SURPRISE! New chapter in only one day! Whoot whoot! I guess carrying around this notebook is pretty helpful. Of course today was my day off, so I had plenty of time to write in it. But who knows, maybe I'll pick up the pace since I'm pretty determined now to update on a regular basis that isn't once a month haha.

Well, enjoy everyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Concrete Angel

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Chapter Twenty Two:

Sasuke left the hospital without a word, even to Tsunade, who he didn't encounter the entire way out. The walk home was filled with thoughts of Naruto, how he could protect him from the Sabakus mostly. What had they wanted with the blonde? Dud they think that the rumors about him turning out to become his mother were true? They must have realized that with all the time they spent with Naruto what he was, and would remain to be, nothing like his mother.

Sasuke shuddered to think of what they would have used him for it they had turned him into someone like his mother. He did not want to lose his Naruto like that. That would be the most dreadful thing he could think could happen... again. He'd already lost one person he loved to a life of crime and murder; he could not bare to lose another.

This thought caused a sudden realization to kick in. During all the chaos with Naruto hed forgotten about his brothers terrifying message on his answering machine. How safe would he be after hearing that? And how safe could Naruto be staying at his home, which would be his prime target.

The raven ran his hand through his hair as he sighed deeply. Why did he torment him like this? His life would be so much easier... but then, he also wouldn't be able to relate to Naruto like he did. Not that Naruto realized anything about Sasuke's past. Everything that happened with the Uchiha clan had been covered up, kept secret for the sake of the respected family. And it wasn't as though Sasuke had attempted to reveal his dreadful past to the blonde he loved. Of course, he didn't know if this would tear down a wall between them or make things more confusing and awkward.

Maybe his brother was just toying with him from afar? Perhaps he was in a whole other country in some remote location, deep in hiding and was so bored that he wanted to freak the hell out of his little brother with one little phone call and have him paranoid for a month... Then again, he was the type who wanted to see the torment he inflicted upon others. He needed to watch them peer around the corner and check over their shoulders every couple of minutes and to see them jump at the slightest unfamiliar noise. He was a sadist that needed to watch his victims suffer and slowly lose their minds to insanity from a close yet hidden location.

Sasuke groaned as he approached his house. He was just going to have to deal with this and hope for the best. If he was lucky he wouldn't hear from his brother again for at least a month...

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The moment his eyes opened, they searched the room for his presence. Was he there? Had he stay with him? Disappointment followed the rush to want to see that handsome face when he realized how alone he was in the empty, plain room.

Naruto sighed aloud. He should have figured Sasuke couldn't stay with him all night. Though he had hoped maybe the doctors would make one of those "family can stay" exceptions. But he was pretty sure those kind of things were only made when patients were either on the verge of death or in a coma. Naruto knew he didn't have either of those, nor did he wish it. He would have plenty of time to see Sasuke once he was out of this caged in dump. And he would certainly make-up for ignoring and avoiding the raven.

He was nervous, however. What would become of their relationship now? Sasuke couldn't publically go out with him without earning two stains on his reputation. One he would be picked out as gay, sure many people were okay with it in this era, but there were still homophobic idiots that didn't know how to open their minds and accept. But he would also be seen as gay with Naruto. He would be known as the boy who was dating the out-casted psychopath to be. How would he ever be able to live that down? How many friends would he lose if he really loved Naruto? How many people would turn on him, whisper behind his back, and bully him?

Though Sasuke could probably handle most of that with ease, he was strong so he could probably stop most of the abuse. And he was very popular, so it was hard to judge how many people would dislike and distrust him. But Naruto did not want to risk ruining Sasuke's great life just by loving him. He couldn't drag the one he loved into the drama and chaos of his life anymore than he already had. He just couldnt.

Narutos attention shot to the door as it opened, but the little bit of hope that it was Sasuke died when he saw his doctor, Tsunade, enter.

"Morning Uzumaki. You should be alright to leave today." She announced, with no joy or excitement in her voice that most doctors would have for their patients when they were well enough to return home.

Though Naruto could not ignore this fact, he himself was overjoyed to be getting out of this stuffy, unfriendly hospital. It depressed him, being utterly alone in such a place.

"Someone might be in at around four to pick you up, but they haven't gotten back to me yet." She stated simply before turning to leave without any explanation as to who was coming to get him or where he was going. He assumed he would return to Emi's house, where else could he go, really?

"What time is it now?" The blonde asked. He probably wouldn't have even spoken to her save for the fact that there was no source of time in this room.

"Eight a.m." Tsunade answered, closing the door behind her.

Naruto let his head fall back onto the pillows then glanced down at his injured arm and shoulder. Would he be able to move it well enough to cope with being out of the hospital?

Clenching his fist slightly he felt plenty of pain shooting from both his forearm and shoulder. It wasn't as bad as yesterday at least. He also noticed that both his wounds were wrapped with new bandaging, at least they were taking care of him here.

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Sasuke entered his home to see everything covered in blood. His eyes widened in shock and horror to find dead bodies lining the wall. They were sliced open, bleeding from every orifice . It was pure terror to have to walk by them, they were all cut so badly they were unrecognizable but they were no doubt familiar to him. He had to walk through them because the line of bodies had their arms pointed, directing him to the stairs. And as he got close to the stairs, the dead became easy to identify.

Starting at the foot of the stairs he followed the bodies of the people he knew. Ino, then Sakura, followed by Neji, Hinata, Rock Lee and Tenten. Further up he found Chouji, Shikamaru and Shino. All his friends were sat there, dead, all set to stair at him through dead, empty eyes. Sure Sakura and Ino weren't really his friends, nor was Neji to a degree but they were a part of his life. And seeing every single one of them sent chills of terror and sadness through his heart. He realized at the top of the stairs that there were two people of great importance missing.

Now he was lead down the upstairs hallway by a trail of blood... horrible, crimson blood. Sasuke stopped instantly in his tracks to see a slumped over, dead, freshly bleeding Kiba in front of his bedroom door. Immediately he cried at the sight of his murdered best friend who eyed him through soulless eyes. He'd always been there for him, stuck with him even when ignorant, and always made him laugh. And now he was gone...

But he wasn't allowed to mourn for long because he heard a sudden, familiar cry from his brother's old bedroom. His eyes widened, panicking as he jogged towards the bedroom's closed door.

He didn't want to open the door but he knew he had to... and he regretted every moment of it.

The door swung open to reveal his older brother standing manically in the center of the bedroom with a hatchet in his hand, waiting. He stared directly into Sasuke's miserable eyes, staring right into his soul, freezing the boy in place.

Sasuke had never been more terrified of anything in his entire life. He couldn't move, speak, blink, think and he could have sworn his heart had stopped beating.

His brother nodded to his left and Sasuke control his eyes from shifting in said direction. He had never felt more despair in his entire life to see his beloved blonde tied against the wall. In the next moment, before Sasuke knew it, his brother swung the hatchet at Naruto's throat.

"No!" Sasuke cried out, tears pouring down his face, his eyes clenched tight, not able to bare the sight of his decapitated love. He sobbed aloud and he knew his brother was going to kill him next, so he opened his eyes to deal with his fate but he was astonishingly greeted by the calm atmosphere of his clean, empty bedroom instead of the elder Uchiha's evil face.

Sasuke looked around, and saw no one, nothing but the normal walls that surrounded him every day. He looked down to see his sheets in disarray and his body covered in sweat. His breathing was mere gasps, and his heartbeat was faster than it had ever been in his life.

He thought it was just a dream, but he couldn't be certain. The elder might have just knocked him out and then put him in his own bedroom for his own twisted pleasure of watching the Uchiha calm down before killing him viciously.

He jumped out of his messy bed and ran to the door, just about to turn the doorknob when he remembered who might be dead on the other side. Cautiously he opened the door and he let relieved air spill out from his lungs. No bloody Kiba fell through the doorway and there wasn't a trail of crimson blood leading from the stairs... Nor could he spot any dead friends atop the stairway.

But he had to check one more place. His paranoid mind would not allow him to do anything else but make his way to the door of his brother's bedroom. The door had never been opened since that dreadful day... This would be the first time he'd entered that room in years.

His whole body shook so badly that he could barely keep a grip on the doorknob, let alone turn it to open. But he somehow managed to do this with eyes squeezed as tightly closed as he could.

He waited as long as he could, listening for any noise in the completely silent house, before opening his eyes.

He was shocked at all the memories this empty and untouched room brought back to his mind.

Happy times when he played with his brother, laid on his bed as he watched the elder work at his desk, following his brother to the door where it would be closed in his face when the elder did not want him to be there. Even being teased by him and coaxed over just to be poked hard on the forehead came as a happy memory.

With all the wonderful and normal things that went on in this house before that horrible day... it was hard to believe that his brother, whom he had loved so much, had committed such an atrocity as to murder his entire family, close and distant. All but one family member, of course.

Even though it was all just a dream, Sasuke dropped to his knees and cried in his brother's doorway. Why was he being put through such hell all over again? Wasn't being forced to watch his brother murder their mother and father, and run through the houses of their slaughtered family enough? He didn't have to make the threat of returning to kill him. The message on the answering machine was unnecessary. Sasuke didn't know how much longer he could live a life of fear under his brother's watchful eyes.

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So who wants to kill me? Anyone? Haha I'm sorry but I just wanted to say that if anyone thought that dream was actually "real" and everyone Sasuke loved had been murdered by his brother (even if it was just at the beginning), please review and tell me. Thanks for reading