Dreams in Autumn

OK. first of all, how cum none of ya.... ooops.. stop, rewind, play again. Ok. First of all, how COME ^_^' none of ya are reviewing? HUH?... oh well, i just hope you guys like this story, it's got a different angle than Dreams had, but hopefully i don't confuse you later- you'll understand when it happens. NEwayz, let's get on with the show.

a/n: Sasuke is adopted and using a different name, it'll be repeated later in this chapter but just to give you a warning. i had a flamer.. GAWD! i had received a flamer... NO! i had gotten FLAME male... i give up... i got a really bad comment about it last time so now i'm editing it

Sasuke: Freudian Slip much?

midnight: ).)whistles what are you talking about?

Sasuke: Nevermind... just start with the story will ya?

midnight: alltight... T_T god i'm hopeless...

Sasuke: Now that she's crying in a dark corner somewhere i'll say it for her...ahem. On with the story.


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Never Lose Face

Alex 'Sasuke' Ouimet sighed for the umpteenth time. His brother was being an ass again. Thank God he was adopted and didn't have to worry about the dysfunction to be passed down to his children. If he even cared enough to have kids. As it were, his brother drove his rather very expensive Porsche to school. Rolling in Alex’s mind are some dangerous stuff. One of the lesser thoughts were: 'Why the hell is this dipshit driving his Porsche to school?' But what did he care. His car would probably be stolen within the first ten minutes of school.

"So, any hot girlies go to your school or what?" Yes, Jesse was being an ass, and a perverted one at that. "Or do you only check out the guys?" he teased.

"Shut up Jesse." was Alex’s only reply. The brunette teen turned his head away from his brother and looked out the window to the passing street. Deep midnight hair shielded his face from view. His makeup was applied, thick, black eyeliner, white powder was not necessary for his natural complexion. A little pomade graced his hair, only at the ends so the fine hair wouldn't look too much like down. "You know I'm not gay."

"Oh, so you only dress like this because...." silence "Little brother, your a pain."

There, he said it. He doesn't know why, but he hates it when Jesse talks like that. Like he, Alex, is of no use to anyone. Something buried deep told him that his brother, his real brother, had treated him the same way. He hated not knowing his family. It would give him names and faces to curse for leaving him alone.

"Whatever, listen, don't go causing trouble today. I don't want to have to deal with your attitude today. This is my first day at a new school, I don't want a bad reputation." Jesse parked the car in the teachers’ parking lot while scanning the courtyard to the school while talking to his brother. Alex smirked.

"Right. So you don't want everyone knowing that you sucked some guy off, huh?"

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He was used to it; the abuse. He knew he deserved it. Once again there was that haunted feeling of being used to getting hit in the jaw because he let his mouth run. He knew his face was already bruised. He didn't care. He took his seat in the middle of the class. Being an outcast of the outcast said something right? At least this way, especially with the way he dresses, people won't have to talk to him.

"Good morning class." the principle walked in. What was she doing here? She was a tall blonde who was abusive on the alcohol and gambling after hours. Also she never bothered to cover up all of her cleavage that left the whole male population loving her and the female population trying to ‘be’ her. "Mr. Hatake had been transferred to another department. Sorry to disappoint you all. I will be taking his place until your new Japanese teacher arrives. Now, let's begin."

So Mr. Hatake was transferred, or rather, he was probably fired from this class. That lame bastard never did anything with them. He had only slept or read some dirty novel while his class did their own thing. What was up with that habit of his? Surely nobody was that enraptured with a sleezy novel. Hell, it was probably one of those books you can get for a dollar at the local car wash or something. Oh well. He didn't really appreciate the man anyway. The way he lectured Alex on missing papers annoyed him.

He leaned back in his desk, turned up his i-Pod and listened to Beethoven's Midnight Sonatra. Nobody would ever believe him if he told them he would rather listen to Classical music than the metal works of Marilyn Manson[1] on most days. He had one earphone in, hidden behind his hair, no one would be able to tell he wasn't paying attention to class.

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"Welcome to America Mr..." the foreigns clerk looked at the Japanese man's I.D. "Uzumaki. Take this card and show this to the ticket lady over there."

"Arigato." The man replied. Now all he had to do was find his husband in this large city. Thank the heavens he already knew where the high school they were going to be teaching at was.

"Welcome to America.."

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Baggy black jeans, the type you would zip on the pant legs to make them longer, black skater shoes, his favorite, Etnies, a large shirt, when he could barely pass to wear mediums. He had never even bothered to pull back his hair. That was his outfit for the infamous physical education class. You know, the one he had with his brother so the daft prick could tease him relentlessly with the rest of the boys. This class was also where the infamous ‘Hater Game’ was played: Dodge ball- the most horrible sport given to man, in Alex’s opinion. It wasn't that he couldn't dodge the rubber balls, it was that he was always the target, even though, some days, he could take out the whole team. Today though, he just dodged. His brother wasn't worth the time.

"Tweeeeet!" The whistle blew. "Alright class, gather 'round."

Their P.E. teacher and coach of the legendary soccer team instructed the fighting to stop. But did it really? As soon as the teacher's back was turned Alex was hit in the ass with a ball. He turned around and saw that it was his brother who threw the ball.

"Alright, so, as most of you are on the soccer team I thought that I should introduce you to our new assistant coach and your new math teacher. Please welcome Mr. Nara-Uzumaki." Alex thought that he would die. Not only do they get another teacher for Japanese, but they have a new math teacher and a soccer assistant coach as well? How tiresome, or as his Mr. Hatake had taught him, ‘mendokuse’. He thought that there had been enough surprises for that day. And by the looks of it, the two men were either related somehow or they were involved in homosexual relationships. Or in other words, they were gay husbands.

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His brother and new friends were going to be here for a while. And with their parents gone on a date, there was nothing Alex could do to keep them quiet as he practiced yoga. Sure he dressed up in black, intimidating clothes and listened to Avenged Sevenfold, The Beast and the Harlot on occasion. But Alaxander ‘Sasuke’ Ouimet[2] was a devoted yoga practitioner. The soothing melodies of trickling water and calming tink’s of Taiwanese brass kept his focus.

In the other room, Alex's brother and two friends weren't having all that much fun smashing cars in an old but good Twisted Metal 3 game on the all but ancient Play Station console. Something had to be done about their boredom.

"Hey Jess," one in particular asked. He was the Captain of the Soccer team of course, if you were anyone with eyes you couldn’t only tell by his large C sitting ontop of his Varsity jacket, but from the impressive news coverage that the John F. Kennedy High School got. "is your brother gay or what?"

Jesse's head snapped up from the t.v. "Dunno, why?"

"We were just wondering if he likes it up the ass. ‘Cause I feel like raping the poor fuck." Jon, the captain, was serious. Jesse was for sure that these guys would not violate somebody like that. But hell, what did he care, right? It wasn't like Alex had stuck up for him when their parents got in their mood again. And he definitely didn't care that he looked up to Alex when their mother was in a bad way with a worse 'client', Psychiatrists would get stalked and Alex would be kind enough to convince the confused fucks that they were actually three year old girls who loved barbies after he was done with them.

"Yeah, which one is his room?" the other friend asked. Jon dropped the game control and stood up with his other friend, Jesse followed. Inside his head were ways of explaining why he had allowed this. Or ways to stop this... yet he was a coward.. and he hoped that Alex would beat them back.

Alex was lying face down on his bed half naked. His oversized black shorts were low on his hips, exposing most of his very large tattoo. Two wings sprouted from the inside of his shoulder blades. The beautiful arch of the wings rolled over his shoulders and flowed down his back, one wing wrapping around his side and to the front where it disappeared underneath the belt and ended at the inside of his hip bone. The other wing traveled down the same route, except it was created a little longer and graced his right thigh. Of course the soccer captain knew this, being in the same locker room with the guy gave you those sights that no one else would see.

Alex was in a peaceful sleep when he was roused by two strong hands flipping him over. He scarcely remembered locking his door before starting his yoga. Jesse must've found the spare key again. What were they planning on doing? Beating him up, embarrassing him? What? It wasn't until Jon reached for his belt buckle that he realized what the other boy wanted. He was going to take him, by force if he didn't fight. So he struggled. He bucked his hips and took a swing at Jon. The boy was floored, just because Alex was skinny didn't mean that he had no muscle mass. Hell, some of the best yoga masters were skinny as hell yet stronger than most men who worked out. Alex was no exception. He threw himself off of the bed and onto Jon. The other boy, Alex didn't know his name, wrapped his arms around his waist and threw him back on the bed.

"Jesse, hold his arms." Jon savagely pulled down Alex's trunks and straddled his slim hips. Jesse didn't move. The two brother's made eye contact. "JESSE!"

Alex wrapped his legs around Jon and pulled him closer to his body. He leaned up and whispered into Jon's ear. "Leave him outta this. I'll do what you want just leave him outta this."

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So there he was... being raped by two of the most unattractive boys on the soccer team. His brother had left, Alex knew that Jesse was crying.. just because he was the eldest didn't necessarily mean he was the strongest. They had loved each other so much, experimentations and natural male curiosity had brought these two together. Their arguing and bickering caused by Jesse's haughtiness and Alex's pride.
"Yeah that's right.. you like this don't you bitch." Alex wasn't sure if Jon talked like this all the time... hell he wasn't even sure if Jon knew he was actually raping a boy and not a girl. As it were, Jon had come early because of the way Alex was fighting the instinctual jerks of pain and the whimpers of defeat. The other boy was next... Alex could barely believe that the second boy was actually bigger than Jon.
"Oh Hell NO!" Alex screamed. He heard the door slam open right before he was ready to finally fight. What he saw made him proud. Jesse stood there with their father's cop issued Barretta cocked and loaded (please excuse the pun ^_^). Eyes red and adrenaline rushing through his veins Jesse stood there ready to defend his younger brother.
The two boys stood there, glued to the spot. Their pants down and cocks rapidly shrinking in fear.. hahaha.
"Jesse... what the..."
"Get. Away. From. My. Brother." the brave, arrogant prince to the rescue ground out.
"Alright.. alright man, we'll leave. Just don't shoot." they pulled up their pants and quickly lit out of the room as if their ass' were on fire. Which Alex would have loved to see.
After the two had left both brothers stayed in their spots.. Alex trying to adjust to the amount of pain he felt, and Jesse trying to calm himself from the adrenaline rush. Manson's Decoy Ops playing quietly in the background.
"Ya alright, Sasuke?" Alex smiled... he was using his real name a sure sign of love and trust.
"'M okay. Ass hurts though." The tears that were there from the moment of forced penetration had dried up and left his mascara to run down his cheeks. Jesse blinked and remembered their first time about as forceful as this but in the end it was good for both of them.
"You still look damn irresistible with your mascara running." The blond brother said. He moved to help Alex further into the bed and covered him up.
"Yeah right... your a sicko." the brunette said with mirth. He leaned up and kissed his elder with an open mouth. "Thanks for helping me Jess."
"No prob loser." even though the forced disgust at unlawful incest kept them apart, their concern never left them. "I better put dad's gun away before he shoots me."
With that Jesse quietly shut the door to put the gun back in the safe that was never locked. Neither of them knew what would happen tomorrow at school. But neither really cared.. they would just mention the word 'court' and Jon and his buddy in crime would shut tighter than the alchoholics closet.
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It was another dream... same as the others but varied in different ways. Always the same two people. A brunet laid in his arms as he laid in the others'. They loved each other, caring, holding, touching and professing. Why were these dreams coming to him like this?
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"Little sleep last night Mr. Ouimet?" their new Japanese teacher asked with surprisingly good english coming from the foriegn man. He was a handsome man, blond hair, blue almond shaped eyes, and a very nice bod. Mr. Uzumaki's attire was also very nice. Unlike the rest of the teachers, Uzumaki-sensei wore a tie and shiny black shoes.
"None of your business." Alex replied coldly. Truth was, he didn't have a good rest last night because of the dreams he kept having. He suffered insomnia to avoid the dreams all together. The bell rang and everyone gathered their things to leave the class.
"Don't forget, three pages on mythical lands of the Japanese culture is due tomorrow." Naruto had the last laugh. True because of the prank pulled on him earlier. He really should have seen it coming. That cup of water barely balancing on the top of the propped open door. He had yet to find the perpetrator, but he had a feeling that the young exhausted Ouimet knew who it was.
Alex gathered his book bag and placed his headphones into his ears. Today was Pink Spiders. He bobbed his head to the smooth beat as the American candidate for 'Today's Bi-Shounen Artists' sang into his ears.
Something mythical, something Japanese. Well, Alex could always start on the dream he's had, the dream is somewhat like what they've read about in the texts.
"Sasuke." Alex turned around.
^_^_^_^_^_^
"My name is Alex." The dark haired boy said to the all too familiar teacher.
"Of course it is, but your real name is Sasuke isn’t it? You remind me so much of someone I once knew." the Uzumaki had a distant look in his eyes, haunting and lonely. Sasuke, no, Alex's heart string was pulled. "Anyways, I'm hoping to hear something fun from you. Hatake-sensei and I are friends, he had told me about you. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have to write."
"Whatever." and if possible, Alex turned his headphones up higher.
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Okay, so just because Jesse had stuck up for him a coupla days ago, and because they loved, get it right now...lovED, each other, did not mean that Alex wouldn’t still be the main target in the barbaric sport of dodge ball. So there he was, dodging and returning the little rubber balls. Soon though, he was the only one left. A plan was conceived then put into plan. The door opened and in walked in the math teacher/assistant soccer coach.
Sasuke ran around picking up the little red and gold balls and placing them strategically around his half of the gym. There were none left but his seven balls. (sorry, have to laugh…. Hah, okay, continuing)
"Come on Alex. Waddya gonna do?" his brother yelled. Even he didn't know what his brother was planning.
One by one, Sasuke kicked each ball straight at one of their targets bodies. Each time he aimed for their stomachs. Like flies, they were falling. He enjoyed having that strength and power to eliminate his enemy.
A flash of memory he knew couldn't be flitted through his mind. Varius knives and throwing stars were placed and ready to be released.
A return from one of the band kids on the opposite side woke him up from his reverie. He caught it and launched it at his brother, the last man standing. Thwak, he was down. He had won.
Shikamaru stood off to the side smiling and shaking his head. "Mr. Ouimet." another foriegner who sounded fluent in english... good for them!
"No, not you Jesse, Sasuke, isn’t it?" The coach walked up to the young, panting student. "I wonder, why don't you play soccer... you would be great."
Sasuke, no nonono, Alex, snorted and shook his head and walked away.
"I hope to see you at try-outs." the shadow stretched and tried to reach, but could not touch... he was hurt, but knew he still had time.
“My name’s Alex by the way.” Sasuke yelled from halfway across the gym.
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In the locker room, Alex leaned up against the cool stone wall and panted with confusion and exhaustion. Why was he referring himself as Sasuke lately, when all his adopted life he’d been Alex? Who was this Sasuke that they knew? What was he about, what did he do, when was he alive.... the internet was a great place to find that out.
And so, Sasuke had his mission... no Alex... or is it Sasuke?
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