Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Lick the Strawberry ❯ Illness ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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It's difficult to lose yourself.

To lose yourself, for somebody…

It seems ridiculous.

But when it happens, it is even harder to fall out of that trance.

What will you do to save yourself?

Can you save yourself?

Or was it, from the beginning, there was nothing to save you from?

You never lost yourself.

It's all a hallucination.

This Illness. (?)

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He really, really, didn't need a five year old boy to make him happy. To prove this to himself, he decided to take a week off to clear his thoughts. He was not in love with a pre-pubescent boy. He simply wasn't. He simply couldn't be. Pedophiles were disgusting, immoral human beings. And he wasn't one of them! He was an Uchiha, perfection by birth, by blood. He had so many admirers. Why would he suffer sexually, for someone that was five?

Sitting down on his leather sofa, he sank into a cushion, his eyes fleeting to a neat folder, marked with the name Uzumaki Naruto. He suppressed the image of a blue-eyed, beautiful boy from entering his mind. Sitting up, he reached the folder, and without warning, tore it in half. Flutters of paper, the stories he had collected, all the information he dug for, landed on his cold tiled floor. Staring at the papers, he felt a sense of triumph. Ha! He would rid himself of those wretched, sinful feelings!

Sasuke felt happy, but he wasn't aware that this happiness only was created because he was relieved. Feeling pleased with himself, he tossed the rest of the remnants of Naruto's things into the trash. Taking the pictures of him he had in his drawer, he threw them out as well. Suppressing the heaving disappointment for the loss of his work, he glared at the wastebasket.

He wished he never took them out. A picture. The Beautiful child was on a swing, laughing. It had been a good day, and his sunny blond hair was so bright under the sunlight. His rare, gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling. It sat above of many others, on top of the waste basket. Another picture had him staring at a pigeon. Hunched over, he had eyed it curiously. Sasuke had watched him harass the bird for a good ten minutes.

Sasuke tore his eyes away, resisting the urge to take everything from his garbage, place them where they were moments ago, and fix all the things he tore up. He got up, and grabbed his coat. He needed a walk. Desperately. Air will clear his mind thoroughly of any impure thoughts.

He was not attracted to a little boy. He couldn't be.

Hurriedly walking through the park, he tried his best not to think of him. Sasuke felt filthy. He wondered why he couldn't have just fallen in love with a fifteen year old. Anything would've been better then someone that was five. He was disgusting, he knew. But he absolutely refused to accept it. It made no sense.

He needed to bone some of his admirers. He needed some way to release himself from such a dangerous trap. Taking out his cell phone, he glanced at the numbers. He had sixty listings, and fifty-five of which were teachers at M.K. Elementary.

Scrolling through the list, he read through the names one by one, but stopped after thinking about the twelfth one. `Yamanaka Ino.' Sasuke stared at the name for a few seconds, before closing the phone. He wasn't desperate. Yamanaka was a filthy slut, anyway. How could he think for a second that he could learn to love her, just because both of them had blond hair and blue eyes? Naruto's hair was much more golden, and his eyes deeper and bluer then any ocean or sea. He continued walking.

Anyone compared to him wasn't worth looking at. Compared to Naruto, Ino was just dull.

Suddenly realizing the direction his thoughts were going, Sasuke felt frustration build up in his heart.

He walked faster. Knowing there was a bridge up ahead, he decided to buy a pack of duck feed, and toss some over the bridge, where the hungry ducks would be waiting. It was barely the afternoon, so the park was mostly empty. Children and adults were either at school or at work. Opening his pack of duck feed, he let his thoughts wander back to his transaction between child and adult.

He was rarely ever attracted to anybody, throughout his years as a youth. However, he knew that an attraction was hard to get rid of. The less you saw the person, the more you wanted to see him or her. An attraction was like a disease. Sasuke watched the ducks. He wondered if his sudden attraction made any sense. Maybe it was a disease. After all, it wasn't normal to like someone at first glance, was it?

But then again, his fan girls seemed to fall in love with him subconsciously. Sasuke faintly recognized they were no longer girls. Now they were grown women. So…was his situation as bad as theirs? After all, they were women. Grown women stalking him, wanting his touch, wanting his riches. Was his situation the same as theirs?

Perhaps after damning them so many times caused Karma to finally bite him in the ass.

Sasuke accidentally dropped the plastic bag. A few pieces of food particles fell to the floor. He bent over to pick them up.

No…it was worse. The age difference was far too wide. Picking up the bits of bread and crackers, he didn't notice another presence.

While most females that chased after him were, in fact, disgusting, there were a few that were kind. Also, it was normal. To have an attraction with someone opposite of your gender, around the same age was natural, wasn't it? He supposed women who were attracted to his touch were normal as well. After all, wanting to touch the person you adored was ordinary. He really couldn't say the same for an attraction for his money.

His situation was definably worse. The boy was five. He was a male. The boy was five. It was an irritating fact that made Sasuke so angry with himself.

Not that he admitted to having an attraction, of course.

Picking up the last drop, his hands brushed against someone else's.

Sasuke thought to himself, maybe it's a lovely lady who will take me away from this illness. Like in those romance novels his mother used to read.

Straightening his back, he looked down, only to see the bluest eyes. He held the last food pebble cupped between his palms, and the sweetest smile was placed upon his pink lips. Brilliant blond hair gleamed under nature's rays.

…But then at second glance, it was the hands of a child. Small, unscathed and tan.

Sasuke was shocked for a moment, words contained by his throat. Naruto blinked at him, wondering why he wasn't taking the pebble. He looked at the food particle in between his slim small fingers, and then at the pond. He tossed it over, watching in delight as the ducks fought with each other for the food.

It was so surreal.

After a month and a half of suffering, he was right in front of him. He was gorgeous.

Sasuke frowned. He noticed that his skin was not a healthy tan, and that he was black and blue in some areas. Why was he bleeding? Sasuke bent down, taking his arm. Naruto stared at him, afraid.

Sasuke's body was trembling, and his blood was pulsing. He was touching his soft skin. He was so warm. Oh, how he wished to run his fingers on his small chest, caress his body. Even when covered with cuts and abuse, he was still so gorgeous. An untouchable for six weeks, in his hands.

He was dreadfully happy.

He watched the older man take out a Handkerchief, and wipe his red cuts and welts, which were abundant on his arms.

Blue eyes looked at him, confused. He hissed and whimpered, and after much squirming, he tore his arm away. “Mister, whatcha doing…?” He gnawed his lips, reddening them. His arms were in pain, and biting his mouth until it was raw seemed to help. Sasuke didn't answer, only thinking to himself what a wonderful pretty mouth he had.

Sasuke wanted to kiss him. He wanted to touch him, so badly. He thought dryly what he was thinking about moments ago. He supposed that it was wrong, but wasn't it right to want to touch someone you adored?

“I'll get your cuts disinfected.” Tossing the rest of the contents of duck food into the pond, he walked past Naruto.

Blinking, the boy tried to decipher what disinfected meant. Sasuke turned, looking at him. He wasn't going to touch him. He'll find a way to get rid of this repulsive, corrupt attraction. But then…

If so, why was he bringing him closer?

“Come with me.”

Naruto understood those words. Looking at him cautiously, and then at the ducks devour the food, he decided to follow. If this man was kind to the ducks, he won't hurt him.

It was the quickest way to get rid of it. Maybe this wonderful torture will open his senses. After all, confrontations are the quickest way to a cure, right?

Still. He couldn't help but stare at him.

The child was so devastatingly beautiful.

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Is this an Illness at all?

If it was, would it be curable?

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Please continue to support me, dears. Lots of love.

I hope I established much within a tiny chapter.