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Sasuke skipped school the next day. He didn't want to see the look of guilt that was sure to be written across Naruto's face. He didn't want to have to deal with the stabs of heartache that were sure to pierce him at the sight of Naruto's face. He just didn't want to deal with love. So instead he stayed in bed and stared up at the ceiling, thankful his parents were gone. Of course, with him being the master of the house now, the servants didn't dare question him.
He hugged a pillow and thought about Naruto as they were as children. Back then Naruto was so sweet. After he had gotten to know the boy they had been inseparable. Naruto was shy and timid around others, but loud and annoying around him. He hadn't minded though, it was a cute kind of annoying. Every so often Naruto would come to him with odd injuries, a gash that needed to be stitched up, several other broken bones, black eyes, and such, but Naruto would never tell him where they came from. He could guess that they were being obtained at Naruto's home, but he had no solid evidence. He winced slightly, remembering the time he had to sew up one of Naruto's ears.
Yes, those odd fox ears that delighted him as a child. Only now did he realize how much trouble and hassle Naruto must have received for them. That's probably why Naruto was permitted to wear his hood up constantly. He sighed. A faint, and fairly stupid, desire flitted through him. He wanted to pet those soft ears again. He laughed lightly at the memory of the first time he had pet them, how silky they had been, before sobering up. Naruto was never going anywhere near him again. Not with that stunt he pulled.
The new Naruto irritated, annoying, and infuriated him. Every time he saw the other he felt as though he was being driven up a wall. Yet, he stilled the new Naruto. It was the same Naruto, just a new mask. The old Naruto had a mask of fear and fright, this new Naruto had a mask of anger and hostility, but underneath was the same Naruto. He knew it. He had seen it in the few moments when Naruto had allowed his mask to fall, if only for a second, and his eyes had stood unguarded. That was the Naruto he loved. And the Naruto he had lost…
Unable to stay still any longer he threw himself from his bed and out the door. A cold wind nipped at his nose and tugged on his black hair, but he paid no heed to it. He walked briskly into the woods surrounded his mansion, taking no time to appreciate the trees alight with fires of red, orange, and yellow.
Soon he found himself at a standstill. He hadn't meant to come here, he just had. He didn't know why he was here, but he was glad he was.
He stood before a familiar thicket of thorns. Over the years it had transformed into a patch of roses, mainly that of yellow, white, and red. It was here he had stood, exploring as the child he was, when he had first ran across the sad form of Naruto. Now, there was no Naruto, only a shadow created by his lost memory.
Without thinking, or rather thinking it was stupid and doing it otherwise, he crawled into the thicket. Thorns carved lines of red into his skin but he failed to notice. He gritted it out until he stood in the same place where he had first held out his hand to Naruto. There was nothing to guard the spot where Naruto had once sat save for a yellow and white rose intertwined. He sighed, not knowing what he had hoped to accomplish, and turned to leave, preparing himself to face the thorns once again.
A flash of black caught his eye. A worn out, fabric black. Something was hiding in a clump of roses, dying to catch his attention. He knelt a reached a hand out, retrieving a stuffed animal.
"Daisuki…" he breathed. The whispered word rose in a huff of white that disappeared into the sky, announcing the arrival of the first snow fall.
He stood, unaware of the dots of white that fell gently around him, as he stared at the stuffed cat in his hands. The same one he had given to Naruto all those years ago.
Sudden tears filled his eyes with unexpected warmth. Emotions that had been brushed whenever he was in Naruto's presence were awakened with a vengeance. The first tear fell with the snow and many followed after that. Each tear carried along with it promises he had made and failed to keep, words of thanks he had failed to say, gentle caresses he had failed to deliver, and soft spoken words of love he would not fail to tell.
Still crying he fought his way through the thicket, the stuffed animal clutched tightly in his arms. He had let Naruto disappear from his once, he was not about to let that happen again. No matter what the consequence he would tell Naruto how he felt. He didn't care what Naruto's reaction was. While there was still a chance he would keep after Naruto, the blonde could go to Hell for all he cared, he would still follow.
Deciding to act like a man he wiped the tears from his face and allowed a small, if not somewhat foolish, smile to tug at his lips. It felt good to be doing something, not just watching from a distance. Even if he were to get even more hurt than he already was, at least he had tried and he would keep on trying until he could no longer.
First thing, he had to find out where Naruto lived. To the computer!
Within five minutes he was back at the mansion, slightly dripping, and hacking into the school system. It took a good twenty minutes to hack and then another five to find Naruto's address, but he did it. Soon he had it memorized by heart and was on his way.
By that time it was almost dusk. He hurried down the snow dusted streets, cursing himself for not bringing a coat. Naruto's house was on the shabby part of town and turned out to be more of a small, run down garage. There was no front yard. Ivy crawled up the yellowing walls and the front window was shattered. Glass seemed to cover most of the sidewalk in front of the house. A dark stain, which looked mysteriously like blood, guarded the doorstep. Bracing himself he knocked on the door.
The door, which seemed to barely be hanging onto the doorframe, swung open. A darkened entryway greeted him.
"Naruto," he called out as he stepped across the threshold. He closed the door behind him, not wanting the snow to blow in. There was no answer. He prayed that he got the right house and treaded quietly down the hallway.
"Naruto," he called out again as he passed by the kitchen. The silence seemed to grow, swallowing up his words. He hugged onto Daisuki. He knew it was stupid to bring the relic of the past, but now he was glad that he had.
Unable to bring himself to break the silence anymore he made the rest of his search as though mute. A small cry and a soft thud bought him a nearly closed door. A small crack allowed him to see into the room itself. He put his eye up to the slit and froze. Words came to him first before he could process what he was seeing.
"Aren't you just a little slut?" a man with white hair and glasses was murmuring.
"Shut up," Naruto snapped back. Naruto then whimpered as the man rammed into him.
"What the…?" he mouthed as he watched the scene, unable to realize what was happening.
"You know, this wouldn't be as bad if you stopped fighting it," the man said silkily into Naruto's ear.
"I'm fighting it because I don't want you to do this," Naruto growled.
The man grabbed Naruto's manhood, causing Naruto to tense up. "They all say they hate it." The man said. "But in the end it's all the same. All foster kids are just sluts."
"Shut up!" Naruto yelled again, trying to wrench himself free. "You're just a sick pervert."
"And yet I don't see you telling on me," The man smirked.
Naruto growled, "If I do that, you'll take me away from here,"
"True," the man pounded into Naruto once again, silencing any other conversation from Naruto's end. "Though it's stupid to come back here just for that boy,"
He suddenly froze. Boy, what boy, could they be taking about…
"Shut up!" Naruto yelled, being cut off as the man thrust even harder.
For once the man did, focusing on the task at hand. Naruto gritted his teeth and pulled at the blanket. Suddenly those blue eyes fell on him. Naruto blinked in shock, letting his guard down, and mouthing his name. Naruto cried out in pain this time as the man pounded him even harder. He watched as tears slowly fell like diamonds from the sapphires of Naruto's eyes.
"Naruto…" he whispered. He knew he should do something, anything, but he couldn't. He felt locked in place, only able to watch as Naruto was raped by that man.
Naruto looked back at him and mouthed a single word; 'go'. He wanted to do something to stop what was happening, but the invitation was all too inviting. So, doing to most cowardly thing that could be done, he turned tail and ran.

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Sasuke skipped school the next day. He didn't want to see the look of guilt that was sure to be written across Naruto's face. He didn't want to have to deal with the stabs of heartache that were sure to pierce him at the sight of Naruto's face. He just didn't want to deal with love. So instead he stayed in bed and stared up at the ceiling, thankful his parents were gone. Of course, with him being the master of the house now, the servants didn't dare question him.
He hugged a pillow and thought about Naruto as they were as children. Back then Naruto was so sweet. After he had gotten to know the boy they had been inseparable. Naruto was shy and timid around others, but loud and annoying around him. He hadn't minded though, it was a cute kind of annoying. Every so often Naruto would come to him with odd injuries, a gash that needed to be stitched up, several other broken bones, black eyes, and such, but Naruto would never tell him where they came from. He could guess that they were being obtained at Naruto's home, but he had no solid evidence. He winced slightly, remembering the time he had to sew up one of Naruto's ears.
Yes, those odd fox ears that delighted him as a child. Only now did he realize how much trouble and hassle Naruto must have received for them. That's probably why Naruto was permitted to wear his hood up constantly. He sighed. A faint, and fairly stupid, desire flitted through him. He wanted to pet those soft ears again. He laughed lightly at the memory of the first time he had pet them, how silky they had been, before sobering up. Naruto was never going anywhere near him again. Not with that stunt he pulled.
The new Naruto irritated, annoying, and infuriated him. Every time he saw the other he felt as though he was being driven up a wall. Yet, he stilled the new Naruto. It was the same Naruto, just a new mask. The old Naruto had a mask of fear and fright, this new Naruto had a mask of anger and hostility, but underneath was the same Naruto. He knew it. He had seen it in the few moments when Naruto had allowed his mask to fall, if only for a second, and his eyes had stood unguarded. That was the Naruto he loved. And the Naruto he had lost…
Unable to stay still any longer he threw himself from his bed and out the door. A cold wind nipped at his nose and tugged on his black hair, but he paid no heed to it. He walked briskly into the woods surrounded his mansion, taking no time to appreciate the trees alight with fires of red, orange, and yellow.
Soon he found himself at a standstill. He hadn't meant to come here, he just had. He didn't know why he was here, but he was glad he was.
He stood before a familiar thicket of thorns. Over the years it had transformed into a patch of roses, mainly that of yellow, white, and red. It was here he had stood, exploring as the child he was, when he had first ran across the sad form of Naruto. Now, there was no Naruto, only a shadow created by his lost memory.
Without thinking, or rather thinking it was stupid and doing it otherwise, he crawled into the thicket. Thorns carved lines of red into his skin but he failed to notice. He gritted it out until he stood in the same place where he had first held out his hand to Naruto. There was nothing to guard the spot where Naruto had once sat save for a yellow and white rose intertwined. He sighed, not knowing what he had hoped to accomplish, and turned to leave, preparing himself to face the thorns once again.
A flash of black caught his eye. A worn out, fabric black. Something was hiding in a clump of roses, dying to catch his attention. He knelt a reached a hand out, retrieving a stuffed animal.
"Daisuki…" he breathed. The whispered word rose in a huff of white that disappeared into the sky, announcing the arrival of the first snow fall.
He stood, unaware of the dots of white that fell gently around him, as he stared at the stuffed cat in his hands. The same one he had given to Naruto all those years ago.
Sudden tears filled his eyes with unexpected warmth. Emotions that had been brushed whenever he was in Naruto's presence were awakened with a vengeance. The first tear fell with the snow and many followed after that. Each tear carried along with it promises he had made and failed to keep, words of thanks he had failed to say, gentle caresses he had failed to deliver, and soft spoken words of love he would not fail to tell.
Still crying he fought his way through the thicket, the stuffed animal clutched tightly in his arms. He had let Naruto disappear from his once, he was not about to let that happen again. No matter what the consequence he would tell Naruto how he felt. He didn't care what Naruto's reaction was. While there was still a chance he would keep after Naruto, the blonde could go to Hell for all he cared, he would still follow.
Deciding to act like a man he wiped the tears from his face and allowed a small, if not somewhat foolish, smile to tug at his lips. It felt good to be doing something, not just watching from a distance. Even if he were to get even more hurt than he already was, at least he had tried and he would keep on trying until he could no longer.
First thing, he had to find out where Naruto lived. To the computer!
Within five minutes he was back at the mansion, slightly dripping, and hacking into the school system. It took a good twenty minutes to hack and then another five to find Naruto's address, but he did it. Soon he had it memorized by heart and was on his way.
By that time it was almost dusk. He hurried down the snow dusted streets, cursing himself for not bringing a coat. Naruto's house was on the shabby part of town and turned out to be more of a small, run down garage. There was no front yard. Ivy crawled up the yellowing walls and the front window was shattered. Glass seemed to cover most of the sidewalk in front of the house. A dark stain, which looked mysteriously like blood, guarded the doorstep. Bracing himself he knocked on the door.
The door, which seemed to barely be hanging onto the doorframe, swung open. A darkened entryway greeted him.
"Naruto," he called out as he stepped across the threshold. He closed the door behind him, not wanting the snow to blow in. There was no answer. He prayed that he got the right house and treaded quietly down the hallway.
"Naruto," he called out again as he passed by the kitchen. The silence seemed to grow, swallowing up his words. He hugged onto Daisuki. He knew it was stupid to bring the relic of the past, but now he was glad that he had.
Unable to bring himself to break the silence anymore he made the rest of his search as though mute. A small cry and a soft thud bought him a nearly closed door. A small crack allowed him to see into the room itself. He put his eye up to the slit and froze. Words came to him first before he could process what he was seeing.
"Aren't you just a little slut?" a man with white hair and glasses was murmuring.
"Shut up," Naruto snapped back. Naruto then whimpered as the man rammed into him.
"What the…?" he mouthed as he watched the scene, unable to realize what was happening.
"You know, this wouldn't be as bad if you stopped fighting it," the man said silkily into Naruto's ear.
"I'm fighting it because I don't want you to do this," Naruto growled.
The man grabbed Naruto's manhood, causing Naruto to tense up. "They all say they hate it." The man said. "But in the end it's all the same. All foster kids are just sluts."
"Shut up!" Naruto yelled again, trying to wrench himself free. "You're just a sick pervert."
"And yet I don't see you telling on me," The man smirked.
Naruto growled, "If I do that, you'll take me away from here,"
"True," the man pounded into Naruto once again, silencing any other conversation from Naruto's end. "Though it's stupid to come back here just for that boy,"
He suddenly froze. Boy, what boy, could they be taking about…
"Shut up!" Naruto yelled, being cut off as the man thrust even harder.
For once the man did, focusing on the task at hand. Naruto gritted his teeth and pulled at the blanket. Suddenly those blue eyes fell on him. Naruto blinked in shock, letting his guard down, and mouthing his name. Naruto cried out in pain this time as the man pounded him even harder. He watched as tears slowly fell like diamonds from the sapphires of Naruto's eyes.
"Naruto…" he whispered. He knew he should do something, anything, but he couldn't. He felt locked in place, only able to watch as Naruto was raped by that man.
Naruto looked back at him and mouthed a single word; 'go'. He wanted to do something to stop what was happening, but the invitation was all too inviting. So, doing to most cowardly thing that could be done, he turned tail and ran.