"
Naruto lowered his gaze to the floor out of shame. He knew he shouldn't have showed up but he really had no choice. Where else was he supposed to go? He had nowhere else to go. Nobody would be there waiting for him.
He had nothing. He lost everything.
"Why Gaara even stuck by you, we have no idea. But he's gone now because of you! How dare you show your face after what you did to him!"
Naruto blinked away the oncoming tears. It wasn't his fault. How was he to know? He would go back and change the outcome if he could. He would give up everything just to be able to make everything go back to normal.
He'd do anything to free Gaara.
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Naruto bit his lip as he looked up at the blinking lights of the pawn shop. He knew he shouldn't be here, it could prove to be very dangerous but it was his only choice at the moment. He had to do SOMETHING. The guilt was knawing at him and he couldn't just stand around not doing anything.
It was his fault after all. Always always always.
He took a deep breath, the wind rustling his hair, and grabbed the door. The cold metal chilled his skin, making goosebumps appear. Naruto tightened his thin sweater around him and yanked the door open, almost hitting himself in the face. Setting his face into a glare, he walked up to the man behind the cash register and tried to ignore the inner turmoil going on in his mind.
He squared his shoulders and opened his mouth,"I'm here to see Kakashi."
The man looked up and gave him a quick look over, a sneer appearing on his face.
"Go home boy. This ain't a place for ya."
Naruto narrowed his eyes.
He had come this close. He'd be damned if some fucker tried to stop him now. He'd get the money or damned if he didn't.
He'd get it no matter what.
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Naruto punched the door, his knuckles bleeding.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
After groveling and begging, after all that fucking damn trouble.
How was it possible to arrive to this? How was the money not where he left it?
That money that he sold his life for. That money that was supposed to give him back Gaara!
How the fuck...fuckfuckfuck.
All that pain. His fucking pride. His motherfucking pride was all he had left and now it was gone. And for what? For fucking nothing.
Naruto slid to the floor, his forehead resting on the door. He gave a choked sob and pounded on the door with his closed fists. He ignored the wetness trailing down his scarred cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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The lights were blinding but he didn't care. He didn't mind the darkness nor the bodies that moved against each other. He didn't mind the near orgy nor the smell of smoke, sweat, or sex. He ignored the beckoning calls and headed over to the bar and ordered a drink. He needed the strongest drink they had.
He sat down on the stool and threw his head back as he knocked back his drink. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair and circled the rim of the glass with his slender fingers. He stopped as he felt a hand grab onto his shoulder and he looked over to a man with dreads. He raised his eyebrow, wanting to snicker.
Really, he had never really seen a white man with dreads. Now he knew why. It was slightly ridiculous.
The man smiled, his white teeth glinting in the darkness of the club,"Hey. You got any place to go to? I have a spare room at my place."
Naruto turned away from the man but let the man lead him away.
He had just about given up.
The world was cruel, filled with hatred and misunderstandings.
It wasn't fair nor did he expect it to be so.
Half of him had given up, but that other part; that stubborn part, refused to.
And so he ran far away from the memories. As far away as he could.
He refused to let them ruin him.
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Naruto perked up as he heard the doorknob jiggle. He heard the familiar cursing on the other side of the door and a loud slam.
The blond rolled his eyes. Typical bastard.
He heard the footsteps nearing the living room and he gulped as he heard them stop beside him. He was scared to turn his head. The bastard could always use this as ammunition. Damn him.
Damn him and damn his decision to buy this blasted couch.
It started as a snort. Then he heard the snickers.
"What the fuck are you doing dobe?"
Naruto turned his head as far as he could and glared at the raven. Here he was, stuck, and all the bastard was doing was laughing at him!
"Teme! You can make fun of me later but at least let me out of this thing!" he huffed, his bottom lip sticking out in petulance.
The raven smirked and grabbed Naruto by the arms and hauled him out.
How the hell the idiot got himself stuck in between the sofa cushions, he didn't know. But that wouldn't stop him from giving him hell for it.
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The redhead looked over the crowd of the people. When he didn't spot the bright blond he was looking for he grabbed his bag and walked away. He refused to deal with imbeciles who weren't the one he was looking for.
Where could Naruto be? He had looked everywhere possible but no matter how hard he looked, he came up with nothing.
How was that possible?
He narrowed his green eyes and continued on his way.
He'd find him eventually.
He was sure of it.
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A/N: Eh, that was short. I'm so sorry. You guys must hate me. I disappeared off the planet for a few weeks and then I gave you this shittastic chapter. I'm working on the next one though! I swear! Just let me get through this hectic week of testing and then everything will go back to normal ok?
Also, I really liked some of the reviews that you guys sent me, telling me about your stories They were entertaining!
Please review. Seriously. (sigh)