Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ From Here to Eternity ❯ Chapter 46 ( Chapter 46 )

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ONWARD!

 

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Dr. Kurabo's office was silent. Itachi unconsciously slid down in his seat, his eyes widening. He felt his limbs turn to lead, and his head was pounding again.

 

“Are you kidding me, doc?” Heisuke said finally, his grip on the chair's arm tightening. “That's the disease faggots get! And my son is no fag, are you Itachi?” His voice was almost accusing, and he turned his hard gaze down to his son. Itachi remained frozen, unable to comprehend what was going on around him.

 

“Actually, sir,” Dr. Kurabo said, taking his glasses off, and wiping them on his button-down shirt. He seemed very tired. “AIDS is not exclusive to homosexuals. Straight people are just as susceptible to it.”

 

“This is bullshit. My son does not have AIDS!”

 

“I never said that he did, Mr. Uchiha. There is just a chance that-“

 

“Chance? A CHANCE? How can you not be SURE?”

 

Itachi dropped his head into his hands.

 

(oh my god this can't be happening)

 

His thoughts bounced around crazily in his head. First they went to Kankuro, then to Orochimaru, then to the basketball court.

 

Then he couldn't think. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe. It was suddenly very hot in the office. One thought pounded against his skull over and over again.

 

(I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die)

 

His father went on arguing with the doctor for several minutes, until he finally sighed.

 

“This is ridiculous,” he said heatedly, more to himself than to anyone else. “I'll not stay here and listen to you drag my son's good name through the dirt. AIDS my ass. I'm waiting outside.” Then he left the room without another word.

 

Keiko frowned, wondering briefly if she should follow him or not. Then she looked to Dr. Kurabo and sighed.

 

“I'm very sorry for my husband,” she said, her voice edgy with nerves. “He's just…”

 

Dr. Kurabo put his hand up, and shook his head wearily. “Don't worry, Mrs. Uchiha. I get that more often then one would think.”

 

“How soon will we know if Itachi has… is HIV positive?” she asked, folding her hands in her lap, and swallowing.

 

“Well…” Dr. Kurabo cleared his throat. “Probably in about a week. By next Sunday, at the latest.”

 

Keiko nodded. “Well… is there anything we can do until then?”

 

“I would suggest no more basketball, at least for a while. Not because of the testing,” the doctor said quickly, “but because of that bump. You should probably stay off the court until at least Wednesday, Itachi.”

 

Itachi nodded, his head still in his hands. “Sure. Fine. I can do that.” He was suddenly tired again. He dropped his hands, and straightened up. “Thank you, Dr. Kurabo, for being honest.”

 

The doctor shook his head. “I'm so sorry.”

 

Itachi rubbed his eyes, and stood. Keiko stood with him, and Dr. Kurabo also raised himself from his chair.

 

“I'll call you when the results are in,” he said stonily. Itachi nodded.

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

(I don't wanna die)

 

 

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Ten-Ten slapped her open hand onto the glass window of the van. The girl inside jumped, then looked at the window, her eyes wide with fright. The fright turned to anger, and she quickly jammed the keys into the ignition of the van and started to turn them.

 

“Tay, wait! Wait, please! I need to talk to you! Please! I'm… I'm sorry!”

 

Tayuya froze for a moment, one hand on the keys, and one hand on the steering wheel. She sighed, and pulled the keys from the ignition, then rolled down the window.

 

“Can I help you?” she said coldly, not looking at Ten-Ten.

 

“Tayuya, I'm so, so sorry,” Ten-Ten said, gripping the edge of the door tightly. “I… was terrible. When you needed me the most, I was horrible to you. I practically threw you out. I'm so sorry, I'm… I can't even begin to apologize. Can you ever forgive me?”

 

Tayuya was silent for a moment. Then she said, “Ten-Ten, I'm pregnant.”

 

“I know.”

 

“I'm pregnant with Kidomaru's baby.”

 

“I know.”

 

“He doesn't believe it's his.”

 

Ten-Ten paused. “That bastard doesn't believe you?”

 

Tayuya shook her head somberly. Ten-Ten hesitated, then reached out, and touched her shoulder. “Tay… I'm so sorry. Men are dogs. And Kidomaru's the worst one, no doubt. I… I'm sorry this happened.”

 

Tayuya looked over to Ten-Ten, then opened the van door, and stepped out of the car. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around Ten-Ten and buried her face in the younger girl's shoulder.

 

At that moment, Temari stumbled over to the van, and leaned against it, breathing so hard she was almost wheezing.

 

“Oh, good…” she said breathlessly. “You… made… up…” Then she slid down to the ground, and closed her eyes. “Shit.”

 

“You okay, Tem?” Ten-Ten asked bemusedly, holding onto Tayuya like she was a lifeline. Temari gave her a weak thumbs-up, and rubbed her eyes.

 

“Christ, Tayuya, you gave us a nice little scare,” she said after a moment, glancing up to Tayuya, who let go of Ten-Ten, and sank down to her knees next to Temari.

 

“I'm sorry I put you guys through this,” she murmured, giving Temari a hug for good measure.

 

“Awww… how can we stay mad at you?” Temari said, smiling up at Ten-Ten, who grinned, and closed the van door before sitting down on the pavement.

 

“What am I gonna do, you guys?” Tayuya asked quietly a moment later, wrapping her arms around her middle, and drawing her knees up to her chest.

 

“Well… it all depends on what you want to do, I guess,” Ten-Ten said, scratching her cheek. “Do you… I mean… Do you want to keep it?”

 

“I… I don't know,” Tayuya said softly. “I'd make a sucky mom. I mean… I can't even cook scrambled eggs without setting the stove on fire.” Then she laughed.

 

Temari frowned. “This probably isn't the best place to be talking about something like this.”

 

“Or the best time,” Ten-Ten said. “Tayuya… you know what I think?”

 

“What?” Tayuya asked.

 

“I think,” Ten-Ten said, “that you should either talk this over with your mom, or decide for yourself. I mean… it's YOUR baby.”

 

“Yeah…” Tayuya whispered. “Mine. My baby.”

 

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(hello gaara)

 

Gaara's eyes burst open, and he sat up on the bed. He looked around the room wildly, half-expecting to see Kankuro standing in the doorway, but knowing better.

 

“Oh, God, no…” he whispered, sliding back against the wall, and drawing his knees up to his chest.

 

(remember me?)

 

“No, no, no, no, no…” he breathed, wrapping his arms around his legs, and pressing his face against them. “Shut up, shut up…”

 

(oh, gaara, that's no way to talk to your guest)

 

“Go away… go away…” he said weakly. “You're not real. You're just a fucking symptom.”

 

(you know better than that)

 

“Be quiet,” he hissed. “Leave me alone. How are you back already? I just ran out of medicine. This isn't possible.”

 

(oh isn't it?)

 

“No, it's not, it's not possible. You're not here. You're just a symptom. Just a motherfucking symptom. Leave me the fuck alone,” he warned, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

 

(gaara, gaara, gaara. you never learn)

 

“Shut up.”

 

(i'm getting hungry again gaara. i'm very hungry)

 

Then suddenly, there was the feeling of an icy hand on the back of his neck.

 

“SHUT UP!” Gaara screamed shrilly, his eyes filling. “JUST SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!”

 

Then the room was silent again, and the touch was gone.

 

Gaara waited for a moment, before opening his eyes. The room was empty, as it had been the whole time. His head was pounding, as was his heart. It was beating savagely against his ribcage, like it wanted to fly out.

 

Gaara glanced over at the clock. It was almost five. He slid down against the wall, and pulled his switch-blade out of his pocket.

 

Click.

 

Flip.

 

Click.

 

Flip.

 

Click.

 

`I'm getting hungry, Gaara. And you know what that means.'

 

Gaara's eyes widened for a moment, but he relaxed quickly. That had been his own thoughts. …Right?

 

Flip.

 

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Sasuke glanced down at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. 5:07. If Gaara didn't hurry up, they would be late for the movie. He jammed his hands in his pockets, and grazed his fingers over the two tickets he had bought when he arrived almost half an hour ago.

 

He sighed. This wasn't looking too good. The movie was at 5:15. He looked out across the sidewalk, onto the pavement. The sun had already set, leaving the movie theater's parking lot in darkness. There were more people here than he had anticipated for a Sunday night.

 

Too many couples. He was already uncomfortable.

 

“Sasuke?”

 

The younger Uchiha looked up hopefully, but to no avail. It was Haku Mizukiri, his arms crossed over a dark jacket, and his hair down. Was that a purse looped around his shoulder?

 

“What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?” the sophomore asked with a small smile. “Isn't that the question?” Sasuke grinned, and Haku walked over to him. “You're not here by yourself, are you?” He asked, his feminine face taking on an almost creepy mother-like look of concern.

 

Sasuke shrugged. “I was waiting for someone… but I guess he's not coming,” he said, with a frown, before looking out across the parking lot again. The wind had picked up, causing the flag near the theatre to flutter full-length in all its glory.

 

“Oh, I hope you didn't get stood up,” Haku said, pressing one hand to his cheek, and shaking his head. Sasuke shrugged again.

 

“It's starting to look that way.” He looked over to Haku again. “You here by YOURself? No bodyguard?”

 

Haku rolled his eyes, and nodded. “Yeah. I decided to take a “Me” Day. No parents, no school, no boyfriend. It was actually kind of nice,” he said breezily, smiling.

 

“You drive?” Sasuke said bluntly, surprised.

 

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Haku said, grinning widely. “Just got my license a few days ago.” He laughed. “I failed the damn test four times! Can you believe it?” He shook his head. “Me. FAIL.” He laughed airily again. “How did YOU get here, if I may be so bold?”

 

“I took the bus,” Sasuke said, smirking.

 

“Bling bling,” Haku said, raising his eyebrows.

 

“Don't I know it,” Sasuke muttered, looking down at his watch again. 5:12. Shit. “Guess he's not coming.”

 

“Oh, dear. Well, I'm sure you can give him hell on Monday,” Haku said, smiling weakly. “Ah… are there any good movies playing, I wonder? I'd better go by a ticket. See you, Sasuke,” he said, nodding, before walking off in the direction of the ticket window.

 

Sasuke pondered a moment, before he said, “Haku, hold on.”

 

“Yeah?” Haku asked, turning to look at the Uchiha.

 

“I guess I have an extra ticket now,” he said, pulling the tickets out of his pocket. “Want one?”

 

Haku put his hands on his hips, and smiled. “You're inviting ME to a date movie? Why, I don't know what to say!”

 

Sasuke walked over to him, and slapped the ticket into his hand. “Just say yes. We're late.”

 

“Then… yes,” Haku said, holding the ticket close to his face. “What movie is it?”

 

“Some gay artsy film. Come on,” Sasuke said, nodding to the theatre.

 

“'Gay artsy film'? I resent that!” Haku giggled, before skipping after Sasuke into the building.

 

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“Well THAT was weird,” Haku remarked as they left the theatre two and a half hours later. “Remind me to never go see anything by Shapanskey again.”

 

“No kidding,” Sasuke said, with a yawn. “Jesus, what time is it?”

 

“Not even eight o'clock,” Haku said, glancing down at his watch. “Awww… did poor little Sasu-chan miss his bedtime?”

 

“Shut up, you girl,” Sasuke laughed, rubbing his left eye.

 

Haku grinned, and ran a hand through his hair. “You need a ride?” he asked brightly as they wove through the many cars still in the parking lot. Sasuke frowned.

 

“I guess,” he said. “I have no idea when the next bus is. But… isn't there some sixth-month period where you can't have anyone else in the car with you?”

 

“Not in this state, Babe,” Haku said with a smile. “Come on… my car's over here.” He led Sasuke all the way to the end of the parking lot, close to a large cove of trees where construction workers had reached. This section of town was fairly new.

 

Haku's car, as it were, was also quite new. It was a dark blue PT Cruiser, and Sasuke was instantly in love with it.

 

“As much as I hate PT Cruisers,” he stated, looking the car up and down, “this is a nice car.”

 

“It's my mom's,” Haku said with an almost dark edge, shaking his head, and digging in his bag for his keys.

 

“Haku… please tell me that's not a purse,” Sasuke said with only a small air of sarcasm.

 

“No, it is not,” Haku said perkily, finally finding the keys. “It is a messenger bag, Sasuke Uchiha, and you'll do well to remember that!”

 

“Yeah. Sure,” Sasuke said darkly, but smirking all the same.

 

“Oy ve,” Haku sighed, pressing a button on the control pad hooked onto the key ring. The lights inside the car flashed for moment, and he said, “There we go. It's unlocked. I'll-“

 

“Shut up, fag, and hand it over,” said a man who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere next to Haku. The sophomore turned, and quickly backed away from him. The man was standing near the front of the car, his face shrouded by the dark of the night and a hood. “I said, gimme the bag!”

 

Haku reached down to lift the bag from his shoulder, but Sasuke quickly pulled him back. He stepped in front of Haku, and kept his gaze level with where he thought the man's eyes were.

 

“Get lost, scum bag,” he said coolly. Haku seemed to shrink down behind him, his eyes wide. He clutched Sasuke's shoulder with one thin, shaking hand. Sasuke couldn't help but notice that his nails were painted the fairest shade of cerise.

 

`Odd time to notice something like that,' he thought.

 

“Maybe I didn't make myself clear,” the man said, before pulling out a knife. It's blade flashed in the moonlight. “Now hand over your purse and your keys, fag-boy, or I swear you won't ever fuck your little boyfriend again.”

 

Haku's hand was gripping his shoulder so tightly that it hurt.

 

“I thought I said get lost,” Sasuke snapped again, clenching a fist. He was scared, but he was too stubborn to back down now. And he knew it. “No one talks to Haku like that and gets away with it. Now shoo.”

 

“Oh, you little punk,” the man said. “I don't wanna hafta cut you up, but I sure as hell will!”

 

“In the middle of a parking lot on a Sunday night? You're an intelligent one, aren't you,” Sasuke said sarcastically.

 

The man momentarily lowered his blade, obviously stunned by the fact that the two were still resisting. The knife was usually very convincing.

 

“By the way, before we go any further,” Sasuke said matter-of-factly, “I should probably warn you that my father is Heisuke Uchiha, Chief-of-Police for all of Konohaton. If you by chance DO kill or rob us, I don't think my dear ol' dad would rest until he found you and gave you the harshest sentence known to God and man.”

 

The man was almost shaking now.

 

“You're bluffin',” he said, eyeing Sasuke coldly.

 

“Oh, am I?” Sasuke said. “Are you sure you want to take that chance?”

 

The man lowered his knife, contemplating this. While he thought, Sasuke took his chance, and aimed a kick right between the man's legs.

 

The man doubled over in pain, and collapsed to the ground. The blade slipped from his hands, and clattered to the pavement.

 

“Ah! Take that!” Haku squeaked with relief, releasing Sasuke's shoulder, and picking up the knife. He turned, and tossed it into the trees. The he turned back to the man, and stepped down hard on his fingers. He howled.

 

“That's for calling me a fag!” Haku snapped, grinding his heel on the man's hand. “I suggest you keep you mouth closed around people like me from now on, mister! Hmph!”

 

Suddenly, Sasuke was hit with a very in-character flash of brilliance. He pulled out his camera-phone, and flipped it open.

 

“Say `Jail Time'!” he said brightly, snapping a picture of the man's face. “Ew. You're a bit of an ugly bastard, aren't you?” The man had a leathery, acne-scared face, and scraggly brown bangs. “And a bit too identifiable.” He looked down at the man, and said, “If I ever so much as smell another ridiculous mugging in this parking lot, this picture gets e-mailed to every police station in the state. Now. Why don't you scurry on home, Mr. Cockroach?”

 

Wheezing and choking out hapless threats and the words “You sunuvabitch,” the man got to his feet, and stumbled off, still half-bent in pain. Haku watched him go for a moment, before turning to Sasuke.

 

“Sasuke, that was amazing!” he cried, throwing his arms around the younger boy, and squeezing him. “That was so brave, thank you so much! I could have never done that!”

 

“Well, that's… just fine, Haku,” Sasuke said awkwardly, feebly patting Haku on the back. “Uh… you want to let go of me now?”

 

“Oh, fine, fine,” Haku said, releasing Sasuke from his Hug of Death, and walking around to the drivers' side of the car. “ You know, Sasuke, you're going to make someone very happy someday.”

 

Sasuke felt what could almost be described as a blush creep its way onto his cheeks. But that was preposterous, for Sasuke Uchiha CERTAINLY didn't blush. But he WAS at a loss for words, and Haku certainly wasn't. He laughed. He actually LAUGHED.

 

“Come on,” he said finally, wiping his eyes. Sasuke wasn't sure if the tears were from the bought of laughter, or from pure relief to be alive. “I'll take you home.”

 

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“Can you believe that?” Heisuke snapped into the phone, shaking his head. Itachi listened from the TV room, lying on the couch in front of the big screen TV.

 

“My son with the faggots' disease. How ludicrous. I'm glad you agree. Yes. Hmmm… probably not. Of course I'm not giving that quack a dime! AIDS. My son with AIDS. Bah. So, Dosuke, how is Shisui doing?”

 

Itachi stood from the couch, and wearily climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He felt terrible. He was tired, and felt like he was getting the flu. He rubbed his eyes, and entered his bedroom, closing the door tightly behind him.

 

Sasuke had been gone when they had arrived home at 4:30. He wondered vaguely where the boy had gone too, but found he couldn't remember him saying anything about leaving.

 

“Was I supposed to give him a ride somewhere?” he said to himself, shaking his head. It wasn't ringing any bells.

 

He changed to pajamas, and slid into bed.

 

“I guess I'll have to ask him when he gets home.”

 

(I don't wanna die)

 

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