Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy



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Chapter 17

Bulletproof Schematics

[Sasuke’s POV]

“Sasuke!” I hear certain blonde-haired dobe yell over my head.

I feel myself inwardly wince and kick myself around a couple times for being caught again. I figured he had seen Sakura and I the first time, but it was difficult to determine despite the fact I could have sworn he looked right at me.

But regardless of whether or not he had seen me before getting into the car, he had seen me now all bent up and over the hood of a car. I twist against Kidoumaru’s grasp, hurting myself in the process, but I managed to shift enough to look up straight into said blonde’s face where I met a pair of blazing red eyes.

Naruto’s eyes were the color of blood… like when I first met him.

The blonde moves around the car, yelling, “Kidoumaru! Let ‘em go!” And addressed brunette does, releasing the painful hold he had on my arm with a not so nice shove.

But before I can regain composure a fistful of my blazer is snatched up hard and I’m jerked forward, looking down at Naruto nose-to-nose practically.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Sasuke?!” He roars at me furiously, eyes ablaze.

Well, I guess I should’a figured that one. I mean, that he’d be pissed at my presence; after all I DID follow after him.

Gritting my jaw hard I contrive to yell back just as angrily, “You’re the one who fucking ditched lunch today, you ass!”

Naruto’s eyes attenuate deeper and the grip he has on my clothes tighten, “What I do is none of your fucking business, Uchiha!” He releases his hold, shoving me backwards brashly, “Now get lost!”

Once I regained balance again I was about to splutter something out in response to his harsh words, but amidst the fiery red glaring, I saw something deep within those eyes I didn’t expect.

Fear.

There was immanent fear in his eyes; fear as in he didn’t want me to be here under these circumstances. Under the masked anger he was really scared.

He twitches, afraid, and jumps closer to me, shoving me back again, “I said GO!”

Was he doing this for my safety?

I bump back into someone else and look up into bright aqua eyes surrounded by blood red colored make-up, staring deeply –inexpressively – into my own. Jumping in alarm two hands come down on top of me hard, gripping my upper arms with bruising force. White hair swoops down and tickles the sides of my face and there’s hot breath on the back of my neck.

Before me, Orochimaru chortles and grabs Naruto’s arm before the blonde can jump for me again, “Aa, Kimimaro, what pleasant timing. We have a new guest that will be joining us today.” And bright yellow eyes avert and lock within my own, making my iris shrink in discomfort. He’s giving me this delicious smirk, like I was a delectable entrée on a silver platter.

Naruto flinches at the snake-like man’s words and twists quickly out of his grasp, bellowing, “No!” Turning, he faces Orochimaru bravely with clenched fists and flaming eyes, “You leave him out of this!”

But the snake man merely closed his eyes, that broad, creepy smirk never leaving his face and he vehemently whips his hand down, grasping Naruto’s upper right arm and nearly crushes it under his fingers.

The blonde emits a yelp and is jerked to closer to the man’s side and Orochimaru leans down and whispers something inaudible in his ear, making Naruto’s red eyes widen in fear.

Fuck! Where the hell were Kiba and everyone?!

Orochimaru smiles at both my restrainer and myself and says, “Kimimaro, get the boy in the car now.”

Naruto struggles again, “Wait—!” but Orochimaru just subdues him again quickly with another hard grab.

When Kimimaro moves, obviously taking me with him is when I finally snap into action. This man had to be purely idiotic if he thought I was going to just willingly go with them. Fighting to wriggle away Kimimaro just strengthens his almost bone-shattering hold on my arms and I cringe in pain, but still manage to thrust my head backwards blindingly, head butting the man’s forehead.

Hearing I grunt behind me, I squirm once more, thinking I was going to be freed from his grasp, but suddenly there’s a sharp blow to the back of my neck that sends my vision sparking to white and back to a haze.

Within a blur I hear Sakura and Kiba’s voice call to Naruto and I, followed by the sound of ear-splitting gunshots. Naruto was the last face I saw, screaming something inaudible to my deafening ears as my vision melts away.


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[Naruto’s POV]

Things were moving so fast at this point I was having a hard time making sense of the happenings.

Sasuke slumps forward into unconsciousness due to the blow at the base of his skull, courtesy of that Kimimaro-bastard and said white-haired man slips an arm under him to keep the brunette from falling on his face. He then swings him forward against his chest, scooping the Uchiha up and over his shoulder like a burlap sack.

My blazing eyes avert suddenly when my ears catch the sounds of Kiba and Sakura shouting to us from down the street. And sure enough did the whole gang, Sakura included coming rushing for Sasuke and I, stopping on the street corner opposite from us.

Jesus fucking Christ I can’t believe they brought Sakura.

Taking quick note to Orochimaru’s threatening grip on my arm and an unconscious Sasuke, Neji and Gaara hastily withdraw their pocketed handguns.

I can hear Neji tell Sakura to get behind him as he props the gun up in his hand.

“So I was right,” Gaara lowly speaks across the street and Kiba jumps up, butting in without hesitation.

“You’d better fucking let them go, or I—” and Neji fastens his hand around Kiba’s upper arm right at the crook of where his elbow is and yanks him back, whispering something calming in his ear.

Orochimaru, scowling now, orders Kimimaro to get Sasuke in the car now and addressed man does so rather silently, Jiroubu thrusting the door open quickly. At the commanded movement, Neji opens fire in the middle of the street, getting some responsive shrieks from inside the café and Sakura, who fearfully ducks behind Kiba and Neji.

With the distraction at hand, knowing exactly what Neji was planning I manage to wrench myself from Orochimaru’s hand and make a bolt for it, ducking around the car only to be stopped by his notorious set of faggot-twins, Sakon and Ukon.

They smile at me devilishly, Sakon asking, “Maa, maa, where ya going, Kyuubi?”

And Ukon merrily, but evilly chimes in, “You’re not going to leave us so soon are ya, Kyuu-chan?”

“Fucking shits,” I hiss jolting to the side, getting them ready for attack. I’m met with a mirror attack of heel kicks and I deftly swoop down, bringing both arms up and hands clasp the back of their ankles and flip the Wonder Twins backward. They rebound off the ground into a handspring, but now there was good distance between us.

I didn’t have my forty-nine on me, which was probably not the smartest move, but hand-to-hand combat was going to have to settle for now.

I catch the car dipping downward out of the corner of my eye and I see Kimimaro none-too-gently toss a lifeless Sasuke into the backseat of the Mercedes.

Sonovabitch…

Bullets ricochet off the pavement before the twins’ feet when they begin to move for me and I meet Gaara’s pale, but harsh gaze.

Man was everyone pissed – but I didn’t really give two shits right now.

Without warning I’m jerked back around the neck, Orochimaru’s crushing force already making me see white and I can feel the cold, harsh metal of a gun’s barrel press hard into my temple.

“Now, now, boys… Let’s stop all this petty fighting, shall we?” And his tongue whips out of his mouth slowly and tastes my sweating cheek, “After all, I’m sure you’d all be devastated if something happened to him or his friend, hm?”

“Fu…cker,” I choke out weakly.

He quickly releases me with a shove up against the car door and I struggle for breath again, waving frantically at everyone to stop. Lifting my hand, I point to my head in a searching gesture and Neji, Gaara, and Kiba all nod in understanding.

Orochimaru angrily hovers over me and presses against my backside, chillingly whispering in my ear, “Let’s go, Naruto-kun.”

I twitch in anger and disgust, shivering away from him and opening the car door in the back, watching the snake-man’s movement.

He looks to his five dumbass minions, Kimimaro aside, and sharply says through a wicked grin, “Take care of them.”

“No—!!” I yell out and Orochimaru forces me into the backseat anyway, nearly shutting the door on my flailing limbs. With a wave of his white-colored hand he ushers Kimimaro to hop into the passenger with him and as soon as he lets himself in, I jump briskly into the front cab. I bring my foot up to kick through the windshield, but there’s a loud bang under me and an incredible pain shoots up through my left leg.

Drops of red flash across my eyes and they shoot open due to the excruciating throbbing that coursed through the lower half of my body. Releasing a wail of hurt I’m forced back by a hard blow to the chest, courtesy of Kimimaro, and tumble into the back cab.

The car sinks when Orochimaru finally boards and I hear him cock back his handgun again and flash white teeth at me malevolently, “Now, no more mischief, Naruto-kun. You’re being far too wild today and I won’t be able to get anything done.”

My eyes flicker from red different shades of purple; to blue and back all over again as I feel my head spin in several circles, fighting to stay conscious.

That bastard… he shot me. He actually fucking shot my leg.

Of course it’s not like I hadn’t been shot before, but you never remember just how painful it fucking is until it happens… again. I feel the back of my head hit the window behind me hard and I struggle forward again, trying to peer out the opposing window to see my gang, but the car had already peeled out unbelievably fast and all I could see was a blur of color.

I sway and I throw my hand down to quickly catch myself and find my fingers tangled in something soft. Red eyes focus to see I had laced myself in Sasuke’s hair and began to shake in fright. His pale skin made him look dead, albeit peacefully dead – if that made any fucking sense.

I freak and scoot to the far side of the car again, trying to put as much distance between the Uchiha and I as physically possible in the small space given. A lower pain pulled me from my fear and I flex along the car. I groan and lean back again, fighting through the pain as best as I could while pressing hands tight against the bleeding spot. Leaning forward to keep my flesh tourniquet in place I see that there’s a growing puddle of crimson liquid pooling out along the beige, carpeted interior of Orochimaru’s Benz.

Hah, take that you fucking, shithead.

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[Neji’s POV]

It was five against three and we had one person behind us to protect. Weapons aside, we were still at the disadvantage, unless of course Gaara snaps.

Speaking of which, I pass pale eyes to the mentioned redhead and he looked as dour as ever, brow puckered forward and eyes nearly slits beyond the dark eye makeup he wore daily, hand still curled precariously around the trigger of his 9mm. If Gaara did happen to rupture through this fight we could guarantee pretty much all five of these fuckers to be dead, but Naruto was the only one that could get Gaara stabilized again and without him we’d be screwed.

Retreat was probably our best option, especially with stupid Sakura here. Damnit, I should have made her stay back at school…

Stupid fucking Naruto! What the hell was he thinking anyway? Getting roped up with someone like him?

How the fuck long has this been going on?

The five that were left behind in Orochimaru’s haste were approaching with cheeky grins of soon to be pleasure. Only because they’ve already analyzed the situation as well, knowing we were clearly outnumbered.

“Neji, it’s been a while, eh?” Kidoumaru sneers, folding his arms haughtily across his torso.

“Hn, unfortunately not long enough,” and his smirk turns to a deep frown at my condescending tone of voice.

“Yea, I guess it is unfortunate for you, Hyuuga cos I’m totally gunna waste ya.”

“I see your mouth is as full of shit as usual,” I scowl deeply, feeling a tic coming on.

Tayuya, Jiroubu, Kidoumaru, and the twins Sakon and Ukon are known as the Otoha Four. Although there are five people total in the gang, Sakon and Ukon make up for one person because their fighting style is identical to that of each other, making mirror movements and fighting as one person instead of two.

Over all, this isn’t the first time we’ve met up with this band.

Lately they’ve gained territory in the southernmost part of town in Konoha and have been trying to cover more provinces, most likely Orochimaru’s influence.

I pass a wayward glance to Gaara who’s putting his gun away quietly, seeing no need to fight. He turns from our rivaling gang, bluntly giving them the cold shoulder and nudges my upper arm with his palm, “We’re leaving.”

I knew what Gaara was hinting at. Each and every one of our cell phones had a GPS tracking device built in. That included Naruto’s, Kiba’s, Gaara’s and my own. Even Sakura’s I think with demands from Naruto.

Gaara wanted to retreat somewhere secluded so we could track Naruto and Sasuke’s location through our GPS system. And that wasn’t going to happen so long as the Idiot Four were here.

There’s a brash movement and a hand on Gaara’s shoulder suddenly, pulling him back, “Not so fast, red.” Green eyes augment unbelievably wide in a fit of uncontrollable rage and Jiroubu’s face became so distorted it was unrecognizable after Gaara’s fist came into contact with it.

With a muffled grunt said fatass skids across the pavement, his already chubby face swelling that much more from the blow and he lies there mumbling and oozing with blood. The other four step back warily as the redhead, fist still clenched, eyes a motionless Jiroubu evilly on the ground. Lifting said bloodied hand his tongue presses against the bruising skin and laps away at the smudged droplets across his split knuckles.

Gray eyes observe Gaara very closely.

He’s already beginning to lose it. This had to stop NOW.

“Kiba,” I yell, “get Gaara, we’re leaving.” Kiba nods to me and I nudge Sakura’s arm gently and whisper, “Let’s go.” Turning with the girl, I glance once more over my shoulder and look the members in their eyes, “We’re leaving. Stop us and I won’t stop him,” and I tip my head in Gaara’s direction. “Take fatass to the hospital before he hemorrhages.”

They move to say something, but Kidoumaru thankfully throws his arm out to halt further movement. I look over at where Kiba and Gaara are and the brunette is cocked over his shoulder slightly, whispering something in his ear. Gaara twitches, closes his eyes and turns away, Kiba looping his arm through Gaara’s.

Once we made it past a block, I made order for everyone to book it, except for Sakura who I firmly instructed to return to school immediately. She protested, but all I had to do was threaten something or another in regard to Naruto, making her stiffen and grudgingly go back.

Once it was just the three of us again, we all made a quick run in for a secluded alley.

Without me needing to tell him, Kiba opens his phone with a flick of his thumb and immediately begins filing through the GPS tracking program. After a few radar-like bleeping and scrolling, Kiba yells, “Found him!”

Gaara and I quickly look up.

“They’re still moving – they’re heading downtown.”

Great, that means they’re ways from here. I lean against the wall, tch’ing loudly in my displeasure and I begin chewing on the end of my thumbnail in thought. After a few minutes to myself I push off, startling Kiba and getting a curious look from Gaara and I speak out, “All right, let’s follow them. We’ll make our move when they stop.”

Kiba nods confidently, not closing his phone and I only get an acknowledging close of Gaara’s eyes and within seconds we all make a break for it.

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END!!
BUT – before you kill me, this is a TWO chapter special! *party ball pop*
So there’s one more chapter! HURRY AND READ IT -- there is LEMMON!!!


…poor Jiroubu D: