SO SORRY FOR THE SUPER LATE UPDATE! I've been so busy with work! I also did get a tattoo, and I've also been fighting my "g" button a lot so I haven't really been in the mood to type for long periods of time. So anyways, on with the story!

Warnings: yaoi, suicide attempts, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! RAPE!

Pairings: GaaNaru, SasuNaru, and more

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto

"talking" English

"talking" japanese

Chapter Five

Kiba watched everyday that Gaara become more secluded. He didn't know what to do, he worried for his friends, the one he watched slow commit suicide, and one he didn't even know where was.

Every time Kiba forced him to go out and do something, and or eat something, he would jump every time he saw a blonde spike haired person. Kiba soon realized that were apparently a lot in Japan, but he knew that were all in vane.

A new development was Sasuke had moved to the States to live with his brother, or parents, he couldn't remember or care.

Kiba strolled through the dog food isle at the store, getting food for Akamaru, he picked a large 70 pound that he normally got and carried it to the large lines. He now remember why he hated shopping, the lines take forever and you always get stuck behind the old lady with the coupons.

Deciding to see what his favorite model was up to, he grabbed a magazine. Going through the index he then flipped to the page, reading the article first which continued to the next page.

"hey kid! Move up!" Kiba looked up and saw that he was a little far behind everyone now.

"Oh sorry sir!" shoving the dog food, which he had dropped on the ground earlier, he flipped back to the magazine, finished up the article, he turned the page to where he new model pictures were, his heart sank and then exploded.

Right there in front his face was Naruto, and Kyuubi his favorite model. Kyuubi was sitting cross legged with Naruto in his lap, Naruto's back to Kyuubi's chest. Kyuubi had an arm around his torso with Naruto gripping tightly at it. Kyuubi's other hand was gently holding Naruto's face as he had it turned to him. Instead of looking at the camera as one would expect, they were looking at each other, trying to learn everything about the other. It also almost seemed like they were going to kiss or something.

Kiba gripped the magazine so tight he ripped it in half, coming out of his stupor he smiled apologetically at the cashier. Ripping off the barcode on the dog food, he paid for that and the magazine. Going home, he grabbed a bag and clothes, packing sloppily, he looked up flights friendly for animals. His family was well off, but his mom was going to yell his ear off when she found out that he was coming back to the states, from where he was a originally from.

Putting Akamaru on his leash and slinging his bag over his shoulder, he ran over to Gaara's place. Pounding on the door, he let himself in, not that, that wasn't normal now. Gaara seemed to refused to come to the door anymore. Leaving Akamaru at the door, he ventured to the bedroom.

Slamming that door open with a giant smile, he began looking for a duffle bag. Finding one, he started packing what seemed to look like clean clothes.

"Come on Gaara, were going on a trip! We need to get you out of this place!" Kiba said joyfully.

"Where?" He questioned from his place on the bed, which is wear he had been from in the beginning.

"We're going to L.A.!"

Gaara said nothing as they piled into a taxi. He watched as Kiba paid for the tickets, and but loads for the dog, which had to be in a carrier. Gaara felt like his life was in fast forward and he was just standing still.

-GaaNaru-

Kiba had learned that Gaara does not do well on planes, as he puked twice. Gaara glared at Kiba, as it was his fault, but Kiba put up with it, since the results would be spectacular, he just knew it.

Getting a taxi to get in to the city wasn't difficult, but seriously expensive. Asking for Kiba's uncles place was hard since his English was a little rusty, but they got to the right location. Dropping their stuff off, they walked into the city for a bite to eat.

Deciding on a bar and grill place. The television placed in front of them was on the news.

"In breaking news, the newest model of Akatsuki corp. was found being taken to the hospital in the ambulance with what seemed to be his older brother, Kyuubi Uzumaki. Itachi Uchiha will now give us some information, about the situation…Mr. Uchiha, what can you tell us?" Kiba dropped his burger, Gaara was spacing out.

"All I can say is the criminal, will be turned over to the police as soon they arrive, which should be any minute now. I can't say anymore other than that I hope Naruto pulls through this," Itachi finished by turning away as the police have arrived.

"As the situation settles we will be receiving more information from Itachi, but for now, I pray for Naruto's recovery from a very bad situation."

Kiba slammed down money as an ambulance drove by, literally dragging Gaara by the arm, they followed the ambulance as best as they could. Kiba got a look through the window of the ambulance, yelling to Gaara he was in there, Gaara bolted keeping up with the ambulance.

After seemed like running forever they arrived at the hospital as Naruto was coming out of the ambulance.

"Naruto!" Gaara cried. Tears streamed down his eyes, Naruto looked dead. Kiba held him back.

"Naruto! Damnit open your eyes!" Gaara screamed. As requested his eyes did open, he turned his head and smiled. Gaara smiled back.

Sooner after that, Naruto disappeared behind doors, "You wouldn't happen to be Gaara and Kiba, would you?"

Kiba turned around and the man of his wet dreams was standing right in front of him. Kiba nodded.

Kyuubi then bowed very low to both of them, "thank you for taking care of him in Japan," Kiba saw water drops fall to the floor.

Kiba made him look up, "and I would do it all over again, but right now we need to be here for him now. Can we do that together?"

Kyuubi looked surprise at how mature Kiba was being and smiled as best as he could in this kind of situation. Kiba led them both to the waiting, where they were met with Itachi Uchiha.

"Where is it?" Kyuubi hissed.

Itachi flinched at the malice in Kyuubi's voice, but understood. "It is behind bars and won't be getting out any time soon." Itachi's eyes landed on the other men, he bowed as well, "I apologize that I didn't take care of my brother when I knew what was going on in Japan, but thank you for taking care of Naruto."

Kiba smiled, "as I told Kyuubi, I would do it all over again, but for now lets be here for him." Itachi's eyes smiled even if his face didn't at the words, they were what he needed.

Now they sat in the VERY uncomfortable waiting room of the hospital, it only took a couple of hours for the doctor to call, "Mr. Uzumaki!"