Delerium

Author: DarkSyndicate
Title: Delerium
Warnings: Yaoi, lemon(eventually), Light het (Is that a warning now?), Non-con, BDSM(eventually),
Violence, languge, mind control, and alittle bit of an AU, Nicefoxdemon. I think thats all for now
Summary: Four years ago Naruto vanshed from the hidden leaf village, Where did he go? and what
happend to those he left behind?
Authors Notes: Updates might get slower, for I have joined the ranks of the employed. Thats right sports fans, DS got off her ass and got a job. I dont know how its going to effect my updates though, so be forwarned. Also for those actually reading my end of the world drivil. Evil minion studios is proud to present "The Origins of Blair" a bouns fic at the end of this chapter.
On with the fic!
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~Delerium~

Hanging up the phone, Sasuke found himself starring into space, replaying the previous conversation in his mind. Lee had sounded so surprised, when he realized who he was speaking with. Surprised and relieved, it was kind of funny when you thought about it. Sasuke figured he’d feel guilty, for making them worry like that. He’d been fairly clear in his intentions, and seeing as how he wasn’t the type to just sit and contemplate it before doing it, it didn’t take a grand stretch of the imagination to think he was dead already. But for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to feel that way.

“Excuse me, sir, are you finished?” Sasuke was dragged from his thoughts by the anxious voice of a young nurse standing next to him. He must have been exhausted, because he hadn’t noticed her till she spoke. Granted, she had yet to cross the 3ft. barrier, but still. He nodded an affirmative, and then forced his senses outward, becoming more aware of his surroundings.

“Then if you would please follow me, your room is this way.” He pushed his wearied body up from the suddenly, VERY, comfortable chair and gestured for her to lead the way. They walked in silence for a moment or two, before Sasuke realized that this nurse was the one who’d gone in the exam room with Naruto.

“Did Kabuto find anything?” The nurse glanced at him sideways, and Sasuke could tell she was considering her answer carefully.

“I can’t tell you much, I’m afraid, only that he’s in pretty bad shape, but the doctor seemed confident he’d survive. He went in for a minor surgery about ten minutes ago, and he should be in recovery within 2 to 4 hours. Ah, here we are...” She trailed off as they came to a stop in front of a non descript gray metal door, that led to an even more non descript hospital room. There was a bed and a wardrobe but not much else.

“There’s a bathroom with a full shower and toiletries through here-“, she opened a door to the right of the bed, “-if you should feel the need to take one. If you put your clothes in here-“, she gestured to a garment bag hanging on the back of the main door, “someone will be by shortly to pick them up and have them washed in the hospital laundry. There’s a pair of scrubs in the wardrobe you can wear in the meantime. When your clothes are done we’ll put them back in the room, ether on the bed or in the wardrobe. If you get hungry the hospital cafeteria is open twenty four hours a day, feel free to help yourself. Ok, I think that’s it any questions?” She whirled through the room as she spoke, pointing things out and turning down the bed. Sasuke was getting dizzy, trying to keep up with her rapid fire speech patterns and frenzied movements, and blushed hotly at her non-to-subtitle comment about the shower.

“One more thing, my name is Kana, and if you need anything I’ll be at the nurses station for the rest of the night. So please, don’t hesitate to ask.” She turned, preparing to leave.

“Kana-san?” She stopped at the soft sound.

“Yes, Sasuke-san?”

“Why is Naruto in surgery?” In an instant, a pained look flashed across her face before she could stop it. It was fleeting, and her expression quickly returned to the falsely open smile that it held from the moment he saw her standing next to him at nur nurse’s station, but Sasuke caught it anyway. A cold feeling settled in his chest, making his heart beat painfully against his ribcage.

“I can’t tell you that exactly, but, well, shit...” She growled in frustration, stamping her foot and looking extraordinarily irritated. “Look, I could get fired for this, and the only reason I’m doing it is ‘cause you’re his best friend and all. He had some internal bleeding and a lot of tearing and scar tissue in the rectum. That’s where the blood was coming from. We also gave him a transfusion; he lost a lot of blood. That’s why he’s in surgery; the doctor was hoping to reduce the amount of scar tissue, as well as repairing any immediate damage. We don’t know for sure yet, why he passed out, but most likely it was due to blood loss.” Sasuke sat hard on the bed, trying hard to wrap his mind around the facts. He prayed, to every deity he could think of, that ‘tearing and scar tissue’, didn’t mean what he thought it meant. He couldn’t even think it, couldn’t bare to imagine Naruto, HIS Naruto...being...

“I want to see him. I want to see him NOW.” Kana gulped and put herself between the door and the deadly shinobi, knowing full well that her life was now at stake.

“Sasuke-san, I know you want to see him, but you can’t. He’s in surgery, remember?” She managed to choke out. She was shaking under his glare but she was not backing down. His jaw tightened painfully, but he nodded his acquiescent reply before returned to his seated position. He wanted to see Naruto NOW damnit, but these four years had taught him nothing if not patents. He told himself he could wait, at least for a little while. He WOULD see Naruto in the morning, even if it meant taking out the entire ANBU guard. For now, however, he would simply have to content himself with the knowledge that Naruto was ALIVE, and safe, for the moment.

“Good, now listen, if they find out I told you, I WILL loose my job. So don’t tell anyone how you found out, k?” Sasuke blinked at her bubbly attitude. Was it just him, or did this girl just change personalities?

“I know you’re worried and I know it’s hard, but I want you to try and get some rest, k? I’ll have the doctor stop by when he gets done with your friend, so just relax and let us take care of everything, goodnight, Sasuke-kun!” She left the room with a cheery wave, leaving a bewildered Sasuke in her wake, wondering what the hell just happened.
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Lee and Sakura had spent the rest of the night making phone calls, and by dawn the hospital waiting room ended up looking like a way station for migrating vagrants. Iruka had been the first to arrive, he was only half dressed and was demanding to see Naruto before he even managed to clear the hospital doors. Miyoko had heaved a great sigh, suddenly feeling very sorry for her day shift replacement; it was going to be a rough one. She calmly told the frantic Iruka that Naruto was with the doctor, in surgery, and as soon he was out, they would let him know. He protested for a good five minutes, and started to look like he was going to charge in to the O.R. nurses and orderlies be damned, before Kakashi, looking every bit as disheveled as Iruka, appeared in a puff of smoke and escorted the disgruntled chunnin to the waiting room without so much as an inquiry.

One by one, others began to filter in through the hospital doors, including all nine gennins from the chunnin exams, there instructors, families, pets, etc... the owners of the ramen hut, Konohamaru and his lackeys, Jeriya (who’d also been looking for the boy), and finally the Hokage arrived with a parade of ANBU trailing behind her, some of which took up guard at the O.R. door.

So it was no great wonder that Kana was shaking in her boots at the prospect of having to inform the mass of people that only Iruka (as Naruto’s legal guardian), and Kakashi (Technically he was still Naruto’s commanding officer), would be allowed access to the boy until further notice. Hokage-sama, as well, of course, but that went without saying.
God hates me, she thought to her self, I knew it, and now I have it confirmed. She stuck her head in the doorway for the third time before pulling back again. She gave an involuntary shudder when she thought of all those people shooting daggers at her. What I need, she thought, is a patsy. Quickly glancing at the faces in the waiting room once more she spotted Jeriya, who'd been staring at Miyoko’s ass for the past half hour while she tended to the waiting townsfolk. He’ll do just fine, she gave a dark chuckle, and then schooled her features and prepared for her ‘Damsel in Distress’ act.
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Jeriya was the first to notice the pretty young nurse fidgeting nervously in the doorway. Of course, he noticed her BECAUSE she was young and pretty, but that’s beside the point. He watched as she attempted to work up the nerve to say something, laughing softly as she lost it, and went back to fidgeting. Since he could guess what was bothering her, he decided to play ‘The Knight in Shining Armor’ and rescue the poor thing, and if he was lucky, he might actually get her phone number.

“How can I be of help, M’lady?” She looked at him like he was loony, “What I meant to say, was that I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be in some sort of predicament, and I would like to help.”

“Oh!” He could almost see the light bulb turning on over her head. “Well you see, I- “

“Let me guess,” he interrupted, “Only Iruka and Kakashi will be allowed to see Naruto, right? And you’re afraid that telling this crowd that is tantamount to signing your own death warrant, right again?” She nodded, her sweet face showing obvious admiration for his ability to read people. “Well,” he continued, “You’re right, this lot probably WILL riot when they hear that,” She looked crestfallen, “But you don’t need to worry about that. Why don’t you go back to your station, and I’ll let them down easy for you.” She blinked (hardly believing that this guy was really THAT gullible) , and looked immensely relieved for a moment, before remembering her duties.

“Sir, I REALLY appreciate the offer, but I can’t-“ He interrupted her again

“Of course you can, go on now, don’t want to get caught in the crossfire do you?” She looked at her feet for a moment. I can’t BELIEVE he fell for it, I hardly had to say anything!

“Well, better fired then dead I suppose!” she laughed, grinning wickedly and dropping her act. On a sudden thought she turned to him and gave a quick curtsy. “M’lord, I thank you for your kindness, and solute your courage. Good luck and god speed, you’ll need it.” Laughing at the look on his face, she turned on her heel and walked off.

Jeriya stood there, blinking at the empty space she had occupied moments ago. It took him a full thirty seconds to realize that she had played him the whole time he THOUGHT he was playing her. Well, well, he grinned, a prey worth pursuing, eh? Life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
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Sasuke sat bolt upright in bed. The first clean rays of a clear dawn sky doing little to shake the nightmare. That’s all it was, he told himself, a strange nightmare.

~He had found himself in a strange hallway, not knowing where he was or remembering how he had gotten there. It wasn’t anyplace he recognized, that was for sure. And yet, it felt familiar somehow. It wasn’t so much the place as a presents in it. It was dark, but he could see as he made his way forward. The sound of water was constant, running through pipes overhead and dripping into puddles at his feet. He stumbled over cracks in the cement floor and steadied himself, reaching out to one moss covered stone wall. The whole place felt of ruin and decay, and it looked like it could collapse at any moment, but that presents…it made him feel safe. Like nothing could harm him here.

He continued onward, wandering aimlessly, till he found a passage that was lighter than the rest. He followed it, and emerged in to a great hall. The cavernous space looked to be covered in sheets of steel, and not five feet in front of him was a massive bared gate. Beyond the gate was an inky blackness, which not even the best of night vision could hope to see through. He stepped forward, almost in a trance, and put an arm through the bars. Almost immediately a pair of massive red eyes appeared before him followed by a set of incredibly large teeth, which wasted no time in snapping at him. Sasuke leapt back, barley escaping with his arm intact, he pressed himself into the opposite wall didn't dare breath as he staired at the beast before him.

“Hear me, little mortal, for I will warn you only once. He is yours now, for you are the one he has chosen. Take care and treat him well, for if you cause him harm, you will face my wrath and parish.” Having said what it came to say, the beast vanished. It’s growling voice still echoing off the metal walls.

“Wait!” Sasuke called after it, “What do you mean ‘He is yours now’, I don’t understand! Who is mine! What are you talking about?!” With out warning the ground beneath him began to crumble, and he started to fall to the dark below.

“You will understand in time, Uchiha Sasuke, you will understand in time...” It was the last thing he heard before the darkness consumed him~

“‘He is yours now’ just what in the hell is that supposed to mean?” he mumbled to himself as he dressed. Luckily his clothes had been finished; he didn’t relish the idea of walking around in hospital scrubs all day. He opened his door, fully intending to go in search of Naruto, and was rather surprised to find Kabuto on the other side of it his hand still poised to knock.

“Kabuto-“

“Look, before you say anything, I already know Kana told you. Truth be told, that’s why I sent her. We couldn’t tell you anything officially until Hokage-sama signed a release form, and I know that girl couldn’t keep her mouth shut if her life depended on it. So you know most of it, there will be an official meeting, however, in my office, in an hour, and I’d like you to attend. That way you have all the information.” Sasuke nodded, grateful for the fact that he was being kept in the loop.

“Can I see him now?” There was a slight edge in his voice and Kabuto knew it wouldn’t be long before he just stopped asking.

“Not yet, Sasuke listen to me, I’m still not sure why, but we can’t wake him. I don’t want to say ‘Coma’ just yet but-Damnit Sasuke! Put me DOWN!” Sasuke had picked him up by his jacket and had him in a hold against the wall.

“Take me to him. NOW.” Sasuke had a hand around his throat, and was squeezing with as much force as he could without actually hurting him.

“Sasuke,” Kabuto choked, “I understand how you feel, really I do, but if you don’t get yourself under control, RIGHT NOW, you’ll find yselfself sitting at home with an armed guard so fast it’ll make your head spin.” Sasuke tightened his grip slightly, gauging Kabuto’s reactions, before releasing him abruptly, letting him fall to his feet.

“Sasuke, just be patent. You can see him after our meeting. In the meantime go get some food in you, before Miyoko has you signed in for malnutrition, and for god’s sake go find Sakura and let her know you’re okay. She’s been pestering Kana about you, and I think she’s about to snap. Is any of this getting through or are you going to keep trying to glare me into a gooey puddle?” Sasuke, who hadn’t even realized he was glaring, blushed lightly before nodding.

“Good, now that being said, is there anything else you wanted to talk to me about?”
Sasuke suddenly wanted to tell him about his dream. Very badly, in fact, it was right there on the tip of his tongue to do so, but at the last minute he hesitated and shook his head.

“No? Well then if you’ll excuse me, I have to go prepare. One hour, my office. And Sasuke, don’t go looking for trouble, okay?”

Well, that was thinly veiled. Don’t go looking for trouble...don’t go looking for Naruto.
He sighed as his stomach gave a loud gurgling protest at its empty state, and he went in search of food. As he left his room, his thoughts inevitably returned to Naruto. He thought about what Kana had told him, about the tearing and the scar tissue, and he thought about the beasts warning. Naruto and the beast, the beast and Naruto, the two thoughts alternated before melding into one. And as the two ran parallel in his mind, something clicked, and it made a terrifying kind of sense.

The Beast...Kyubi.

He is yours now...

-TBC-
Evil…It’s not just a motto, it’s a way of life.

~End of the World~
Sarah: *currently sitting on her ass watching Cthulhu devour the souls of the unworthy* Hey Blair?
Blair: What minion.
Sarah: How’d you get to be an evil minion?
Blair: I’m NOT a minion, you idiot. I’m the goddess of Porn, kink, and the overall torture of the unwary masses.
Sarah: Oh, well how did you get to be that?
Blair: Haven’t I already told you?
Sarah: Yeah, but I forgot.
Blair: You ARE a moron. Ok, ONE MORE TIME…
~Ok kiddies! This is DS here to tell you that you now get a bonus fic! It was written by my best friend and beta Sam Uri. It has nothing to do with Naruto sadly, but if your nice maybe she’ll write a Sasunaru fic! So without further ado, I give you “The Origins Of Blair”~

Walkbrisbriskly past the sign that reads, “Only three books per subject can be checked out at time”, Blair rolls her cart to a stop. A long shift, only half over, she found solace in letting her mind wander to more pleasant thoughts. Unconsciously, her mouth began to voice the obscene song dancing through her head, she being completely unaware that she was singing aloud. “Scooby Dooby Doo where are you…”. Patrons in the surrounding stacks stopped their meaningless searches to peer through the gaps in the bookshelves, trying to find the source.
Heaven forbid someone piss off the librarian, for she will part the waters of paper to destroy the defiler of absolute silence. Naturally, patrons did not care if the singing continued; they only wanted to be a first hand witness to the Armageddon that was inevitable. Blair, unaware to the undo attention, didn’t miss a beat, “We’ve got some work to do now/ Scooby Dooby Doo we need some help from you now…”.
In the next aisle, a loyal patron was directly across from Blair’s position. Both perplexed and revolted by the childish song, she in particular leaned forward, blonde hair shading her eyes from view. This noise was like a siren’s song and with the close proximity to the speaker awakened an alien sensation in this woman. She raised her hands to tentatively rest on a stack of tattered books and with a speed previously unknown to her, shoved the books through her shelf onto the opposite, but adjoining shelf. Instead of the clamor of hard bound books on cold steel, a sickly crunch of impact on the bone silences the offending blabber. The cheap crap carpet muffled the fall of body, but couldn’t hide the faint odor of blood. Blonde hair parted to see her handiwork. Completely satisfied, she strolled out of the library with five books on the same subject.
*****
St. Peter: Let’s see here. *flips through a massive book, hardly reading pages*
St. Peter: Ah, looks like you get to go to Hell.
Blair: *completely confused* Uh…am I’m dead?
St. Peter: What, did that Art History book take out you last two brain cells? Yes you are dead. But here is your chance to redeem yourself. Do you know why you are going to Hell?
Blair: No.
St. Peter: Not a clue?
Blair: No. Should I?
St. Peter: I’ll give you a hint. It’s not because you sang the “Scooby Doo” theme song with only half the lyrics and off-key. No, no, we stopped sending people to eternal damnation for that, thank you very much, fucking liberals! Oh no, now we have to be softies on those pansy-assed…in my day I had to walk five miles in the snow uphill naked both ways…*ranting turns into muttering*
Blair: Then why am I going to Hell?
St. Peter: Isn’t it obvious? You have to go to Hell for the ultimate sin.
Blair: *glances left and right* Sounds bad, what is it?
St. Peter: For changing the lyrics to the Oompa Loompa song.
Blair: Oh that.
*****
Oompa Loompa
Do-pity do.
You’ve got a bitch slap commin’ to you
Oompa Loompa
Do-pity de.
You’ve got another one commin’ for free
[Author’s note: To most people, this song is completely random and bizarre. You will startle people by randomly singing this song even if you use the original lyrics. By the time you hit the 3rd line, some people will either be shocked and horrified or will burst into laughter.]
~End of the World~
Sarah: OH YEAH! I remember that bookshelf...
Blair: What?
Sarah: Oh, nothing, heheheh…*running fingers through her blond hair*