Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ To Find Warmth In The Snow ❯ Chapter 5 Meanwhile ( Chapter 5 )

And here I am again!

I knew you'd miss me!!!

Well…. here you go

 

 

Chapter 5

Meanwhile (couldn't think of anything better)

 

I walked outside the door and was immediately greeted by a long hallway. Walking was painful and having to walk that long of a hallway wasn't exactly an exciting prospect.

But there was nowhere else to go except back into that room, which was the last thing I wanted to do.

I began the painful walk down the hallway and as my vision came back into focus I realized there were lots of doors, all with numbers on them.

I turned around to face the door I'd just come out of.

207…

I turned back around and saw a girl around 20 or so come out of a room with a man about 40.

He handed her a wad of money and she put it her in her tinny purse winking at him.

After the man had left, she turned and noticed me.

“What's a ninja like you doing in a place like this?” she said obviously trying to be sexy. She came over to me and pressed her large breasts against my chest, her hand coming up to caress my cheek.

She had red and black pigtails and was wearing a tight pleather mini-skirt and a tight pleather vest that showed her stomach and looked like it was about to explode from the size of her breasts.

And strangely, I didn't find her the least bit attractive.

“So,” she said batting her eyelashes covered in mascara, “Like what you see?” she asked referring to herself.

She licked her scarlet lips pressing closer against me.

“Umm….” I started not exactly sure how to answer, but I didn't have to.

“I do.” Someone said from behind her.

I looked up over her to see a guy and even I have to say that god hadn't blessed him with looks.

He was fat, and had acne all over his face. His features were small, too small for his pudgy face and this added to the some might say ugly look about him.

I saw the girl's look of distaste before she said, “I charge 75 dollars and hour. Can you afford that?”

“Oh let me check,” he said pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

She turned back to me with a pouty look, “You sure you don't want anything, hun?”

“I don't have any money.”

“I'd do you for free.” She answered with a smile and a giggle.

“I have enough.” the other guy shouted.

She looked me up and down once more before sadly turning and leaving with the other guy.

 

*I just got hit on by a hooker…*

 

I shook my head accidentally causing it to throb painfully.

I continued my journey down the hallway hearing moans and screams from every room.

 

*A whorehouse. No wonder no one heard my screams…*

 

When I reached the end of the hallway I was faced with stairs.

 

*Is it bad luck for Naruto day or something?* I joked but didn't really find any happiness in it.

 

I took the stairs one at a time, ignoring the feeling of blood dripping out of me again.

About half way down I began to hear music, curiosity won over again and I quickened my pace down the stairs as much as I could with out falling or hurting myself too much.

When I came to the bottom I was faced this time with pulsing neon lights and scantly clothed bodies dancing to the music.

“Sir?” someone said and my head turned facing another girl behind a desk about six feet away from the dance floor and club.

I walked over standing in front of the desk. Then it struck me, I could tell her. I could tell her about Itachi and…

But suddenly that sounded stupid. And what? Send police or ANBU after him? Weren't they already after him?

And… it was…embarrassing. It was embarrassing to tell someone that you'd been raped. A ninja held back a few strips of silk? That was stupid and unheard of! I bet people would snicker behind my back and talk about how weak I was…

“Ummm…Can I help you with anything?”

“No.” I answered quite simply.

“Okay…?” she replied a confused look on her face.

I held my head up high and walked out of the house of ill repute.

 

Xx--XxX--xX

 

An hour later I was still walking but my pace had slowed to almost a stop. I was in a town though I didn't know where. And not wanting to be seen by too many people or have to answer too many questions I had slunk into a back alley hoping to walk along there without being bothered. I was now regretting that I'd told her nothing was wrong.

 

*I should have asked for food or water or money or fresh clothes or… anything!*

I scolded myself.

 

I hadn't eaten for soon to be (by my count at least) five days and had only had water twice. I'd stopped by a stream the first day I left Konoha and the little bit of water that Itachi had given me before…

“Hey!” someone shouted.

I turned around to see a group of about 5 or 6 boys and the leader stood in the front of all the rest.

“Hey!” he shouted again running up next to me, “I'm talking to you! You on your period or something?” he said laughing and his gang following suit.

“Or did someone just screw you up your ass, queer.”

I winced at his words.

 

*If only you knew, bastard* I thought.

 

I heard more laughter and stupid comments, but my vision started going in and out again.

 

*Why now…?* I thought bitterly to myself.

 

“I'm talkin' to you, queer.” The boy continued.

And then very suddenly a felt a fist pound into my face and fell backwards on the ground.

“Listen faggot, we don't want your kind around here. So, leave.”

“I was trying to.” I croaked.

I felt a kick in my ribs and another punch in the face.

The blood spilled from my ripped lip.

And suddenly I became numb to their taunting, became numb to their brutal assault. All I cold see was a bright and shinning light in the dark night sky.

 

*Is that heaven?* I thought.

 

At first I was relieved. `Heaven where nothing bad like this will ever happen again!'

And then I grew apprehensive.

 

*Is this dimly lit back alley where I'm going to die? Is this it? Is this the end?*

 

Suddenly the beating stopped.

I tried to turn my head to see what was happening but I couldn't.

And then there was the oddest sense of floating.

I felt like I was on a beach of sun-warmed sand, in fact I could even feel the sand between my fingers.

I tried to keep my eyes open but my eyelids seemed as heavy as lead weights. But I did catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure sanding on a building top outlined by the moon before darkness came to me again.

 

Xx--XxX--xX

 

He was in a death like trance. It was beginning to worry me. And I Gaara very seldom was worried.

I'd seen him getting beaten up by a group of local idiots and made it my job to rescue him.

That was last night at around 11pm it was now 5pm the next day and he still hadn't woken up.

He'd been covered in blood and bruises but I didn't want to clean him up until he awoke.

I was being rather kind lately.

 

*Must be something I ate…* I thought

 

I remembered this blond kid. About three years ago I'd seen him fight Hyuuga Neji a guy even I was concerned about fighting and he defeated him. And after the chunin exams where canceled he defeated me when the Uchiha could not. He was strange and for some reason I'd admired him.

Some one who could be strong without being alone, someone who could laugh and get along with others while still being a great ninja, someone who could love… that was the kind of someone I had wanted to be.

But I wasn't… and he was.

I had put him in my bed, the safest place and the softest place for him to rest.

After standing on my balcony in thought for a while I decided he couldn't stay like that any longer.

I went into my bathroom and grabbed a small washcloth and a bowl of warm water. I wet it in warm water and came back into my bedroom.

I knelt by the by the bed on my knees and briefly put my hand on his forehead.

No fever, and his breathing was still regular but I was afraid that it would stop at anytime. I hadn't really gotten to see the full extent of his injuries, so I didn't know if he was dying at this very moment of if he would wake up nice, refreshed and completely fine.

I gently worked his bloody shirt up over his abdomen gently releasing his arms from it. As I pulled it up over his head he made a small whimpering noise, his face twisting into a look of slight pain, and I paused in mid-movement to make sure I hadn't hurt him. His breathing was still normal and his face relaxed again.

I finished pulling off the shirt and looked at his stomach.

So many cuts. And on his arms too…

There was a large bruise on his right side that looked like it might be from a kick. But the bruises along his hips and love handles (I love saying that ^.^) looked to be from hands.

 

*Maybe someone gripping him too tightly* I thought.

 

I moved my eyes up along his body.

A light bruise on his arm along with many deep gashes and bruised and bloody marks along his wrists.

I looked at his face.

The entire right side was covered in dried blood. It had also dripped down the side of his neck and onto his shoulder.

I gently used the washcloth to wipe the blood away on his shoulder and neck before bringing my attention back to his face.

I followed the blood trail trying to find the source.

I removed his headband and through the blond locks I could see a large wound.

No wonder he'd been sleeping, he probably had a concussion.

After sitting the washcloth back into the bowl, I reached out and gently grazed the wound with my fingertips.

 

*It'll have to be bandaged as soon as possible.* I thought.

 

I looked back down at his bruised hips. I remembered the fight I'd seen last night. No one had a kunai to make these cuts. And no one had touched his hips, sides or wrists and yet all of those places were bruised the worst.

 

*…He was injured before the fight…*

 

I gently reached out to the hem of his pants. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I'd more than admired this guy…I dare say, he could be the first person that I was actually physically attracted to.

I slowly began pulling down and before I knew it a felt a fist make contact with my cheek. The sand was too slow for something so unexpected.

I fell to the ground and I looked up at him.

He tried to sit up and get off the bed but was obviously struggling.

“Not again, please don't!” he shouted when he realized he wouldn't be able to get away fast enough.

He cowered into the other corner of the bed sobbing and repeating “Not again… Not again…”

I stood up holding my cheek in my hand.

“That wasn't very nice.” I said slightly upset that I was being kind and he had punched me.

“Wh-who are you?” he asked.

“You don't remember me?”

It took him a second and his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Gaara…The chunin exams…” he muttered.

I nodded.

“Where am I?”

“My house.”

“Why?”

“Inquisitive aren't we?”

“Well… you would be too...in my position.”

“...What position?” I questioned this time.

He stared at me and then looked away, “I'm not really up to talking about it if you haven't noticed.” He replied.

I nodded and sat on the bed next to him. I could already make an educated guess as to what had basically happened.

“We should dress your wounds.” I said.

“What do you mean “we”?” he asked narrowing his eyes.

“You can't do it yourself.”

“Yes I can.”

“Now isn't the time to be stubborn, I think I'm being extremely kind, I could have left you to be killed by those idiots.”

He looked away again before finally saying, “…Fine.”

I gently lifted him and placed him back in the center of the bed.

I lifted the washcloth from the bowl once more ringing it out slowly

I cleaned the blood from the side of his face and his blue eyes caught mine. I almost lost my breath staring into those endless blue eyes that were at this moment so empty, lost and helpless.

I finished wiping away the dried blood and stared at his now clean face. He was even better than I remembered.

He blushed averting his eyes yet again.

 

*It looks like his self-esteem took a beating as well…*

 

There was plenty of blood above his waistline, but if my assumption of what happened to him was correct than there'd be even more below his waistline.

After I finished with the cuts I glanced down nervously.

“I'll have to…” I started glancing downward again so that he'd understand.

“Just get it over with.” He replied looking away.

This was past being a “Good Samaritan” and we both knew that but for some reason he didn't stop me as I pulled down his pants and slowly cleaned the blood from his inner thighs and such.

I'd seen plenty of naked girls; whores loved me for some reason. But I'd never held a naked boy in my arms like this, and I definitely never had to clean blood off of a naked boy, especially in such a personal place.

I had had sex with a few boys, lets face it, there's no way I'm any where near being a virgin. But usually I left right afterward, there was no feeling in it really. Not with those random boys.

I heard his soft sobs. I had to spread and lift his legs slightly but I still couldn't clean him fully so finally without any warning I picked him up in my arms and carried him into my bathroom.

I quickly filled the tub and sat him in the hot water.

He sunk down into it up to his chin and his eyes closed.

I hated to stop him from relaxing but I knew, with a head injury like that if he fell asleep again he might not wake up.

I grabbed his shoulder and gently shook him awake.

“You can't sleep.” I said, “You've already slept too long.”

He groaned but didn't close his eyes again.

No words were really needed after that.

I stood as a sentinel for some reason, I was pretty sure he could take care of himself but I for some reason didn't want to leave.

He was the first person who really trusted me, he trusted me, a monster to take care of him even if for only five minutes.

He trusted me, and it made a strange feeling cross through my chest.

After a while I lifted him out and dried him off and dressed him in a pair of cotton pajama bottoms and white cotton t-shirt.

I laid him on the bed and covered him in the blanket. I could see he was trying to stay awake but was beginning to fail miserably.

I wrapped some bandages around his head for that terrible wound and then let him rest.

But before he fell asleep I went over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“It's okay.” I said quietly.

He nodded slowly before his eyes closed.

 

*Yes, definitely something I ate…*

 

Xx--meanwhile--xX

 

“Kakashi.” I said as soon as the door opened, “We need to talk.” I grabbed his wrist like I always had in the past and placed his hand between my legs making a small pleasure sound as his fingers clasped my erection, “Now.”

 

 

Yeah, up next masochistic sex with a kakasasu just kidding! Don't worry you'll like it, Sasuke just pushes himself a little to far is all.

See ya soon