Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Void ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: As always, Niiro does not own Naruto nor any of its characters.

Warnings: Not much happens here, implied incest, Angst, OOCness . . .

A.N.- Oops! Seems I forgot to post the last chapter on AFF. So sorry to those of you who read this, there. Won't let it happen again. Hopefully. Oh! And I think I need another Beta-reader. I'm not sure yet. My current(I think) beta hasn't returned the last chapter, so I posted it anyway. Maybe the next few chapters will be un-beta-read.
Chapter 7: Abandoned

Blue eyes scanned the ground below. It was one hell of a jump, Naruto decided, but it wasn't worth possibly breaking his legs, or getting a concussion. Or worse.

He waited, not very long, as the sky darkened in a short time, looking around the ground below him for any sign of his love.

It wasn't long, but to him it felt like hours, before a guard-whose face was covered in a mask, like the rest of them-came around from the side of the building, carrying a ladder.

The poor guy was struggling with the heavy metal, and it looked like he was trying his best to be quiet, but he crashed, dropped, and even tripped over the ladder on his way to the balcony Naruto stood on.

Not all too bothered with the guy's clumsiness, Naruto looked around the ground again. From his height on the second story balcony, he could see the whole courtyard, and the Entry-Gates.

But no Sasuke.

Getting a bit frantic, the blonde's eyes scanned to and fro on the grassed plain below him. There were patches of black hair that stood out from behind some of the Guards-who were either oblivious to the guy carrying the ladder or ignoring him-masks. But some of them had blonde hair, or brown . . . a few even had dyed their hair several neon colors . . .

But that was off topic, Naruto tried to stay focused. None of the guards looked even remotely similar Sasuke. Their hair was either too light, or not glossy enough. Or perhaps they were too tan, or too muscular. All in all, Sasuke was no where in sight.

And that made Naruto ill to his stomach.

He could already picture Sasuke back down there in that basement, chained and being . . . touched by Itachi. And none of those reoccurring visions were making Naruto feel any better.

A loud clanking noise, alerted the blonde to the Hired Help placing the ladder at the balcony.

"Climb over, and down the ladder." Whispered a gruff voice.

Naruto looked around again, and climbed over the railings of the balcony, before slowly making his way down the ladder. The guard held the metal steady as Naruto descended, letting go as the blonde touched the ground.

"Thanks." Naruto whispered.

He was a bit unnerved as the guy just stood there for a second, looking at him, before reaching into his pocket to pull out a small wad of cash, and a folded paper.

Entranced, Naruto watched as the guy quickly stuffed the money back into his pocket, then handed Naruto the folded paper. The guard's hair was brown and frizzy, as he tried to run his fingers through the exposed part; the rest hidden under a hood, connected to his jump-suit.

"Look, kid. If I were you, I'd drop the Uchiha. He's not worth your life" The older man sighed, "Let him be. And move on. You won't regret it in the long run . . . "

Naruto narrowed his eyes at the man before him. Watching a bit angrily as the guy folded the ladder back up and struggled to carry it away.

"Yea, whatever man . . . " Naruto whispered.

The guard turned around, hitting the ladder, loudly, against the wall on accident, as his piercing black eyes met crystalline blue youthful eyes. "Listen kid. Money isn't everything. That kid in there, " He pointed toward the house, "ain't got nothing to offer you. His money won't keep you safe from his bastard-brother. Listen to someone who has been working for that Ass for a good couple years, there is no protection that runt can offer you."

Naruto growled lightly, "First of all, I'm not after Sasuke's money. And secondly, mind your own damn business." He turned away, but finished addressing the guard over his shoulder, "Bet you got a few dollars to bring that ladder, huh? And then you have the nerve to lecture me on the values of it?"

The guard hissed, turning again, and slamming one end of the ladder into the wall, "Fine. It's your life on the line. And yea, so what? I got a lousy two-fifty out of this. But helping you escape ain't really worth it. Seeing as you’re too oblivious to see how much danger you're actually in, that kid in the house just wasted a good couple hundreds on this! " He turned and marched away, crashing the end of the ladder, several more times, into the side of the building.

Naruto scoffed, looking around again. The exit was right there. Only a few feet from him. And even though some of the guards saw him, none of them made a move to stop or hold him there. Maybe Sasuke had paid them to. Or they were as bad as Kisame as doing their jobs.

He eased up against the side of the building, just to be safe, and made his way to the edge of the perimeter, sliding toward the exit, under the cover of the gate and shadows.

***

Sasuke counted off by fives out loud, " . . . $-45 . . . and $250." He handed to money to the guy before him, "You mess this up, and I'll personally kick your ass."

Even though he heard the guard snort, he still knew the man would heed his warning, "Here, "He handed the frizzy-haired brunette a folded sheet of paper, "Give this to him also. Say nothing, and make sure he gets out alright."

The guy nodded, scratching his head, as he turned and headed toward the garage.

Sasuke watched him leave, wincing as the asshole slammed the door. It was a good thing he planned ahead, to distract Itachi. Those idiot guards who worked for him-actually his brother- couldn't do anything right. They did it well enough to get the job done, making major mistakes-avoidable mistakes-along the way.

Upon hearing a crash, Sasuke angrily slapped his hand over his face, regretting ever even hiring the Duffus, as he rushed off toward where he figured Itachi was.

As expected, Itachi was lounging in what Sasuke liked to call the 'Safe-Room'. In truth, the room was anything but safe. It was stacked with hidden weapons(that only Itachi knew where they were, but Sasuke knew they were there), and several TV screens imbedded in a wall (on the screens currently were views from the outside security cameras).

There were several book cases, stacked with books, and a desk, which Itachi sat behind in a leather chair. The desk held a computer, and a few scattered papers, and a half-empty glass of water . . . or something Itachi was drinking.

And next to the desk was a long, black, leather couch(no arm rests) that leaned against one of the walls. That's where Sasuke sat, looking over the monitor screens, immediately spotting the black-shadowed figure, carrying a long, gleaming object.

Sasuke tensed. Never again would he hire someone else to do such a simple task! That idiot knew where all the cameras were, and walked right in front of about three of them! And not to mention, the dumb-nut was practically banging the ladder, constantly, into every wall he came by! And Sasuke thought he was one of the better Guardsmen . . .

Still tensed and sure Itachi had seen what he had, Sasuke could have sworn he felt Itachi's smirk slide into place on his brother's usually stoic face.

He visibly winced upon hearing the wheels on the elder Uchiha's chair slide across the redwood floor, as Itachi pushed back the chair, to stand up.

The light tapping of Itachi's shoes(why he had them on, wasn't something Sasuke had time to think about) got closer with every step the elder Uchiha took.

When he thought his brother couldn't get any closer, yet still heard the footsteps, Sasuke practically leaped out of the chair, not able to hold in his anxiousness. But something caught onto the back of his shirt, yanking him against a firm surface.

Sasuke squirmed, getting a slightly disgusted feeling as Itachi wrapped his one of his arms around Sasuke's chest, his other arm wrapping around his neck; resting on Sasuke's shoulders.

The younger Uchiha could feel as Itachi nuzzled the side of his head, planting faint kisses on it, and along his ear.

"It's such a shame you go through so much to save him . . . "

Sasuke just looked at the screen, watching as the guard he paid extra, clumsily set up the ladder, while Naruto climbed down.

"Itachi . . . "

"Shh." The elder interrupted, "I do you a favor . . . you return it. Understand?"

Sasuke didn't reply. He just watched as man on the screen spoke with Naruto, before stomping away angrily. Startled as Itachi plopped down on the couch, Sasuke was pulled down with him, his attention pulled away from the video recordings.

"I let him go . . . you stay away from him. Do you agree that it is a fair deal, Sasuke?"

Still Sasuke didn't reply, and the prominent bulge protruding from Itachi's lower regions was nudging at the back of his pants, most uncomfortably.

If he stayed here, Kami only knew where this would lead . . .

"That is the only choice I give you, Otouto. The only choice you have to take . . . "

Sasuke shivered slightly, when Itachi shifted him more comfortably(for Itachi) in his lap, but shook his head. "No . . . You of all people should know . . . there's always more than one choice."

Itachi tightened his grip around Sasuke, moving one hand to his younger brother's waist. "It's your choice, Sasuke. Your decision. But remember, a quick phone call away lies Naruto's life."

***

They waited out there for almost half an hour, before Kakashi spotted a gleaming light in the distance. Obviously it was someone sneaking around the Uchiha property, carrying something long and shiny.

A steel ladder, Kakashi noticed.

Hm . . . From the size and build of the creeping shadow in the distance, not to mention the noise this person was making, Kakashi knew it wasn't Sasuke or Naruto. He watched carefully as the shadow stopped at a balcony, and someone-from his good eye Kakashi could see, had blonde hair- climbed down.

More than likely it was Naruto.

The gray-haired man looked over at his lover, watching a bit uneasily as Iruka cradled his cellphone, begging it to ring. He was slightly concerned, and wondered if he told Iruka that Naruto was coming their way, would the brunette make a loud commotion with his cheers.

But during his contemplation, Kakashi had lost sight of the suspected Naruto, but he still saw . . . well, heard the shadow leaving with the gleaming, metal ladder.

Still not sure whether or not to mention it, Kakashi sat beside Iruka on the hood of his car. He decided to tell him about what he'd seen, but a loud 'thump' caught both of their attention.

The thump was followed by a series of light-footed taps(someone running) and a squeal, from Iruka as he caught sight of Naruto, heading straight for them.

"Naruto?!"

"Iruka!" The blonde yelled, running up and hugging the man he saw as his father.

"Well . . . " Kakashi mumbled, adjusting his mask, "you saved us a whole lot of worrying and time, trying to think of a way to get you out."

Naruto's happy face faltered, as he pulled a paper out of his pocket. His blue eyes scanned over the nicely written-in Sasuke's handwriting- note. It clearly stated what the raven-haired teen wanted, and Naruto knew he couldn't do anything, short of ramming the car through the gate, and hoping Itachi would come out in time for the blonde to run him over, but obey what was written and head home.

Like always, or at least planned in the note, they would meet at the city park, just down the road from Naruto's apartment, tomorrow. And maybe then Iruka and Kakashi could talk to Sasuke.

"...Let's go . . . " The short, blonde teen, whispered.

Iruka looked over at Kakashi, as Naruto slid into the back seat, "Naruto . . . Are you su-"

"Yes. Let's just go. Trust me." Naruto mumbled, shutting the door.

Kakashi nodded, nudging Iruka toward the passenger seat, "We'll talk to him about everything that happened once we get home."

Iruka nodded, whispering, "He'll feel safer there . . . more open to talking in a comfortable and familiar environment . . . " He got into the car, shutting his door as Kakashi, started the car, "My place ir ruined. Can we stay at your's for a while?"

Kakashi nodded, "Of course."

Iruka looked back at Naruto, sighing sadly, upon seeing the blonde slouching dejectedly in the back seat. "I'll have to make a police report . . . " Naruto's dazed eyes opened wide, panic clearly showing, but Iruka was quick to finish his explanation, "Or else the insurance won't fix the place. I'll say it was a robbery . . . "

Naruto calmed slightly, Iruka noticed, and looked out the window as they passed the Uchiha mansion, heading to Kakashi's apartment.

"Iruka?"

"Yes, Naruto?"

"You're gonna help him, right? ..."

Iruka smiled sadly, turning in his seat again, and looking back at Naruto, meeting his blue eyes, "Yes, Naruto. Kakashi and I will try our best."

Kakashi nodded, even though Naruto wasn't looking in his, or Iruka's direction. "Yes, Naruto. We can only hope Sasuke will be more forthcoming with Iruka's persuasion, your encouragement, and my reassurance, than he was a few years ago, with only me."

Naruto nodded, absently, "Yea . . . "He looked to the front of the car, meeting Iruka's eyes, "Thanks . . . both of you."

Iruka smiled, and turned back around in his seat, before he let tears fall. "Don't worry, Naruto. You'll always have us here for you and Sasuke. Remember that."

***TBC***

A.N.- This was slightly easier to write than . . . the last chapter was. Anyhow, sorry for that slightly fluffy moment at the end. Now I'm feeling depressed, and usually I don't feel much after writing these chapters. Anyway, I have to type the next chapters of two more stories, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Please review. I'm loving them greatly. Sorry if I'm depressing anyone. Usually Dark Fics are depressing . . . Anyhow, Thanks for reviewing. They keep me on time, and if not on time, keep me typing! Enjoy!

Thanks Tessa. You always write a lot in your reviews, and I love reading what you have to say. I don't know if you realize it or not, but I feel like I should be writing this fic to your liking . . . weird, huh? Anyhow, thanks very much.

As a matter of fact, thanks a lot to all reviewers!

-Niiro Yuuyake