Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire's Kiss ❯ Mind over Insanity ( Chapter 3 )

Hey! How's everyone's summer so far? How is mine? Shitty, but you guys don't need to know that. For anyone who is bored or is already having a bad summer (or winter depending on the location) this chapter is dedicated to you.

 

 

Disclaimer . . . kind of: (Tied to a chair in my own house by FBI agents) I own Naruto! (Gets shocked) I own it. I swear. (Gets shocked again) Ok I don't! I just want Itachi-kun back! (Begins to cry and gets shocked again)

 

 

Kiba ran desperately through the bushes and trees surrounding the house. He had to get help even if it was Neji. He was not enough of a cold hearted prick to leave someone in a life and death situation, especially if it was someone he knew. Kiba winced as a branch rubbed against his wound roughly, making it bigger than it originally was. Kiba pressed his hand harder against it, trying to stop the flowing blood that was rushing through his fingers. Where the hell was Neji!?!

 

 

Kiba reached the spot where Neji and Shikimaru were supposed to be, and to Kiba's major anger and disappointment, they were gone.

 

 

. . . Meanwhile downtown . . .

 

 

Neji sat in a small brightly lit room. A tall brunette police officer stood at the other end of a wooden table in front of a steel door with a two way mirror on his right. “Now, can you tell me why you were trespassing on private property, son?”

 

 

Neji closed his eyes before answering, “It was my destiny to go there.”

 

 

“. . . Right . . . and did you think following that destiny was worth getting arrested?”

 

 

“It was inevitable. It was destiny, and it must have been destiny to have you questioning me.”

 

 

“Mr. Hyuuga, I see this isn't your first time being at the station, so let's make it easy on both of us and stop with the destiny stuff. How does that sound?”

 

 

Neji nodded. “I see. It was my destiny to hear you say this to me. That is why I am here. I will make sure to take it to heart.”

 

 

The officer slammed his fist against the table. “I know what you are up to Hyuuga. You're trying to drive me insane, but it won't work because I'm onto your little game.”

 

 

“Then it must be destiny for me to do this to you. I am terribly sorry.” Neji gave a slight bow.

 

 

“That's it. I can't take it anymore.” The officer leaped at Neji's throat but was caught by two new officers who entered the room as soon as they saw him snap. “Let me at him he's driving me insane!” He yelled as he was dragged away out of the room.

 

 

Another man, dressed differently from the rest of the officers due to his green vest and cigarette hanging from his mouth, shook his head. “Let's go, Hyuuga. You know where your cell is.”

 

 

Neji got up with a half smirk and walked out of the room with the man at his side. “You assume I know where my cell is after coming here only every other week, Asuma.”

 

 

“You will never call me Mr. Sarutobi will you?”

 

 

“I figured I see you often enough to call you by your first name.”

 

 

“Yeah, you and Uzumaki.” Asuma sighed and opened a cell. “You'll be released in a few hours.” With that, he walked away.

 

 

“So,” Shikamaru said from his spot on the cot, looking at the ceiling as if he was watching his clouds.. “You drive the officer crazy again with that destiny crap again.”

 

 

“You know, even though they know what I'm up to, they still fall for it every time.”

 

 

“So, troublesome.”

 

 

“But still amusing.”

 

 

. . . Back to Kiba . . .

 

 

Kiba made it to the road to see a police car driving off with what looked like Sai in the back see. “Hey, wait! Come back!” Kiba ran after car. His feet trudged through the mud of the unpaved road, but he still tried to run after the vehicle. “Being on the track team better pay off right now,” he mumbled. He winced slightly as he removed his hand from the wound in hopes he could run faster and get the driver's attention. “Hey! Stop the car!”

 

 

Kiba stumbled slightly as his head began to spin. Shaking it away, he continued running. Naruto needed help. He had to help him. He owed him. Kiba pushed himself harder until his legs burned. As he saw the car pull away, he pushed himself that much harder. His lungs burned due to the cool air. “Wait,” Kiba called weakly. His vision blurred. He could feel the blood in between his fingers, but he could barely feel his arm. He was losing too much blood.

 

 

Losing focus, he lost his footing, causing him to dive face first in the mud. “Wa~it,” it barely made it past his lips. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the car stopping and an officer running over to him. Naruto.

 

 

. . . Flashback . . .

 

 

“Dog boy.”

 

 

“Shit face.”

 

 

A bunch of children surrounded one small child with messy brunette hair. “Why don't we play fetch? Here,” one of the boys from the group of children threw a stick at the child in the center, all of them laughing as the stick hit his head. “Come on, you are smart enough to play fetch aren't ya?”

 

 

The brunette growled and jumped on top of the boy. Punching him in the gut and trying to hit his face.

 

 

The other kids grabbed the boy and dragged him off of their friend. The brunette squirmed and tried to kick whoever it was grabbing him roughly only to have someone hit the back of his head.

 

 

“Let's punish this naughty puppy.” Two of the bigger boys held him down and the others surrounded him getting ready to attack him.

 

 

“Hey, live him alone!” A small blonde boy yelled gaining everyone's attention. “If you're going to pick on him, you'll have to get through me.”

 

 

“You want in on the fun too sunshine?”

 

 

The blonde smirked. “You bet I do. Hey, kid,” the brunette looked up at the blonde. “You can fight, right?”

 

 

The brunette smirked as well. “Well duh.”

 

 

“Then let's kick some ass!” The blonde threw a punch at on of the kids who held the brunette. While the punch connected and distracted the two larger boys, the brunette bit the other's hand causing the kid to yell out in pain and release him.

 

 

Eventually, after a long fight, the gang of kids ran away and the winners of the battle collapsed onto the grass. Cuts and bruises covered the two, but smiles were plastered onto their faces.

 

 

“You never gave me a name you know,” the brunette panted out.

 

 

“Uzumaki, Naruto. You?”

 

 

“Inuzuka, Kiba. Thanks for helping me today.”

 

 

“Think nothing of it. I'm used to dealing with bullies like them.”

 

 

Kiba rolled over and propped himself up with his arms. “So, does that make us friends?”

 

 

Naruto tilted his head back so he could see the Inuzuka boy. “Well, duh. Who else is going to save you the next time you get ganged up on?”

 

 

They laughed and watched the sunset, knowing that a beautiful friendship was just formed.

 

 

. . . Line . . .

 

 

Naruto bolted up in his bed in a cold sweat. With his ragged breathing and his mind full of thoughts of him dieing, his hand flew up to his neck. Feeling no break in the skin or a sign of a scab, his breathing slowed. “It was just a dream.” Naruto let out a nervous laugh. “It was . . . just a dream.”

 

 

“Hey, Naruto, I know you're probably in the middle of a wet dream after reading one of my wonderful books last night, but if you don't get your lazy ass up now, you'll be late for school again,” Jaraiya yelled from the bottom of the stairs. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes drifted upstairs.

 

 

“Pancakes?” Naruto thought slowly as his half awake brain registered what was going on. Ok. Pancakes means Tsunade's here because the last time Jaraiya cooked he was in the hospital for two weeks. Tsunade cooking for them means something special is going on today. Now the question is what is today. Naruto glanced at the calendar on the wall next to his door. “That's right; it's my birthday today isn't it.”

 

 

“Naruto! Are you up?!”

 

 

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be right down.” Naruto threw the blankets off and stared. Why the fuck was he naked? The last time he checked, he didn't sleep in the nude, especially not after that sleep over at Gaara's house when they . . . you know what? He didn't even want to get into that.

 

 

In any case it didn't matter. He quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and pants off the floor and a shirt from his closet.

 

 

“Naruto!”

 

 

“I'm coming, I'm coming,” He mumbled. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, he ran down the stairs not even noticing the crimson stained shirt or the blood written message on his dresser.

 

 

We will meet again soon, Naruto-kun,

but this time, don't bring your wallet,

dobe. You never know who else might

find out where you live. Until then,

I recommend not eating any garlic.

 

 

~ Sasuke Uchiha

 

 

I don't know about you, but I think this chapter sucks. Maybe it's because I don't have a Beta editor . . . nah couldn't be.

 

 

Chances are that I will fix this chapter, but I have been busy, so it might be hard.

 

 

So, somebody asked me a question. What song fits my personality the best? I think it's Numb, by Linkin Park. If anyone else has a question, don't be afraid to ask unless it's about where I live. Then there might be a problem.

 

 

Review, otherwise I'll hold Itachi as my prisoner.

 

 

Itachi: Another day, another crazed fan girl holding me against my will. Lucky me.

 

 

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