Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy



Author’s Note: Um… yea, since I was rather late on the previous chapter I made sure to buckle down and work my ass off despite the commissions and requests and other such crap I had to do XD one or the other is always getting pushed aside
Anyway, here’s the next chappie – don’t worry, it’s longer than the previous one, which I did notice happened to be pretty short in comparison to the others I’ve written so far >_>llll not sure why, maybe it’s because I kinda rushed it >< sorry!
Well, enjoy!
Thanks for sticking with me so far~! ;_;

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Chapter 10

Expedition to Konoha’s Landfill [Part Two]

[Sasuke’s POV]

Naruto’s staring at me like there was something hanging out of my nose. Dobe.

I smirk then. I hope I get to call him by that more often being as how it seems to get him fired up. Kinda like saying girls had cooties.

Figuring I must’ve totally lost it, Naruto snorts and turns to the car we had been hanging out by for the rest of the lunch period. I take a good look at the car, finding it to be a very new, very shiny black Dodge Viper with two white pin strips flying down the center of the vehicle.

I whistle.

Fishing around in his uniform pockets he dangles a set of withdrawn keys to me and marches to the driver’s side. I follow suit to the passenger on the left.

When I finally shut the car door Naruto jams the key into the ignition, but doesn’t start his car. Instead he thumbs the wheel precariously as if waiting for me to suddenly back out of the ride. Blue eyes sweep gently over mine and the boy gives me this look inscribed with curiosity and distrust.

Finally he says, “You sure you wanna ditch school?” By not answering him it forces him to continue, “I mean, with you’re little ‘rep’ and all? Don’t want daddy getting his panties in a wad if he finds out you skipped school.”

“He won’t,” is my curt reply and Naruto turns the key, starting the engine. As Naruto begins to hastily veer out of the parking space, I feel the need to ask, “Is this even your car?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Uchiha?”

I noticed he only says my last name if he’s mad at me. Or displaying great disgust – something like that. “Exactly what it means,” I retort and sink slightly in the squeaky leather.

Naruto’s silent for a moment, obviously trying to think of an answer, which I had to say I was surprised because I just expected him to either not answer or throw my ass out. “It’s my uncle’s car,” he finally answers.

“Your uncle?” He nods. I nod once myself, “That’s cool. I don’t have one.”

“Have one, what?” Naruto presses me to elaborate.

“A car,” I smirk wryly, “dobe.”

Naruto’s eyes twitch in narrowing and he slams his foot on the accelerator, tearing out of the school’s parking lot noisily. I instinctively grab the door handle and the side of the seat and hold on for dear life as Naruto whisks effortlessly around the corner.

“What the hell are you driving like a goddamn maniac for?!” I practically shriek, meanwhile my heart is now sharing my cranial cavity where my brain is. “You really want to kill me, don’t you?!”

“Yea, well, don’t be fucking calling me by your cute little nicknames! It’s fucking annoying! Don’t act like you fucking know me, Uchiha!” Naruto shouts, squeezing the steering wheel with a death grip and spins around another turn.

“You’re the one that invited me along!” I explode. I KNEW I was out of my damn mind for coming along in the first place, but for a small SPLIT second, I thought my life might actually be okay. But the cruel world has to prove me wrong yet again.

“Well I shouldn’t have!” was his loud reply, blue eyes a blaze and focused intently on me. I was fueling his battle to the death by glaring when a flash of red caught my eye. Averting my eyes to the front I yell at the sight of an oncoming car, “LOOK OUT!”

Questionably, Naruto looks to the front, yelps and gives the wheel a good yank to the right and just BARELY evades our perilous doom.

There’s several honks of the other car and an angry shout, muffled, but heard, “Watch where’re you’re going, asshole!”

Naruto hangs his head and arm out the open window and flicks the other driver off furiously, “Fuck off, asshole!” He grumbles something I can’t make out due to my frightened panting.

I sit forward and turn to him. “Keep your eyes on the goddamn road, dobe!” I somehow manage to yell out between heavy gasps for air.

As Naruto slows to a stop at a crosswalk, he shoots me the nastiest death glare he could muster. “If you call me by that name, one more time, I’ll—”

I cut him off, “You’ll what? Dobe.”

He scowls at me and abruptly turns his eyes back on the road when the last cluster of people scuttle by. The light changes from red to green and he’s off in a flash again, pressing his foot into the accelerator pedal. Smirking, I stare at him from the passenger seat and notice that he’s now pouting out the front windshield, eyes fixed straight ahead and he’s now gripping the wheel loosely with one hand, the other slack in his lap.

Feeling somewhat accomplished, like an animal trainer taming his wild beast, I sit back comfortably against the cool leather and ask, “You got anything worthwhile in this car?”

“A radio,” he grits out and one-handedly makes another, but slow turn this time.

“And a CD player,” I make quiet note of and shift, the interior squeaking beneath me. “What CD’s do you have?”

The blonde doesn’t say anything and instead points with his thumb to the center compartment between us. Nodding to myself I open it to reveal a thick, black leather CD case. Quaint. It matches the car’s interior. Withdrawing it and letting the trap door shut, I begin to sift through the transparent sleeves in hopes of finding some good jams. Despite usually liking silence, it was a bit unnerving to say the least when you were with someone who you’ve known so far to be unpredictable, but loud to say the least.

“You have Korn?” I ask, slightly baffled. From the way Naruto – or I should be referring to in this point, Kyuubi – and the others had portrayed themselves when I first met them, they acted to be just a bunch of thugs. And generally thugs and/or gangsters [just saying that word makes me want to laugh] are stereotyped to listen to nothing but rap or hip-hop or whatever you call it.

Naruto just gives me this look like I deserved to be punched. “Yea, s’wrong with that? You don’t like?”

“Opposite, love Korn.” I meticulously pull the CD from its respective sleeve and slip it gently into the media player. Curiously as I wait for the CD to load, I continue to file through the booklet. “Ah,” I murmur when I happen to come across a few well-known American hip-hop artists. I didn’t care for all of them, hell, even most, but I tolerated it, mainly because of Konohamaru. I even caught Itachi listening to some of it on an occasion. Some of the very popular artists in America, didn’t matter what genre, was becoming all the rave here in Japan.

My eyes widen then, “You got nobodyknows+’s new single?!” I’m practically shouting and I think the sudden outburst took Naruto by surprise.

The car slows to a stop again and he gives me hard look, “Um, yea?” He’s looking at me like I’m absolutely insane. I counter his look with a half-assed scowl and immediately eject the Korn CD and replace it with the mentioned single.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for this CD, even before I moved here.” Though I didn’t care too much for hip-hop, American hip-hop was slightly different from Japanese. “Hero’s Come Back is such a good song,” I say, more to myself really as the song kicked up. I was a bit shocked at the nice bass system and Naruto seemed to be quite pleased with my choice of music, his fingertips drumming melodiously on the steering wheel. As the song goes on, I decide to kick the conversation back into gear, “So how’d you get a hold of your uncle’s car anyway? You live with him?”

“No. It’s his pad, but he’s never around,” and he makes this weird circling gesture with his hand, “He’s a novelist or whatever.”

“A novelist?”

“Yea.”

“What genre of books does he write?” I ask, interest peaked and I pull out my bottled water from my school bag. Novelists usually, if they were well known, that is, had an assload of money. Usually.

“Porn,” was Naruto’s flat, but ultimately serious answer. I choke and spit out my water and there’s a look of total disgust on the blonde’s face, “Hey, watch it.”

“Porn?” I cough, still trying to swallow what little water remained in my mouth, and then remind Naruto that it was ONLY water I spit out. It wasn’t like it was going to ruin the car or anything.

“Well, he calls it a romance-comedy-drama-thing… but it’s mostly porn with some sort of lameass plot that must be the comedy-drama part.”

I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at that. “I take it you’ve read them?”

“Bit’s and pieces,” he admits quietly, still staring straight ahead – thankfully. “But it got pretty boring the first few pages in and I gave up.”

“Not the reading type?”

“I like manga better.”

I smirk, “Me too.” The blonde then chances a glance at me and meets my smirk. His eyes comically widen a bit and he looks briskly away, fixated on the street ahead. Well, that was one thing the dobe and I had in common. That’s interesting. “So you’re staying at your uncle’s place then?”

“It’s more like he’s staying at MY place.” Noting to my silence, he continues, “He rented it out originally, but it was only temporary. Since I had no place to live at one point in time I asked if I could rent it out from him. So when he’s in town he stays there.”

“I see. I take it then he’s in town?”

“Unfortunately,” was the blonde’s irate response.

“Is that why you were so against us going to your house for the school project?”

Naruto doesn’t answer me right away, looking rather deep in thought. “Yea, cos my uncle’s annoying, and no because I just didn’t wanna do the damn project to begin with.” And had Naruto not been currently driving, I’m sure he would’ve crossed his arms and pouted. I guess he just settled for pouting because his bottom lip was ever so slightly jutting out with his scowl.

Smirking, I ask, “What made you decide to do it then?” Naruto glances at me questionably before looking back ahead. I continue, “You could’ve said no, like Gaara.”

“You don’t ever stop asking questions, do you?” the blonde grumbles, thumbing the steering wheel with both hands this time.

I back off and lean comfortably back again. I suppose that was one question that was going to go unanswered for now.

“I got one more question,” I softly announce, getting Naruto’s attention very briefly. I continue, “Where’re we going?” Naruto’s quiet, which is a little unnerving despite the idea of just going for a “casual drive” didn’t seem like a bad idea. But with someone like Naruto, there was no telling what he was planning – therefore, I had no idea what was in store for me.

Finally the blonde asks, “Where do you wanna go?”

He’s leaving the decision of our mysterious destination up to me?

“I got something to do real quick,” Naruto somewhat hastily responds, cools and says, “but afterwards we can go where you want.”

That seemed fair. “Okay,” I pause, “did you have lunch?”

“No.”

“Wanna get something to eat?” I offer gratuitously. “Since Kiba kinda ruined my lunch.”

Naruto smirks, “I can’t believe you drank after him, blech.”

“Can’t be that bad,” I insist, not wanting to think badly of the boy despite not being that familiar with him.

The blonde gives me this look suggesting my impending doom and I frown.

I close my eyes, slightly irate and promptly inform, “Well, my brother has a tendency to do the same thing ALL the time. So I guess it doesn’t bother me much.”

“Much?” Naruto quirks. “So it still bothers you then?”

I puff my cheeks a bit, “Well it IS my brother, and he IS annoying.”

“Younger?”

“Older,” I correct, but answer the given question. Naruto kinda stares off a bit and I could only assume he was probably reminiscing or doing some kind of thinking about his family. So I ask quickly to disrupt him, “Where is it you need to go?”

“I…” Naruto wavers a minute and continues, “…need to drop something off to a friend of mine.”

“Ah,” and I leave it at that. It was probably either something not important, or something private. Either way, I left it alone. It wasn’t my business; he’d tell me if he wanted me to know. “What are good places to eat around here?”

Naruto gives me a one-shouldered shrug, “Ah, there’s plenty o’ places. It just depends on your taste.”

I stare at the blonde thoughtfully and ask, “Where’s your favorite place.”

“Well,” Naruto’s eyes circle a moment, “I like ramen, so I’d say my favorite place to eat is Ichiraku’s.”

I snicker, “You like ramen?”

Naruto whisks his head at me and shoots me an angry, but offended glare, looking mortified, “What? What’s wrong with ramen?!”

I lift my hands defensively, “Nothing!” And I smirk again, “It just…suits you.”

Naruto’s face turns red, which broadens my smirk and he splutters, “What?! Are you making fun of me? You wanna go, Sasuke?!”

I pause. “Wow.”

“What?” Naruto’s eyes narrow at me suspiciously before looking back at the road.

“That’s the first time you said my first name when you’re angry.”

Naruto pouts rather childishly and the red hue to his face darkens, “So what?”

“Nothing, you just usually call me ‘Uchiha’ when you’re mad at me,” I explain, still smiling some.

He grunts at me, “Whatever. It’s not like I’m giving you any special treatment.”

“Not asking for it.”

Naruto puts the brake on as he pulls into a vacant parking lot. Pulling the emergency brake into place he opens the car door and surprises me by leaving the keys in the ignition. Turning to me, he says, “You, stay here, I’ll be right back,” and he pulls out a large, tan-colored envelope. I nod to him and he steps out, but before he shuts the car door, he ducks and sticks his head back inside and firmly says, “Lock the doors.”

I blink twice, but nod and don’t question his command. I just do as I’m told once he shuts the car door and hit the automatic locks.

I thought it to be quite interesting the sudden trust Naruto put in me. Trusting me with his car on, knowing that I was fully capable of hopping over in the driver’s seat and taking off with it. Not only that, but the sudden concern for my safety as well, telling me to the lock the doors being that someone could also just as easily steal his car – or his uncle’s car, rather.

I patiently drum my fingers on the armrest on the door, looking out the window and at the seemingly, abandoned run down building we parked in front of. It looked like an old hospital, and I say old, not just because of its appearance, but because it’s smaller and there are bars on the windows. No, it’s not a jailhouse, you can tell – albeit barely – by the blatantly white interior.

I wonder how long this’ll take?

[Naruto’s POV]

I had glanced briefly back at Sasuke, who warily, but casually waited in the car for me. Taking a deep breath I continue to move forward, pushing one of the double doors aside into the stark, white lobby of the old building. The halls were empty, echoing with each wary footstep I took farther into the barred prison.

He’d be waiting for me in the farthest room at the end of the institution.

Stupid, fucking, creepy-ass, pedo bastard.

A chill runs distinctly down my spine when I reach the end of the corridor, pushing open the door slowly to a set of whitewashed stairs. After ascending about two flights of stairs I had to stop and take a break. I didn’t want to be long because I didn’t want to leave Sasuke out there like that – especially not near this place. This place brought far too many ugly memories of an unwanted childhood of mine.

This place used to be alive, if you could even call it that. This is where I went before I was sent to juvie; something or other the court judge was unable to decide whether I was actually aware of the things I had done or was just mentally ill. Either way, I went to both places.

Yes, this anesthetic-smelling white dump is an asylum – or used to be. I don’t know what happened to this place, but shortly after I was released and admitted into juvie it closed down.

Not like it really matters to me. However I had to frequently return here to see him.

I light a cigarette shakily in hopes to calm my seriously rattled nerves. After a few wavering breaths did my hands stop shaking and my headache clear. The tobacco killed the smell of rubbing alcohol and I was able to continue the next two flights to the fourth and last floor.

I smirked to myself as I turn the stairwell to ascend the last flight and shove one hand into my pocket. Come to think of it this is where I first met Gaara. He was being released into juvenile detention as I was being admitted into this nut house.

Back then… we had the same face.

Same distant, empty eyes; same cold features, devoid of life and heart.

Once I get to the top of the stairs all I had to do was to reach the end of the single, but ridiculously long hallway and enter the last room. I crush my cigarette under my foot and give it a grinding twist once I’m at the top of the stairs. He’s just beyond that door. I stare at the last door at the end of the hall. My eyes squint dangerously as my feet scuff forward.

As I near closer, I rethink my plan over and over again in my head: Get in, give him the money, and get the fuck out. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to bring Sasuke with me. At least I was fucking smart enough to leave him in the car.

There’s no way; no fucking way I’d let him meet this bastard. Fuck, it’s not any of his business anyway…

I can hear a deep throaty chuckle just beyond the door as I stop apprehensively in front of it. I feel my face pale and turn a little green at the noise, hand, now shaking again, resting on the door handle.

Fuck Naruto.

Just GO.

Sucking in my breath, I push down the lever of the door handle and nudge open the door. Sticking my head inside the white, but shaded room, I can make out the large suede chair in the back, seated behind the substantial metal desk, looking quite out of place.

I step inside, but leave the door open and approach the desk. He doesn’t move from his chair that is turned towards the window.

“I got the money,” and I drop the thick envelope with a quiet slap on the desk.

The chair creaks with his shifting weight, but he doesn’t turn towards me. Maybe I’ll luck out and he’ll just let me leave.

“Very good, boy,” comes the raspy, but deep voice hidden behind that stupid chair. I scowl deeply at him.

“So I get my end of the deal still, right?”

Just to get a rise out of me he asks, “And that was?”

Pissed, I clench my fists and strain my jaw hard. “That you’d leave me the fuck alone and…”

“And…?”

“…and give me my mother back.”

He laughs darkly and I can feel every hair on the back of my neck stand on end. This man made me so sick to my stomach; so twisted with rage and he knew it. He got kicks out of it.

“You still run on about your mother? Boy, your mother has been dead for over a year.”

Damn him.

“Don’t you think it’s time you put the past behind you?”

Damn him.

“And got over your mother’s death?”

With a loud bang, the metal desk craters beneath my fist. “It’s your fucking fault, you scumbag! It’s your fault she’s dead!”

The door slams shut behind me and I jump in alarm. With a sudden quickness way beyond my own he’s spun and leapt from his chair, standing right over me. Slit yellow eyes are boring into me, making me tremble with both anger and fear beneath him.

He leans down, towering over my much smaller form and snarls wickedly, “Boy…” A rough, almost white skinned hand is gripping my jaw so tight I thought it’d be crushed and he pulls my face close to his. “Don’t forget that it was I who freed you from your prison; from your misery.” And he jerks me closer still, so close I had to jerk my head to the side to avoid crashing face first into him, “I gave you what you wanted; granted your every desire. But don’t forget that I did with a price.”

I’m watching the suddenly small floor beneath us through squinted eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel a long, moist tongue sweep the underside of my jaw, not touched by his fingers and trail up one side of my face. So disgusting.

When I try to jerk away, he just tightens his hold on my face and grips my upper arm with his free hand, forcing me in place. When he tips his head to one side there’s more light on his deathly pale face. I can now see the soft, but deep purple tattoos encircling his electric yellow eyes; like a snake.

“You’re so feisty. You know how much of a turn on that can be, Naruto?”

Ugh, don’t say my name, you creepy-psycho-bastard!

I twist again and grunt in disapproval, but he just laughs at my lame attempts at escaping and just effortlessly spins me around and slams me down flat onto the table. Pinning my wrists effectively above my head he hovers over me, lips parting way for his disgustingly long tongue to come through. He tastes me, probing at my tightly closed mouth, hoping I’ll give in. Albeit reluctantly, I open my mouth, only because he gives one of my arms a painful twist, making me cry out.

I struggle beneath his larger body, spitting his tongue out of my mouth, quite literally due to its unnatural length and cough. I had gagged and threw up some in my mouth.

He chuckles at me and crashes his lips down onto mine hard, slipping his tongue back in and much more fervently this time. I whimper under him and twist brutally again, biting down hard onto his muscle when given the opportunity. He hisses, veering back away from me and I have to act fast, rolling briskly to one side as his fist vehemently puts another dent into the metallic table.

That would have hit me square in the face had I not dodged it.

Fuck.

Ducking quickly off the table and around him, I make way for the door and give the handle a brutal tug before I’m yanked harshly back by the collar of my open blazer and thrown against the table’s lip again. I could feel my spine crack in a few places, but it was more like the vertebras popping rather than being something fractured or life threatening. Still, it hurt like hell and it was bound to leave a nice bruise later.

“Be a good boy, Naruto,” and his shadow is over me again as I lean carefully against the table, dizzy from the impact. “If you disobey me, I’ll send you back to that hell you called ‘home’.”

“Bastard,” I grit and there are hands up my t-shirt, ghosting over my cold, but tanned flesh. Long, nimble fingers work their way up my stomach, tweaking sensitive nipples roughly and then grope my chest provocatively. Without meaning to I give a light moan, but bite my lip to stifle the rest of it. Just as he leans farther over my small build to capture my lips again do I lift my foot with my characteristically blind speed and swiftly kick him in the stomach, sending him staggering back a few feet.

There’s no fucking way in hell I was giving into him today. Not with Sasuke out there waiting for me.

I wasn’t so sure why I cared what the Uchiha thought, but… It was just something I didn’t want him to know about.

“Get back here, you demon brat!” Comes a struggled yell, even drier than before thanks to the lack of air he was getting.

“Fuck off, Orochimaru!” I curse at him and make a sudden break for it. He was blocking the door so I was left with only one exit. And that was the single window in the room; the only window in the entire asylum that didn’t have bars.

He grabs for my blazer, but I tear right out of his grip, leaving behind some hair that he manage to snag with his other hand before I lunge right through the glass; the only thing that was standing in the way of my temporary freedom.

I can hear the snake bastard yell something through the rain of glass, but I couldn’t make out what it was. I was too lost in the exhilaration of my body suddenly taking flight; soaring through the glass-ridden air, mind totally void of the four-story drop that was right below me.

When I open my eyes completely, I can see the black asphalt of the ground quickly catching up to meet me head on.

SHIT!

I swing my arms out in front of my face, crossing and I turned myself over onto my back, hitting the plastic lid of a large dumpster first, then rolling on my side to the pavement.

Fuck that hurt.

I lay there for a good five minutes, groaning a bit and some pieces of glass finally make their way down at me. I stare up at the sky, eyes a fuzzy daze and I don’t see any sign of Orochimaru through the broken window.

I won. For now.

Rolling to the side, I slowly, very slowly push myself up and briefly wonder to myself if I broke anything. When I had no problems being mobile other than being sore I decided I was fine, brushing the dirt and glass off my uniform. Turning back to the abandoned asylum I indignantly give the building the bird in my triumph, trying to regain some dignity and promptly, but hurtfully return to my car that was luckily still there.

I knew Sasuke wouldn’t take off with it.

I smirk slightly.

He’s too much of a pussy to do that.

[Sasuke’s POV]

The loud rapping at the window on the driver’s side scared the absolute shit out of me. Jumping, I drop my open manga onto my lap and suddenly look to the side, seeing a weary, but nonetheless dour face of Naruto on the other side, the backside of his bloodied knuckles tapping at the glass.

I unlock the doors and he clambers in tiredly. With a hard sit he shuts the door quickly and released the brakes, putting the car in to drive and peels like a bat out of hell out of the parking lot.

I blink a few times, trying to clear my daze and finally pick my dropped manga back up and ask, “What the hell? Are you okay?”

Naruto hurriedly gives me an “I’m fine.”

I frown at him. He’s not fine. His knuckles are all scraped up and bleeding.

“Naruto,” I more firmly call out to him and he glances at me minutely with a struggled “what?” I shift and face him, “What happened?”

The blonde doesn’t answer me, just scowls harder at the road as if damning it.

I sigh softly and shake my head, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” and I sit back in my seat. “You’ll tell me if you want me to know.”

Naruto still doesn’t say anything, but looks at me longer this time; I can see him out of the corner of my eye.

“So to Ichiraku’s then?” I ask, re-offering the idea of lunch to him.

Naruto mumbles, “Yea,” but with a very faint smile.


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