Cheat

by Interrogated Pyjamas

Back to SAUCY SASUKEY baby.

I also have a crush on Sasuke.
That's even more bad.

Warning: Language, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, Boy/Boy, M/M. Usual drizzle.

You know, I read the last chapter again to refresh my memory (since I have a really crappy memory) and I was like WHOAH, that was so not in the story plan. But I like it anyways hahahaha. Yus.

Disclaimers: No ownage here. Don't doubt it man.

Sasutime.

God knows how it started, a few harsh words and a few cutting phrases and hell broke loose. There were fists flying, objects thrown. Biting, slapping, punching, hurling, swearing, tumbling, hitting, whacking, crashing, clashing.

Smack, bang … silence.

An injured Kiba laid on the floor from a shockingly hard hit from Gaara, and everything went silent. Hinata was the one who realized first, she was the one that was down on her hands and knees as quick as lightening, fiddling with the plug, shoving it into the plug socket desperately.

That was when hell really did break loose.

Somehow we all presumed that if we all tried to get the plug in at the same time, it'd work better. It didn't, we ended up falling over each other, stressing out from the rapidly decreasing heartbeat of the boy on the bed beside us.

I think that's when it hit us, we were killing Naruto.

Buttons were hit and abused, switches were flicked and a herd of doctors came in rushing about to aid us. It was no use though, his heart rate was dimming and we all couldn't do anything to help. All we could do was scream. And that's what we did.

We were all reaching for him, grabbing at him, trying to shake him, all expecting him to wake up with a grin on his face and just shout 'Haha I got you!'

But it wasn't as simple as that. Every tug we made his way, we were restrained more and more by oncoming doctors and security. They were struggling, we were struggling, well I was until I felt a sharpness in my arm. A blinding sharpness that numbed my entire body. I collapsed into the relieved arms of the doctor behind me. Glancing round with my now blurred vision, I saw the same happening to each of my friends, if I could still call them that.

The bastards had sedated us.

The last thing I remember was the frantic work of the doctors, the flurry of them trying to keep Naruto alive. I remember the helpless feeling that rushed through my veins, the feeling that this was all my fault, but I couldn't do anything. I could never do anything.

That was one of the things that really scared me at that moment, I'd never be able to make it up to him. If he survived that is, but I had refused to think about that, I shoved any thoughts about my Naruto dying straight to the back of my mind. They didn't deserve to be there, he hadn't deserved to be there. In that hospital, with that white dress and those white walls and everything so white and dull. The opposite of him. Naruto wasn't dull; he was happy and lively and joyous and loving and trusting. Too trusting.

I awoke to silence, as opposed to the deafening sound of my comrades attempting to break free out of the hospital room I had expected. They'd managed to pack us all into one single room, laid on spare mattresses with thin worn blankets. It's not like we could complain though, it wasn't their job to look after us, we weren't even ill. But no one seemed bothered, everyone was awake by the time I awoke and all were sat silently, staring into nothingness.

I knew exactly how they all felt, not knowing, never knowing what was happening. It was scary, to say the least. Anxiety ate away at my thoughts and all I could think about was the bright blond laid either dead or alive somewhere in that hospital. All I could think about was that it was all my fault. I cheated, I shifted the blame, I lied to Sai, he told Itachi, I knew he would, Itachi hurt Naruto, Gaara brought him to the hospital, I was one of the causes of the fight that could have potentially killed Naruto. But we didn't know whether it had.

I didn't cry, I couldn't cry. I wanted to, I can't express how much I wanted to. But I couldn't, I kept my feelings locked inside of me, hidden away like they always were. He was the only one that could ever decipher my feelings from my actions. He read me like a book, I was the novel written perfectly for him and he was the reader, understanding and always there, right until the end, right until the final page. But sometimes the reader goes astray; loses the book or ends up in a coma in a hospital, then they might never find out what could have happened in that endless story. Or maybe the book betrays the reader. Maybe it promises one thing then gives another, maybe that's why the reader goes away. That's what I did to Naruto, I promised one thing, I gave another. I promised love and commitment, I gave heartbreak and loss. On both sides; to him and to myself.

A sigh echoed across the room as I glanced at the now standing Kiba. My eyes followed him as he made his way across the room, past Hinata, past Gaara, past Neji, past me, and to the wall where an annoyingly obvious red button awaited him. All it took was a press of his fingers and a doctor came rushing to our aid. He thought we were a patient, possibly in critical condition, but that was the funny thing, we all were. We were all dying, withering away form waiting. Waiting for the inevitable to come.

The first thing he did when he entered the room was glare at us, we weren't critically injured at all, there was no need for his rush. But seeing our questioning gazes told him we weren't pranking him, we were genuinely upset, all of us were.

"He's fine," he gave us a slight smile as he closed the door behind him, "but there's a few things I need to tell you before any of you go visit him." We were all nodding now, smiling gratefully at the savior in front of us.

"He's been awake, his guardians have visited him, but they're worried about him being with a large number of people at one time, and rightly so. He seems to be very nervous around larger groups but that should sort itself out pretty quickly. Other than that, we request that only two people go in to visit him at a time, which I'm sure you're all capable of doing." He smiled slightly at our relieved faces before stating, "You're friend Neji Hyuuga is talking to him now, but he's been in for a while, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if two others had a go."

I had no time before Kiba and Hinata were straight out of the door to Naruto's room. I wanted to see him so desperately but I knew he probably didn't want to see me. I needed to think up something to say. To make it even worse they'd left me with Gaara in a room to ourselves.

He was stood up against the wall, staring at his feet awkwardly whilst trying to think up something to say.

"I'm sorry," he said carefully, "for... you know."

"It's alright," I sighed, "it was my fault aswell, I just don't know what to say to him now." The awkward tension was dispelled as he came over and sat on the only bed with me. We were both cross-legged facing each other but both ensuring there was a safe distance between us both.

"Just say you're sorry," Gaara said quietly, "he loves you, you know that right?"

I sighed, carding my hand through my hair. He had loved me, but would he after this was the main question.

"He still loves you," Gaara answered my silent question, it was as if he could read my mind.

"He loves you too Gaara," I said, truly meaning the comment, to Naruto Gaara was like a brother he never had. Naruto had a makeshift family; Iruka, Kakashi, Gaara and me. That's how it used to be, but now I presumed me and Gaara had been thrown out. Even though the term 'thrown out' seems a little too strong in this scenario, it gave the general idea.

"Yeah," the redhead had sighed as we both turned as the door was opened to reveal a happier looking Neji. At least, as happy as Neji can get that is. He moved to perch on the side of the bed with us and gave us each a small reassuring smile, thinking I hadn't noticed when his hand slyly slipped into Gaara's. I smiled slightly, despite the current scenario, and gave them both a knowing smirk as I received twin blushes in reply.

"When did this happen?" I asked curiously, secretly feeling a little jealous that everyone else was all loved up and I'd probably ruined my chances. Both boys smiled and I found it hard to stay angry at them, it wasn't their fault I screwed up. It was mine, and partially Gaara's. But then again, he was in the same boat as me, he'd betrayed his best friend. He was probably feeling just as sick as me.

If you were to ask me, I wouldn't be able to tell you how long we sat there just staring into nothingness, waiting. There was the occasional conversation, the odd encouraging smile one another's way or the squeeze between the hand's of Gaara and Neji. But we were stopped in our mentally musings by the door opening once again. I swear it was like deja vu, as Kiba and Hinata both came in refreshed and grinning like idiots, you'd think they had an all day spa in there, or at least some sort of drug dealer.

They glanced at me silently, giving me permission to go and see him and I stood, seeing Gaara do the same. It'd probably be better if we did it together, the talk. My hands were shaking and me legs felt like goo, I glanced across to Gaara, disheartened by the cool and collected persona he managed to convey.

The walk was a long one, the hallways seeming longer and longer after each bend we took. We got lost countless times, had to ask about five different people for directions and still managed to lose ourselves after that. I could probably put that down to the fact neither of us were paying much attention to the signs and directions. We were both mentally rehearsing our speeches, our presentations.

Yet when we got there, everything went out of the window, we forgot our speeches, we forgot how to move, how to speak, how to breathe. We both just stood there in front of the cheap looking wooden door, the one that looked just like every other in the hospital, and waited. It was as if we both expected him to open it for us, expected him to get up and come running shouting and grinning at us like he used to.

One last look towards each other and we both went to turn the handle, ignoring the awkwardness that usually came with two people turning the same door handle, as we swung it open and stepped into the sterile smelling room.

Here goes.

I have the plans for two other multi-chapters half done, so I'ma finish these then get onto those. XD Cuz I rawk.
Kthxbai

Er, and for Blogging, Metamorphosis and Foreign Exchange, I've had zero interest so it looks like I might be keeping them and doing them myself. That's going to either please you or not particularly bother you. The lack of updates lately is because I've been in and out of hospital. It's nothing serious but they just want to keep an eye on it xD I'll try updating more but I have very little time lately.

CAN I JUST MAKE THIS CLEAR.
My chapters seem shorter because I do them in proper paragraphs.
Other authors use a lot of spaces between lines, i.e. they leave a line between each line.
Since my chapters are all paragraphs, they use up less scrolling space, it doesn't mean the chapters are shorter, just that I've used a different format than the majority of writers.

xD

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