Just another day in paradise

Chapter 3 - Akatsuki

3-Akatsuki
I do not own any of it.

A/N Chip'n dales is a club in Los Vegas that caters to woman’s desires. Can we say beefcake?
Yes I Can.
I will post a warning if there is a rape thing in that chapter.
Wow, i did not think this story would be so popular. I thought it would be shoved in a corner and forgotten like it was on media miner. Anyway, this is the last chapter that was published on that site. From here on out it's going to be updated slower since i still have to write the chapters.

On with the story.
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Somehow, Sasuke managed to get Naruto down the trash filled stairs to the trash filled lobby without dropping him in to the copious amounts of trash. Naruto was still doped up and barely conscious, alternating between fighting him and clutching to him like a beaten puppy. Somehow, he had found a not so disgusting place near the not-there-door into the lobby, to set Naruto down.


The blond slumped over with a pained groan and the raven haired fool who had unwittingly tried to do his good deed for the year, crouched next to him, holding him up to keep him from falling in to a pile of the oh-so-abundant trash.


The quilt he had wrapped Naruto up in, fell off his shoulder, exposing the white tee shirt and the tan flesh of his arm. Sasuke quickly pulled the threadbare blanket back over the shoulder. It was fall and beginning to get cold. Of course, the fact that the door was not there and that they were facing the wind did not help.


Naruto was clutching to him, arms wrapped around his waist and face buried into his chest. A small blush appeared on Sasuke’s pale face as he held on to Naruto as they waited the arrival of the cab. He did not know what he would do if someone saw them like this. Committing seppuku because of embarrassment was high on the list of possibilities though.


It did not take long before a sleek black Mercedes pulled up in front of the building. It looked out of place and Sasuke was sure that if he did not hurry, Zabuza would have to use the gun stored under the front seat to protect himself from car-jackers.


Grabbing the blond around the waist and slinging one of the blonde’s arms around his shoulders, Sasuke hoisted him up. He hurriedly, half carried half dragged the doped up teen to the waiting car.


Opening the door, he wrestled Naruto in the seat and went around to let himself in the other side.


He breathed a sigh of relief when the car started to pull away from the worn down building. He then noticed the disturbingly increasing number of shady characters that had started out for the car. They were drawn like moths to the light.


“So you’re Uchiha Sasuke.”


Snapping his attention to the driver, he now noticed that it wasn’t Zabuza.


“No worries, Zabuza had a family emergency, so I’m covering for him.”


Grunting at his own slip up and showing his surprise, Sasuke looked down at the form curling up on the seat. The car was much warmer than the lobby had been, but still the blond teen was shivering. Naruto whimpered and started groping around for something. Not wanting to even remotely act like he gave a damn about someone else, he ignored the blonde’s actions.


“Is your friend Okay?”


“Shut up and drive.”


Sasuke heard the snort from the driver. Not looking at Naruto, he gently pulled the blonde’s hand over to his leg. The whimpering stopped and Naruto grabbed onto Sasuke’s pant leg, right above the knee.


‘I do not care about him. Nobody should have rats chewing on them, that’s all.’


He could not explain why his hand had gone to Naruto’s shoulder though, or why it was rubbing little circles.


After what seemed to be forever, the car pulled up to the Uchiha family estate. The driver pulled far enough up so that Sasuke could lean out the window and punch his code in the key panel to open the iron gate that blocked the driveway from unwanted guests.


The gate opened without a sound and the car started past the manicured lawn and perfect flowerbeds. The car finally pulled up to the front of the huge house. The house was as old as the city of Konoha and was kept in perfect shape. The hedges that ran along the front were trimmed to perfection, the flowers all blooming in the large planters. The porch did not have a spec of dirt on it. It was perfect.


Sasuke hated it.


As soon as the cab stopped, Sasuke jumped out and went to the other side to retrieve Naruto. In the moments he had left him, the blond had already started to whimper. As quick as he could, Sasuke got Naruto out of the cab.


“Add this to our bill.”


“Yes, sir.”


Sasuke saw the driver mouth the word ‘jerk’ before he drove off.


Once again, slinging one of the doped up teens arms around his shoulders and sliding his own around his waist, Sasuke walked Naruto into his house.


The foyer was tiled in marble and had antique vases filled with flowers lining the walls. Moving through the room, Sasuke escorted Naruto through a side opening that led to a beautiful curving staircase. Up the stairs and through a richly decorated arched doorway, Sasuke brought the oblivious blond in to one of the many guest rooms.


The room was colored in autumn tones, rusts and oranges. For some reason, this room always reminded him of Naruto. The bed was a large oak four poster that had a rusty colored comforter highlighted with gold needlework and matching pillows. There was an oak desk that matched the oak bed and an oak chair as well. The curtains were a burnt orange with deep red designs and they matched the deep red carpets that had orange accents. His mother really outdid herself when she got with the interior decorators to do the guest rooms.


Sasuke got Naruto onto the bed and darted to the kitchen. Martha, the head house keeper/cook, had left a note with instructions on where to find his dinner. Dismissing the thought of food at the moment, the raven haired teen rummaged through the drawers until he found the one that held the bandages. Having two kids that practiced karate meant that there was always supplies kept on hand. Grabbing as many as he could hold with the bottle of peroxide, Sasuke returned to the blond he had left upstairs.


Naruto screamed when the cool cloth touched his face. It felt like his skin had caught on fire and he jerked away as best as he could. He heard the curse’s and felt the hands trying to pull him back. Fighting as fiercely as his still drug clouded mind and body could, he felt the warn form next to him get up.


As soon as the weight was gone, Naruto curled up shivering. He was cold now that the old quilt had been pulled away. He reached out for the blanket blindly, only to encounter a cool hand that stopped him. Opening his eyes and trying to focus them, he saw the dark form standing next to the bed.


He froze. Not moving except for the shivers of fear that coursed through him.


“Damn it, dobe. I know it fucking hurts but you don’t want those bites to become infected.”


Naruto slowly allowed his tensed up body to relax. It was not them. Not the men who had hurt him, but Sasuke. He did not know why Sasuke was here or where here was for that matter, but it was Sasuke. So the worst he could expect was being punched.


The blond tried to sit up but was unable to. The pain in his stomach was too much and the rest of him did not feel too great either. Sasuke had to grab the teens arm to help him. The dark haired teen sat next to Naruto on the bed and doused the washcloth in his hand with peroxide.


“This will hurt.”


The blond grunted at the icy tone and Sasuke placed the cool yet burning cloth to his face. The blond winced and gasped at the fiery sensation. When Sasuke removed the clothe he quickly placed a bandage over all three of the cuts on Naruto’s cheek.


“That’s the last of them.”


Glancing over to the bedside clock, Sasuke snorted. It had taken over an hour to clean and bandage up Naruto. He still hadn’t even gotten to clean the bites on his own arms.


“Where am I?”


Naruto sounded strange and Sasuke looked back over to the blond.


“You’re at my house.”


The dobe made a stupid ‘oh’ face with Sasuke turning to attend to his own battle scars.
Sasuke doused the wash cloth with peroxide again and put the wet clothe to his own pale flesh, hissing at the painful sting as it killed all the germs in the rat bites.


Getting the band-aid on was difficult because the bite was about three inches above the back side of his elbow. And no matter how he tried, he could not see the wound to put the band-aid on.


“Sasuke?”


“What!”


The raven haired teen was pissed. He was losing to a band-aid. Naruto wobbled over and put the stupid thing on him.


“Can I go home now?”


Sasuke stared in disbelief at the blond.


“You want to go back to that?”


“I can’t stay here forever, so I’ll have to go back.”


The fact of the matter was that even though his apartment was nowhere as nice as this place, it was still his. It was still comfortingly the way he remembered it. The new surroundings were throwing him off and making him nervous, even though they were much, much nicer.


“I just killed the largest rat ever in your apartment and you want to go back. You ungrateful shit.”


Naruto balled his fists at his sides and glared at Sasuke.


“I didn’t ask for your help, Uchiha!”


“Because you’re to stupid too know you need it.”


“Bastard!”


“Dunce!”


Naruto meant to stalk passed the ice prick and managed to take three steps before the room started to swim together. The reds and oranges swirled, making the familiar puke color. Even though Naruto was quite sure he was not moving, the room spun around him making him dizzy.


Sasuke caught Naruto as he fell and got him to a wastebasket in time for him to throw up in it. Though there was nothing left for Naruto to puke up, his stomach refused to believe it and kept trying.


As Naruto sat, dry hurling on the floor, Sasuke went through the medications he had brought with them. Scrutinizing the labels, he opened the bottle labeled ‘For nausea and vomiting’, and removed a large green pill.


‘What kind of a moron makes a pill to stop vomiting? The person will just puke it up.’


Rolling the bottle in his hand, he saw the other half of the label. ‘Dissolve in 1 cup water.’

Grunting in annoyance, Sasuke filled the cup from the bathroom with the prescribed amount of water and plunked the pill in it, watching as the water started to bubble.
Growling, he went to the dobe’s side.


“Here.”


He thrust the cup into the tan hands.


Naruto was between heaves at the moment and took a cautious sip.


“All of it.”


Sasuke grabbed the cup and tipped it up, forcing Naruto to drink the concoction. The blond gagged, but managed. Sasuke snatched the cup away before Naruto could throw it at him. Naruto stayed gasping on the floor, one hand to his mouth, just incase he started to puke. Sasuke refilled the cup with water and grabbed two other pill bottles; One marked pain killer, the other sedative.


He read the directions on the bottles twice to make sure he was not missing anything and removed the pills from their containers. A blue and pink pill and a purple one. Kneeling next to the blond, the raven haired teen offered the pills and the glass of water.


Naruto popped the pills in his mouth without hesitation and took a long swig of the water.


“You will stay the night.”


Naruto could only glare at the Uchiha as he sat on the floor. Sasuke grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Pulling the covers off the mattress back, he pushed Naruto on the bed.


“Just the night dobe. I don’t want to drag your sorry ass all the way across town twice in one day.”


“Bastard.”


The will to fight the arrogant, egoistical, and demanding Uchiha was diminishing as his eyelids drooped. The drugs were kicking in and the blond curled up and pulled the soft, warm covers over him, allowing the lull of the drugs in pushing him into dream land.


Sasuke ate his dinner in silence in the kitchen. His homework was spread out around him, but he wasn’t really concentrating on it. Naruto had a point. He could not stay here forever. Eventually, his parents would come home, and his mother would not even let him have a puppy, let alone a loud mouth dobe.


But damn, there had to be laws against places like Fox tower.


Forgetting about his homework, the raven haired teen went up the ornate staircase, listening to the echoes his footsteps made. There should be laws against places like this as well. Honestly, who needed 10 bedrooms? There was only him, his brother, mom, and dad who lived here. And they did not need the huge mansion. And they were never here anyway, but rather always off doing something. A cruise in the Mediterranean sea, trips to Aspen in the winter, not to mention that they also had to stop by all of the branches of the family business that spread out over 15 states and three countries. Of course, he could not come along. He had to finish school, then go to collage, and eventually end up working for Itachi who would inherit the whole family and everything.


Sometimes he wondered why his parents even had him in the first place. Itachi would get everything and they doted upon him. Last spring break his brother had gone hiking through Europe while he had to stay home and do a school paper that took him about 2 hours to do.


Sasuke sighed as he walked passed the trophy case that held all of his brothers achievements. Itachi was perfect and there was no question that their father was grooming him to take over. All of Sasuke’s awards and trophies were on his wall in his room, hidden. Itachi went with their father to inspect the branch offices and he made it to all of Itachi’s karate matches. Itachi was a third level Dan at age 17. The youngest in this country. Sasuke was just a regular black belt but he doubted that his father even knew that. He was at a pointless party the night Sasuke received his belt.


There was no way for him to compete against Itachi and he had given up on that years ago. He just wished that his parents would notice he existed.


As Sasuke made his way to his room, a pained whimper caught his attention. Going towards it, he found himself at the guest room he had left Naruto in. He had left the door open and stood in the door way looking in. The light from the moon shone through the window so he did not have to turn on the overhead. Naruto was curled up and clutching a pillow.


“No......Stop....Please stop.”


Sasuke walked into the room silently and went up to the side of the bed.


‘Whoever tied him under the sink at school must have done something horrible to him.’


“Please...No.”


A pale hand reached out and grabbed Naruto’s shoulder, gently rubbing it. The blond visibly relaxed and let go of the goose down pillow he had been throttling.


At lease Naruto knew he was there. He always noticed the Uchiha being around. He did not want nothing more than to insult him most of the time, unlike everyone else who wanted a date or his attention because associating with him would look good to their friends. Half the time he started fights with the blond was just so he could feel normal interaction with someone who was not out to use his name for there own purpose.


Which was not normal.


Naruto hated him. Of course he did. How many times this last year had he beat the living shit out of the blond for reasons Naruto had no idea about? Just a ‘you shit head’ with a right hook following it. Still, Naruto never backed down from him, never ever tried to dodge him in the hall, and never once did he say that it was Sasuke who was the reason he had a black eye last year for 6 months straight.


Slowly, Sasuke crawled into the bed beside the wounded teen. The house was still empty, and even just the sound of someone else’s regular breathing was comforting. It chased the evil silence that Sasuke had lived in for so long away. Naruto was good at destroying silence.


Naruto would tease him forever if he found out how much he hated silence. Especially since he was always telling the dobe to shut up.


Grabbing one of the many pillows, Sasuke got comfortable with his back towards but not touching the other person in the large bed. He just wanted to be near someone, and the dobe was not going anywhere. The blonde’s rhythmic breathing lulled him to sleep.


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Tsunade’s blonde hair poked out at odd angles as she crawled out of bed. She headed for the coffee pot that was timed to have her favorite brew ready before she awoke. Pouring herself a cup of the life giving been brew, she staggered over to the computer desk and flopped down in the chair.


Yesterday had sucked.

It had gotten out to the press that a student had been victimized and chained on the school grounds. She had to spend the day telling reporters where to shove their cameras and to get the hell off school grounds. Then, as the story went to the news, calls from all the parents flooded in.


What a mess.


She had assured them that the school was safe for their kids to go to. She even had to convince the school board members that this was a one time incident. Still, they had bullied the police into patrolling around the school more often, which, as long as it did not hamper the students, was a good thing.


The caffeine hit her system and she moved the mouse, stopping her screen saver of the chip’n dales men.


She groaned when she noticed that she had 230 new messages. Probably all from concerned parents.


‘Might as well get it over with.’


She grudgingly opened the browser.


Yup, all but one was from parents. The one left out was from one of her own staff. Hoping to get something other than a frantic ‘Is my kid safe at your school?’, she opened that one first.


It was from Ebisu. The black wearing hippy- pervert who taught English. She really did not care that he was a pervert as long as he did nothing to the kids. The message read.


Tsunade,
While I do not enjoy this kind of site, the garb of the blond caught my attention.


Followed by was a link and the login info to access it.


Normally, she would of deleted it. But she did need a ‘pick-me-up-before-going-and-having-to-face-the-school’ today. And being a trained doctor, it always intrigued her that oddities of the human body were so open for perusal.


She clicked the link and typed in the password.


And she liked porn.


Welcome joygiver_12.


At least Ebisu had a survivable screen name.


The screen that came up was for a fetish site called Akatsuki .


She was not really into fetishes. She liked hot, wall pounding, screaming-so-loud-it-scares-the-neighbors-kids, normal sex.


Only the header had come up so far and Tsunade cursed her slow modem as she took a sip of the hot java.


As the rest of the screen loaded, she spit the coffee out on to the stack of papers next to the old computer monitor in shock.


The screen had come up, and with little gold stars twirling around it proclaiming it new , was Naruto.


The picture had the blond boy sitting, hands chained behind him, with the choke collar tight around his neck in his school uniform. A freshly spent load of human sperm on his face, and the unquestionable look of pain and fear in his blue eyes.


Through the years she had seen a lot. She had been the head doctor at a acclaimed hospital. She had quit when she had failed to save her fiancée after his car accident. So she became a teacher, then the principle of the top school in Konoha. Nothing in her years of working in an ER prepared her for what she would see.


There was ten links to movies under the picture of Naruto. Randomly, she picked a middle one named ‘big toys’. As she waited for the page to load, she grabbed her cell phone to call an old friend.


Jiraiya had worked his way up from pervert street cop to pervert cop in charge. They still went out for dates sometimes and she knew that he was not a morning person. Hangovers did that. As the phone kept ringing, the page had loaded and the play button was blinking.


Taking a deep breath, she clicked play.