Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ BlackClassic ❯ chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

I got to school shortly after I left. It became annoying when Sasuke came up behind me yanking my hair. Once I spun around to meet the annoying Uchiha, he kissed me. I closed my eyes, my mouth watering at the Uchiha's sent. He pulled away and I felt a whimper of protest escape my throat. I reached for his jacket and pulled him to me. I shoved my tongue into his mouth hungrily. Before I could enjoy myself he shoved me to the ground and got on me. I attempted to push him off. He grabbed my wrists and went for my neck.

 

“Sasuke,” I whined. He leaned to my ear and began whispering as his hand explored my body. The hall was empty, why were we so early for school, I forgot about it when I realized I didn't care because I enjoyed his company. I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath of his sent. My mouth watered subconsously. But soon I realized it wasn't his normal sweet pea sent.

 

The sent of peppermint and chocolate ruled over him. The sent was familiar, yet strange, dangerous, yet welcoming. I couldn't help but lean into him by allowing the sent to engulf my whole being. I soon became lost in thought, in love with the sent that didn't belong to my boyfriend.

 

“Naruto?” a concerned voice rasped. My eyes snapped open when did I pass out? Everything was blurry, red, glassy red. I swallowed and rolled over spitting up metallic tasting liquid. The evil taste lingered in my mouth. I flinched away from a hand whipping a cold liquid on my eyes. White cloth moved over my eyes becoming stained with what looked like blood. When I could see real colors, not tits of red, I felt arms wrap around me.

 

“Naruto, are you alright?” I slowly glanced up at Sasuke h. His dark eyes showed so much fear, it scared even me.

 

“Sa-su-ke,” I whispered before curling into him. My head was pounding. I scratched at my arm and froze feeling something attached to it. I panicked trying to get it from my arm but failed when a woman in white grabbed my wrist. That's when it hit me.

 

I was in the hospital!!

 

I was getting away but failed under Sasuke's grip. He kissed me very lightly, which calmed me down a little. I didn't even realize I was crying until Sasuke whipped the warm droplet from my cheek. He pulled me close and whispered words of comfort into my ear. Crying was just second nature anymore, I didn't even recognize I was doing it. I reach up to Sasuke's face but my arm collapsed.

 

“S-Sasuke…How long have I been out?” I questioned glancing at the clock.

 

“Since you went to bed last night”

 

“But we were in school this—“

 

“Naruto, you didn't come to school Jiraiya called you in this morning.” Sasuke was starting to panic, and so was I. I reached around his neck and did the best I could to keep myself hidden in his neck. I clung to him in thought.

 

“Why do I smell like blood?” I whispered playing with his hair.

 

“I'm not sure why, cause no one will tell me, but you were coughing up a large amount of blood,” he whispered. “No one was sure what was wrong with you, and Tsunade's M.I.A.”

 

I chewed my lip looking at the pack of blood attached to my arm. “T-then how, am I living?” I rasped. I looked up to see Sasuke was proud of something. I glanced to where he was looking and saw a man who looked much like Sasuke, but a lot older.

 

His long hair bounced against his back as he glided to the bedside. “Welcome back,” he whispered in an emotionless tone. I flinched at his ice hand touched my forehead. “I was afraid you were going to stay in a coma,” he chuckled. I used all my strength to swat him away. I felt Sasuke frown and I turned to look at him apologetically.

 

He shook his head at me and sighed as I wrapped my arms weakly around him. “Sasuke, I wanna go home,” I whispered. I felt motion from his chin as if he were grinding his teeth. I lifted my head to see him at the already raw flesh that was his lips. Before I knew what I was doing my lips were pressed to his causing the chewing to cease.

 

I pushed closer to Sasuke almost screaming. A hand was being placed on my shoulder. I sent a vaguely recognized held my senses. “Sh, It's alright Naruto,” they whispered attempting to comfort me. I shook my head my mind racing and screaming. I began thrashing trying to get away from him.

 

Sasuke pulled me closer. “Naruto!” he started loudly but soft enough to calm me. I gripped his shoulders realizing I was crying.

 

I reached up for his hair attempting to pull him closer but failed being that I was very weak, and were already really close. After was seemed like 20 minutes I relaxed and slowly my gaze made it's way to the man behind me.

 

“Hello,” the softness in his voice caused me to flinch away again. I watched at he took in a deep breath and exhaled harshly. I moved so I was facing him my back to Sasuke, sitting in his pap. “I'm Iruka. I'm with social services,” he whispered. I'm sure Sasuke felt me tense at the word, especially when he began drawing the word `calm' onto my back. “I need to ask you some questions, about your uncle,” he added the last part in a mumble.

 

I looked over to see Itachi leaving the room. Sighing I nodded. “What do you need?” I asked my voice breaking. I felt Sasuke's hand grip mine tightly.

 

“How often did he drink?”

 

“Everyday,” I replied simply.

 

“Did he ever come home drunk?”

 

“A few times…” more like a few hundred. I watched as he noted what I said.

 

“Did he ever strike you?”

 

“No,” I said quickly, a little too quickly.

 

“Naruto, if he hit you I need to know.” It took a while before I simply nodded. “Did He ever…” I watched as he thought of the right words to use. …”Touch you?”

 

I smiled at Sasuke's reaction to the childish phrase, but the man was being to general. “Please explain,” I mumbled.

 

“Did he ever—“

 

“Yes he raped Naruto!” Sasuke snorted. I flinched at the harshness in his voice. I watched his hand move to pull me closer. Iruka wrote once again. I tried to laugh as my boyfriend mumbled about Iruka being too much of a prude to be a social worker.

 

Before the next question could be asked, I passed out.

 

 

 

Sasuke's POV

 

I watched my brother remain calm, even under the panic, stress, nose and other distractions. I began panicking myself. Why had I forced my brother into letting me come with him? I flinched when I saw the amount of blood the boy was losing. Itachi refused to let me see who it was. I watched at my brother leaned over him. I saw his lips move, his eyes the blood red color most feared. “Stay asleep,” is what is seemed like he said. I moved into the passenger seat of the ambulance.

 

Once we were at the hospital the boy was rushed into the E.R. I waited patiently for the return of my brother. The doors swung open when they rolled the comatose boy out. Itachi pulled off his sergical mask as well as his scrubs. “Itach—“

 

“Sa-su-ke,” I herd in a low mumble. I glanced at the sleeping boy my eyes wide with recognition.

 

I spent the whole day with my beautiful blond, never leaving his side. “Naruto,” I'd whisper every so often. It felt like for every till he began opening his eyes. I watched the blood that was caked over his eyes and called in a nurse. I pulled him very close. I got annoyed when that ass Iruka came in and bugged my Naruto annoyed at his childish terms for everything.

 

The rest of the day annoyed me. When Naruto wasn't sleeping he wasn't eating, when he wasn't doing either he was asking for a computer. When he was on the computer he complained about being alone. Itachi came in and out of the room bringing us food and making sure Naruto's pack of blood was full. The day continued on like that, the same thing taking place about half of the next day.

 

 

“Please Itachi!”

 

“It's not up to me.”

 

“But that's not fair! They don't get home till 9:30 at night anyways! Please Itachi!”

 

“You want him to stay with us. YOU talk to mom and dad,” Itachi growled at me before walking away. I whined and watched him for a moment before turning to the phone on the nightstand beside my beautiful blond. I chewed my lip but flinched, the skin already raw. I glared at the computer before stepping out of the room to make my phone call. After about and hour of arguing with my parents I won. Moving back into my blond I smiled seeing his face was lit up. “What's with you?” I asked sitting by him.

 

“He's on!!!!” The blond boy cheered. I moved to sit behind the teen. “Who is?” I asked my arms wrapped around his waist. “BlackClassic!” I froze in utter shock.

 

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