WARNING: Very brief scene of attempted child molestation, just a little bit, nothing graphic.
The rating changed, by the way, did you notice? XD
(02START)
July 23 20XX
8:12pm
The book was perfect.
Sasuke had started reading it the moment he saw it in his room. He didn't see anyone on the way which was just as good since he didn't want to be told to go back out there. To that stupid party, a party that didn't even involve him.
So Karin had been wrong, that was too bad. Sasuke didn't hate her for that. She just didn't know better. That excuse did not apply to him, though, since he knew better, since he should have expected something like this.
After all, everything in this house was always about Itachi.
Maybe a part of him deep down had already known. Maybe that was why he didn't feel the all consuming anger or sadness he expected. He just felt numb all over. Which Sasuke supposed was a good thing or else he would have been bawling by now.
From his room, he could still hear the noises from the garden. It distracted him sometimes from his wonderful read. He would have to thank his scarred teacher again later. Maybe tomorrow if he had the chance.
He'd been gone an hour, maybe longer, but no one has come running to look for him. They were too engrossed in their own world to notice one little boy slipping past. Kiba and the others didn't even call out to him when they saw Sasuke leaving the garden. They, too, were busy being happy kids.
But Sasuke was okay with that. They didn't need him anyway. Kiba only played with him because he was cool, Neji was an ass-and will continue to be until the end of eternity- and they weren't really friends, anyway. He noticed that Shikamaru wasn't in attendance. Maybe because he found it too troublesome to go.
His parents on the other hand were too busy mooning over their perfect son. Itachi must have been carted off for show the whole time. Well, good for him. That's what he gets for being sooo perfect. They didn't even want him, or so he gathered from his father's speech. Itachi was all they'd asked for and there was nothing else they needed, not another son who couldn't measure up to their high standards.
Well if they didn't need him, then Sasuke didn't need them, too.
And that was when the idea struck him.
It hit him so hard the impact made him just stand dumbfounded there in the middle of his room.
If they didn't want him then he just had to go away. It would make his parents happy and it would make Sasuke happy, too. He didn't think he could stay here anymore, not with them constantly rubbing in his face how unwanted he was.
But where was he going to go?
He didn't want to live with Kiba, they weren't friends anymore. Neji was totally out of the question because he would definitely tattle on Sasuke the moment he learned of Sasuke's plan. He could go to Ino's but that would count as being married in the girl's book so definitely not. Shikamaru? He was a friend and he wouldn't tatlle on Sasuke and he would never assume anything about marriage so he guessed it was okay.
The next question was; how was he going there?
He couldn't ask any of the drivers, obviously, or the maids. He couldn't just walk there from here, it was too far and Sasuke didn't know the directions. Sasuke contemplated his dilemma. Walking to the window, he wondered if he could ask Karin for help. Sasuke thought it was worth a try, maybe. Looking out, he saw a truck parked outside. He assumed that it was one from the catering. Two people were loading empty crates at the back.
This was just perfect.
Grabbing his now favorite book on the bed, he walked out of his room, looking left and right to see if anyone was around. The house was relatively empty, save for a couple of maids walking to the kitchen and back out. He avoided them easily enough and he got to the stairs with ease. He wondered if he should get money, but decided against it. It would take time to get and he wasn't even sure where to get some. He'll just ask Shikamaru and then pay him when he gets a job.
The back door was more crowded, since this as where the maids entered from the garden. He hid behind a tower of boxes and waited until the coast was clear, then he dashed out the door and bumped straight into Karin.
"And where have you been, mister?" She asked sternly, hands on her hips. Sasuke started sweating, heart beating a mile a minute.
"Uhmm…around?" He stammered. He wanted to bit himself for that. Now Karin knew he was up to something.
"Uh huh, and were you anywhere near the cake when you were around?" What, cake, what? Caught off guard by the question, Sasuke just nodded his head and hoped for the best.
"I knew it." Karin tsk. She pinched Sasuke's cheek. "Hands off the cake, Sasuke, you have to wait your turn."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy. Now off with you."
Sasuke didn't need to be told twice. He couldn't help the relieved bark of laughter that escaped him. Lucky! Now all he had to do was look for that truck. It didn't take long since it was parked just below Sasuke's room and that wasn't very far from the back. He deflated slightly when he saw no one. Now what? He had planned on asking the driver to take him to Shikamaru. He'll just say that he was going there to give the boy a birthday cake. He smacked himself lightly. He had no cake! What was he going to do now?
He walked to the back of the truck and found the door open. He looked inside. It was full of boxes that smelled of the drink his father always drank at night. Sweet and sour at the same time. The inside wasn't cold and it wasn't too hot either, just the right temperature.
Sasuke yawned. It was probably getting late, and the sounds from the party were getting quieter and quieter. Maybe it was almost over. Then he'll just have to wait here.
Putting down the book on the floor of the trunk, he placed both his hands on it too, putting all his weight on it and pulling his tiny feet up. When he was up, he collected the book and walked to the front, sitting on the floor behind the stacks of crates. The lights from the house and the garden hurt his eyes.
He closed his eyes and yawned again. Now he'll just have to wait. He was sure it wouldn't take long since the party was already ending and the men would be here soon.
He'll just close his eyes a minute.
(02)
The sound of voices woke Sasuke from his sleep. At first he thought it was Karin, trying to wake him up for school. A second later, he noticed that the voices were deeper and he wasn't in his bed. It was too hard where he was lying. When he opened his eyes and saw complete darkness, he almost started panicking. He grabbed hold of his book and struggled to calm his breath.
Where was he?
There was a loud creaking noise, of metal doors being pulled open and Sasuke remembered the party, and his room, and Karin, and then his plan.
Two men were talking to each other. They still haven't noticed Sasuke and one was telling the other to 'leave it. It's late. We'll do it tomorrow.'
The men were already gone when Sasuke's brain kicked in. No! He had to talk to them. He had to go to Shikamaru.
Sasuke, book still in hand, walked slowly to the door. His body was still sleep addled and he still yawned every few seconds. It was too bright outside, and there were a lot of car noises. He assumed that the guests were already leaving.
When he stepped out of the truck, trying not to fall on his bum when he jumped out, he took a look around and froze. For the first time, true fear slid down his back and settled uncomfortably on his stomach.
He wasn't at his house.
He wasn't anywhere near his house.
His breath started to come out in swift pants and his knees were going weak on him. The sound of his heart beat grew louder and louder in his head and his vision was growing dark. Cold sweat was forming all over his body and Sasuke, acting on instinct, had to bite his arm until it bled a little to calm himself down. This was no time to panic. He had to think first.
Where was he? He had to find out where he was. All the panicked thoughts, Sasuke shoved at the back of his mind and he tried to think rationally. He was at a warehouse and his view of the outside form the large, opened doors, told him that he wasn't anywhere near the vast forest that surrounded their house. From the sounds he could hear, he concluded that he was in the middle of town or a city.
His house was nowhere near any city.
Taking one, two and then a third deep breath; he walked to the opened doors. He had to find someone and then he'll ask for directions. A loud sound echoed inside the warehouse and the lights started to go off one by one. Sasuke eeped and made a run for the large metal doors. He tripped and his legs gave out. He stood up quickly and was out the door just as the warehouse turned dark.
He looked down on himself, huffing quick breaths that he could see due to the cold. His shorts were torn a little, he had a scratch on his right knee and his white shirt was dirty all over. Karin would have his head when she sees this. At least the book was still intact.
"Hey, you there! What are you doing?"
Oh good, someone was still here. He didn't know what time it was so maybe he could ask the man somewhere he could sleep for the time being. He was still a little tired both from sleep and the mad run he just did but adrenaline made him quite alert and fidgety. When Sasuke turned around to ask just that, his brows furrowed in confusion at seeing the man stomping closer to him, face scrunched up in anger, holding what looked to be a long and thick piece of wood. He was brandishing it wildly, if a little drunkenly, and was shouting obscenities in Sasuke's direction.
"You bloody rats! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away! I'll fucking break your bones, damn brat! You-."
Sasuke didn't wait for the man to finish his rant. He didn't even try to talk some sense into him. He just started running in the opposite direction with no destination in mind but away. That man was crazy! Did he not recognize Sasuke? And he called him a rat! And he swore, too! Sasuke was really scared. He was already starting to feel angry with himself. Too weak to do anything by himself, too weak to fight. He found the gate that led outside of the ground. He didn't recognize the place and wherever this was, Sasuke was starting to get the feeling that it was far-too far what was he going to do how can he go back-from home. There was no time to think though; he could still hear the man's angry words. Running was the only good thing he could do now, running and not getting killed by the mad man.
Sasuke ran straight ahead, hoping at the end of this dark alley, there would be some form of salvation.
Everything went crazy from there. He didn't know how it happened, one moment he was running then the next he was flat on his back, a car parked haphazardly next to him in the middle of the street, and the back of his head was throbbing. The man behind the wheel was screaming himself red. There was a split second when his heart stopped beating; when the world stopped spinning on its axis and Sasuke's brain halted all action. Everything paused and when his mind told him to move, stupid, MOVE, as if in slow motion, everything started moving again. He stood up and ran like he never did before. More angry words were thrown at him as he dashed between pedestrians. He didn't stop to say sorry. He didn't stop to take a breath and he didn't stop to look behind him. If he did the man with the wood was going to break his bones and the angry man in the car would run him over for good.
He didn't want to stop, there was no telling what would happen to him if he did, but a lifetime after-it felt like it- his trembling legs gave a final weak step and he was down. Down on his knees in an unknown place with no one around. He looked around blankly. His feet had taken him to an empty courtyard, if it could be called that. It was just really an empty lot surrounded by morose looking buildings with lots and lots of junk scattered about. He didn't want to be out in the open. There were people after him. Sasuke crawled and crawled until he found safety behind a smelly rubbish bin. He looked up and found the stars winking down at him.
Sleep, they said, sleep and it will all go away.
So he did.
(02)
Sasuke woke up and fervently wished he hadn't. It was a miracle he even managed to have the bit of rest he did. He had tossed and turned last night in his sleep, trying to find comfort in the unyielding ground and the muscles of his legs hurt like crazy. Upon examining himself he found the scratch on his knee had turned a nasty red and purple, the bite on his arm was stinging, there was a rather large lump behind his head and he was also cold. He couldn't even move a muscle, he felt so stiff. Sometime last night he had lost his left shoe and there were blisters on his foot. All he could do was sit there and try not to cry.
He didn't want to think of home, of his father and mother, of Itachi and Karin. Later but not now. If he did then he would probably die from misery. Right now he had to be strong. This was a mistake made from his decision. He was old enough to be responsible for his actions, and he wouldn't cry.
Unbidden, a few tears swept down his cheek and he wiped it away furiously. When he put his hand back down he saw his book on the ground next to him. By some sort of miracle, he didn't drop it on his mad dash to safety. From now on until he got back home, this would be his treasure.
His stomach grumbled and Sasuke paled. He was hungry. After all the running he did last night it was only natural to feel so but now wasn't the time to be hungry. He didn't know where to find food and he didn't have any money. But if he didn't eat, he was going to die.
Was he going to die?
Before the panic could take root in his bones, sounds of laughter broke in his thoughts. He tried to be as small as possible, hoping for the bin to hide him from view.
"No, you fuck. It was the other way around. He punched me in the face and I kicked his balls."
Laughter from the same person followed these words and Sasuke frowned. The voice was that of a child, but there were a lot of things wrong in that sentence. It was bad to say the f-word, Itachi had told him, and Sasuke could never say balls in that context aloud without blushing.
Whoever the parents of these kids were, they were doing a bad job of it. Even Kiba would never use those words aloud.
He curled in on himself when the kids, now in clear view, all four of them, got too close to his hiding spot. The bin was tucked in the corner so if they spotted him, there was nowhere to run.
"That's so mean, Naruto. He didn't even do anything to you." A girl, with dirty pink hair, chided. A blond kid, much smaller than the girl from Sasuke's view, scratched his nose.
"Well, he was annoying you. And I just said his eyebrows were super ugly." He sounded completely unapologetic. "'sides, Gaara broke his nose, too, s'why am I the only one getting scolded?"
The redhead beside the blond snorted but didn't say anything. He had the same hairstyle as the blond, spiking every which way, and he had no eyebrows. Sasuke wondered why no one seemed to want to say something about that.
"Well, Gaara's diff'rent. And you're really ugly."
"Whaaaat?"
"'s true, you're ugly, Naruto."
Sasuke noticed that the third boy in their group wasn't saying anything. He wasn't even looking at his friends, even as the Naruto kid pushed the pink haired girl so hard she fell on her bum. In fact, the kid was looking in Sasuke's direction. Sasuke couldn't see anything under the sun glasses he wore but he could just tell that the kid was looking at him. Sasuke started sweating. He felt for his legs and concluded that he wouldn't be able to take one step from the way they hurt.
The redhead noticed the third boy's inattentiveness. He opened his mouth to probably ask what the matter was.
"You brats! Time to work!" A loud voice bellowed and Sasuke jumped. His back hit the bin and it made a hollow sound. Luckily, no one noticed since they too were just as surprised.
"Fucking stupid Zabuza." Naruto said as they walked away. Sasuke caught a glimpse of a tall man slugging the blond in the head before they were gone. He heaved a sigh of relief.
His stomach grumbled again, and there was no escaping the fact that he had to move at some point. He took a deep breath, hands finding some support as he tried to stand. Slowly, slowly he managed to pull himself up right and stay there without falling down again. He found that his legs could support him and it wasn't really hurting too bad now that he was using it. He walked out of his hiding place making sure that it was deserted. No one was around, kids or otherwise. He counted that as a good thing. He didn't want to get mixed in with those kinds of people. He wasn't like those dirty looking kids, he was just lost. In the back of his mind he wondered if his parents were looking for him.
Maybe not.
Sasuke didn't know the exact time but he assumed maybe it was about past nine in the morning. A few minutes later, he found himself in a street. The houses still looked desolate and the people around were mostly just standing around in groups but there were some who looked like passersby. Those people were easy to spot. They were the ones who didn't look too scary and were walking too fast and looking over their shoulders too often.
Instead of finding food, Sasuke decided to find out where he was. He had to start somewhere if he ever wanted to get back home. Even the thought of that word made Sasuke feel like something was stuck in his throat.
Looking around, he found no blonds or redheads or pinkheads. He was curious to know where those kid lives and what work they do. Why were they working anyway? Weren't they going to school?
He tried to put it out of his mind, but putting it out means thinking of other things and maybe he just had to stop thinking at all. Just ask for directions and then go. Where? Away, away from this scary place.
And Sasuke was really scared. He was taking deep breaths every few seconds and his palms were sweaty. The panic was just lurking behind him, waiting to grab him with cold hands. He could feel it. But he could fight it, too, he would. There was nothing to do but fight and then…and then survive.
words that should never have been thought of by a child
Sasuke stayed away from the adults. They were the scariest of them all. Some, about Itachi's age, were only talking with each other and passing around things in small packs. The adults though, were like rabid dogs, like the man from last night. They were all very quiet, eyeing everyone who was passing their group. Sasuke was about to ask the man walking quickly with a briefcase just like his father's when one of the groups of adults stood up as one as the man passed them. Sasuke couldn't see the man's face but he saw how the man's shoulder tensed so badly and how the man took longer strides.
A few steps away and the man started running. The group of scary men followed.
Something cold trickled down Sasuke's spine. He was a child but he wasn't too naïve. He had to get out of here.
Sasuke walked in a sedate pace, trying not to attract attention. A few people looked at him but did nothing. How did he even get here? His brain had been too muddled last night it was hard to remember anything past the terrifying knowledge that a man was going to kill him with a stick and the fact that he almost died.
Sasuke stayed in the main street. He didn't want to find out what was hidden in between buildings and in dark alleys. Out here he thought he was safer. Someone stood up and Sasuke stopped. He could see it in his peripheral vision. It was a man. His heart bit quicken when he noticed the man looking at him and when the man took a step in his direction, Sasuke felt cold all over. He quickened his steps. He didn't want to run because running would surely provoke the other. That was what always happened in the movies, anyway.
Another set of footsteps followed his, and Sasuke was starting to tremble. What did the man want from him? Sasuke looked around as discreetly as he could, trying to find somewhere to hide even as his knees strated buckling in fear. As he scanned his surrounding, he spotted a man who didn't look like he belonged here. His clothes were too clean. Without thinking he made a beeline to him. A few paces away, the man looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow at him. Sasuke hesitated but when the man smiled kindly at him and then beckoned him over, Sasuke ran.
"Hey kid. What's the matter?" the man asked. He looked like a very kind man, with glasses and silver hair tied in a ponytail. Sasuke liked him, if only for being the only person to extend a helping hand to him.
"Kabuto." A gruff voice said behind Sasuke. When he turned around he found the man following him standing there. Sasuke grabbed 'Kabuto's' sleeves automatically. "That kids mine."
Nonononononono, please, no.
A hand pulled him closer to a solid thigh and Sasuke felt safe. "No, he isn't." Kabuto said simply, his tone soft. "Go. Away."
The man stiffened. Sasuke didn't even think much of it when the man walked away without a word. He looked up and found Kabuto smiling down on him.
"Thank you." Sasuke said shyly.
"You're welcome. Now," Kabuto bent down so they were almost the same height. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you before."
"I…" Sasuke hesitated. He didn't know of he should tell this man everything. "I got lost." He answered simply.
"Hmm. And where are you from?" the man asked, petting Sasuke's head almost affectionately.
"Konoha." Sasuke answered.
The man's eyes widened. "Wow. That's very far from here. How did you even get here, kid?" Kabuto appeared to be thinking, his hands sliding down Sasuke's shoulders and to his little arms, kneading the muscles there. "I know. Why don't you come with me and I'll drive you back home? Is that okay with you?"
Sasuke could do nothing but nod. His eyes were getting wet and he rubbed at it furiously. He could even say a word of gratitude because he was feeling overwhelmed. He was going back home. Everything was going to be fine now.
Kabuto drew him in a hug and Sasuke put his small arms around the man, crying and crying and crying. He babbled his thanks over and over and the man just chuckled and told him everything was going to be fine, which it was. He didn't ever want to be alone anywhere. He had felt so scared. The world was too big for him and he couldn't take it on alone.
He told this all to Kabuto, he told him everything because he was a good, kind man. After the tears stopped and he had let go, he even showed him the book Iruka gave him. Kabuto just smiled.
"Come on," the man stood up and held Sasuke's hand. They started walking. "I have a few errands to run and then I have to go home to get something. And then, I'm going to take you home. Is that okay?"
"Okay."
They walked and walked and walked. Sasuke didn't pay any attention to where they were going. He had Kabuto now, he would know where to go.
Kabuto stopped suddenly and Sasuke, not paying attention, bumped his head on the man's thighs. Sasuke looked past the man and saw just ahead of them, a group of kids. Sasuke's eyes widened when he saw a familiar head of blond hair. He wanted to tell Kabuto that he knew one of them but when he looked at the man's face, it didn't bore any of the kindness it had before.
"Stupid brats." Kabuto muttered. Sasuke frowned. He wanted to ask if Kabuto was alright but the man jerked and pulled him to an alley to their right. The man's pace was brisk and when Sasuke looked behind them, he was surprised to see vivid blue eyes staring back at him. Kabuto pulled and pulled and the kid-Naruto-was gone.
(02)
Kabuto was on the phone for a long time. After that, he made another phone call. And then they waited.
They were in front of a tall building. The lights on the sign that proclaims it as 'Desert Apartel' was forever blinking in and out. It, as well as the waiting, was driving Sasuke mad. But he couldn't say anything. Kabuto was already kind enough to help him even if he was just a kid he knew a while ago. Also, Kabuto didn't look like he was in a good mood anymore. There was a permanent frown on his face and he had been muttering darkly to himself for hours. Sasuke didn't know how much time had passed but it was already past noon and he was sweaty. He was also staring to smell.
Suddenly, a black car that was so out of place here, pulled over in front of them. No one got out but the window on their side was pulled down and a man in dark clothes and dark glasses, as far as Sasuke could see, put out an envelope. Kabuto walked abruptly to the man and pulled something out of his clothes. Sasuke couldn't see what it was and when he stepped closer for a clear view, the man inside the car spoke.
"Is that a specimen?"
Kabuto also looked behind him and eyed Sasuke weirdly. "No." He answered after a pause.
"Too bad."
After the exchange and when there was nothing left of the car except for a storm of dust, Kabuto held his hand once more and started walking in another direction. He didn't say anything and Sasuke was too anxious to ask questions. He was starting to feel scared again. They entered another building, this one less rundown than the others. Kabuto tossed a few bills on the desk and the old man behind it looked at Sasuke before shaking his head.
Sasuke didn't like that.
They entered a room. Somehow, he didn't feel like this was the older man's home. It was too shabby and bare with furniture consisting only of a bed and a side table. Sasuke didn't know what to think of Kabuto and his mood swings. The door closed and with it Sasuke felt a sense of finality.
"Come here, little one." Kabuto was sitting on a bed, the sheets looking so old and threadbare Sasuke wasn't sure if it could hold out for long. He took slow steps towards the man.
"Are we going home yet?" He asked. He didn't want to stay in this place any longer and frankly, Kabuto was starting to scare him.
"In a while." Kabuto answered. He reached out and pulled Sasuke closer, hands going from Sasuke's back to his arms and then lower still. Sasuke squirmed, feeling discomfort and a niggling suspicion in the back of his mind. "You have a wound here." The man continued, pressing his fingers on Sasuke's bitten arm. "And also here." The hand moved to his knees. "Let's take off your clothes, okay? Find out if you're hurt somewhere else."
Sasuke wanted so very much to protest but Kabuto was already discarding his shirt. His left hand stuck, having been holding the book all this time. It was tugged impatiently away and was put down somewhere. Sasuke couldn't see; the shirt already pulled over his head and then his arms. Kabuto chucked his shirt together with the book and Sasuke worried it might get lost or forgotten when it was time for them to go home. He promised himself to remember it later.
Kabuto let out a breath. It made Sasuke's hair flutter and tickle his face. "You're very pretty, aren't you?"
Sasuke frowned. He wasn't pretty. Pretty was for girls and he was not a girl. The protest he was planning to deliver stuck in his throat when Kabuto's fingers accidentally brushed the knob on his chest.
"Are you alright? Does it hurt here?" Kabuto asked. He wasn't looking at Sasuke, instead his attention was fully concentrated on what his hands were doing. Sasuke tried to struggle free but the hands that were touching his chest grabbed him on his arms and gripped tightly. "Shhh. It's alright. I won't hurt you."
The words were hissed softly in his face. It smelled of tobacco and bile and unknown things. More importantly, it told Sasuke more than the words actually spoken. This man was dangerous. It radiated from his body like an invisible veil, almost tangible but unseen. It showed in his eyes like it never did before, back when he was helping Sasuke, back when Sasuke laid out his insecurities to him, to be skimmed and then thrown away. Sasuke didn't know it then, but now he knew it with clarity. This man was dangerous. He couldn't trust this MAN HE HAD TO GET OUT
Sasuke's scream of uncharacteristic rage when the man tried to grab his shorts was accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. Sasuke only had time to look at the window as it shattered to millions of shiny pieces before something else was thrown inside. There was a few seconds were nothing moved and then the small white balls started producing large amounts of smoke. Sasuke gasped. It was quickly filling the small room. It made his eyes water. He heard Kabuto curse. The man stood up, pulling Sasuke with him even as Sasuke struggled violently. His heart was trying to break out of his chest and his mind was trying to work out what was happening. Were they under attack?
"Stop struggling, damn you." Kabuto snarled, turning around and hitting Sasuke with the back of his hand. Sasuke cried out. He couldn't see anything because of the thick smoke but he still reached out to where he thought Kabuto's arms were and bit as hard as he could. He was pushed away and the force of it made Sasuke stumble.
There was a loud BANG! And then another and then there were screams coming from all directions. Kabuto was shouting and there was thumping noises everywhere, as if he was struggling against something and then Sasuke was struggling too. Hands were grabbing him everywhere. He tried to bite all of them off but one of them smacked him hard on his head and a voice was whispering furiously amidst the chaos.
"Quit being a pain in the ass, bastard. We have to get out of here."
The word out registered in Sasuke's brain and without prompting, he followed where the hands-so small even compared to his own-pulled. The smoke was still too thick and Sasuke had to close his eyes against the sting of it. He was struggling for breath and he stumbled every step but the voice was insistent and the hand felt so strong.
When Sasuke took a breath and it didn't clog his throat, he finally opened his eyes. They had gotten outside somehow. The metal stairs they were standing on was very rusty and groaned ominously every step they took and when Sasuke looked up behind him, he could see the window where they must have stepped out of. Smoke was still coming out of it and from where they were, Sasuke could hear angry voices and sounds of things being flung about. A pull on his arm made Sasuke look back ahead, and he saw his captor and savior looking at him.
"Bastard, we have to move. Do you want stupid Kabuto to find us? Move."
A loud crackling laughter sounded behind them. They both paused and looked behind.
"RUN, Naruto!"
Naruto, instead of crying out in fear, released a hearty laugh of excitement, mimicked by the others coming out of the window one after the other. The small blond gave another pull on Sasuke's arm, his eyes full of mischief Sasuke had never seen on anyone, even Kiba.
"RUN, BASTARD!"
At a loss of what to think or what to feel, Sasuke let go of all his doubts and ran. Wherever the hand on his arms guided him, and whatever that mischievous voice told him to do, he followed.
(02END)
Told you it was going to be dark. I just googled the smoked bomb thingy, I don't know how to make one and it's just for this scene anyway so let's not get technical, 'kay?
Next chapter will feature lots and lots of Naruto! And other characters, too. I'll try to make this as realistic as possible, especially concerning homeless kids. There are a lot of things I want to write about them. Some of those things may be offensive to others but I'm not looking to please them, I'm here to write so, yeah, just skip the parts you don't like if you want, but please no flaming since you have been given apt warning beforehand. After the kids part though, when Sasuke and Naruto are older, this will get more fictional and very, very unrealistic. Hehe.
royalknights612- A lot of people say that to me but then I write the next chapter and they find out that everything was all dumb luck and I'm really just a writer of clichés. I hope this chapter didn't do that to you. And yes, this will mostly be SASUNARU. I like it better than NaruSasu. BUT, I have to say, I don't agree with you when you say Sasuke can't be uke. It just depends on the person's preferences. For me, I like Naruto as an uke because he is my favorite character. That also applies to all my fandoms. I like light in DeathNote best so he's the uke. Other people may think otherwise, but meh, I don't really care. My friend told me that for her, the stronger character will always be seme, if we apply that to Naruto, maybe she'll think that Naruto is the seme 'cause he's super strong right now. Other people have their own likes, too. And anyway, in real life, I think there isn't a permanent uke or seme. The gay partners almost always switch, sooo…haha, sorry for the rant. Thanks for the review.
Mangekyou2013- Err, okay? Hehe. Do you hate Kiba now? Well, of course I'll hate anyone who backstabs one of my favorite characters. Uhm, I would just like to explain that here, Kiba is a child. He is eight years old and I am of the opinion that kids are insensitive. They don't know what to say and not to say. They don't always think about other people's feelings since, well, their kids. They have no trouble voicing what's on their minds. Thank's for your very heartfelt reaction, though. Hehe.
Guest- good question. Haha. Errr, I hope so, too. I write fics when the mood strikes me. If I think a fic of mine can go somewhere then I'll write and write until I hit a road block. If, against all odds I overcome that road block, then I'll write and write again, thus repeating the process, until hopefully, I finish the fic. Buuuut, as you can see so far…well, let's just hope for the best. I'll try to finish this, though, if not one of my other fics.
Guest- are you the same person? Erm, sorry to say but this will be SasuNaru. I'm pretty sure that has turned you off this fic forever but I'll still try not to make Naruto girly. I like it more when they both act like boys, not just overly girly guys. I think the uke and seme wouldn't matter here anyway, since I think I won't be writing any sex scene. I suck at those.
AkitaIce –Who? Wha-EH? Why? What did I do? XD
Rosebunse- Thanks! Soooo, is it interesting still?