Good Boy Meets Bad Boy

Good Boy Meets Bad Boy


Author’s Note: WARNING there is NCS [non consensual sex otherwise known as rape] in this chapter. If you do NOT like any form of NCS/rape please skip this chapter. Thanks~

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Chapter 18

Calling Me, Killing Me

[Naruto’s POV]

I dozed on and off through the agonizing pain in my leg. I had managed before I blacked out the first time, to tie a temporary tourniquet using torn fabric from my school blazer. It stopped the bleeding and that’s all that mattered despite the immensely growing pain.

But I knew in time, maybe another hour or so [give or take] my leg would heal.

I opened drugged eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed again and take a long, sweeping look over at a still unconscious Uchiha. Sasuke didn’t look like he’d be waking up anytime soon. That blow to his skull was proving to have been done correct. Kimimaro struck hard at the right place to have knocked him out cold for this long.

I knew what Orochimaru had in store for me, so I prayed that Sasuke would stay unconscious through it.

Of course what I feared the most is what Orochimaru planned to do with Sasuke since he was dragging the Uchiha with us.

I shouldn’t have let my guard down like that and I berate myself for it inwardly till my brain deflated. Orochimaru knew I had ties to the Uchiha the way I freaked out about him following me. If I had kept it cool, Sasuke would still be back with the gang, not here, unconscious with me in the back of Orochimaru’s Benz.

God only knows what that freak-bastard will do to him…

I groan and let my head hit the window again, lolling back and forth drunkenly from the loss of blood, that much to my luck had drained all over the cream-colored interior of the snake-bastard’s 56 million yen car.

After another fifteen minutes of nodding off the engine rumbles to a quiet sleep and the keys jingle as they’re pulled out of the ignition. I can hear Orochimaru say something to Kimimaro up front about fetching Sasuke from the back seat and I squirm uncomfortably, not liking what awaits me in that warehouse we parked in front of.

We were just two blocks from the asylum. Orochimaru takes me either there or here to conduct business of all sorts, or any of his “colleagues” for that matter.

Under normal circumstances I might’ve been able to book it, but I had two major dead weights holding me back: an unconscious Sasuke and a shot leg.

I wasn’t going anywhere for a while…

The car door next to me opens and Kimimaro juts the upper half of his body inside, scooping up a lifeless Sasuke and carefully drags him out of the back cab. He pauses for a moment then and fixes me with a cold stare, void of emotion and I just give him one right back, red eyes matching with aquamarine hues.

Bastard. What the fuck are you looking at?

The scars on my cheeks began to throb along with the mind-numbing pain of my leg.

I hear the latch on my door click and I nearly tumble out from having most of my body weight propped against it. I’m staring into the slit yellow eyes of Orochimaru as he leers down at me malevolently, obviously greatly anticipating my torture. My tired eyes just fix a glare at him instead, refusing to show my growing weakness.

“Let’s go then, shall we? Naruto-kun?” And the grin on his face makes my stomach churn.

Feeling ridiculously sick now, Orochimaru just tugs me out of the car by the nook of my arm where I jar my injured leg up protectively. He chuckles nastily at my actions and I scowl, infuriated at the snake bastard and hiss something incoherent.

Orochimaru’s nice enough to help keep my balance in tact, letting me walk with ease with my weight supported mostly around his waist. But I suppose he was only doing this because I was going to endure worse later.

As I weakly hobble onward through the gated warehouse I take a look over at Sasuke, who was now being carried bridal style by Kimimaro and still thankfully out like a light.

I chance some words then with Orochimaru; “You’re not… going to do anything to him, are you?” My voice is laced with concern, but still heavy with pain.

Addressed man gives me a throaty chuckle and just tenses his grip around my waist in a lewd way, tickling up my side and whispers over my head, “Now what makes you think I would,” he pauses thoughtfully, “do something?” And then moves his hand around and rests over the right side of my ass.

Painfully I grip his side close and he smiles broadly. Bastard! He’s doing this on purpose. He stopped holding me up so I have to cling to him like some pervert to keep my leg off the ground!

The door to the warehouse clatters upwards loudly, disappearing into the overhead hatch and I finally wrench myself from the bastard only making myself stumble and fall to the ground. I made sure to roll onto my good side.

Once inside the door rumbles close again, sealing us in a poorly lit room where Orochimaru just maniacally grins at me and looks to Kimimaro, ordering, “Tie the boy to the chair – that one, right there,” and makes a nodding gesture to a chair nearby in the center of the spacey room.

Kimimaro does so soundlessly, setting the still knocked out Uchiha in the chair. He props his body upwards with one arm and withdraws a set of cast iron shackles.

My eyes widen in surprise, but at the same time my brow furrows downward in query. I watch as Kimimaro fastens the shackles to Sasuke’s wrists crooked around the back of the chair to keep him in place. He’s balanced precariously now against the back to prevent falling forward and another, identical, though more worn pair of shackles were placed around the boy’s ankles. Though it would be difficult, if his ankles weren’t cuffed he could still manage to run even with his arms bound to a chair. But now it would be impossible for Sasuke to leave.

I could feel my gut wretch again with the paranoia of Orochimaru having fun with Sasuke too.

Once Kimimaro has finished his task Orochimaru tells him to go find Kabuto, or something of the sort… Kabuto is his right-hand man with even authority over Kimimaro and Otoha Four. In other words, he’s Orochimaru’s bitch.

I’m honestly too tired to get up off the floor when I hear Orochimaru tell me to. I instead mutter, “Fuck off,” and now [if it weren’t for my leg] would be a good time to run like hell.

Orochimaru’s on me in seconds, grabbing locks of my hair and yanks me off the floor not minding the shriek that suddenly wrenches from my throat. I’m quick to raise my bad leg to keep weight off, but from the pulling momentum I had from Orochimaru I ended up stomping on it to keep from falling on my face. I restrain the next yelp I felt coming, my teeth gritting so hard I thought they would crack.

He grips my hair tighter, jerking my head up so I had to look at him and he sneers, “What did I tell you about resisting me, boy?” I grunt as he twists my hair harder. “You know it only makes your situation worse because you know how much I like it when you fight it.”

His tongue slips out and licks up my sweating cheek again; tasting me, he smiles lustfully.

“Kiss me,” he dryly commands. Fighting him still I twist away and only put myself through more pain as he tugs roughly on the locks that were seconds from tearing. Point proven enough at who had the upper hand I give in and try to stand on the toes of my good leg and fail, stumbling against him. Seeing my struggle, Orochimaru compensates and just cranes his head downward, locking lips with me tightly, sealing my air shut for a few alarmed seconds.

The tip of his lengthy tongue begins to probe against my taut lips in my resistance and I give way to him, opening my mouth for his greedy exploration. The wet muscle glides over every inch, every crevice of my mouth and moans at my sudden responsiveness.

If I give the bastard what he wants then he’ll let me go. That’s how it works.

He pulls away, nipping my bottom lip as he does so and likes the way I flinch under the gesture. The man releases me and begins to rip away at my school blazer impatiently, hating the fact that clothing was always such a hassle. I cling to him desperately, sweating from the growing pain in my left leg.

I squeeze my eyes shut and softly pant in hopes of dulling my concentration on the wound beneath me.

Goddamn it hurt so fucking bad!

The upper half of my body is suddenly lighter as the blazer’s finally removed and haphazardly chucked somewhere off to the side. I didn’t pay attention to where it landed, I only noticed it was no longer on me and that Orochimaru was already making quick removal of my shirt. He undoes half the buttons, sliding the garment down one shoulder and delicately presses his lips there as if trying to be gentle. After a few swift kisses he suddenly sinks his teeth into my flesh in the junction between my shoulder and neck and I respond with a loud screech.

It wasn’t one of those teasing nips or playful bites. Hell no. He fucking bit me, like a goddamn vampire!

I could feel the skin pop under the pressure of his canines where they sunk in and a sudden warmth pooled there. I grimace hurtfully as he sucks the spot hard and releases the hold, lapping the blood up that oozed out. He looks over my contorted face huskily and licks his lips before kissing me again. He brought that copper taste into my mouth; the taste of my own blood overwhelmed my senses and I felt sick again. I gag and force the muscle out of my mouth and he just captures my wrists tight, holding me against him fiercely. Kissing me hard again he lets go of one of my wrists for a free hand to roam my body.

As he begins to rip the rest of the buttons off, I pull away fast, gasping for breath and manage to tiredly croak out, “S-stop it!”

“Why?” Orochimaru darkly questions, “you let me do it all the time.”

I wrench myself from him and he counters with a whipping kick to my solar plexus. I fall to my knees, the pain in my leg momentarily forgotten about as I now fought to breathe properly. I felt like I inhaled a thousand needles.

Guard let down Orochimaru’s on me in seconds again, tearing relentlessly at my clothing. There are strips of fabric loosely hanging from my thin arms where the bastard had torn them mercilessly. Holes and tears are evident in the garment of my pants as a result of my struggle to get away from my tormentor.

There’s a raspy chuckle over my head as he pauses his ministrations and he says to me, “Now, now, Naruto-kun. Don’t you grow tiresome of this repetitive game you play? I know that leg must hurt?” His heel swiftly comes down on my shin, stomping the bullet wound with a crushing force. My eyes augment and I scream.

While I lay trembling in pain, tears forced to my eyes he finishes ripping my of my pants, leaving the ragged cloth that used to be a button-up shirt on my torso. I can feel the blood pump back out of my leg again from the reopened wound and drip quietly to the floor under me.

When I feel my boxers begin to slide off my hips I twist again despite my suffering and he just laughs knowingly again. “Do you always resist so much when you’re with…your customers?” In taunting, Orochimaru flashes another fanged and devilish grin to me in the iron hold he now has on my body. "Because whenever we're together, you do nothing but fight me. Then again," he whispers close to my face, "there are times when you come to me, begging to be touched; begging to be loved. Little slut."

"Shutup" I yell, offended, “I do NOT, you asshole!”

His lips twitch in a conniving smirk and he crushes his foot onto my shin once more. I try not to, but I yell again. When my screaming dies down after a minute or two, as I desperately fight myself from sobbing, Orochimaru moves again.

I cringe, trembling in panic and pain as Orochimaru yanks me off the cement floor again. Sitting back, the man had new plans me and he used one hand to unfasten his pants. He tugged the fabric down low enough for me to meet, greet, and recognize my duties.

“N-no—no!!” I struggle again, fighting against the larger man as best as I can.

“Surely you should know better than to try and fight me.” A wicked grin marks his face in dominance. Fighting him was only proving to be useless and tiring, and in the end would only make me more vulnerable than I already was. My head moves when Orochimaru tugs on a lock of my blonde hair in a coerce manner.

His lust was evident.

The man had one hand holding his full arousal, fingers loosely moving it so it already began leaking with sub-lubrication. He brashly pulls me down closer and I try to quickly maneuver my face away, but was jerked back with a secure wrap of his hand in my hair.

Damn...

My dispirited blue eyes look up at him, pleading soundlessly for him to stop; yet I still wanted to fight him. I flinch a tad upon feeling Orochimaru smear the pre-mature fluids across my bruises and bleeding lips and then traces the tip of his erection across my cheek. I close my eyes to seal off the awful sight. Trapped, I could do nothing but submit to him no matter how repulsive and painful it was to do so. I realized at this point I might go unscathed so long as I obeyed, that is, other than the fucking bullet in my leg.

This isn’t the first time he’s raped me, or forced me to do things against my will. But he was right. There are times I go to him, but it’s never for sex. I can't help it. As much as I needed him sometimes, I utterly hate this man.

Though reluctant at first I timidly accept the full length of Orochimaru’s warmth into the swollen cavern of my mouth. Pulling my lips off the member gingerly with suctioned pressure, Orochimaru answers eagerly with a lowing sound at the feeling of hot breath along his shaft. The pink muscle flicked teasingly at the cleft on the underside of Orochimaru’s erection, causing the man to buck his hips dominantly at me and press on for more.

I hesitate, but only because I felt like puking and the snake bastard becomes incredibly impatient with my idling because he wrenches me forward by my locks of hair again and forces his way between my lips. I choke on him as he begins a steady rhythm in my mouth.

As he fucks my mouth I seriously consider biting him in half, but the more I weighed my options I decided I really didn’t want my jaw broken because that’s what happened the last time. And having Gaara, Kiba, and Neji [I’m not mentioning Sai because that’s too embarrassing to remember] feed you through a straw is NOT fun.

So instead I just decide to concentrate on breathing and not focus on what’s stabbing the back of my throat.

Orochimaru doesn’t necessarily do this for his own sexual release, but merely to see what kind of reactions he can get out of me. And when he doesn’t get the reaction he’s looking for he rips himself from my throat and leaves me gasping in a puddle of my own saliva.

He picks me up by the shreds of clothing that used to be my collar and spins me around, still on my hands and knees – albeit barely – so I’m facing a still passed out Sasuke. I grimace and try not to look at him shackled to the chair.

Orochimaru tucks himself back in and leaves me helpless on the floor, striding over to the just as helpless boy in front of me. I twitch in sudden fear and worry of what that bastard was planning as he walks around the chair-bound boy. He picks up Sasuke’s dead weight chin and grins over his shoulder right at me with his sick, yellow eyes and tastes his cheek in taunting.

“S-stop it!” I yell in fury, twisting across the floor as best as I could to get to them. “Leave him alone, you fucking sicko!” But he just gives me this evil grin and tilts Sasuke’s head even more to capture his lips within his and as he got centimeters, breathing across the boy’s pale skin I shriek, “STOP!”

He chuckles at me dryly, “My, my Naruto-kun, you seem to have quite an attachment to this boy?” And he takes a deep breath into Sasuke’s hair, “Tell me, why is that?”

I feel every hair stand on end in an indescribable anger. “Get the fuck away from him!”

Finally Orochimaru just flashes me this grin and obediently steps away from the Uchiha, letting his head hang again in his sleep. Cooling, but not relaxed I murmur, “He has… nothing to do with this.”

“Hm?” He leers down at me curiously and wanders behind me, stating blatantly, “You never cared about innocents before, only yourself. Tell me, why has that changed all of the sudden?”

“It hasn’t!” I bark in frustration.

“That’s not true, now is it?” And he purposely taps at my injured leg with the toe of his shoe. I hiss from the back of my throat in displeasure and Orochimaru drops to his knees stealthily. Hovering over me, his body ghosts across mine, hands roaming over every twist and curve of my figure and his fingers latch on either side of my pelvic region, lifting precariously there so the lower half of my body rises off the floor.

I freak and try to kick away from him, “GET OFF!” But he drops his knee onto my left calf, digging the bone into the fleshy muscle there and the pain makes me cry like a baby.

“Shh,” Orochimaru hisses in my ear, “don’t want to wake the other boy, now do we, Naruto-kun?” His words make my eyes widen and my body freeze all over into a mind-numbing state. He whispers, “I’m sure you don’t want him to see, do you? What I’m about to do to you, that is.”

Knowing I’m fucked – pun aside – my head drops to the cold floor and lies there like a lead weight as Orochimaru angles my body to his pleasing.

Of course I can’t help but jerk away again when I feel cold, wet fingers slide between the contours of my ass, tickling sensitive areas that sparked a warmth between my legs. “Fuck – stop! STOP!” I yell out and then cry when sharp nails dig into my hip to keep me still. I hear Orochimaru try to quiet me again as he slips one finger with ease inside of me, but the texture burned anyway and I still ended up whimpering.

I hear a groan and not of my own, or that of Orochimaru’s even as he began feeling my insides, but instead it came from somewhere in front of me.

My eyes bug out, still level with the floor beneath me as I hear the sound of chains clinking.

Sasuke!

Eyes quickly sweep up to him and his head is lolling from side to side, struggling to wake up, as I’m sure the pain from that previous blow was probably flooding in like a bad hangover.

“I told you not to scream,” Orochimaru teases darkly and pushes another finger inside of me. I bite my lip, but end up forcing out a struggled gasp anyway and I claw helplessly at the floor. It hurt and felt good at the same time and I could feel my stupid dick getting hard at the ministrations.

I didn’t want this – I didn’t want Sasuke to see this!!

I look back up to the Uchiha and he’s not looking at me at the moment, but around briefly, looking in and out of it, half-dazed as if he were in a drunken stupor. After a few seconds of not being able to recognize his surroundings did his eyes blink and widen in realization. His shoulders jerk forward and his legs try to kick out, making the chains rattle again and the chair suddenly tips slightly, telling him he was stuck. Sasuke freaks for a moment, struggling wildly in the chair and then looks down suddenly, seeing me there, wide-eyed… helpless, and half-naked.

“NO!” I screech when Orochimaru’s scissoring fingers rip out of me and then grab like talons onto my poor excuse of a shirt and begin to tear the rest of it off. “No, stop!!”

“Na…ru…to?” Sasuke murmurs in fear, confusion, wide eyes boring holes through me and my current battle. Orochimaru shreds the last piece of cloth, leaving me totally sweating, bleeding, and nude on the cold floor, crawling for my life before Sasuke.

I look up at him desperately just as that snake-bastard grabs a hold on my hips and jerks me backward, “Sasuke!! Don’t – don’t look!! DON’T LOOK! Look away!!” I cry out painfully, Orochimaru grabbing a hold of his arousal and pushes hastily at my swollen entrance.

It was only the head and it was already burning. Orochimaru flashes a white grin that I could not see at me and inches his way inside. A chill ran between my thighs that made me shiver in pleasure and pain and that was when I realize after a few more moments of slow pushing that Orochimaru was only half-submerged within me. I felt like I was being split in half. There’s a tickling warmth that ran down each of my thighs and I came to the realization I was bleeding.

Finally the snake bastard could take no more of my warmth and just shoves the rest of himself inside of me, my bleeding entrance swallowing him whole. He answers happily with a hiss of pleasure, kneading like a cat into my hips. When I scream bloody murder Sasuke’s eyes squeeze shut and he looks away from the horrific scene before him.

Clawing miserably at the floor as he pumps himself within me I feel the tears finally spill down my cheeks. Red eyes flicker and meet with Sasuke’s coal-colored hues, finding his gaze to be locked within mine as I sob like a baby.

“Don’t watch, you bastard!!” I screech at the Uchiha in mortification, but when he tries to look away his head is suddenly grasped within two pale, but strong hands and is fastened in place.

Silvery locks tickle Sasuke’s cheeks and I thought it was Kimimaro, but I duck my head again, dizzy from blood loss and exhaustion.

“If you close your eyes, I’ll break your neck,” comes a bone-chilling voice ghosting across the Uchiha’s ear that I recognized to be Kabuto’s, Orochimaru’s bitch that was I talking about earlier.

That fucking bastard! He’s going to make Sasuke watch!

I struggle under Orochimaru and he throws himself over my back, pinning my wrists effectively to the floor as I try to crawl away again, and I scratch helplessly at the cement again. He’s got a wild, but steady rhythm against me, his skin loudly slapping against mine as he periodically picks up the pace.

Finally he angles himself right and hits an enjoyable spot within me and I had to do everything in my power not to give him the pleasure of hearing me moan.

I try to look up at Sasuke again; I only briefly met his frightened gaze when my head’s slammed into the concrete. The torrents of pain tugged back on me like a million hands trying to pull me into the floor. My mind sways and eyes close for a minute, then open and become half-lidded in a dizzying state of nausea. With one hand tightly clamped on the back and top of my head, Orochimaru viciously shoves my upper torso to the floor hard and pins me there.

Orochimaru lets out a throaty moan and then a deep residing chuckle to follow as he resumed his wild thrusting, fucking me literally senseless. I just sobbed on the floor, wracked with my tears and screaming every time he drove inside, hitting me deep; too deep. Now it was beyond a pleasurable point and it just plain, fucking hurt. That spot, my prostate, was bruised now, swollen and tender and he just hit it over and over again, laughing. And when the maniacal laughter slowed I knew he was reaching his climax. After a few more minutes, a deep primal groan emits from him and his sways died down to a stop. He smiles that evil smile and wrenches himself from inside of me, ripping me once more and leaves me to crumble in a naked heap on the floor.

I was quiet, holding back everything within me not to explode.

This was no different from any other fucking time. The only thing different was that Sasuke was here. But that didn’t matter… It’s not like the Uchiha cared about me anyway. He was undoubtedly scared shitless and more or less repulsed by this point, but it wouldn’t change anything between us. Hell, there wasn’t anything between us to begin with.

Sasuke was quiet too and he sat there trembling, hissing between his teeth because he was too scared to properly open his mouth and breathe. Kabuto had long released him, knowing it was over and that he couldn’t move or go anywhere anyway and had retreated to Orochimaru’s side, helping gather the man’s bearings that had been discarded on the floor.

I shivered, eyes ducked and watching my breath roll across the cold floor. Sasuke… saw everything.

Orochimaru hovers over me briefly and I can feel his simpering around my ear as he whispers, “I’ll be back for you, later, Naruto-kun…”

That was going to be that bastard’s mistake.

After a few minutes of silence grew over us, Orochimaru and Kabuto vanished temporarily from inside the warehouse and into another room in the far back and I hear Sasuke twitch in his throat, struggling to speak.

“Na… Naruto.”

I don’t look up at him. I don’t respond at all – I don’t even give him so much as a hint that I heard him call out to me. I just continue to lie there.

But he just calls my name out again softly, desperately, “Naruto…”

I wanted him to stop. Just to shut up and leave me the fuck alone! Why couldn’t he look away and pretend I just wasn’t fucking here?!

And that’s when I realized, by the time he said my name for the third time I was crying. I watch the damp drops of my tears hit the floor an inch from my face.

Where the fuck… were Neji and them, goddamnit?!

Assholes… they should have BEEN here by now!

“Na—”

“SHUTUP!” I finally burst out; yelling at Sasuke like everything was his fucking fault though I know with or without the Uchiha getting involved my outcome would have still been the same. “Just shut the fuck up, Sasuke! Leave me alone, just stop fucking talking, god! Why the fuck are you here?! Why did you follow me?!” I was screaming now like a goddamn little girl, but I was so fired up I couldn’t control the words coming out of my mouth. “Sonovabitch, I fucking hate you!”

Sasuke freezes, not saying a single word even after several minutes of me panting my frustration. I open eyes I hadn’t realized I closed and deep, blue optics look straight into the brunette’s dark ones.

“I told you… This wasn’t any of your concern. You’re… you’re a fucking idiot, Sasuke!” And the Uchiha looks shocked as the tears come spilling down my face AGAIN. “Don’t you fucking understand what’s happening?! You could’ve ended up like me!”

And if Neji and everyone didn’t fucking get here, he still could end up like I did. Of course I don’t say that.

“Did you like what you saw?!”

Sasuke glares at me, but looks like he’s going to cry.

“DID YOU?!”

“Shut the fuck up, Naruto!” He shouts at me in rage. He suddenly wrenches, fighting and struggling with all his might in his shackle-bound chair. He tugs and tugs with every bit of strength he obtained and to no avail obviously…

He stops and slumps listlessly, ducking his head down at the floor at his feet and I can’t see his eyes from under his bangs. Suddenly his shoulders twitch and he hiccups lightly and that’s when I become conscious of the tears falling into his lap.

I was bewildered; dumbfounded at the Uchiha suddenly crying in front of me.

“You… you think I wanted to see that?!” Sasuke shrieks at me, eyes squeezed shut as the tears just poured out. “You just shutup, you fucking prick!” Glassy eyes finally open to look out at me and Sasuke strains his jaw tight, grimacing painfully at me, hunched forward over himself as if trying to reach out. “I’m… I’m so sorry… Naruto.”

I felt stupid and weak as I duck out of his gaze quickly, even under the circumstances my face still got heated.

Sasuke and I both flinch at the sound of gunshots and glass breaking. We had to duck our heads at the tinkling bits of glass from the upper windows on the side of the warehouse as they fall around us. It became clear that our much-needed help has finally arrived.

And sure enough Gaara, Kiba, and Neji come flying through the now broken windows, landing carefully and rolling across the ground to gently break their fall. Still wielding fully loaded handguns, I hear, “Naruto!” from Neji, and “Sasuke!” from Kiba.

All three once they reached us processed what had happened in seconds and Neji and Gaara were immediately assisting me in my dressing and Kiba takes a quick step back from the chair Sasuke sat in and holds up his arm precariously, “Don’t move an inch, Sasu-chan!” And the brunette obeys, squeezing his eyes shut as every muscle tenses in his body to be still and Kiba fires off two, precise rounds at the chains of his shackles. Freed, Sasuke wrenches himself from the chair quickly, and takes off.

Just as Neji drapes my blazer over my naked shoulders am I nearly tackled to the floor as Sasuke throws his arms over me, embracing me tight and buries his face into my neck, sobbing like a little girl. I’m startled, but I don’t move and instead I only feel my own tears prick my eyes and burn my nose again. A single tear leaks down my cheek and I push Sasuke away, mumbling, “…gotta get out of here.”

Orochimaru, Kimimaro and Kabuto all come rushing out at the sounds of the previous gunshots just as Neji hefts me into his back and yells, “GO!”

Gaara and Kiba fall behind us as Neji keeps a firm hold of me and pushes Sasuke up through the window first. Sasuke carefully balances there on the edge and helps ease me through until I’m out and then Neji follows suit. There’s a few more rounds fired off inside and out pops Gaara and Kiba in seconds, scrambling as quickly as they could and yell for the car.

A fiery red Camero screeches to a stop in front of us that I could only recognize to be Shikamaru’s and we all cram inside just as Kabuto comes flying out of the steadily raising door of the warehouse and nosily fires off rounds. Shika crams the accelerator as hard as he can into the floor of the car; burning out his tires as he loudly peels out of the abandoned parking lot, save for Orochimaru’s car.

When I couldn’t hear gunfire I finally relax, struggling to get my pants at least back on with help from Gaara. They all made note to the gunshot wound on my leg, but made quiet observation that it was already healing.

“It’ll… pop out later,” I assure Sasuke when he gives me an estranged look. Only Gaara, Neji, and Kiba properly understood what I meant by that.

I crane my head to the side, flexing against the soft interior and Shika vaguely asks something about what happened and Neji begins a short explanation, but I’m not conscious long enough to hear it all.

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KOMG END!! Well, of the chapter anyway DX;
Well YEA it was lemmon, sorry it was NCS *dodges bricks*
But at least we got to see a REALLY soft side of Naruto right? And hence does the relationship between Naruto and Sasuke build! *fist pump*
Please R & R it is much appreciated!!