Before Death

Chapter two

A/N:: Whee! But Secks! Anyways, I am far too amused with this particular fic for my own good. >< My other fics are all collecting dust somewhere. Nuuuuuu! I am becoming a Narutard! -dodges blunt objects thrown at head.- I am most likely going to pair Shika and Chouji because honestly, I think it is an adorable pairing. -sniggles- I am not sure yet. ^^ What do y’all think? Anywho, there is a bunch of stuff in this chappie. I am thinking about brickin the whole First person POV because I can’t write as fast in it and that pisses me off. Lot’s of Uke-chan angst in this one, some more fun in Naru land, and a swig of Lemonade for those who are dyin’ of thirst. Onward!


It wasn’t very often that I was permitted such peaceful moments. At one point in my life I cherished such moments and relished the wonderful silence. Now, I hate them. I hate them almost more then I hate him. This lingering, unsettled silence that seeps into my consciousness slowly like some kind of slug, only to bury itself permanently within me. Why in the hell did my so called sensei feel the need to do this to me? I should be out training to become stronger so that Itachi’s death will come all the closer. But no. ‘You have the rest of the week free for resting and meditation, Sasuke-kun. Enjoy my little gift.’ In other words the asshole just wanted to leave me behind while he slithers off to fuck up my life even more. Not that it matters anyway. I mean, at this point I don’t even have a life.

I am amazed at how my mental vocabulary has managed to sink so damn low. See, there I went, adding in unnecessary curse words. AGAIN. I blame that stupid four eyed bitch, Kabuto and those fucking vitamins he keeps making me choke down. Well, actually it is that moron’s fault…Naruto. Once again I can feel my own depression weighing down on my shoulders and my eyes close against the daylight in favor of blissful darkness. I would not be such a fucking poorly spoken person if it weren’t for him and his retarded sentence structures and statements. He is such a dumbass. My mouth tastes like blood. Fuck! Once again I have managed to bite down too hard without realizing it. And once again I am reminded that Naruto brings only pain.

Outwardly, I am sure that I am not revealing the sadness that I am suddenly feeling at the thought of him. I shouldn’t even be thinking about that stupid ass! Itachi is the only thing that matters! But…I miss fighting with that loud mouthed little shit. I miss his stupid orange outfit and that ridiculous hair of his. I even miss his terrible eating habits and the way he gets pissed off so easily. I know that my eyes are glazing over now and thankfully my long hair hides a good deal of my face. Is it sad that even though I am resigned to my fate that I cannot help but remain caught up in a life that is now over? I suppose that you are finding this all funny. Hell, if I were you, I would have already told me to shut the hell up. But, I can’t stop…wishing. I can’t stop wanting things to be different. They were actually a good thing, you know? That annoying, pink haired, stalker, the perverted, manipulative, sensei, and most importantly…Naruto.

It’s funny, but I miss them so god damned much that it hurts. And even after nearly three years I can’t make it stop hurting. But…soon I won’t hurt anymore. Soon I will not be and my revenge will happen. My lifelong mission will be complete and I will finally be free to join my family. Perhaps then I will gain my father’s approval. Perhaps then I won’t be called Itachi’s little brother…Perhaps.

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Sleep was such a wonderful thing, especially after using so much chakra in one instant. Calling upon the energy of his tenant always had that sort of effect on the unconscious male who was currently coiling himself into a ball that looked more like a rumpled bed monster then anything else. His breathing was deep and methodic. His nearly shoulder length hair fell into his peaceful face making him look once again like the innocent child he once had been. The loud mouthed little brat who was far more ignorant than should be possible and who delighted in the simplest of things. These days, to see such an unguarded expression on the blonde was rare and usually very short lived. True, Naruto was not like the Uchiha in that he could not (would not) deny his emotions. However, he was just as masterful, if not more so, at hiding said emotions. It often worried the tall figure that gaze down at the sleeping boy. Naruto was steadily drawing deeper inside of himself, pushing the world and its inhabitants further away. He was planning something big. A soft and slightly frustrated sigh escaped the white haired man’s lips and those black eyes of his softened. To think that he had become so fond of the brat. Jiraiya was not one to allow himself to become entangled with others unless said others were paid females with long legs and a set of nice floatation devices.

How in the world had he slipped up? Oh now he remembered. The kid was almost identical to another student of his. Yondaime was probably laughing his ass off at how easily his son had thwarted the hermit’s wander lust. Naruto mumbled something in his sleep and the Sanin tilted his head slightly to catch to words. A sad smile curved his lips and he sighed once again.

Sa…uke…
The kid had a one track mind apparently. That was what worried the Sanin the most, however. Ever since Sasuke’s disappearance, the blonde had become devoted entirely to retrieving the Uchiha, even going as far as to harness greater amounts of Kyuubi’s strength. It was killing him. It was killing them all. Jiraiya knew that Naruto had been conversing more frequently with the fox, and he also knew that the blonde had been pushing his body beyond its limitations. That much chakra was not meant to move through such a body. On his own, the kid had far more chakra then most, boasting enough power to even rival Jiraiya himself. Adding onto that the unlimited energy of Kyuubi was kind of like taking a bonfire and dumping ten truck loads of gasoline onto it all at once. Unfortunately, it had severe consequences to Naruto’s body. Of course, there was a way to fix that problem, but Jiraiya was still very reluctant to teach it to the other.

Okikurimi was a jutsu that very few were capable of learning and even those who learned the thing often could not wield it without suffering severely. Typically, if one had a contract with one of the animal gods, they could bind themselves entirely to said deity. However, this technique often resulted in the user losing a huge part of themselves or even worse, everything. Jiraiya himself had never attempted the technique for he had no desire to share a form with the Toad boss of all people. He looked appraisingly at his sleeping student. Naruto already shared a body with the nine tails and he was stubborn enough to rival anything. Perhaps he would consider teaching the kid sometime in the future. But, judging by the sounds of the restless ninja outside of the small room, he would have to ponder this later.

“Oi! Naruto! Wake up.” Jiraiya commanded firmly, earning nothing more then a soft whine in response. A wicked gleam lit the man’s features and he leaned in close with a lecherous smirk.

“Sasuke is standing in here and he’s completely naked.” He murmured with a snicker. Three things occurred very quickly in the wake of that simple statement. One, Naruto shot from the bed faster then the Sanin could track, his form disheveled and his paper dress fanning out about his lean form as he looked about frantically. Two, an equally frantic looking pink haired female followed by a blonde female burst into the room. And three, Jiraiya found his ears ringing loudly to the point of him becoming nearly deaf. Perhaps that wasn’t the wisest of ideas.

“WHERE!? Where is he!?” Naruto all but roared at the Sanin, his hands clutching at Jiraiya’s vest as he looked up at the white haired man’s face pleadingly.

“Ah, I can’t hear you!” The man replied while rubbing his ear frantically. The blonde’s features then quickly contorted into anger and the Sanin was not surprised to see a flash of red in the kid’s eyes.

“You bastard!!” Naruto yelled in his rage and struck out at Jiraiya violently only to have his fist caught.

“Calm down. We needed you awake, Naruto.” The hermit deposited the fuming boy on the bed only to find himself being pounded on by two pissed off girls.

“Knock it off.” Came the dark and yet frighteningly calm voice of Kakashi as he entered the room along with two others in tow. The silver haired man was rarely so serious and it had the others rather unnerved. Especially a certain blonde. Without another word, Kakashi strode over to loom menacingly over Naruto’s froze form, and slowly, one of his hands rose to lift the head band from its usually slanted position on his brow. This was not the lazy, perverted, and generally pleasant teacher that Naruto had known for so long. It was instead, Kakashi, the Copy Ninja. A bloodied Sharigan eye fixed upon the blonde dangerously, causing him to back into the headboard away from the man.

“Neji, Lee stand by the window to keep our little friend from running off and watch for any listeners. Sakura, Ino, keep an eye on the door. Yamato stood passively at the Jounin’s side, his arms folded over his chest. His “scary face” was nowhere in sight, which was never a good sign. Even Jiraiya appeared serious for once. Naruto wished for once that the ground would come and swallow him whole.

“Naruto… you will state very clearly where you went to last night and for what purpose. You will not lie to me and you will not with hold information. This is a matter that will not be joked about. Sasuke’s deflection from Konoha is a serious matter that has the possibility of effecting the village and the Hokage would agree.” Kakashi began, the black spheres in his eyes rotating slowly as he zoomed in on the other’s face carefully. Naruto’s hands clenched around the blankets of the bed, his wide blue eyes filling with dread. But, there was no point in postponing things. He knew what he had done was somewhat foolish and that they would be very upset with him. However, there was no going back now.

“Fine.” The blonde stated softly, his posture moving slightly straighter. He sighed deeply and allowed the confidence that usually came from Kyuubi to fill him. His eyes turned a reddish hue, but not the bloodied shade that marked his full connection with Kyuubi’s chakra. Everyone in the room tensed further at the change. Naruto locked his gaze on Kakashi and with a grim frown on his lips he began.

“I left the hospital last night sometime after my last checkup for the evening, leaving behind a clone in my place. Then I moved from the village undetected and activated a great deal of my energy so that I could seek out Uchiha Itachi.” This of course brought about collective yelps and gasps of surprise from many of the room’s inhabitants. “As it is known to some of you, Itachi has been trying to get his hands on me for a few years now. “

“Naruto, why would Itachi be after you?” Came the question from a concerned Ino. Naruto’s reddened eyes slid to her tense form at his side and she could have sworn that she could feel something encircling her, something dark.

“Because I have something that he wants very much and I am unwilling to give it to him so easily.” The male replied after a moment of contemplating what he should tell her. He was really not in the mood to open up the whole Kyuubi can of worms. At least not yet. She seemed a bit put off by the response and his glare, but did not voice anything about it. He was her Captain after all. Although, he was acting far differently from his usual idiotic self. In fact, he was almost frightening.

“I found he and his partner Kisame on the outer border of Fire country and Wind. I was able to reach them in a matter of hours and they did not detect my presence until I was on top of them.” He cast a knowing look to Jiraiya who seemed slightly relieved. The white haired sanin had been hiding the teen from the world using a special jutsu that all but wiped Naruto from existence.

“After locating my target and securing the area of any threat I engaged in negotiations with Akatsuki. We can not afford to lose any time trying to retrieve Sasuke from Orochimaru. Doing so would forfeit his life and give Orochimaru a stronger, more capable body. So, after coming to an agreement with Itachi and his partner I used a great deal of my own strength to return home and hide myself once again from them.” Naruto finished, waiting patiently for the firing to begin.

“YOU WHAT!?” Came the first volley from Sakura.

“Are you a complete moron!?” Was the second round from Neji.

“Brat! I told you not to do something stupid!” Jiraiya added with his own shots at the blonde who cringed slightly.

Lee and Ino seemed slightly confused and looked between the enraged ninja and Naruto silently. Yamato seemed so angry that he didn’t seem capable of speech. But Kakashi was not finished.

“ What deal did you make with them, Naruto?” The Copy nin asked dangerously, his hands fisting at his sides. It was then that Naruto’s eyes flickered back into that deep blue shade and sorrow seeped into his features.

“They will assist us in retrieving Sasuke and in destroying Orochimaru and his organization.” Naruto began hesitantly, refusing to meet the other’s gaze.

“In return for what?” Came Yamato’s soft question. The blonde slowly raised his eyes to focus on the man who had spoken and with an expression that appeared lifeless and drained he spoke.

“Me.”

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Desperate mouths clashed together hungrily, moans freeing themselves from the two lovers. Slightly calloused hands moved over flawlessly tanned skin and muscles twitched and flexed beneath the touch, bringing a small smirk to the other’s lips that were still being assaulted by the squirming male beneath him. Nails dug deeply into pale flesh and a shudder shot through the dark haired male. He could feel the thin ribbons of blood trailing down his back from the small wounds that those nails had inflicted. It was only slightly painful and more then anything else it excited him, sent fire coiling through him wildly like some untamable serpent. Sweat collected on their faces and bare skin, casting them both in an iridescent sheen in the flickering lights of the stars and moon overhead. How they had gotten here was beyond the dark haired male’s comprehension, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t. The only thing that mattered was the writhing body beneath him.

“Saaaasuke.” Came the strained voice that he found himself craving as they pulled apart for air. Sasuke panted as he stared down into brilliant blue orbs that watched him with something that he assumed was a mixture of desire, joy, and adoration. The Uchiha traced the boy’s face lightly with his fingertips, lingering for a moment on the three whisker like lines that were etched into the boy’s cheek. He was so beautiful. Wildly disheveled spikes of blonde fell about his rounded face attractively, his full lips parted in panting breathes.

“Nh…Naruto.” The raven murmured before kissing the male again, their hips moving against each other demandingly as he drew the blonde ever closer.

A laugh suddenly broke through his ecstasy and Sasuke jerked awake roughly, his black eyes focusing on none other then his Master’s smirking face that peered down at him in amusement. Anger shot through the boy dangerously and he rose from his bed to stand at the older man’s level.

“What?” He asked darkly.

“Mmn, Oh nothing, Sasuke-kun…I was just wondering who you were dreaming of that would draw such wonderfully erotic sounds from you…” Orochimaru purred, running his tongue seductively over his lips, his golden eyes filled with lust. Sasuke wanted to puke.

“Hn.” The raven haired male merely turned his gaze away, folding his arms over his chest firmly. “It doesn’t matter.”

With that, the flustered boy left the room to escape his master’s lecherous gaze. A delighted laugh filled the spacious bedroom as the dark Sanin watched his student retreat.

Of all of the things for him to dream of… Since when did Naruto give him wet dreams? Sasuke was pissed. He was not gay, was not straight, was not interested in ANYTHING. And yet…as he made his way to the training room to work off his frustration the raven felt an undeniable urge to find his best friend and screw him into the ground. Why hadn’t he killed the moron a long time ago?

A/N:: I hope you kids enjoyed this one. ^^ R&R please!