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愛してる
Naruto let out a nervous laugh as emptied the contents of his sweatshirt pocket into his palm:
A pencil top eraser that he must have found on the floor
A piece of string that had dangling off his sleeve and had finally got his attention this morning
A suspicious piece of candy corn which he had no memory of receiving
And a wooden saber-tooth tiger head, which he got from accidently breaking one of the items in his aunts bobble-head collection and then deciding to sneak it into his pocket before she noticed.
These were not the kinds of things one would consider useful when it comes breaking out of the second floor 42 B supply cabinet.
"Come on Naruto!" He cheered himself on while pressing a big blue eye up to the miscellanies items.
"People get out of rooms without doors and windows using a mirror and a table, you can do this!"[1] The blonde said, a light giggle escaping his lips.
It seemed no matter how bad the situation, Naruto Uzumaki always had a way to make it just a little bit better.
"Maybe I can erase the saber-tooth tiger's fags so he doesn't bite me, use the string as a leash and grab on really tight, then I can throw the candy corn at the door and," Naruto flew a fist out against the entrance creating a booming sound, "boom, he runs into the door, knocking it down, and not only am I free but I have a pet saber-tooth tiger, without fangs, head!" Naruto continued to laugh at his own witty little imagination before sliding his back down the wall.
"Maybe this is why they hate me." Naruto whispered humorously, a strained smile on his face. He knew that wasn't the reason.
There was only so much happiness that could arise from being locked in this type of setting.
It wasn't like it was the first time he received this kind of torment, but right now it just seemed more painful… a lot more.
He had faced Kiba Inuzuca's punching, kicking and shoving too many times to count. He would jab him in the hallway, slam him against walls, and beat him to a pulp in the locker rooms, Choji would often hold down his arms, while the muscular brunette would take rapid strikes to his chest.
In one particularly bloody altercation when God somehow decided to spite the poor blonde for some reason unknown (probably breaking his aunt's bobble head), Naruto and Kiba just happened to be in the same bathroom, at the same time, completely and utterly alone.
He winced at the memory, involuntarily catching his ribs. Although the abuse was horrid, he was a fast healer and in the morning the bruises were often hardly visible.
Then there was Ino, who was devilish with her snide remarks and constantly seemed to instigate feuds. She soon was joined up with Sakura, which made him a little weak thinking back when actually use to be friends in elementary school.
Her and Sakura did a particularly nasty joke on Valentines day, leaving a beautifully decorated card in his locker that told him to meet the mystery admirer that day at three.
Naruto really blamed himself for not knowing better with that one.
Neji Hyuga was brilliant, an ass but totally brilliant. It wasn't until he became friends with Kiba and the others did the bullying begin.
Neji would trip him occasionally, but that was the only physical contact the two ever made before this morning. Instead the longhaired male would tell him things… awful things that would make him doubt coming to school the next day.
They were generic statements, and although they festered Naruto's mind each morning, noon and night, he did all he could to not find connection between himself and these statements. He was just a bully, Naruto concluded, and he never really meant that kind of hate coming from his lips, or so he had previously thought.
Then there was Shikamaru Nara… he didn't actually do much. He was more of a, sit and watch, type.
He did put something in his drink one time; a sort of thing that made Naruto vomit grotesquely in front of everyone… they filmed it too, which didn't exactly make his day.
It was just a prank in Naruto's eyes, no real harm done.
He never thought much of fighting back, sometimes he may just push away or roll his eyes at the group's torment, but he couldn't find reason to go as far as get any sort of retaliation. He actually sort of liked them.
He could see himself friends with that group, and the thought of them actually taking the time to surround him most days and pay so much attention to his being actually brought him some sort of happiness.
There was only one person, Naruto use to conclude, that didn't fit this game. One person named Sasuke Uchiha.
It was evident in everything he did, the glares, the looks of disapproval and snide comments, that Naruto wasn't particularly favored in his eyes. Sasuke wasn't with the popular crowd. He could easily be, but he appeared extremely uninterested, which baffled Naruto immensely, for the desire to be in with them, gave reason for putting up with their punishments.
The thing about Sasuke was he never seemed to care as much as the rest did about going after Naruto, and in the blonde's twisted mind: the less he cared the more distaste he presented.
Naruto was the one person it seemed, who did not see perfection seeping out the Uchiha's rear-end.
Physically yes, the bastard was a pretty, but mentally? Naruto could see the broken ends.
The first day they meet, Naruto had been intrigued. He couldn't find the reason why, but there was something about him that just seemed to allure the other.
Naruto presumed to follow Sasuke around for the better part of two years.
One day, when Naruto was feeling particularly stalker-like, he got the guts to trail the teen home. He was unsurprised when Sasuke nonchalantly walked into the grand entrance of his mansion, which was nearly as huge as his head.
The only thing that surprised Naruto was the second the Uchiha's feet hit the ivory floor he sprinted into a bedroom, Naruto following from outside watched from a glass window.
Sasuke threw himself onto the comforter, his fingers hugging a pillow tightly to his face. Naruto remembered as he moved closer to the window, his mouth ajar with shock. Sasuke's legs were shaking as he began clawing apart at the fabric. His voice was loud and painful, letting out the hisses that could only be found in nightmares. It was something unbelievable actually.
Something happened after that, something that drew that line of hatred. Two pairs of eyes met. His captivated blue ones clashed with Sasuke's red blurry emotion filled set through the glass.
The second they saw each other Naruto felt his blood drain; his legs shaking and uncooperative as he fell backwards. Gasping for breath and his mind flashing, he got up and ran away from the other's home as fast as he could.
Sasuke was more beautiful then he ever believed.
He saw something he was never supposed to see. No one was, yet Naruto felt some sort of bliss from being that one and only. He saw past a facade much like his own.
Ever since then, Naruto gave Sasuke a reason to hate. There was so much similarity between them, as a rivalry for whom could wear a better mask arose. For some reason, there was nothing the blonde wanted more then to see that other side of Sasuke again… but his chances of doing so were slim simply because of the apparent abhorrence he clearly felt for Naruto.
And he use to think he was the only one.
He never thought Kiba, and the rest of them hated him. He didn't know what their reason would be. Today he found out differently.
This morning he woke up with that same happy smile pinned on his face, a spring forced in his step as he came through the school doors, immediately greeted by Sakura and Ino, who began there idle chitchat with him then walking him to second floor hallway.
He should not have fallen for their trap, but the idea of being close with such bubbly girls made the front lobe of his brain falter.
Before he knew it the girls backed away, Kiba, Shikamaru, Neji and Choji appearing notoriously from the room across the hall. Only then did he recognize the situation he faced. Sakura and Ino stood guard as each of the guys took turns brutalizing him.
It hurt badly. He could still feel their kicks tearing at already open wounds, their fist colliding with already bruised flesh, and their heavy hands connecting with already damaged bones. Yet, he was elated that the six of them were coming together just for him.
He thought there was nothing that deep that they could hate about him. He put the effort in to appear as happy as he could be. He made sure to always paint a smile on his face. He never told anyone anything that might get the others in to trouble. He tried so hard to be someone that was un-hateable. But sadly, they bore the emotion either way.
After Naruto was broken and bruised, Shikamaru pulled out a key he likely stole from a janitor, unlocking the closet door behind them. He held it open as they pushed him inside, Kiba taking one final bash to his cheek as they did so.
Soon the door slammed shut, Naruto's head lying on the cold floor, blood splitting from his bottom lip.
The blonde idly touched his swelling bottom lip; he could still hear their voices echoing in his head…
"What a perfect scene," Neji said lightly, "Naruto Uzumaki, is in the closet!"
Sakura let out a loud laugh as Ino began shouting as well, "When are you gonna come out of the closet, gay boy?"
"I bet if we leave him in there long enough, he'll use the cleaning broom to fuck himself." Neji hissed, the grin on his face was apparent through his words.
"That's freaking disgusting!" Choji's big-bellied laugh carried itself fully.
"Long enough?" Ino yelped again, clearly enjoying making the pinkette squeal with laughter, "I give him five minutes!"
It was then the bell sounded, the patter of feet signaling the start of the day, as Shikamaru ordered the others it was time to go.
Through Naruto's throbbing head did he hear most everyone leave but Kiba and Neji who stood against the door.
"We should go man, where gonna get in a shit load of trouble if we're late."
Neji didn't respond to Kiba's comment but instead pressed his lips closer to the crack in the door and said in a voice just loud enough for Naruto to hear,
"I hope you die in there you, fucking faggot." The venom in his voice gave off something the blond never knew existed. Something so hateful and horrid he wanted shrivel up and obey him.
They thought he was gay.
They never had any underlying affection as the blonde once believed they had.
They simply wanted him to suffer.
Naruto, forced out breath he never knew he held. He locked his arms around his legs and curled up against the back wall of the supply closet.
He didn't want to leave so much anymore…
愛してる
A/N: Depressing chapter I know, but its very necicary LO SIENTO PLEASE REVIEW I NEED REVIEWS I EAT THEM! (┌ﾟдﾟ)┌
[1]- You are stuck in a room with no windows or doors. a solid room. The only things in this room are a mirror and a table. how do you escape?
Look in the mirror, see what you saw, take the saw, cut the table in half, put the halves together to make a whole, crawl through the hole and make your escape.