Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Burned, Drugged and Dieing for You ❯ Everyone Has Problems ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: anime-luney 
Yay, update! Go you peoples! Yep, I liked this story, and I have the will to update, so…here it is! Read pls, and reviews motivate me more. Hehehe….Just read please! And sorry for the problems at first, heh, I fixed it though so no worries!
WARNING: Masturbation, smoking, incest thoughts and feelings, cutting, drinking, slight theft, angst, new pairings introduced (I hope no one hates them…all yaoi, of course), and maybe-probably more. Wow, so much! Basically, if there’s something about yaoi you don’t like, it will probably show up here….
Disclaimer: I no own. So sad. But, this plot is mine! You can take Naruto being on drugs, but….you get it, so hurry up and read.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.14.2007 | Updated On: 10.14.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
Yay, update! Go you peoples! Yep, I liked this story, and I have the will to update, so…here it is! Read pls, and reviews motivate me more. Hehehe….Just read please! And sorry for the problems at first, heh, I fixed it though so no worries!
WARNING: Masturbation, smoking, incest thoughts and feelings, cutting, drinking, slight theft, angst, new pairings introduced (I hope no one hates them…all yaoi, of course), and maybe-probably more. Wow, so much! Basically, if there’s something about yaoi you don’t like, it will probably show up here….
Disclaimer: I no own. So sad. But, this plot is mine! You can take Naruto being on drugs, but….you get it, so hurry up and read.
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.14.2007 | Updated On: 10.14.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 657 | Status: Work In Progress
Naruto sat up groggily as his alarm blared. His hand sleepily rubbed his eyes, yawning as he slammed his alarm off. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, and felt a mild stab of pain. His eyes snapped open.
“Wha? But, it's been a night! I've never stayed hurt for more than a night!” He said. It was true. No matter how much damage he took, he would always be fine in the morning. Why did he still feel pain?
“My god…What did I do to myself last night!” he screamed, running out to the living room. He saw two empty needles, obviously used, and…something he'd have to clean about now. He cursed in his head, and even more out load.
He went into his kitchen, wetted a washcloth and went back out to scrub. He blew strands of silken sun out of his face as he set to work. This day all ready sucked. In a bad way to.
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Sasuke woke from his own slumber. He coughed slightly, and reached over to his bedside table. He opened a drawer, and took out some cigarettes. He shook one out and lit up, inhaling the cancer stick with a shuddering sigh. He had taken up smoking about the time Naruto took up drugs, though neither knew of the others slow suicide.
He stood up and with the burning inches of disease jittering on his lips he walked down the hall, poisonous smoke wafting behind him in a trail. His kitchen was a normal one, somewhat big. He moved to make a healthy meal for his breakfast. After all, he would need something good in his body, to try and counter the filth he was sucking up now.
He often felt sick with himself in the morning. He sometimes felt like vomiting, he hated himself so much. As his shaky hands reached for his addiction he cursed and swore he'd chop his hands off to keep from grabbing them. They had become a symbol of his weakness. And he kept taking them.
His body hurt if he didn't have his morning smoke. He was thoroughly addicted by now, and instead of coffee it was cigarettes. If only everyone knew…He shook his head. They would try and make him stop. He needed to quit on his own. If he couldn't do that, then he could never hope to kill Itachi.
Itachi…How he hated him. He hated him so much. But it was the blind kind, and he knew it. He knew he would need the cold, killing hate. Not the rush into battle in a rage shit he had. He needed the hate that his brother carried. He needed what his brother had, once again.
How he truly hated his brother. His dreams of killing him, breaking him, hurting him and making him scream his name in utter agony made a sick pleasure pump his veins. In the morning, he found that he would have cum in his dreams.
His hand went down to caress his crotch. He took the cig out of his mouth, flicking it into the sink. His eyes lidded. He slowly rubbed, the fabric crushing into him causing his cock to rise. His beautiful brother…
He longed for him. Oh, how he longed for him, in ways a brother shouldn't. In ways a man shouldn't a man. A boy shouldn't another boy. But he did. Every night he dreamed of killing. Of touching his brother's skin, the delicate throat of his families murderer. Watching the light fade from those entrancing black eyes. Or better yet, red eyes, the commas trying to turn, but with no energy to keep it going.
His hand went up, slipping under the hem of his shorts. His eyes shuttered down, rapture starting to creep over them. His other hand snatched the shorts down enough for his shaft and balls to hang out, open for his hands to play with. He grasped his throbbing member in his hands and began to pump, going faster and faster, and mind on only one person.
He fondled his sac, rolling his nuts around in his palm. His face became flushed as he worked his privates, panting while the pleasure rolled up his spine. He felt the pre-cum smear on his hands, the broiling in his balls, and he came. He looked at the white fluid that had shot out onto the linoleum in his kitchen. He fell to his knees, his piece going soft and limp.
He rested there, waiting for his strength and fake dignity to return. He looked around for his pack of cigarettes, and found none. He got up to his feet, and reached for the one he had thrown away earlier. He took as long a drag as he could, the smoldering embers almost out. It was disgusting how much his life hanged on these rolls of paper death.
He turned to the mess on the floor, and sighed. He needed to clean it up now. He went and got the mop, intending to not touch it at all. It was so disgusting how….
How much he loved his brother.
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Sakura slammed her alarm off. She got up slowly, not feeling up to another dead end day. She had long ago, in her mind, realized that Sasuke wouldn't like her. She hadn't accepted it, at least on the outside. On the inside, she was never really happy.
She looked at the clock. Kakashi-sensei had said at 8. It was 6. Kakashi was always late anyway. She never bothered to remember why she got up so early. It really didn't take as long as most assume for her to do her hair, and she always wears the same thing, so clothes don't hold her up. Was it just so she could have time to think?
She shook her head. She sat down on her bed. She felt to...good. Her body was feeling fine, her family was whole and well, sure she didn't have Sasuke, but then no one had him. She did have someone vying for her attention to, even though it was just overly happy Naruto.
She felt an urge. An urge to do something impure, something no one would expect of her. She wasn't going to do something like drugs, or smoke, or masturbate. She found that some people expected her to, since masturbating would be over the Uchiha, smoking would be to look cool for the Uchiha, and drugs to make her feel better when refused by the Uchiha.
No one would expect her to cut herself.
Why? Because it left scars. Scars were unappealing. She wanted to appeal to Sasuke. Simple logic. Yet it was wrong. Deadly wrong.
The pink haired girl reached over to her drawer, and pulled out a kunai. She pulled her shorts up, to reveal more skin. She nicked it, watching the small thing of red well up.
Tears of sadness and insatiable loneliness welled in her eyes. Her life sucked. The guy she wanted hated her. The guy she hated wanted her. No one but Naruto and rock lee liked her. She was just a normal girl. Smart. But normal.
How boring. She would graduate. She would live, wanting Sasuke. She would find someone who liked her, and who she sort of liked. She would think of Sasuke all the time, as her husband and her parted, spent time together, did things…She felt horrible, knowing she wouldn't stop loving Sasuke.
She cut deep. The red spilled down her leg, in a stylish new design of impure. It felt hot, but cooled quickly. She saw her tears drip onto her leg. It rolled down, slicing through the river of blood like a mudflow of saltwater. It dripped onto her hardwood floor, and she jumped up.
“Oh no! No,no,no,no,no!” she wiped the blood off her leg, scooping it up into her hand, pressing with her other hand to keep from bleeding anymore.
She couldn't let it stain! Her mother would see, and she would have to explain, and she would never live again! She ran into her bathroom and got a towel, wetting it under the sink, then running back.
She ripped it in half, tying one end around her wound so it would stop dripping, and kneeling to hastily scrub it away with the towel. Oh great, now she had to clean this up and on top of that somehow hide the torn towel from her parents!
She continued to scrub and clean
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Gaara walked along in a random village. If you called Konoha a random village. He was looking for a place. One of his favorite places. A place to buy sake.
He had started drinking a while ago. Why? To drown out his sorrows. He had felt the incredible tightness in his chest, the loneliness, how his thoughts had wondered to his life and he had nearly killed himself in cold despair.
He hadn't, instead going out to find some of the stuff adults took to forget. It had worked. He had drunk himself into a stupor, almost passing out. He didn't know how he had stayed awake. Perhaps he had become so accustomed to not sleeping…Nevertheless, he had slowly sunk back to normal.
It was strange. He was drunk, and then it just started getting clearer and clearer. His mind began to un-fuzz, and a steady headache came on. He was drunk for only 3 hours. His demon was apparently very used to alcohol, with a high tolerance.
He found the place he wanted. He let his sand ease out, slowly creeping forward and around. It closed around a few bottles and slowly pulled them forward. He smiled, an uncharacteristic gesture for Gaara.
No one noticed as the lump of sand slithered back to the manic red-head. Gaara proceeded to walk away, his great stash of alcohol in tow. He found a secluded spot in a park, on a convenient bench, and started his underage binge. A nice buzz started, and his sharp green eyes dulled.
He felt dizzy and woozy soon after, choosing to turn and stretch out on the bench. He closed his eyes, and he felt for the first time in years his consciousness slipping away. Just as he was about to actually loose himself, a shaking was felt in his shoulder. He snapped his eyes open, snarling.
Shikamaru, as it was indeed him that had dared get close to the one-tail, drew back suddenly, falling on his ass in surprise. He grumbled, blushing, and looked at the obviously drunk or hung over red head.
“That's the thanks you get nowa days. Try and wake someone up and they just go and scare the shit out of you. No consideration, why even bother….So damn troublesome…”Was a small sample of what he came up with. Gaara sat up, cradling his head in his palm.
“I see you've been having some of the happy headache crap adults industrialize. Any good, or is the addiction to sunk in?” He asked, as he noticed how much the poor red head suffered from the liquor. Gaara snorted.
“I'm fine. Leave.” Cold. Curt. Gaara with a hangover. Shikamaru made one of his faces that conveyed his annoyance and dislike with the situation. Then again, lately he had been disliking everything to some degree. Damn, did depression suck. Especially when you were intelligent enough to see the dark, corrupt center of everything, and how even if there is a silver lining it will be over powered by dark in time.
“I read up on these demon things. Apparently, for yours, if you fall asleep, the demon has more control over you. What is it like to not have slept for so long, I wonder?” He sat back, cross-legged, contemplating. Gaara snarled menacingly.
“Go away, or I'll let you feel eternal sleep!” Shikamaru winced, and leaned forward in his place on the ground, actually hunching forward.
“Always to the killing…Why not simply, I dunno, tolerate someone?” He suggested to his sort-of-maybe companion of the night. Gaara glared, green eyes sharper than most drunken people, but still glazed in characteristic intoxication.
“How could anyone tolerate you…”He snarled even more menacingly than before. Shikamaru sighed once again at the red heads expense.
“Ohh, to the heart there…You need to practice more in verbal fights, instead of the mundane `Shut up or I kill you' routine, me thinks...”He said, mockingly. Gaara, having enough of the lazy bum's verbal mocking, dove at him. Shikamaru, not expecting it, was taken completely off guard, and thereby ended up pinned under the flaming badger.
“Shut up or I'll pull your intestines out and shove them down into your lung and see if you die of blood loss or suffocation first. How's that for mundane?” He snapped, leaning down to give Shikamaru the most his chemically influenced eyes could give, which was a lot when you've practiced as much as Gaara. Said lazy bum gulped, but remained amazingly calm, under the circumstances.
“Well, it's progress I guess. You could maybe, not tackle your opponent, as in a verbal fight that would be breaking the rules...”He said, like a teacher to a student, though without any condescending tone. Gaara was not amused. He leaned even closer, forehead actually touching Shikamaru's, allowing him to feel Gaara's soft red hair splayed on his skin.
“What rules?” He whispered. He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of want, the want being to tilt his chin down and connect his lips with the Nara below him. Which he acted upon, though whether alcohol induced or simply actual attraction remains to be seen.
Poor Shikamaru (yeah, right) was confused when his mouth was abruptly pressed upon by the hot lips of the single tailed demon vessel above him. His eyes seemed to freeze on one spot, seeing the bright flame of hair, while feeling a wet appendage slip into his previously un-tongued mouth. His eyes fluttered down as his own tongue gingerly slid along side Gaara's, and then started a light battle. He found he was enjoying it, and when he found his lungs burning he mentally slapped himself and told his body to breathe threw his nose.
Eventually the kiss was broken, by who neither remembered. Gaara stood up, and went to the bench, calm as ever, before vomiting. Shikamaru lay there, before getting up and easing the now empty stomached badger onto the bench. He looked over at the puke behind the bench. He thought about cleaning it up, and decided not.
He turned back and saw that Gaara had passed out. His heart stopped. Gaara, asleep, DOOM! But…Nothing happened. Maybe the demon got drunk along with him? Or maybe the demon just, didn't feel like killing?.....The first one then. More logical.
He sat on the bench at the open space at Gaara's feet and fell asleep sitting up, arms crossed over his chest.
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Kakashi smirked as he looked at Iruka, who was clad in only black boxers. Kakashi held a switch in his hand. He loved this. Iruka loved this.
When this sick habit had started, neither cared to remember. But somehow, a somewhat normal and healthy relationship had turned into a session of sadism and masochism, Kakashi hurting Iruka and listening to his erotic sounds of pain, and Iruka getting turned on by the surge of wrong that came from every drop of blood and pre-cum spilled.
The jounin moved forward, and his switch slapped Iruka across the chest, leaving a thin whiplash, red as a slap to the face. Iruka moaned out, eyes rolling in pleasure. Kakashi smiled, and hit him again, right across the neck this time, an after trail barcode of red left behind on his nape. This resulted in a full throated cry, from Iruka, small stabs of ecstasy going to his spine.
“Oh gods, more Kakashi! More, more, more!” he groaned, crawling across the bed to the white haired man. He smirked, and slapped his hand with the butt of the switch.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Kakashi stated, cheerfully tilting his head to the side, one visible eye turning into a crescent. Iruka pouted, a slow, sly smile forming on his face.
“Please?” He said craftily, and Kakashi seemed to think on it, before nodding in consent. Iruka eagerly moved the rest of the way forward and turned his body, pulling his boxers down, and slowly slipping Kakashi's dripping rod inside by himself. Kakashi had been nude the entire time, and Iruka had watched his hard cock swivel as he bent to whip him, hungrily licking his lips.
Now he moaned, blood lubricating the intrusion with nice hot slickness. His insides split, his body crumbling from the alluring pain, and Kakashi lowered him onto his knees, supporting him around the waist. He started to pump into him, and Iruka cried out louder and louder with each thrust. Finally, they came, not quite synched, but close. Kakashi sighed in content, pulling out with a `pop' sound. Iruka shuddered at that, but didn't move. Kakashi stood, pulling his boxers on, before lying down next to him.
“That was fun…”He said. Iruka cocked an eye at him.
“Isn't it always? Or do I get boring every now and then?” He teased, leaning in to kiss his silver haired lover. Kakashi smiled crookedly, and bit at the tongue that asked for entrance. Iruka moaned, and pulled back.
“Why must you do those kinds of things?” He asked, eyes happy in bliss from after glow. Kakashi sighed once again. He took a deep breath. He had something to say to his lover. Something very, very wrong. But, he couldn't help it!
“Iruka?” He started. Iruka looked at him curiously.
“Yes? What is it?” He asked, wondering what was on the silver haired one's mind. He saw Kakashi hesitate before saying it out loud.
“I….I'm attracted to…Naruto…”He stated, looking away. Iruka only looked at him, before it clicked.
“Kakashi! He's only a child! Only 12 for god's sake!” He cried. Kakashi felt ashamed before and now even more so.
“I know Iruka…But I can't help it! He's just so adorable, and his attitude is so attracting and magnetic…”He said. Iruka gave him a horrified expression, and slapped him.
“I knew you were a perv, but that's pedophile level!” he screeched, standing and getting dressed, before leaving his former lover behind, alone in the wet bedcloths. Kakashi looked down in intense, agonizing shame.
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Naruto walked out of his house, sadly having to leave without even a small hit of grass or crank, or anything. He had really wanted to say fuck it and take some stronger doses, angel dust, ice, speed. But he hadn't, luckily for him and his team. He saw Sasuke up ahead first. Sakura must be late….He took a deep, relaxing breath. He could do this, just tell Sasuke about the dream, leave out the s&f, or in other words sucking and fucking. He shuddered. He was still lost as to why he dreamed of Itachi. Seriously, Iruka, Kakashi, Sasuke, for Christ's sake why not Gaara! But of them all, it was him. Weird.
“What's got your panties in a bunch.” Sasuke commented, seeing Naruto sweating, his mouth moving to his thoughts though no words came out. He arched an eyebrow. Naruto blushed.
“Aww…Just thinking on how to tell you…I had a dream…” Naruto began, unconscious of how this sounded to Sasuke. The Uchiha heir smirked.
“Did you get a chubby thinkin' about me or something? What a loser.” Naruto gave him a shocked look, and blushed furiously.
“No! I was going to say that your brother was in the dream!” He screamed hoarsely. Sasuke raised both eyebrows in surprise, then narrowed his eyes.
“What happened…”He demanded. Naruto gulped down the lump in his throat. He had anticipated such a reaction, but it was still unsettling.
“Uhhh, he wanted to take me somewhere…He kept saying he would give me anything I wanted, my deepest desire, if I only agreed to go with him…”He said. Sasuke glared more.
“And what's your deepest desire?” he sneered coldly. Naruto gave him an `are you serious' look and dropped his jaw.
“You think I'm just gunna tell you that! Fuck no!” He yelled, turning in a huff. Sasuke rolled his eyes. He came up behind the blonde and whispered in his ear.
“I bet it's sex…” Naruto jumped, and blushed. He shook his head violently, and stuttered out an answer.
“N-No! Of course not!” He whispered desperately, eyes darting around. They landed on Sasuke again. He swallowed again. “I…I think I'm gunna skip today…it's all chores and crap today anyway…” With that he rushed off, leaving Sasuke behind to pull out a cigarette and take some leisurely puffs, in thought on what the blonde's deepest desire was.
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Naruto walked into his apartment, breathing hard. He was so embarrassed! How could he have said that! He took the longest breath he could, narrow chest rising up with the effort it took to suck all the air into his lungs.
“Hmmm, hello Naruto-kun…”Itachi said from another corner. Naruto's eyes widened.
“What the hell?!” Itachi stepped forward, and caressed his scarred cheek. His eyes had sparkled when he saw Naruto's chest rise, thinking of how it would look unclothed and arching in ecstasy.
“You thought it was a dream. It wasn't.” He explained, quite simply. Naruto fell into a mild shock, body going slightly limp. Itachi caught him, and held him in his arms. Naruto's eyes slightly cleared, and he burrowed his head into Itachi's shoulder, crying.
“I didn't want to loose my virginity that way! I wanted it to be with someone I know! When I'm in my right mind! Bastard! BASTARD!” He continued to weep, arms wrapping around the others waist in desperation. He was in need of something to hold, be it his torment or not. Itachi lifted a hand and placed it on top of the blonde's head, in a comforting manner. Very uncharacteristic, but it was to gain trust from Naruto. And also…because it was Naruto.
“I know. But, it was consensual and you agreed to a certain term. Do you remember?” He felt Naruto nod against his neck. He was in more shock than Itachi thought he would be, but then again, finding out that the dream you had about having your first sex with your best friends murdering brother while high is actually true is quite a shock.
“Good. I'll give you time to think on how to say good bye, but I will take you away in three days. You said you would go, and if you refuse I will make sure your village is destroyed. But I trust you, and believe you will go. Won't you?” He asked. Naruto stood in his arms, thinking on the terms. He was surprised to find he trusted Itachi…Not as much as Kakashi or Iruka or Sasuke or Sakura, but he had so many opportunities' to kill him, or capture him. He knew it was all a ploy to gain his trust, deep down near the ancient Kyuubi, but he didn't care.
He nodded into Itachi's neck again.
“Wha? But, it's been a night! I've never stayed hurt for more than a night!” He said. It was true. No matter how much damage he took, he would always be fine in the morning. Why did he still feel pain?
“My god…What did I do to myself last night!” he screamed, running out to the living room. He saw two empty needles, obviously used, and…something he'd have to clean about now. He cursed in his head, and even more out load.
He went into his kitchen, wetted a washcloth and went back out to scrub. He blew strands of silken sun out of his face as he set to work. This day all ready sucked. In a bad way to.
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Sasuke woke from his own slumber. He coughed slightly, and reached over to his bedside table. He opened a drawer, and took out some cigarettes. He shook one out and lit up, inhaling the cancer stick with a shuddering sigh. He had taken up smoking about the time Naruto took up drugs, though neither knew of the others slow suicide.
He stood up and with the burning inches of disease jittering on his lips he walked down the hall, poisonous smoke wafting behind him in a trail. His kitchen was a normal one, somewhat big. He moved to make a healthy meal for his breakfast. After all, he would need something good in his body, to try and counter the filth he was sucking up now.
He often felt sick with himself in the morning. He sometimes felt like vomiting, he hated himself so much. As his shaky hands reached for his addiction he cursed and swore he'd chop his hands off to keep from grabbing them. They had become a symbol of his weakness. And he kept taking them.
His body hurt if he didn't have his morning smoke. He was thoroughly addicted by now, and instead of coffee it was cigarettes. If only everyone knew…He shook his head. They would try and make him stop. He needed to quit on his own. If he couldn't do that, then he could never hope to kill Itachi.
Itachi…How he hated him. He hated him so much. But it was the blind kind, and he knew it. He knew he would need the cold, killing hate. Not the rush into battle in a rage shit he had. He needed the hate that his brother carried. He needed what his brother had, once again.
How he truly hated his brother. His dreams of killing him, breaking him, hurting him and making him scream his name in utter agony made a sick pleasure pump his veins. In the morning, he found that he would have cum in his dreams.
His hand went down to caress his crotch. He took the cig out of his mouth, flicking it into the sink. His eyes lidded. He slowly rubbed, the fabric crushing into him causing his cock to rise. His beautiful brother…
He longed for him. Oh, how he longed for him, in ways a brother shouldn't. In ways a man shouldn't a man. A boy shouldn't another boy. But he did. Every night he dreamed of killing. Of touching his brother's skin, the delicate throat of his families murderer. Watching the light fade from those entrancing black eyes. Or better yet, red eyes, the commas trying to turn, but with no energy to keep it going.
His hand went up, slipping under the hem of his shorts. His eyes shuttered down, rapture starting to creep over them. His other hand snatched the shorts down enough for his shaft and balls to hang out, open for his hands to play with. He grasped his throbbing member in his hands and began to pump, going faster and faster, and mind on only one person.
He fondled his sac, rolling his nuts around in his palm. His face became flushed as he worked his privates, panting while the pleasure rolled up his spine. He felt the pre-cum smear on his hands, the broiling in his balls, and he came. He looked at the white fluid that had shot out onto the linoleum in his kitchen. He fell to his knees, his piece going soft and limp.
He rested there, waiting for his strength and fake dignity to return. He looked around for his pack of cigarettes, and found none. He got up to his feet, and reached for the one he had thrown away earlier. He took as long a drag as he could, the smoldering embers almost out. It was disgusting how much his life hanged on these rolls of paper death.
He turned to the mess on the floor, and sighed. He needed to clean it up now. He went and got the mop, intending to not touch it at all. It was so disgusting how….
How much he loved his brother.
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Sakura slammed her alarm off. She got up slowly, not feeling up to another dead end day. She had long ago, in her mind, realized that Sasuke wouldn't like her. She hadn't accepted it, at least on the outside. On the inside, she was never really happy.
She looked at the clock. Kakashi-sensei had said at 8. It was 6. Kakashi was always late anyway. She never bothered to remember why she got up so early. It really didn't take as long as most assume for her to do her hair, and she always wears the same thing, so clothes don't hold her up. Was it just so she could have time to think?
She shook her head. She sat down on her bed. She felt to...good. Her body was feeling fine, her family was whole and well, sure she didn't have Sasuke, but then no one had him. She did have someone vying for her attention to, even though it was just overly happy Naruto.
She felt an urge. An urge to do something impure, something no one would expect of her. She wasn't going to do something like drugs, or smoke, or masturbate. She found that some people expected her to, since masturbating would be over the Uchiha, smoking would be to look cool for the Uchiha, and drugs to make her feel better when refused by the Uchiha.
No one would expect her to cut herself.
Why? Because it left scars. Scars were unappealing. She wanted to appeal to Sasuke. Simple logic. Yet it was wrong. Deadly wrong.
The pink haired girl reached over to her drawer, and pulled out a kunai. She pulled her shorts up, to reveal more skin. She nicked it, watching the small thing of red well up.
Tears of sadness and insatiable loneliness welled in her eyes. Her life sucked. The guy she wanted hated her. The guy she hated wanted her. No one but Naruto and rock lee liked her. She was just a normal girl. Smart. But normal.
How boring. She would graduate. She would live, wanting Sasuke. She would find someone who liked her, and who she sort of liked. She would think of Sasuke all the time, as her husband and her parted, spent time together, did things…She felt horrible, knowing she wouldn't stop loving Sasuke.
She cut deep. The red spilled down her leg, in a stylish new design of impure. It felt hot, but cooled quickly. She saw her tears drip onto her leg. It rolled down, slicing through the river of blood like a mudflow of saltwater. It dripped onto her hardwood floor, and she jumped up.
“Oh no! No,no,no,no,no!” she wiped the blood off her leg, scooping it up into her hand, pressing with her other hand to keep from bleeding anymore.
She couldn't let it stain! Her mother would see, and she would have to explain, and she would never live again! She ran into her bathroom and got a towel, wetting it under the sink, then running back.
She ripped it in half, tying one end around her wound so it would stop dripping, and kneeling to hastily scrub it away with the towel. Oh great, now she had to clean this up and on top of that somehow hide the torn towel from her parents!
She continued to scrub and clean
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Gaara walked along in a random village. If you called Konoha a random village. He was looking for a place. One of his favorite places. A place to buy sake.
He had started drinking a while ago. Why? To drown out his sorrows. He had felt the incredible tightness in his chest, the loneliness, how his thoughts had wondered to his life and he had nearly killed himself in cold despair.
He hadn't, instead going out to find some of the stuff adults took to forget. It had worked. He had drunk himself into a stupor, almost passing out. He didn't know how he had stayed awake. Perhaps he had become so accustomed to not sleeping…Nevertheless, he had slowly sunk back to normal.
It was strange. He was drunk, and then it just started getting clearer and clearer. His mind began to un-fuzz, and a steady headache came on. He was drunk for only 3 hours. His demon was apparently very used to alcohol, with a high tolerance.
He found the place he wanted. He let his sand ease out, slowly creeping forward and around. It closed around a few bottles and slowly pulled them forward. He smiled, an uncharacteristic gesture for Gaara.
No one noticed as the lump of sand slithered back to the manic red-head. Gaara proceeded to walk away, his great stash of alcohol in tow. He found a secluded spot in a park, on a convenient bench, and started his underage binge. A nice buzz started, and his sharp green eyes dulled.
He felt dizzy and woozy soon after, choosing to turn and stretch out on the bench. He closed his eyes, and he felt for the first time in years his consciousness slipping away. Just as he was about to actually loose himself, a shaking was felt in his shoulder. He snapped his eyes open, snarling.
Shikamaru, as it was indeed him that had dared get close to the one-tail, drew back suddenly, falling on his ass in surprise. He grumbled, blushing, and looked at the obviously drunk or hung over red head.
“That's the thanks you get nowa days. Try and wake someone up and they just go and scare the shit out of you. No consideration, why even bother….So damn troublesome…”Was a small sample of what he came up with. Gaara sat up, cradling his head in his palm.
“I see you've been having some of the happy headache crap adults industrialize. Any good, or is the addiction to sunk in?” He asked, as he noticed how much the poor red head suffered from the liquor. Gaara snorted.
“I'm fine. Leave.” Cold. Curt. Gaara with a hangover. Shikamaru made one of his faces that conveyed his annoyance and dislike with the situation. Then again, lately he had been disliking everything to some degree. Damn, did depression suck. Especially when you were intelligent enough to see the dark, corrupt center of everything, and how even if there is a silver lining it will be over powered by dark in time.
“I read up on these demon things. Apparently, for yours, if you fall asleep, the demon has more control over you. What is it like to not have slept for so long, I wonder?” He sat back, cross-legged, contemplating. Gaara snarled menacingly.
“Go away, or I'll let you feel eternal sleep!” Shikamaru winced, and leaned forward in his place on the ground, actually hunching forward.
“Always to the killing…Why not simply, I dunno, tolerate someone?” He suggested to his sort-of-maybe companion of the night. Gaara glared, green eyes sharper than most drunken people, but still glazed in characteristic intoxication.
“How could anyone tolerate you…”He snarled even more menacingly than before. Shikamaru sighed once again at the red heads expense.
“Ohh, to the heart there…You need to practice more in verbal fights, instead of the mundane `Shut up or I kill you' routine, me thinks...”He said, mockingly. Gaara, having enough of the lazy bum's verbal mocking, dove at him. Shikamaru, not expecting it, was taken completely off guard, and thereby ended up pinned under the flaming badger.
“Shut up or I'll pull your intestines out and shove them down into your lung and see if you die of blood loss or suffocation first. How's that for mundane?” He snapped, leaning down to give Shikamaru the most his chemically influenced eyes could give, which was a lot when you've practiced as much as Gaara. Said lazy bum gulped, but remained amazingly calm, under the circumstances.
“Well, it's progress I guess. You could maybe, not tackle your opponent, as in a verbal fight that would be breaking the rules...”He said, like a teacher to a student, though without any condescending tone. Gaara was not amused. He leaned even closer, forehead actually touching Shikamaru's, allowing him to feel Gaara's soft red hair splayed on his skin.
“What rules?” He whispered. He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of want, the want being to tilt his chin down and connect his lips with the Nara below him. Which he acted upon, though whether alcohol induced or simply actual attraction remains to be seen.
Poor Shikamaru (yeah, right) was confused when his mouth was abruptly pressed upon by the hot lips of the single tailed demon vessel above him. His eyes seemed to freeze on one spot, seeing the bright flame of hair, while feeling a wet appendage slip into his previously un-tongued mouth. His eyes fluttered down as his own tongue gingerly slid along side Gaara's, and then started a light battle. He found he was enjoying it, and when he found his lungs burning he mentally slapped himself and told his body to breathe threw his nose.
Eventually the kiss was broken, by who neither remembered. Gaara stood up, and went to the bench, calm as ever, before vomiting. Shikamaru lay there, before getting up and easing the now empty stomached badger onto the bench. He looked over at the puke behind the bench. He thought about cleaning it up, and decided not.
He turned back and saw that Gaara had passed out. His heart stopped. Gaara, asleep, DOOM! But…Nothing happened. Maybe the demon got drunk along with him? Or maybe the demon just, didn't feel like killing?.....The first one then. More logical.
He sat on the bench at the open space at Gaara's feet and fell asleep sitting up, arms crossed over his chest.
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Kakashi smirked as he looked at Iruka, who was clad in only black boxers. Kakashi held a switch in his hand. He loved this. Iruka loved this.
When this sick habit had started, neither cared to remember. But somehow, a somewhat normal and healthy relationship had turned into a session of sadism and masochism, Kakashi hurting Iruka and listening to his erotic sounds of pain, and Iruka getting turned on by the surge of wrong that came from every drop of blood and pre-cum spilled.
The jounin moved forward, and his switch slapped Iruka across the chest, leaving a thin whiplash, red as a slap to the face. Iruka moaned out, eyes rolling in pleasure. Kakashi smiled, and hit him again, right across the neck this time, an after trail barcode of red left behind on his nape. This resulted in a full throated cry, from Iruka, small stabs of ecstasy going to his spine.
“Oh gods, more Kakashi! More, more, more!” he groaned, crawling across the bed to the white haired man. He smirked, and slapped his hand with the butt of the switch.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Kakashi stated, cheerfully tilting his head to the side, one visible eye turning into a crescent. Iruka pouted, a slow, sly smile forming on his face.
“Please?” He said craftily, and Kakashi seemed to think on it, before nodding in consent. Iruka eagerly moved the rest of the way forward and turned his body, pulling his boxers down, and slowly slipping Kakashi's dripping rod inside by himself. Kakashi had been nude the entire time, and Iruka had watched his hard cock swivel as he bent to whip him, hungrily licking his lips.
Now he moaned, blood lubricating the intrusion with nice hot slickness. His insides split, his body crumbling from the alluring pain, and Kakashi lowered him onto his knees, supporting him around the waist. He started to pump into him, and Iruka cried out louder and louder with each thrust. Finally, they came, not quite synched, but close. Kakashi sighed in content, pulling out with a `pop' sound. Iruka shuddered at that, but didn't move. Kakashi stood, pulling his boxers on, before lying down next to him.
“That was fun…”He said. Iruka cocked an eye at him.
“Isn't it always? Or do I get boring every now and then?” He teased, leaning in to kiss his silver haired lover. Kakashi smiled crookedly, and bit at the tongue that asked for entrance. Iruka moaned, and pulled back.
“Why must you do those kinds of things?” He asked, eyes happy in bliss from after glow. Kakashi sighed once again. He took a deep breath. He had something to say to his lover. Something very, very wrong. But, he couldn't help it!
“Iruka?” He started. Iruka looked at him curiously.
“Yes? What is it?” He asked, wondering what was on the silver haired one's mind. He saw Kakashi hesitate before saying it out loud.
“I….I'm attracted to…Naruto…”He stated, looking away. Iruka only looked at him, before it clicked.
“Kakashi! He's only a child! Only 12 for god's sake!” He cried. Kakashi felt ashamed before and now even more so.
“I know Iruka…But I can't help it! He's just so adorable, and his attitude is so attracting and magnetic…”He said. Iruka gave him a horrified expression, and slapped him.
“I knew you were a perv, but that's pedophile level!” he screeched, standing and getting dressed, before leaving his former lover behind, alone in the wet bedcloths. Kakashi looked down in intense, agonizing shame.
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Naruto walked out of his house, sadly having to leave without even a small hit of grass or crank, or anything. He had really wanted to say fuck it and take some stronger doses, angel dust, ice, speed. But he hadn't, luckily for him and his team. He saw Sasuke up ahead first. Sakura must be late….He took a deep, relaxing breath. He could do this, just tell Sasuke about the dream, leave out the s&f, or in other words sucking and fucking. He shuddered. He was still lost as to why he dreamed of Itachi. Seriously, Iruka, Kakashi, Sasuke, for Christ's sake why not Gaara! But of them all, it was him. Weird.
“What's got your panties in a bunch.” Sasuke commented, seeing Naruto sweating, his mouth moving to his thoughts though no words came out. He arched an eyebrow. Naruto blushed.
“Aww…Just thinking on how to tell you…I had a dream…” Naruto began, unconscious of how this sounded to Sasuke. The Uchiha heir smirked.
“Did you get a chubby thinkin' about me or something? What a loser.” Naruto gave him a shocked look, and blushed furiously.
“No! I was going to say that your brother was in the dream!” He screamed hoarsely. Sasuke raised both eyebrows in surprise, then narrowed his eyes.
“What happened…”He demanded. Naruto gulped down the lump in his throat. He had anticipated such a reaction, but it was still unsettling.
“Uhhh, he wanted to take me somewhere…He kept saying he would give me anything I wanted, my deepest desire, if I only agreed to go with him…”He said. Sasuke glared more.
“And what's your deepest desire?” he sneered coldly. Naruto gave him an `are you serious' look and dropped his jaw.
“You think I'm just gunna tell you that! Fuck no!” He yelled, turning in a huff. Sasuke rolled his eyes. He came up behind the blonde and whispered in his ear.
“I bet it's sex…” Naruto jumped, and blushed. He shook his head violently, and stuttered out an answer.
“N-No! Of course not!” He whispered desperately, eyes darting around. They landed on Sasuke again. He swallowed again. “I…I think I'm gunna skip today…it's all chores and crap today anyway…” With that he rushed off, leaving Sasuke behind to pull out a cigarette and take some leisurely puffs, in thought on what the blonde's deepest desire was.
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Naruto walked into his apartment, breathing hard. He was so embarrassed! How could he have said that! He took the longest breath he could, narrow chest rising up with the effort it took to suck all the air into his lungs.
“Hmmm, hello Naruto-kun…”Itachi said from another corner. Naruto's eyes widened.
“What the hell?!” Itachi stepped forward, and caressed his scarred cheek. His eyes had sparkled when he saw Naruto's chest rise, thinking of how it would look unclothed and arching in ecstasy.
“You thought it was a dream. It wasn't.” He explained, quite simply. Naruto fell into a mild shock, body going slightly limp. Itachi caught him, and held him in his arms. Naruto's eyes slightly cleared, and he burrowed his head into Itachi's shoulder, crying.
“I didn't want to loose my virginity that way! I wanted it to be with someone I know! When I'm in my right mind! Bastard! BASTARD!” He continued to weep, arms wrapping around the others waist in desperation. He was in need of something to hold, be it his torment or not. Itachi lifted a hand and placed it on top of the blonde's head, in a comforting manner. Very uncharacteristic, but it was to gain trust from Naruto. And also…because it was Naruto.
“I know. But, it was consensual and you agreed to a certain term. Do you remember?” He felt Naruto nod against his neck. He was in more shock than Itachi thought he would be, but then again, finding out that the dream you had about having your first sex with your best friends murdering brother while high is actually true is quite a shock.
“Good. I'll give you time to think on how to say good bye, but I will take you away in three days. You said you would go, and if you refuse I will make sure your village is destroyed. But I trust you, and believe you will go. Won't you?” He asked. Naruto stood in his arms, thinking on the terms. He was surprised to find he trusted Itachi…Not as much as Kakashi or Iruka or Sasuke or Sakura, but he had so many opportunities' to kill him, or capture him. He knew it was all a ploy to gain his trust, deep down near the ancient Kyuubi, but he didn't care.
He nodded into Itachi's neck again.