Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ beating me down ( Chapter 1 )
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By: blackarora 
Walking home in the dark can be painfull.
edited.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.10.2004 | Updated On: 09.24.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 6.5K | Status: Completed
Walking home in the dark can be painfull.
edited.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.10.2004 | Updated On: 09.24.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.9K | Visits: 6.5K | Status: Completed
Chapter 1
Beating me down
I do not own Naruto
WARNING: Violence, blood.
A/N This is a very very dark angsty story lots of blood, guts, gore, rape(yaoi) and drugs. This story started out as a way to vent off some mental steam. I really like Naruto and will try to give the story a happy ending.
A/N PART 2
I AM GOING THROUGH AND FIXING A LOT IN THE STORY. I FINALLY HAVE FIGURED OUT HOW TO WORK SPELL CHECK AND WILL BE EDITING THE STORY CHAPTER BY CHAPTER. I WILL BE RE-POSTING ABOUT 1-2 CHAPTERS A DAY. AND IF YOU HAVE READ THIS STORY BEFORE THEN YOU KNOW IT NEEDS THIS.
PS. If you see any big errors, please, please, please tell me. Spell check is great but I can still mess it up.
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A panting, orange clad form, slowly walked down the dark street heading home after a trying day. Blond hair messed up more than normal and several rips in his clothes to accompany the dirt smudges that covered him. The small nicks and scratches that blemished his face and arms were fading from the tan skin as Naruto continued his pilgrimage home. The last rays of sunlight had vanished hours ago, leaving the tired blond to find his way in the dark. Kakashi had kept them late, training. Team 7 had not received any missions of late. Well none worth mentioning, mostly errands. The last one being to run some healing scrolls to the Sand village, something any old delivery boy could do.
Naruto knew he was as good as any Chuunin if not better and that was not his pride speaking either. Sometimes he thought that the only reason he failed the exams last time was because he contained Kyuubi. Which should not have mattered because Tsunade did not care about the him being the vessel for the damn fox. But the old hag did have to honor the opinions of the elders and examiners. So until he got the favor of the old bats and the assholes the gave the damn exam he might as well not even be in it.
The blond sighed and looked up at the sky as he walked. Clouds covered the moon and it had been threatening to rain all day. One fat rain drop splashed down in to the brilliant blue eye of the boy walking down the street. He blinked and rubbed the wet eye as he turned in to an deserted ally that led to his meager home.
Every muscle in his body seemed to protest his continued motion. Kyuubi would heal cuts, stabs and scrapes. Aches had to go away on their own. The damn fox demon just sped the process up a bit. The bastard Sasuke would be suffering as well after sparring all day. Naruto's face broke out in to a large grin at the thought of the bastard not being able to move tomorrow. He, on the other hand, would be fine tomorrow and totally kick the ice prick's butt. In front of Sakura, too.
Naruto knew that he still had to be careful though. Sasuke could pull some rather cool shit from time to time. Shit that a Chuunin should not know, let alone a Genin. The raven haired teen should have passed last time too, he should of passed several times before last time, but somehow he didn’t. Maybe they still didn’t trust him after that whole Orochimaru thing. The whole encounter confused the blond. He knew what it feels like to not be good enough and the lengths he would go to prove himself. He did not know what Sasuke’s rush was or why he would chose Orochimaru of all people. The ice prick had comeback from the snake with Naruto without much of fight over six months ago, Sasuke probably found out that Orochimaru’s interest in him was only so the bastard snake could take over his body. The raven haired bastard never told him why he had left the snake or what he had seen there. In fact Sasuke never spoke of the incident if he could help it.
The villagers did not take kindly to wayward shinobi and had black listed the Uchihha heir. Of course Sasuke would not apologize for leaving in the first place. Most likely from the frozen broom stick shoved up his ass, or so Naruto believed. Besides Sasuke left for what Naruto considered personal reasons and the dark haired bastard had never once fought against the leaf as a sound nin.
Well the time at the valley of the end did not count because they were fighting each other and that would happen anyway if Sasuke had left or not. Still the whispers of traitor followed Sasuke the same way the whispers of demon followed him.
A rain started to fall in a slow drizzle. The sound of it hitting the roof tops around him and dripping on to the ground drowned out the other little night time sounds of things chirping and scurrying around. The rain felt good on his sore and over exerted flesh, but Naruto hiked up his orange jacket, trying to keep the rain from running down his back. Still a good three blocks from his apartment, he did not pick up his pace. The blond had spent almost all his chakra on fighting with the raven haired bastard, who had seemed evan more adiment to kick his ass and show him up than normal. It was not often that he walked somewhere normally he ran or jumped from building to building, showing off his amazing skills to the people of Konoha. Contrary to popular belief he was not hyper all the time, just most of the time. At the moment he did not feel like running around drawing attention to himself, he was enjoying a rare bit of silence pondering what flavor of ramen to eat when he got home.
All at once the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Naruto could feel some one out there in the darkness of the ally, watching him.
He usually stayed to the back alleys to avoid the stares and snide comments that he always heard as he passed. When he was a kid, it always pissed him off. Then he found out about Kyuubi. It still pissed the blond off, mostly because they didn’t even try to understand. They just assumed that one day he would turn in to a kitsune and kill them all. The wet blond sighed as his peaceful walk home would soon not be so peaceful, he could feel the mans battle ready chakra.
The rain ran down his face in little rivers as he casually surveyed his fellow alley dweller. Who he had pinpointed his location by his hostile chakra, was standing in an alcove under two conjoining ledges. He was tall, about the same height as Kakashi. Black hair fell to his shoulders, the top part of his head covered by the Konoha forehead protector, Worn like a bandana so only the bottom part of his hair showed. He was wearing the standard ninja uniform, dark underclothes and a flack vest and was watching his every move like a hawk with it's pray in it's sight as he leaned on the wall. Naruto ingored the hostile feeling he was picking up from the man and continued along his merry way. if the man wanted to hate him than he could hate him. Naruto had found the people in his life that reconized him and appreciated him for him. If one lousy villager could not look passed the seal on his stomach to see the real person, then he was not going to waist his time trying to convince him. It would be pointless anyway.
The wind gusted, blowing a trash bin over, sending garbage sprawling across the alley as it plastered the orange jaket to the back side of the blond teen. A glass bottle rolled in to the alcove and stopped against Bandana Mans foot. The man stepped out from under the protection of the ledge, in to the gusting wind and drizzling rain and in to the light of one of the few windows in the alley. The light illuminated the man briefly as he briskly walked through the light and in to the main part of the ally. His face was bland except for a scar that ran from between his eyes to the middle of his cheek. The yellow lighting did nothing for his complexion either. The scared man continued to walk to the main branch of the alley. When he reached the center, instead of turning right to walk down the alley in front of the still walking Naruto, he spun left to face him. A snear on his scarred face.
“Boy. Or, perhaps ‘monster’ is more appropriate."
Naruto stopped walking as the man blocked his way out of the ally and clenched his fists at his side, he had known some thing was going to happen but had hoped that for once, he would be left alone. Sometimes a villager would get drunk and take their pent up anger out on him. Or try to, the last few years he could simply dodge and get away and leave the ass to sleep it off in the allies.
“Let me pass asshole.”
“No.”
With that one word, five kunai where flung at him. Naruto easily dodged them. Duck, sidestep right and roll left. As he came up from the roll, a well-placed kick,from the surprisingly fast man sent Naruto in to a set of trash bins. The rain had turned the bins contents’ in to nasty soup, a vile mix of green noodles mixed with old kitchen scraps,which Naruto was now covered in. The smell alone almost made him puke. Then he felt the wiggling under and on him.
Maggots. Thousands of them, all over his body.
“Agggggggggg”
The orange clad teen jumped up, spinning and slapping wildly, sending bottles and cans clattering down the alley. The blond spun twice, getting most of the maggots off. Than he was forced to dodge as a fist made a beeline for his face. The fist missed but it was supposed to. The quike jump back put Naruto right where the man had wanted him.
A quick knee to the stomach, followed by an elbow to the back sent Naruto sprawling face first into the trash again.
“This is where you belong, whelp,” Bandana Man said from across the alley.
“Face down in the trash with the maggots,” A voice said. It was much closer and colder.
‘Shit there’s two of the fuckers and they are pretty good, definitely not average villagers to have tricked me in to a frickin trap like this.’
“Fucking bastards.”
Naruto did a modified push up in the puddle that turned in to a sprinters stance. Shooting forward, the blond made about 3 strides. Bandana Man appeared beside him and let loose a kick aimed for Narutos head. The blue eyed teen saw it coming and could only lift his head, avoiding a painful face shot, but it hit his collarbone. Hard. The force in the kick sent him in to a mid air flip. Before the stunned blond could land head first on the wet cement, he put his right arm out to cushion his landing so at least he would not crack his scull open. He had been kicked towards the trash again and landed on one of the many glass bottles, which broke under the inpact of his arm. The pieces of glass where pushed in to his arm as the rest of his body weight slammed down.
The blue eyed teen got up quickly, getting into a crouching position and trying hard to not to look at the warm blood that he could feel run down his rain cooled arm. Bandana Man was blocking the alley in front of him. The other man, short and stocky with light hair, blocked the way behind him.
“Thinking of a way to fight? Or are you planning to run away?”
“You won’t win either way.” The short mans’ cold voice held an air of certainty in it.
“Like hell I won't. A baby could kick your asses”
Having gathered chakra at his feet as he spoke, he jumped as the last words of his taunt left his smilling face. He formed a crossed hand seal, and Narutos began popping up everywhere. He created only about 15 in his tired state and the look alikes were running around the alley some flipping kunai at the men, while others scampered onto the roofs, yelling insults.
The real wet blond went up and around Bandana Man, landing several feet behind him. The man was having no problems with the clones, dispatching them easily in to poofs of smoke. So was the other man who had just 'killed' off three of him with one move. The real Naruto launched himself at the back side of Bandana Man, who turned a little too slowly and caught the orange clad teens kick perfectly with his face. He was propelled by the kick, slammed in to a wall and with a small poof of smoke turned into a trash bin.
Naruto somersaulted, throwing kunai into a mess of boxes on the right side of the alley.
The sound “Ugh” let him know he scored a hit on to the real opponent and not another substitution. Before Naruto landed the somersault, the other man slammed a powerful roundhouse kick into his gut, slamming him in to the wall were he turned with a poof of smoke into a rather dented trash bin as he hit.
Naruto, from his new perch atop a ledge, hidden by the shadows of a larger ledge above him, surveyed the scene below. A few copies still ran around. The other man had finally moved in to the light so Naruto could see the confused look on his round face. Bandana Man came out from the boxes, nursing a deep kunai wound on his upper arm.
Naruto would wait for them to leave, then go home. Hopefully it would stop raining by then as well. As much as he wanted to hand their ass’s to them. He was already tired from training, and his arm needed to have the glass removed. It was still bleeding; some of the glass was in deep. Naruto reached over to try and pull some of the larger piece's of glass out so Kyuubi could start to heal it.
All of a sudden, three kunai slammed into his chest, shoulder and gut. He had never even seen them coming, or his clone that punched him in the face, sending him sliding down the wet roof to the street below. Naruto rolled with the fall, lessening the shock of the impact and pulling out the kunai from his flesh, throwing two at the men in the ally, only to have them turn into his own copies and disappear. Holding the last remaining kunai and taking a defensive stance, he sent his copies away. The two clones nearest him did not disappear in a cloud of smoke and started smirking. One started to laugh. It was a disturbing, disgusting sound that made the blond want to vomit at the mockery in it.
“Is that the best you got? You’re pathetic. Who do you think you’re fighting? Your little traitor friend? That pink haired slut? We are Jounins. You can’t beat us with this simple shit.”
The dawning realization of the severity of the situation hit Naruto.
‘Jounins, crap, crap, crapity crap the last time jounins ambushed me, I ended up in the hospital for a week.’
He was in some deep shit. It had been a long time since other shinobi had tried to beat on him. Let alone jounins. After the old Hokage had died the other shinobi had started to accept him more and more. There were still a few that did not like him. They must be part of the select few that no mater what he did, he could never get them to think that he was nothing more that a demon.
Both dropped the henge of Naruto and turned back into themselves. The wind blew, rocking the dented trash bin. The rain was dripping off Naruto’s face. The weight of the water held his normally spiky blond hair to his head. The water pushed his sweat in to the glass cuts making them sting. A tan hand was dripping rain thinned blood.
“Fuck you, bastards”
They attacked so fast that Naruto barely had time to block, let alone return hits. Naruto managed to block as Bandana Man punched his face but the other man spun low and took out his knees from behind. Naruto lurched forward slamming into the cement, rolling away from the stomping feet as soon as he hit. The hard pressed blond quickly got up on his feet, only to be smashed in the side by a powerfull kick by cold voice, sliding on the rain slicked wet cement. The glass in his arm, moved by the slide, reopened the wounds Kyuubi had healed shut, leaving a bloody streak down the ally. Somewhere in the slide he lost the last of his kunai, leaving him weaponless.
Growling fiercely, the blond charged the shorter man and scored a hit on the mans face before his partner showed up. Naruto held his own as the two men began to attack him all out. Several times he scored a kick on one of the two men after he had thwarted whatever combo they had performed but for the most part was on the receiving end. His hands were to occupied with defending himself to give him an opening to form seals and as the battle lingered on, he could feel himself getting tired.
His blocking of the deadly hits was getting sloppy and his breathing was ragged pants. No longer could he get a punch or kick in the moment after one was delivered to him and the man was open for that fraction of a second as he recovered from missing him. As the tired blue eyed teen barely blocked a wild punch that would of knocked out his teeth from the short cold voiced man, Bandana Man scored a kick square on his back. Naruto was knocked away from the fight and in to a wall were he slid down to meet the unforgiving cement of the ally.
As Naruto tried to stand on shaking legs, a hand clamped around his throat, pulling him forward making him to lose his balance and fall to his knees. Both of Naruto’s hands clamped around the wrist of the hand at his throat in an attempt to make it release him. The man with the cold voice just reached down and grabbed the pressure point on Naruto’s good wrist, making him let go and holding the captive hand out, so that Naruto could not pull it back. Bandana Man came up behind him and grabbed the collar of his jacket, yanking it away from Naruto’s neck exposing the tan flesh of his shoulder to the wind and the rain.
“You fucking bastards, let m-”
Naruto’s words were cut off as the hand at his throat tightened its grip, choking him. Then the pressure shifted, pushing the blue eyed teen’s head away from his exposed shoulder. He felt a pinch in the hollow in his collarbone, then a spreading coldness. Naruto started thrashing wildly in hopes to make tha man relinquish his grip on his throat, to no avail. The cold kept spreading, draining him of what little energy he had and the hand remained on his neck. The blond could feel the chakra leaving him, fading out as his struggles became harder and harder to continue. The hand loosened its’ grip on his throat as he stopped moving, concentrating on breathing, which had suddenly become difficult to do, despite the removal of the pressure from the hand on his throat. Naruto, gasping like a fish out of water, looked over to see a large syringe sticking out of his shoulder. Renewing his weakened struggles, he felt the syringe being removed, then a hand running though his wet hair.
The hand in his hair moved forward, grabbing the Konoha forehead protector.
“Shit like you don’t deserve to be shinobi.”
Yanking the forehead protector off and letting go of his collar, Bandana Man stepped back. Cold Voice in front of him let go as well, only to hit Naruto, knocking him down on to his injured arm. Choking back the yelp of pain Naruto jumped up as quickly as he could.
“Give it back, shit head” he rasped.
What, this?” Bandana Man held up the forehead protector and snapped the metal piece in half, throwing it in the trash bins that were near by.
“It really should by burned after being on him,” Cold Voice told Bandana Man.
Naruto charged the pale blond, fist back and ready to fight. He never got close enough to hit him. Cold Voice dodged, jumping back, blocking the way out of the ally. Bandana Man moved behind him.
As one they attacked. One kicked out Naruto’s knees as the other punched his face sending him sprawling on his back. Naruto jumped up as fast as he could, only to get hit again. The men moved around him. One would jump in, hitting, than jump back as the other would move in. His slowness surprised him. His arms and legs felt weighted and he could not get a full breath of air. The blue eyed teen could not move fast enough to block or counter. All he could do was get knocked around as he gasped and sputtered. The blond teen formed the seals at the first opening, hoping for an escape from the beating he was receiving. But nothing happened. It was as if he had no chakra.
“You can’t get away,” Bandana Man said as he landed a roundhouse kick to Naruto’s side, sending him sliding to the feet of Cold Voice, who kicked him hard enough to get him into an airborne spin. Bandana Man jumped over the orange clad teen and kicked straight down, slamming Naruto face down in to the wet cement. Where he lay gasping, unable to get up.
A foot slammed down in to his back, driving the precious air out of his lungs with such force his head swum.
The blond tried to get his hands under him to push up and relive some of the pressure on his chest so he could breath, but again, he moved too slowly. A foot stepped on his wounded arm, slowly putting pressure on it, driving the glass deeper in. He could see his arm a little off to the side of his head. As the pressure on it increased, he could see the blood spurt as a vain was punctured by the glass being forced deeper into his arm. Reaching over he grabbed the foot on his heavily bleeding arm. It was a bad angle and he had no leverage. He could not make it move. Naruto, getting desperate, started to buck and twist, to no reprive. Both men increased pressure, laughing at Naruto’s weak struggles.
Spots were appearing in his vision. The blonds breathing was shallow and rapid as the foot constricted his chest. Not enough air was getting in to his body. His tanned skin was turning blue. Naruto stopped thrashing and let his head rest in a puddle that was turning red from the blood running out of his arm. An audible pop was heard as one of Naruto’s ribs broke under the pressure of the foot pressing on his back.
There was not enough air left for him to scream. Naruto just gurgled in pain, clawing with his free hand at the cement under him. His vision blurred as he lost the ability to focus. The foot in front of him fuzzed and his blue tinted hand fell away. He could no longer feel his arms, the painful throb of the cuts blended in to one as a darkness formed around the corners of his vision. It slowly crept in so that all he could see was the foot on his arm and the rain that hit the red puddle he was in. There was another pop as another rib broke. The darkness slammed home and Naruto lay still in the red puddle.
The two men looked down at the unconscious Naruto, who was barely breathing in a pool of his own rain thinned-blood. The one with the bandana on used his foot to turn Naruto’s head, admiring the split lip and bruises that he had put on the whiskered face. The blood that ran out of his freshly broken nose added to the puddle under his head.
“Beautiful,” The cold voiced man smirked.
“We could do it here.”
“No it’s more fun when their awake. I like to hear the noise’s they make. And I have a feeling that he will not brake so easily.”
Bandana Man removed his foot from Naruto’s face. Took a side step and kicked Naruto hard in the broken ribs, watching the smaller body involuntary curl up. Moving his foot under Naruto he kicked again. The kick lifted Naruto up and slammed him in to the ally wall before crashing down in to the trash bins that he had first landed in. The rain had washed most of the maggots away but it was still disgusting.
“I do want to hear that one beg and plead and cry out.”
Both men turned and walked on of the ally. Leaving Naruto in the trash.
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Naruto awoke as the rain started to pour down like god himself was dumping buckets. Lightning split the sky overhead, and thunder crashed. Slowly Naruto forced his unwilling eyes to open. The smell of what he lay in nearly made him puke. However, when the blond heaved, searing pain shot up his back. Every breath sent waves of white hot pain up his abused back. Trying to move so he could get out of the stinking pile he was in.
Naruto had never felt so weak and drained, so utterly spent. The pain in his right arm flared up, reminding him of his other wounds besides his back as he tried to steady him self by leaning on the wall. The alley spun around him as lightning flashed increasing the vertigo he felt. The soaked, orange clothed teen leaned on the wall for about five minutes trying to steady his breathing and stop the alley from spinning. By then, he was cold and shivering, he could not seem to keep his body heat. Holding his wounded arm to his chest to protect it and keep him warm, he crossed the alley to the trash bin where his forehead protector was thrown.
“Fucking bastards,” Naruto mumbled.
As his fingers closed around the broken metal pieces, his knees gave out. His chest hit the edge of the bin, knocking it over onto him. The contents spilled on to him, but he was to busy trying not to scream to care. The pain in his back was overwhelming. Lying on his side he curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and shivering in the pile of rubbish.
“Why me?” he whispered. He knew the answer.
‘Kyuubi.’
Some people hated the fact that he was doing well as a shinobi. While most had figured out that he was never going to let Kyuubi out. Some blatantly refused all reason and still believed that he was just the human form of the demon fox. Tsunade had helped a lot when she had made a reference to him in one of her speeches. Some thing like, you can put a snake in a box, the box does not become a snake, it’s just a box with a snake in it. Most of the people understood what she had been getting at. The speech had been right after the last anniversary of the fourths death and he had his arm broken by a group of villagers. Mostly it was his fault for getting it broke because he did not want to hurt them. Still, some people could not talk a hint.
After a few minutes the pain had dulled enough and he tried to stand. Pushing up with his good arm and getting his feet under him. Standing up too quickly, he stumbled and fell against the alley wall. He landed on his right arm. Hissing in pain, he pushed away and started home, stumbling more than once. The three blocks to his home had never seamed so long.
Opening the door and stepping in, the blond shivered as the water dripped off him and formed a bloody puddle at his feet. Taking his orange jacket off, the blond winced in pain as it slid off his right arm and cringed at the smell and the little green god knows what’s that were sticking to the orange fabric.
‘Fuck it smells like I rolled in shit. I’ll wash it later.’
Dropping it at the door, he walked straight to the bathroom, placing the broken forehead protector on the counter. He looked up in to the mirror, his reflection surprising him.
“Holy shit, I look like shit.”
His lip was split and there were bruises on his nose and eyes. Looking down at his arm, a twinge of panic hit. It was still bleeding. Kyuubi should have healed up to the glass by now. Grabbing a piece, he pulled it out, grimacing in pain as he did. Watching the wound he counted to ten.
Nothing. It did not heal. Not a bit.
“Shit.”
‘Kyuubi what are you fucking doing? I need your help here.’
Naruto continued to mentally yell at Kyuubi as he grabbed piece after piece of glass and pulled the shards out. Soon, the counter was covered in glass and blood. Still, the jagged wounds did not heal. Shivering Naruto realized how cold he felt. Walking over, he turned on the shower on to hot, letting the steam waft out and over him. Grabbing the edges of his black tee shirt, he lifted it, only to double over in pain. After a few moments of swearing and panting he straightened and tried again. Lifting slowly, he got it to his armpits, then let go and grabbed it from behind his head, pulling it over his head with only minor pain from his back and arm. Dropping the shirt as he looked in the mirror.
“Fuck. I really do look like shit.”
He was covered in cuts and bruises. Turning a little to the side, he saw the large bruise on his back. Touching it caused massive pain to course through his spine. So much that his legs threatened to give out. Holding on to the counter to steady himself, he saw the round mark on his collar bone reflected in the mirror.
‘They injected me with something. Is that why Kyuubi is not healing me? Fuck.’
Looking in the mirror again, he saw the kunai wounds that were half healed, as well as several others he got before they injected him with that crap.
‘Shit. That has to be it.’
Steam was rising out of the shower and it was filling the room. The water heater would not hold out all night so, shivering, he striped the rest of the way and climbed in. Feeling the monetary sting of water on wound then the blond teen relaxed, letting the hot water wash away the rest of the blood and crud from the trash. Still with the water on as hot as it would go, he felt cold. Naruto washed quickly mostly to get the smell of the trash off of him and got out, wrapping himself in a towel and shivering as he dried off.
‘Fuck, I can’t seem to get warm.’
Walking out of the bathroom to the bedroom, he put on some shorts. He wrapped the towel around his still bleeding arm and crawled in to bed. The blue eyes were half lidded as Naruto thought about what to do. And how pissed Tsunade was going to be. She got mad every time this sort of thing had happened and she got quite hostile mostly because every one would side with the villagers and not him. Well Iruka always sided with him and Sasuke and Sakura did too. Most of the other shinobi that had earned their forehead protectors the same time he did, sided with him. But then, they still did not know about the demon sealed inside of him.
Slowly Naruto turned and looked at the clock.
2:00 AM
‘So much for kicking Sasuke’s ass tomorrow. God damn I’m tired. Kyuubi can fix this shit when I sleep. Poison doesn’t affect him, so why should this shit? I’ll wake up fine tomorrow with just some bruising and Iruka will take me out to get ramen. Kyuubi can fix bigger wounds than this, it’s just taking time for him to overcome whatever poison they used.’
“I’ll just sleep it off,” he muttered.
Lying on his side, Naruto pulled the covers up tight to his chin and fell in to a deep sleep. Dreaming about the many bowls’s of ramen Iruka would buy him when he saw his favorite former student covered in bruise’s.
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Beating me down
I do not own Naruto
WARNING: Violence, blood.
A/N This is a very very dark angsty story lots of blood, guts, gore, rape(yaoi) and drugs. This story started out as a way to vent off some mental steam. I really like Naruto and will try to give the story a happy ending.
A/N PART 2
I AM GOING THROUGH AND FIXING A LOT IN THE STORY. I FINALLY HAVE FIGURED OUT HOW TO WORK SPELL CHECK AND WILL BE EDITING THE STORY CHAPTER BY CHAPTER. I WILL BE RE-POSTING ABOUT 1-2 CHAPTERS A DAY. AND IF YOU HAVE READ THIS STORY BEFORE THEN YOU KNOW IT NEEDS THIS.
PS. If you see any big errors, please, please, please tell me. Spell check is great but I can still mess it up.
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A panting, orange clad form, slowly walked down the dark street heading home after a trying day. Blond hair messed up more than normal and several rips in his clothes to accompany the dirt smudges that covered him. The small nicks and scratches that blemished his face and arms were fading from the tan skin as Naruto continued his pilgrimage home. The last rays of sunlight had vanished hours ago, leaving the tired blond to find his way in the dark. Kakashi had kept them late, training. Team 7 had not received any missions of late. Well none worth mentioning, mostly errands. The last one being to run some healing scrolls to the Sand village, something any old delivery boy could do.
Naruto knew he was as good as any Chuunin if not better and that was not his pride speaking either. Sometimes he thought that the only reason he failed the exams last time was because he contained Kyuubi. Which should not have mattered because Tsunade did not care about the him being the vessel for the damn fox. But the old hag did have to honor the opinions of the elders and examiners. So until he got the favor of the old bats and the assholes the gave the damn exam he might as well not even be in it.
The blond sighed and looked up at the sky as he walked. Clouds covered the moon and it had been threatening to rain all day. One fat rain drop splashed down in to the brilliant blue eye of the boy walking down the street. He blinked and rubbed the wet eye as he turned in to an deserted ally that led to his meager home.
Every muscle in his body seemed to protest his continued motion. Kyuubi would heal cuts, stabs and scrapes. Aches had to go away on their own. The damn fox demon just sped the process up a bit. The bastard Sasuke would be suffering as well after sparring all day. Naruto's face broke out in to a large grin at the thought of the bastard not being able to move tomorrow. He, on the other hand, would be fine tomorrow and totally kick the ice prick's butt. In front of Sakura, too.
Naruto knew that he still had to be careful though. Sasuke could pull some rather cool shit from time to time. Shit that a Chuunin should not know, let alone a Genin. The raven haired teen should have passed last time too, he should of passed several times before last time, but somehow he didn’t. Maybe they still didn’t trust him after that whole Orochimaru thing. The whole encounter confused the blond. He knew what it feels like to not be good enough and the lengths he would go to prove himself. He did not know what Sasuke’s rush was or why he would chose Orochimaru of all people. The ice prick had comeback from the snake with Naruto without much of fight over six months ago, Sasuke probably found out that Orochimaru’s interest in him was only so the bastard snake could take over his body. The raven haired bastard never told him why he had left the snake or what he had seen there. In fact Sasuke never spoke of the incident if he could help it.
The villagers did not take kindly to wayward shinobi and had black listed the Uchihha heir. Of course Sasuke would not apologize for leaving in the first place. Most likely from the frozen broom stick shoved up his ass, or so Naruto believed. Besides Sasuke left for what Naruto considered personal reasons and the dark haired bastard had never once fought against the leaf as a sound nin.
Well the time at the valley of the end did not count because they were fighting each other and that would happen anyway if Sasuke had left or not. Still the whispers of traitor followed Sasuke the same way the whispers of demon followed him.
A rain started to fall in a slow drizzle. The sound of it hitting the roof tops around him and dripping on to the ground drowned out the other little night time sounds of things chirping and scurrying around. The rain felt good on his sore and over exerted flesh, but Naruto hiked up his orange jacket, trying to keep the rain from running down his back. Still a good three blocks from his apartment, he did not pick up his pace. The blond had spent almost all his chakra on fighting with the raven haired bastard, who had seemed evan more adiment to kick his ass and show him up than normal. It was not often that he walked somewhere normally he ran or jumped from building to building, showing off his amazing skills to the people of Konoha. Contrary to popular belief he was not hyper all the time, just most of the time. At the moment he did not feel like running around drawing attention to himself, he was enjoying a rare bit of silence pondering what flavor of ramen to eat when he got home.
All at once the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Naruto could feel some one out there in the darkness of the ally, watching him.
He usually stayed to the back alleys to avoid the stares and snide comments that he always heard as he passed. When he was a kid, it always pissed him off. Then he found out about Kyuubi. It still pissed the blond off, mostly because they didn’t even try to understand. They just assumed that one day he would turn in to a kitsune and kill them all. The wet blond sighed as his peaceful walk home would soon not be so peaceful, he could feel the mans battle ready chakra.
The rain ran down his face in little rivers as he casually surveyed his fellow alley dweller. Who he had pinpointed his location by his hostile chakra, was standing in an alcove under two conjoining ledges. He was tall, about the same height as Kakashi. Black hair fell to his shoulders, the top part of his head covered by the Konoha forehead protector, Worn like a bandana so only the bottom part of his hair showed. He was wearing the standard ninja uniform, dark underclothes and a flack vest and was watching his every move like a hawk with it's pray in it's sight as he leaned on the wall. Naruto ingored the hostile feeling he was picking up from the man and continued along his merry way. if the man wanted to hate him than he could hate him. Naruto had found the people in his life that reconized him and appreciated him for him. If one lousy villager could not look passed the seal on his stomach to see the real person, then he was not going to waist his time trying to convince him. It would be pointless anyway.
The wind gusted, blowing a trash bin over, sending garbage sprawling across the alley as it plastered the orange jaket to the back side of the blond teen. A glass bottle rolled in to the alcove and stopped against Bandana Mans foot. The man stepped out from under the protection of the ledge, in to the gusting wind and drizzling rain and in to the light of one of the few windows in the alley. The light illuminated the man briefly as he briskly walked through the light and in to the main part of the ally. His face was bland except for a scar that ran from between his eyes to the middle of his cheek. The yellow lighting did nothing for his complexion either. The scared man continued to walk to the main branch of the alley. When he reached the center, instead of turning right to walk down the alley in front of the still walking Naruto, he spun left to face him. A snear on his scarred face.
“Boy. Or, perhaps ‘monster’ is more appropriate."
Naruto stopped walking as the man blocked his way out of the ally and clenched his fists at his side, he had known some thing was going to happen but had hoped that for once, he would be left alone. Sometimes a villager would get drunk and take their pent up anger out on him. Or try to, the last few years he could simply dodge and get away and leave the ass to sleep it off in the allies.
“Let me pass asshole.”
“No.”
With that one word, five kunai where flung at him. Naruto easily dodged them. Duck, sidestep right and roll left. As he came up from the roll, a well-placed kick,from the surprisingly fast man sent Naruto in to a set of trash bins. The rain had turned the bins contents’ in to nasty soup, a vile mix of green noodles mixed with old kitchen scraps,which Naruto was now covered in. The smell alone almost made him puke. Then he felt the wiggling under and on him.
Maggots. Thousands of them, all over his body.
“Agggggggggg”
The orange clad teen jumped up, spinning and slapping wildly, sending bottles and cans clattering down the alley. The blond spun twice, getting most of the maggots off. Than he was forced to dodge as a fist made a beeline for his face. The fist missed but it was supposed to. The quike jump back put Naruto right where the man had wanted him.
A quick knee to the stomach, followed by an elbow to the back sent Naruto sprawling face first into the trash again.
“This is where you belong, whelp,” Bandana Man said from across the alley.
“Face down in the trash with the maggots,” A voice said. It was much closer and colder.
‘Shit there’s two of the fuckers and they are pretty good, definitely not average villagers to have tricked me in to a frickin trap like this.’
“Fucking bastards.”
Naruto did a modified push up in the puddle that turned in to a sprinters stance. Shooting forward, the blond made about 3 strides. Bandana Man appeared beside him and let loose a kick aimed for Narutos head. The blue eyed teen saw it coming and could only lift his head, avoiding a painful face shot, but it hit his collarbone. Hard. The force in the kick sent him in to a mid air flip. Before the stunned blond could land head first on the wet cement, he put his right arm out to cushion his landing so at least he would not crack his scull open. He had been kicked towards the trash again and landed on one of the many glass bottles, which broke under the inpact of his arm. The pieces of glass where pushed in to his arm as the rest of his body weight slammed down.
The blue eyed teen got up quickly, getting into a crouching position and trying hard to not to look at the warm blood that he could feel run down his rain cooled arm. Bandana Man was blocking the alley in front of him. The other man, short and stocky with light hair, blocked the way behind him.
“Thinking of a way to fight? Or are you planning to run away?”
“You won’t win either way.” The short mans’ cold voice held an air of certainty in it.
“Like hell I won't. A baby could kick your asses”
Having gathered chakra at his feet as he spoke, he jumped as the last words of his taunt left his smilling face. He formed a crossed hand seal, and Narutos began popping up everywhere. He created only about 15 in his tired state and the look alikes were running around the alley some flipping kunai at the men, while others scampered onto the roofs, yelling insults.
The real wet blond went up and around Bandana Man, landing several feet behind him. The man was having no problems with the clones, dispatching them easily in to poofs of smoke. So was the other man who had just 'killed' off three of him with one move. The real Naruto launched himself at the back side of Bandana Man, who turned a little too slowly and caught the orange clad teens kick perfectly with his face. He was propelled by the kick, slammed in to a wall and with a small poof of smoke turned into a trash bin.
Naruto somersaulted, throwing kunai into a mess of boxes on the right side of the alley.
The sound “Ugh” let him know he scored a hit on to the real opponent and not another substitution. Before Naruto landed the somersault, the other man slammed a powerful roundhouse kick into his gut, slamming him in to the wall were he turned with a poof of smoke into a rather dented trash bin as he hit.
Naruto, from his new perch atop a ledge, hidden by the shadows of a larger ledge above him, surveyed the scene below. A few copies still ran around. The other man had finally moved in to the light so Naruto could see the confused look on his round face. Bandana Man came out from the boxes, nursing a deep kunai wound on his upper arm.
Naruto would wait for them to leave, then go home. Hopefully it would stop raining by then as well. As much as he wanted to hand their ass’s to them. He was already tired from training, and his arm needed to have the glass removed. It was still bleeding; some of the glass was in deep. Naruto reached over to try and pull some of the larger piece's of glass out so Kyuubi could start to heal it.
All of a sudden, three kunai slammed into his chest, shoulder and gut. He had never even seen them coming, or his clone that punched him in the face, sending him sliding down the wet roof to the street below. Naruto rolled with the fall, lessening the shock of the impact and pulling out the kunai from his flesh, throwing two at the men in the ally, only to have them turn into his own copies and disappear. Holding the last remaining kunai and taking a defensive stance, he sent his copies away. The two clones nearest him did not disappear in a cloud of smoke and started smirking. One started to laugh. It was a disturbing, disgusting sound that made the blond want to vomit at the mockery in it.
“Is that the best you got? You’re pathetic. Who do you think you’re fighting? Your little traitor friend? That pink haired slut? We are Jounins. You can’t beat us with this simple shit.”
The dawning realization of the severity of the situation hit Naruto.
‘Jounins, crap, crap, crapity crap the last time jounins ambushed me, I ended up in the hospital for a week.’
He was in some deep shit. It had been a long time since other shinobi had tried to beat on him. Let alone jounins. After the old Hokage had died the other shinobi had started to accept him more and more. There were still a few that did not like him. They must be part of the select few that no mater what he did, he could never get them to think that he was nothing more that a demon.
Both dropped the henge of Naruto and turned back into themselves. The wind blew, rocking the dented trash bin. The rain was dripping off Naruto’s face. The weight of the water held his normally spiky blond hair to his head. The water pushed his sweat in to the glass cuts making them sting. A tan hand was dripping rain thinned blood.
“Fuck you, bastards”
They attacked so fast that Naruto barely had time to block, let alone return hits. Naruto managed to block as Bandana Man punched his face but the other man spun low and took out his knees from behind. Naruto lurched forward slamming into the cement, rolling away from the stomping feet as soon as he hit. The hard pressed blond quickly got up on his feet, only to be smashed in the side by a powerfull kick by cold voice, sliding on the rain slicked wet cement. The glass in his arm, moved by the slide, reopened the wounds Kyuubi had healed shut, leaving a bloody streak down the ally. Somewhere in the slide he lost the last of his kunai, leaving him weaponless.
Growling fiercely, the blond charged the shorter man and scored a hit on the mans face before his partner showed up. Naruto held his own as the two men began to attack him all out. Several times he scored a kick on one of the two men after he had thwarted whatever combo they had performed but for the most part was on the receiving end. His hands were to occupied with defending himself to give him an opening to form seals and as the battle lingered on, he could feel himself getting tired.
His blocking of the deadly hits was getting sloppy and his breathing was ragged pants. No longer could he get a punch or kick in the moment after one was delivered to him and the man was open for that fraction of a second as he recovered from missing him. As the tired blue eyed teen barely blocked a wild punch that would of knocked out his teeth from the short cold voiced man, Bandana Man scored a kick square on his back. Naruto was knocked away from the fight and in to a wall were he slid down to meet the unforgiving cement of the ally.
As Naruto tried to stand on shaking legs, a hand clamped around his throat, pulling him forward making him to lose his balance and fall to his knees. Both of Naruto’s hands clamped around the wrist of the hand at his throat in an attempt to make it release him. The man with the cold voice just reached down and grabbed the pressure point on Naruto’s good wrist, making him let go and holding the captive hand out, so that Naruto could not pull it back. Bandana Man came up behind him and grabbed the collar of his jacket, yanking it away from Naruto’s neck exposing the tan flesh of his shoulder to the wind and the rain.
“You fucking bastards, let m-”
Naruto’s words were cut off as the hand at his throat tightened its grip, choking him. Then the pressure shifted, pushing the blue eyed teen’s head away from his exposed shoulder. He felt a pinch in the hollow in his collarbone, then a spreading coldness. Naruto started thrashing wildly in hopes to make tha man relinquish his grip on his throat, to no avail. The cold kept spreading, draining him of what little energy he had and the hand remained on his neck. The blond could feel the chakra leaving him, fading out as his struggles became harder and harder to continue. The hand loosened its’ grip on his throat as he stopped moving, concentrating on breathing, which had suddenly become difficult to do, despite the removal of the pressure from the hand on his throat. Naruto, gasping like a fish out of water, looked over to see a large syringe sticking out of his shoulder. Renewing his weakened struggles, he felt the syringe being removed, then a hand running though his wet hair.
The hand in his hair moved forward, grabbing the Konoha forehead protector.
“Shit like you don’t deserve to be shinobi.”
Yanking the forehead protector off and letting go of his collar, Bandana Man stepped back. Cold Voice in front of him let go as well, only to hit Naruto, knocking him down on to his injured arm. Choking back the yelp of pain Naruto jumped up as quickly as he could.
“Give it back, shit head” he rasped.
What, this?” Bandana Man held up the forehead protector and snapped the metal piece in half, throwing it in the trash bins that were near by.
“It really should by burned after being on him,” Cold Voice told Bandana Man.
Naruto charged the pale blond, fist back and ready to fight. He never got close enough to hit him. Cold Voice dodged, jumping back, blocking the way out of the ally. Bandana Man moved behind him.
As one they attacked. One kicked out Naruto’s knees as the other punched his face sending him sprawling on his back. Naruto jumped up as fast as he could, only to get hit again. The men moved around him. One would jump in, hitting, than jump back as the other would move in. His slowness surprised him. His arms and legs felt weighted and he could not get a full breath of air. The blue eyed teen could not move fast enough to block or counter. All he could do was get knocked around as he gasped and sputtered. The blond teen formed the seals at the first opening, hoping for an escape from the beating he was receiving. But nothing happened. It was as if he had no chakra.
“You can’t get away,” Bandana Man said as he landed a roundhouse kick to Naruto’s side, sending him sliding to the feet of Cold Voice, who kicked him hard enough to get him into an airborne spin. Bandana Man jumped over the orange clad teen and kicked straight down, slamming Naruto face down in to the wet cement. Where he lay gasping, unable to get up.
A foot slammed down in to his back, driving the precious air out of his lungs with such force his head swum.
The blond tried to get his hands under him to push up and relive some of the pressure on his chest so he could breath, but again, he moved too slowly. A foot stepped on his wounded arm, slowly putting pressure on it, driving the glass deeper in. He could see his arm a little off to the side of his head. As the pressure on it increased, he could see the blood spurt as a vain was punctured by the glass being forced deeper into his arm. Reaching over he grabbed the foot on his heavily bleeding arm. It was a bad angle and he had no leverage. He could not make it move. Naruto, getting desperate, started to buck and twist, to no reprive. Both men increased pressure, laughing at Naruto’s weak struggles.
Spots were appearing in his vision. The blonds breathing was shallow and rapid as the foot constricted his chest. Not enough air was getting in to his body. His tanned skin was turning blue. Naruto stopped thrashing and let his head rest in a puddle that was turning red from the blood running out of his arm. An audible pop was heard as one of Naruto’s ribs broke under the pressure of the foot pressing on his back.
There was not enough air left for him to scream. Naruto just gurgled in pain, clawing with his free hand at the cement under him. His vision blurred as he lost the ability to focus. The foot in front of him fuzzed and his blue tinted hand fell away. He could no longer feel his arms, the painful throb of the cuts blended in to one as a darkness formed around the corners of his vision. It slowly crept in so that all he could see was the foot on his arm and the rain that hit the red puddle he was in. There was another pop as another rib broke. The darkness slammed home and Naruto lay still in the red puddle.
The two men looked down at the unconscious Naruto, who was barely breathing in a pool of his own rain thinned-blood. The one with the bandana on used his foot to turn Naruto’s head, admiring the split lip and bruises that he had put on the whiskered face. The blood that ran out of his freshly broken nose added to the puddle under his head.
“Beautiful,” The cold voiced man smirked.
“We could do it here.”
“No it’s more fun when their awake. I like to hear the noise’s they make. And I have a feeling that he will not brake so easily.”
Bandana Man removed his foot from Naruto’s face. Took a side step and kicked Naruto hard in the broken ribs, watching the smaller body involuntary curl up. Moving his foot under Naruto he kicked again. The kick lifted Naruto up and slammed him in to the ally wall before crashing down in to the trash bins that he had first landed in. The rain had washed most of the maggots away but it was still disgusting.
“I do want to hear that one beg and plead and cry out.”
Both men turned and walked on of the ally. Leaving Naruto in the trash.
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Naruto awoke as the rain started to pour down like god himself was dumping buckets. Lightning split the sky overhead, and thunder crashed. Slowly Naruto forced his unwilling eyes to open. The smell of what he lay in nearly made him puke. However, when the blond heaved, searing pain shot up his back. Every breath sent waves of white hot pain up his abused back. Trying to move so he could get out of the stinking pile he was in.
Naruto had never felt so weak and drained, so utterly spent. The pain in his right arm flared up, reminding him of his other wounds besides his back as he tried to steady him self by leaning on the wall. The alley spun around him as lightning flashed increasing the vertigo he felt. The soaked, orange clothed teen leaned on the wall for about five minutes trying to steady his breathing and stop the alley from spinning. By then, he was cold and shivering, he could not seem to keep his body heat. Holding his wounded arm to his chest to protect it and keep him warm, he crossed the alley to the trash bin where his forehead protector was thrown.
“Fucking bastards,” Naruto mumbled.
As his fingers closed around the broken metal pieces, his knees gave out. His chest hit the edge of the bin, knocking it over onto him. The contents spilled on to him, but he was to busy trying not to scream to care. The pain in his back was overwhelming. Lying on his side he curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and shivering in the pile of rubbish.
“Why me?” he whispered. He knew the answer.
‘Kyuubi.’
Some people hated the fact that he was doing well as a shinobi. While most had figured out that he was never going to let Kyuubi out. Some blatantly refused all reason and still believed that he was just the human form of the demon fox. Tsunade had helped a lot when she had made a reference to him in one of her speeches. Some thing like, you can put a snake in a box, the box does not become a snake, it’s just a box with a snake in it. Most of the people understood what she had been getting at. The speech had been right after the last anniversary of the fourths death and he had his arm broken by a group of villagers. Mostly it was his fault for getting it broke because he did not want to hurt them. Still, some people could not talk a hint.
After a few minutes the pain had dulled enough and he tried to stand. Pushing up with his good arm and getting his feet under him. Standing up too quickly, he stumbled and fell against the alley wall. He landed on his right arm. Hissing in pain, he pushed away and started home, stumbling more than once. The three blocks to his home had never seamed so long.
Opening the door and stepping in, the blond shivered as the water dripped off him and formed a bloody puddle at his feet. Taking his orange jacket off, the blond winced in pain as it slid off his right arm and cringed at the smell and the little green god knows what’s that were sticking to the orange fabric.
‘Fuck it smells like I rolled in shit. I’ll wash it later.’
Dropping it at the door, he walked straight to the bathroom, placing the broken forehead protector on the counter. He looked up in to the mirror, his reflection surprising him.
“Holy shit, I look like shit.”
His lip was split and there were bruises on his nose and eyes. Looking down at his arm, a twinge of panic hit. It was still bleeding. Kyuubi should have healed up to the glass by now. Grabbing a piece, he pulled it out, grimacing in pain as he did. Watching the wound he counted to ten.
Nothing. It did not heal. Not a bit.
“Shit.”
‘Kyuubi what are you fucking doing? I need your help here.’
Naruto continued to mentally yell at Kyuubi as he grabbed piece after piece of glass and pulled the shards out. Soon, the counter was covered in glass and blood. Still, the jagged wounds did not heal. Shivering Naruto realized how cold he felt. Walking over, he turned on the shower on to hot, letting the steam waft out and over him. Grabbing the edges of his black tee shirt, he lifted it, only to double over in pain. After a few moments of swearing and panting he straightened and tried again. Lifting slowly, he got it to his armpits, then let go and grabbed it from behind his head, pulling it over his head with only minor pain from his back and arm. Dropping the shirt as he looked in the mirror.
“Fuck. I really do look like shit.”
He was covered in cuts and bruises. Turning a little to the side, he saw the large bruise on his back. Touching it caused massive pain to course through his spine. So much that his legs threatened to give out. Holding on to the counter to steady himself, he saw the round mark on his collar bone reflected in the mirror.
‘They injected me with something. Is that why Kyuubi is not healing me? Fuck.’
Looking in the mirror again, he saw the kunai wounds that were half healed, as well as several others he got before they injected him with that crap.
‘Shit. That has to be it.’
Steam was rising out of the shower and it was filling the room. The water heater would not hold out all night so, shivering, he striped the rest of the way and climbed in. Feeling the monetary sting of water on wound then the blond teen relaxed, letting the hot water wash away the rest of the blood and crud from the trash. Still with the water on as hot as it would go, he felt cold. Naruto washed quickly mostly to get the smell of the trash off of him and got out, wrapping himself in a towel and shivering as he dried off.
‘Fuck, I can’t seem to get warm.’
Walking out of the bathroom to the bedroom, he put on some shorts. He wrapped the towel around his still bleeding arm and crawled in to bed. The blue eyes were half lidded as Naruto thought about what to do. And how pissed Tsunade was going to be. She got mad every time this sort of thing had happened and she got quite hostile mostly because every one would side with the villagers and not him. Well Iruka always sided with him and Sasuke and Sakura did too. Most of the other shinobi that had earned their forehead protectors the same time he did, sided with him. But then, they still did not know about the demon sealed inside of him.
Slowly Naruto turned and looked at the clock.
2:00 AM
‘So much for kicking Sasuke’s ass tomorrow. God damn I’m tired. Kyuubi can fix this shit when I sleep. Poison doesn’t affect him, so why should this shit? I’ll wake up fine tomorrow with just some bruising and Iruka will take me out to get ramen. Kyuubi can fix bigger wounds than this, it’s just taking time for him to overcome whatever poison they used.’
“I’ll just sleep it off,” he muttered.
Lying on his side, Naruto pulled the covers up tight to his chin and fell in to a deep sleep. Dreaming about the many bowls’s of ramen Iruka would buy him when he saw his favorite former student covered in bruise’s.
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