Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Your Life Back ❯ In Search ( Chapter 17 )

Kukukukuku...Don't you all just love me? XD

 

---Shikamaru PoV---

 

“...Nara.”

 

I turned around, and a boy with bright red hair approached me. His eyes were heavily lined with black...Eyeliner? I didn't know. Insomnia was a good guess, as his eyes were narrow slits, and reacted heatedly when the sun passed cloud to cloud. He was tiny, for a boy near my age, and his petite arms folded across his chest proudly, asking me to laugh, for he could see it in my eyes. The kanji for love was etched in his forehead, or that was what I assumed, seeing as it was the only kanji I knew. The tattoo had an eerily cool demeanor, and his bright aqua eyes countered it as well. He frowned as he stood before me.

 

“...Do I know you?” I asked. He did not move, did not blink. I would have thought he was dead, if it were not the heave of his tiny chest telling me otherwise. He breathed in deeply.

 

“...No, but you do know Naruto,” his voice was quiet, sultry, and appealing to the ears. It matched his frame, but it held in it a deadly tone, asking for any challenge. I stood up tall, and he looked offended. I tried not to laugh.

 

“...How do you know that?” His eyes seemed to roll a little, as if he had to keep retelling the story. He inhaled heavily again.

 

“...How do you think? Friends talk to friends, don't they? You're his best friend, I assume.”

 

I stared at him through narrow eyes, lips jutting out lightly.

 

“Oh am I?”

 

“That's what he says,” he replied coldly. I took in a strong stance, jamming hands into my pockets to hold my head high. Did this kid want a fight?

 

“...And what of it?”

 

If his frown could be any bigger, it would be.

 

“...Where is he?” I snorted at him.

 

“...Ran away,” I calmly answered, and he didn't seem fazed. Apparently he really was one of Naruto's friends, and he knew of his depressing nature.

 

“...What was it this time?” I would imagine him rubbing his temples in frustration, but he only let out an exhausted sigh.

 

“Sasuke,” I said. He jerked in surprise, standing cautiously. His eyes couldn't possibly be any narrower.

 

“...The Uchiha,” he gritted out. He would have proceeded to open a can of whoop ass on Sasuke, if I hadn't grabbed his collar and pulled him back like a defeated toddler. He growled at me, but I shrugged.

 

“...Sasuke ran away too.”

 

The kid lowered his arms and relaxed, unruffling his clothes. He stared at me.

 

“...To save him, I believe?” he sounded both relieved, and irate. I nodded.

 

“...You got it.” We reviled in silence for only a few seconds, waiting for the other to question further. I opened my mouth to do so, but a voice interrupted me.

 

“Gaara!”

 

The heavenly voice went through one ear and came out the other. The girl whom owned that sweet voice jogged toward us, her breasts bouncing lightly. Gaara turned to look at her, blankly watching, while I stared with a jaw dropped. Her dirty blonde hair, only a shade darker than Naruto's, was tied into four short pigtails, two at the top of her head, and two protruding from her nape. As she grew closer, her blue eyes glistened in the sun, and I couldn't help but stare at her refined and proper uniform in royal blue and purples. Her miniskirt wrinkled as she ran, but kept things hidden, and her white leg warmers were falling from her knees. She had a bright necklace that shimmered, an hourglass as its jewel. She skidded to a stop in front of us, her hands clasping at her knees, bending forward to catch her breath. I watched with eyebrows raised to heaven, as her chest heaved once again, heavily panting.

 

“Don't run away from me like that!” My mind darkened at that. Not the mention of a runaway, but the implications. She must be his girlfriend, the little pipsqueak. He saw this on my face, and his lips curved sadistically, gesturing toward the blonde angel beside him.

 

“...Nara...This is my sister, Temari.”

 

My knees felt like buckling in relief, but I kept them strong. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes that twinkled, and I was left near speechless. She stood taller than her brother, obviously named Gaara, at this point, and held out her hand. I took it proudly, but shook it lightly. She squeezed my palm, and I clenched my teeth. Jesus, it hurt. What, did she juggle elephants for a living? But her sweet smile turned me to jelly.

 

“...So what's your name?” she asked. I shivered.

 

“...Ah...Shikamaru...” I managed to hide the stuttering. I could see Gaara gag himself with his finger behind us.

 

“...Nice to meet you, Shikamaru-kun...I'm sure I'll see you again. Gaara,” she turned sharply to him, and he, of course, hid away his gagging, returning to the smooth red head he was. She pressed her fists to her hips in authority, leaning over to him. I had the opportunity to see up her skirt, and crouching down ever so slightly, I managed a little panty shot. My eyes widened.

 

...Black...And lacey...?

 

I slapped a hand to my face as I felt blood spurt from my nose. At this, Gaara watched me with wide angry eyes, and Temari just turned to me, unaware of the sinful act I had committed against her. She blinked, but straightened to fuss at my bloody nose. Pulling a handkerchief from her breast pocket, she leaned over my chest to dab at the blood, handing it to me to finish. Gaara was ready to blow his top, the red that etched itself onto his cheeks. Temari only waved and demanded Gaara should follow. A moment of silence was left to us, and I managed to say the only thing appropriate.

 

“...Your sister's hot.”

 

He punched my shoulder so hard; I tumbled backwards and onto the ground to enjoy my bloody nosed fantasies.

 

---Naruto PoV---

 

“Fooooooooooood!”

 

I rolled my head to the side, staring at my dirty hands in my lap. Fine brown dust and hints of blood masked the flesh, turning it even darker. I assumed my face was in the same condition, but I hadn't looked in a mirror for over 4 days, much less bathed. My ankles were scabbing, still refusing to heal under the stress of walking. I had ventured to a city but 20 miles from my hometown, and I sat in the opening of an alley, watching the passersby. Some looked down at me in pity, some ignored me, and then there were the ones who scowled. I liked those ones the most, as I would smile at them, and they would scurry away with wide eyes.

 

This wasn't my first time being homeless.

 

I knew what to expect.

 

...But this time...It was different.

 

“...Hey sweetie!” a young voice called out. I ignored it, seeing as there were so many scantily clad hookers on the street; I assumed it was directed towards one of them. The sky was midnight, unlike the time, and the street lamps on the dirty street supplied the whores with adequate lighting for their colorful facial features, cherry lips and blue-lined eyes.

 

“...Sweetie, you hearin' me?” I narrowed my eyes and leaned against the corner of the alley wall, surveying the streets. Young men practically danced all around the girls in their tight leather and feathery clothes. I watched blankly.

 

“...Hey!”

 

A hand grabbed me suddenly, jerking me to a stand. I widely eyed the young men in front of me. They looked around the age of twenty if not twenty five at most, and the one holding my wrist had his raven hair slicked back stylishly, pale lips curving widely at me.

 

...Drunkards?

 

He wrenched at my wrist, bringing me flush against him. I was short for my age, if anything, I was as tall as most of the girls at my school. These guys towered over me. I tried tugging at it, but he held it strong. His dark blue eyes glistened at me as he blew hotly against my scarred cheek. I flinched away and tried tugging again. His friends crowded around us.

 

“...She's cute, isn't she?”

 

“...Feisty,” one called out. I clenched my teeth.

 

“I'M A BOY!”

 

They were silent for a minute, before they began to grin.

 

“...I can always experiment, can't I, boys?” the gang nodded at the ring leader, I assumed, holding my hand fiercely.

 

“...You're extremely pretty, sweetie...I mistook you for a girl! I apologize, but...Since you're so girly, I won't notice much of a difference will I?” his voice was soft, demanding. I flinched into my shoulders, fright overtaking my senses, as this recalled Itachi. The man's hair was short, and his appearance rivaled Sasuke's, but his goal was me, and that too is Itachi's. He grinned finely at me, and I coward away, digging my fingers into the fist around my wrist. He only pulled me closer to him, and I could hear his enticing heartbeat's calm pounding.

 

“Leave me alone!” I cried out as his hand's grasp grew tighter, and my hand began to numb. I squeezed my eyes shut and clawed at him to stop, but he only smiled again.

 

“...You're just so pretty, I can't refuse the offer!”

 

Almost immediately, one of his buddies came up to put me in a full headlock, and that's when I really began to panic. I kicked out at him as he tried to get closer, my movements restricted. I flailed and cried out, my loud voice echoing against the dark alley walls he had pulled me into. I only managed half a scream, as one of his other friends pressed his hands against my mouth. The ring leader with the glowing blue eyes stared at me hungrily, stepping up close to me. My legs which flailed were held down by the others, and I was trapped. The leader slowly brought his hands up to my chest, trailed down seductively, and proceeded to lift up my thin covering of a shirt. I struggled helplessly against the gang, but it only made the leader smile wider, his cold hands roving over my tan stomach and up to my nipples. I cried out for him to stop many times, and he only dropped his hands to scratch at my hips violently, leaving red moon-like fingernail marks in his wake. As he began to undo my belt and drop my pants, I pleaded. He ignored it, and as his thumbs caught the hem of them, they slowly made their way down to my knees, to my ankles, and then thrown to the side carelessly. I watched with wide watery eyes as he undid his own belt to drop his own pants. I clenched my eyes shut tightly and proceeded to close my spread legs, but the men behind me refused my plea. As his hands slithered to the back of my knees to bring them up, I began to tremble as I felt his bare hips come intact with my own. Tears spilled carelessly from my eyes now, as I waited shakily for the unbearable pain to begin.

 

It never did.

 

Next thing I knew, my bare ass hit the ground quickly, as the men all let go of me to run, loud feet pattering away. I decided to open my eyes, to see only one person before me. His black eyes were narrow, and his black hair was softly mussed in the wind. Tears were still trailing down my cheeks as I smiled open-mouthed, my nakedness nearly forgotten.

 

“...SASUKE!”

 

There was a small moment of silence, and in the darkness of the alley, I was able to define the sadistic smirk on my saviors face. My smile disappeared almost instantly, my mouth hanging open in fear. The lines under his eyes quivered as he narrowed them even further.

 

“...Close, but no deal, Naruto-kun...”

 

---Sasuke PoV---

 

“....Rrrrr....FUCK!”

 

I punched at the steering wheel as the streets turned up empty again. I had traveled all around town, and was now on my way north. This had been the only area I hadn't checked, that a 17 year old boy could walk to. I gritted my teeth, as the sun set behind the mountains, and I spied a cornfield. I browsed my eyes over it as I drove slowly past it. I stomped on the brake.

 

A trail of blood leading from the side of the road stopped at a pile of corn husks, pooling up to make a browning stain among the yellow and green. I jumped out of my car to inspect it further.

 

Some loose change and pocket lint laid to the side of the apparent bedding, as Naruto's body shape was still imprinted into the soft debris. Inside the dent, was a folded up piece of paper, and I shot my hand out to grab it. I rushed to my car, and punching the overhead lights on, I unfolded it to scan my eyes over it quickly...

 

...Uttering a loud and hurt curse, I flung myself into the front seat and drove off speedily toward the bright lights near twenty miles away, what appeared to be a city. My hands clenched at the steering wheel as I pushed 100 mph.

 

`...I love you, Sasuke...'