Trouble in Paradise

A/N: Wow. My head is spinning again. Ladywolfterri reviewed my story…huggles self. Why am I under the impression that people who write the stories I read are celebrities? Anyway…when are you gonna update Life’s Little Changes?! PLEASE! It has been SO long! You’re killing me you know that?! I just want them to have sex SO BAD!!

Ahem…sorry about that. My schizophrenia has been impaling my judgment lately. Anyway anyway, enjoy the chapter!

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Trouble in Paradise
By:
terranigma11

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Chapter Three: Whose your seme?! (part one)


Icha Icha Paradise was the undisputed, greatest set of porn to ever grace the universe! Or so Kakashi would tell those who would care enough to listen.

Icha Icha Paradise amazed the lonely boys of the world with its surprisingly engaging plotlines and over the top sex scenes. It centered around a group of ninjas who would, you guessed it, screw eachother like animals in the most bizarre situations. The themes were simple and generic, such as war, racism, and adversity. Though in the world Jiraiya Sannin had expertly constructed, every struggle could be solved with just a bit of shag.

Jiraiya had been unemployed when he found his soon-to-be wife Tsunade. He would have been set for life anyway with the money his wife rolled in as a famous doctor as well as chemist. Jiraiya, the seasoned pervert that he was, was not satisfied with having a woman completely run his life. So with a bit of risk but a risk well taken, he placed his passion into pages and mailed them to the nearest publisher. Most wives would not be thrilled if their husbands spent any amount of time gazing at pornography, let alone write them. Fortunately, Tsunade was not most wives. She was his first critic, and he received one heck of a review when she suddenly jumped him ten minutes into reading his manuscript in a fit of wild orgasms.

Needless to say, Jiraiya had no regrets with his work.

Gaining rave, though somewhat incoherent reviews as critics felt the need to completely transfer their feelings into their assessments, the books were bought out of the shelves from the moment they were released. The general public responded in the same way as the critics did, and so Icha Icha Paradise had become a goldmine, and every thirteen year olds waking wet dream. Though the books didn’t go by unopposed from angry mothers and religious zealots, but Icha Icha Paradise managed to go by unscathed, for it turns out even the pope had one under his gossamer pillow.

It was inevitable that a movie adaptation would be in the works, though Jiraiya had to seriously tone it down if he wanted it to get a rating lower than XxX. Kakashi, his dear friend and biggest fan, supported him immensely. As a talent agent, Kakashi was more than willing to convince the biggest young stars around to pose as Ninjas in not so liberating sex scenes. Sasuke had needed lots of prodding, but he eventually gave in. Gai, his self appointed rival, caught wind of Kakashi’s involvement through his son and offered his own charge, the second most famous male celebrity next to Sasuke, Hyuuga Neji. Ino, Sakura’s bitter half, was found easily from an audition.

And that’s how it went. Jiraiya had found the director at the last minute, completely drunk at Gai’s birthday party. He had found out that the woman was absolutely brilliant when she wasn’t sober. With only a curt nod from her bodyguard, since Anko was too out of it to respond herself, the cast was assembled.

Since the setting took place mostly in a beach, Jiraiya had suggested the most lush deserted island he could think of, one at a far, undiscovered corner of the Caribbean. How Jiraiya had known of the island’s existence, he wouldn’t say, but he assured a breathtaking set for his film.

They sailed to their stage in a gigantic yacht donated by the Hyuuga’s themselves. Everyone relished in their momentary calm. A certain married couple commenced their lovemaking for the fifth time that afternoon, while a certain blond continued to giggle on someone’s bed while a certain brunette was battling contradicting thoughts of seducing and tormenting said blond all at the same time. Though to the brunette, they were both the same concept, just different words. Everyone carried on, enjoying their ride thoroughly, in a routine fashion.

Ino Yamanaka carried her schedule more routinely than others. At sunrise she would empower herself with an hour of yoga, and relax outside with a dip in the pool. After that she would treat herself by chatting with the crew, though she flirted, she only had eyes for one man. After their meeting that afternoon Ino had headed straight for her room, to start her ritual.

The beautiful blond had been a bona fide Sasuke stalker since she had realized that boys were attractive, and that cooties was just some lie parents made to keep them away from eachother. Since girls matured faster than boys, it would still be a few years before they would start fawning over her. But that would be a wasted effort for them, for she only had her sights on one particular boy.

Uchiha Sasuke was the handsomest, most mysterious, most sexy, brooding little boy she had ever seen, and what do you know, her supposed bestfriend felt the exact same way. Sakura took everything from her, her dream as an actress, and her future as Sasuke’s betrothed. Though Ino had accomplished one, it didn’t count that Sakura did as well. Though she hated to admit, she was royally losing in the race for Sasuke’s affections.

Years had gone by and countless suitors had been rejected brutally in Ino’s single-minded quest for Sasuke’s love.

She carefully pranced around her suite in nothing more than a bathrobe. She had specifically requested a cabin that was completely pink, for that was her color. Though the ship initially didn’t have a pink room, she had successfully used her superior bargaining powers to simply have one made for her. She gripped the handles of the her large shoe closet and threw it open.

What it had revealed was something similar to a popup book. The moment she had moved to the ship she completely transformed the closet into a sort of altar that was but a miniature of the one she had at home. A bendable wall made of well painted cardboard sprang up due the strings attached to the doors. Candles were stuck on the doors themselves within, in torch-like fashion, which she took out a match and lit each one.

Pictures and giant cardboard cutouts of Sasuke stood in all their 3d glory in front of her. Usually girls pasted photos of their crushes on lockers, Ino with all her time and money, decided to take her obsession to a whole new extreme.

The candles were the only light in her dimly lit bedroom. She disrobed and kneeled before the altar, muttering prayers. Her family were devoted Buddhists. Ino followed the customs exactly, cep’t that she worshipped a whole nother god.

Sasuke…

In her prayers were the requests of love and attention, and cruel painful deaths to her pink-haired rival.

In her own crazy world, she had no idea how lucky she was going to be.

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“Um. Shikamaru, what are you doing?” Naruto asked his brunette friend curiously as he was typing rapidly on his laptop.

“Just hacking into your bank account.”

“W-what?!” Naruto leaped unto his feet from the bed, glaring at his friend madly who continued his business in nonchalance. “B-but why? You trying to rob me?!”

Shikamaru’s eyes never left the screen as he worked on the coffee table. “Just checking to see if you’re insured.” Was his lazy reply.

Naruto rolled his eyes and padded closer, grateful that he was wearing shoes as they crunched on soda cans. “Once again. WHY?” Impatience marred his tanned face; he didn’t like it when smarter people used their genius to abuse him.

The blond stepped back when the brunette suddenly spun on his swivel chair (one he had brought unto the ship himself) to face him. He was blank of human expression. “I have deducted that with the money you have left, you’ll be able to at LEAST afford one synthetic part for each of you’re limbs. That is of course without the aid of a lawsuit.”

Naruto drooped and stared at Shikamaru dumbly. “Eh?!”

The brunette sighed and looked at Naruto as if he was a mere fraction of his IQ. “I just figured that once the Uchiha takes your arms and legs off, you’re gonna need financial assistance.” He left it at that and wheeled to the little fridge in the corner without bothering to stand up.

Naruto was still scratching his head before it finally dawned on him, an imaginary light bulb casting a glow to the dimly lit room. “Oh! And I thought you were actually doing something serious!” He fell back heavily on the bed and bounced once.

Shikamaru swiveled back to the table with a can of Dr. Pepper. He glared at the boy sprawled on his mattress. “Naruto, I think you’ve known me long enough to be certain that I don’t do anything…troublesome.” He stated while popping the can open.

Naruto sat up and pondered what the brunette said. He looked around Shikamaru’s room to ascertain the truth to his claim. Shikamaru’s cabin was of similar size and detail to the one Naruto and Gaara shared, though the glaring distinction was that while Naruto’s room had some semblance of order, thanks to Gaara’s obsessive compulsiveness, Shikamaru’s was practically a mirror image of his personality. Both beds were disheveled, but the one Naruto had been lying on actually looked like it had been in the process of being made, but abandoned halfway. The curtains were also the same, only halfway parted. Cans and bags of chips littered the floor, mostly around the wastebasket when Shikamaru missed the bucket and left them there. He hadn’t yet met Shikamaru’s partner, Chouji, who apparently spend his time in the ship’s kitchen. He wasn’t a slob per se, he was just lazy.

“I can see that.” He duly stated. “Well anyway, you guys really think too highly of Sasuke. He’s not as bad as you think.”

Shikamaru finished gulping the entire can, for if he didn’t he probably would just leave it half full and never pick it up again. “There are just people in this ship you don’t mess with Naruto.” He threw the can to the basket which bounced off the rim.

Naruto had since known Shikamaru from his hometown. Jiraiya hired him thanks to Naruto’s recommendation. He was in charge of special effects and communications, as he was the only one who could configure his computer to receive and send signals all over the world. The president had personally asked him to work in NASA. Shikamaru however merely handed the leader of America an empty can of soda to throw away whilst playing World of Warcraft. He found politics troublesome.

The brunette used the extra effort to raise an eyebrow skeptically before going back to his laptop, fingers moving to each key at the speed of sound. “You are one brave man.”

Naruto crossed his arms. “You are full of bias you know that? I actually met the guy and other than-” Naruto bit his tongue, he had almost revealed WAY too much information. “Uh I mean…other than being a bastard, he really aint that bad.”

Thankfully Shikamaru didn’t catch his almost-slip. “Something tells me you knew nothing about him before yesterday. Am I right?” It was rhetorical.

He grunted in reply. It was true. He knew nothing about the lives of the rich and famous, though he was surprised that Shikamaru did. He pouted defiantly at the engrossed brunette. “Well if you know so much about him, then why don’t you humor me then?”

Shikamaru stopped his fingers and made a spectacle of thinking about it. “It might not be true but I heard he indulges in several one night stands in any given weak. With men.” He added warningly.

Naruto grimaced. “So? He enjoys buttsex. Doesn’t make him a bad person.” The last part came out as a squeak. He couldn’t believe what he was saying.

Shikamaru’s smirk was clear under the light of the computer screen. “You can be as oblivious as you want to be on that matter, but I don’t see what’s stopping him from buttsexing his assistant.”

The brunette jumped a bit when he heard a crunch on the floor as Naruto literally fell of the bed and hit his head on a stray soda can. “You okay?” Concern flashed on his brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, just fine.” He hurriedly scrambled to his feet, trying to garner his lost composure. “I just, slipped! That’s all.” He shifted back on the bed, making sure to not have his ass on the edge.

Shikamaru frowned when a flush powdering the blonde’s scarred cheeks. “You do know that was a joke, right Naruto?”

Naruto went rigid, hands clamping unto the sheets. He did not want to reveal being molested by his boss just yet! Though he was sure Shikamaru would take it a lot better than Gaara, he was still a friend who would make sure that the Uchiha would never touch him again. Naruto couldn’t afford to be separated from Sasuke at that moment as much as he wanted to; he still had a promise to fulfill. Naruto could always give the letter right at that moment, but he felt he had to at least be acquainted with the Uchiha on some meaningful level, though fuck mate was not what he had in mind, not that he was planning on it. He was too entranced by guilty thoughts to respond to Shikamaru’s question.

The genius observed his friend’s nervous jittering and shifting eyes. His frown deepened as it became awfully easy to see that Naruto had something to hide. He gripped the table tightly at what that could imply. “Did he touch you?”

The question was so hushed and hollow that the walls couldn’t have sensed. But Naruto heard it like a thousand gongs, forcing his head to face Shikamaru who watched him like a judge in court. He had to look away, so he stared at the floor. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice was weak and laced with defeat, there was nothing he could do to convince Shikamaru otherwise. Even if he raised his voice and rebuked him it would only make him look defensive.

Shikamaru sighed. That had answered everything quite effectively. He had judged the Uchiha well, though he couldn’t fathom why Naruto would defend him. Did he threaten him? Now that was a scenario he couldn’t ignore. But at the moment, it was too troublesome to dwell on it further, for it was obvious Naruto wasn’t willing to say.

“You know what other common knowledge there is about him?”

Naruto slowly raised his head in confusion. Shikamaru was somehow back to typing with his face glued to the screen. Did he just imagine that last question? Now though he wasn’t sure which was real or fake so he figured he could answer both. “Um…yes?” It was a hesitant yes.

“He’s taken down a lot of powerful people on his own, ones that have wronged him in some way. Whether it be taking a part he wanted or just spilling grapejuice on his pants. He’s a branded asshole Naruto.”

His eyes widened impossibly. Did Shikamaru…purposely change the subject? Why? He subconsciously imitated a fish as his mouth flapped open. Shikamaru was still gazing at the LCD.

“One of his victims is actually on this ship. I think his name is Hyuuga Neji.” Shikamaru affirmed.

Naruto’s hold on the bed sheets loosened when it was clear that his friend would question him no further. It was out of his character to force anyone to do anything when he’s as indolent as he is. Naruto blew a breath of relief. He would have to figure out Shikamaru’s motives another time for he was the master of procrastination. What the brunette had said swam around his skull before his ears finally caught it. “Did you say Hyuuga Neji? He’s Gaara’s boss right?” He demanded, hoping that he sounded normal. He wanted the air to go back to before he slipped off the bed.

Shikamaru regarded him curiously with one eye and shrugged. “Now that’s news. I didn’t know Gaara was an assistant too. You should tell me these things sooner.”

He scratched at his neck, feeling stiff. “Yeah well, it’s kinda hard figuring out if you’d actually care. I wouldn’t wanna waste my time with a lost cause.” He yawned, looking at his watch. “Oh shit!” He leaped to his feet along with the jarring crunch of garbage beneath them. “Why didn’t you tell me I’ve been here for thirty fucking minutes?!” He screamed, holding the sides of his head.

The lazy brunette swiveled on his seat and smirked. “I figured since you’re so willing to piss off your boss, being late should get you mere a slap on the wrist compared to the paint.” He chuckled.

He stomped and glared at his friend. “Dammit Shikamaru! He’s gonna kill me!” He raced to the door, nearly slipping on a bag of ships.

“That possibility didn’t seem to bother you a few hours ago.”

“Oh shut up!” Naruto finally got the door open, nearly crashing into a stocky boy with swirly cheeks, his arms filled with junk food. “Sorry coming through!” He weaved through the corridor and was out of site.

Shikamaru returned to his laptop, seemingly absent from reality. He was gonna have a little chat with Naruto’s roommate concerning his obvious dilemma.

“Was that the Naruto kid you were talking about?” Chouji asked, shutting the door after dumping his load on a nearby bed.

Shikamaru didn’t turn. “Yup.” He would talk to Gaara. But he had less energetic things to take care of. “You got my Doritos?”

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Naruto was out of breath when he finally got to the other side of the ship and staggering along the first class hallway. It still irked him that he would never ever walk into anyone in his journeys through the vessel. Just a few hours before he had hid and seen Sasuke come out of his doorway covered in blue paint, he had to bite into his arm to keep himself from laughing hysterically. He had also tailed him on the way to the dining hall, which was enormous and provided aplenty of hiding spots for him to just squat and observe the scene unfold. He was already used to Jiraiya’s and Tsunade’s eccentricities, he just didn’t expect almost everyone else to be in the same crazy spectrum. At least he was assured that he could be with anyone on the ship and he would never be bored, if only he would just bump into someone…

He didn’t realize his wish had been granted when his shoulder collided with someone else’s, it was a habit for him to gaze at the floor.

“My bad, sorry about that dude.” He grinned and waved his hands in apology and sped further down onto a turn.

Hyuuga Neji just watched with unbridled fascination as the boy vanished down the hallway. He was still rubbing his shoulder subconsciously as his sights lingered where he left. He hadn’t been able to get a good look at him other than the shock of blond hair and dazzling blue eyes, but even that was fleeting as the beautiful stranger had apparently been in a hurry.

Neji shook his head, dismissing the aroused thoughts the blond beauty conjured. He hadn’t been with anyone in a long time and his loneliness was starting to play mean tricks on him. He hadn’t met anyone remotely interesting on their short cruise and was secretly dying for some contact. He sighed heavily and moved his feet once more. Other than Ino and the old woman, there weren’t any other blondes on the ship. It shouldn’t be too hard to ask around.

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Naruto’s gait was becoming shorter and shorter on the blood red carpeting as he neared Sasuke’s room. He hadn’t a doubt in his mind that Sasuke would fight back in some way; after all, the spoiled Uchiha would abuse him even when unprovoked. Only time will tell how the raven would react to a prank. He had left the paint thinner at least; Sasuke shouldn’t be TOO hard on him. He sighed, knowing it was just not possible. Sasuke would probably hand him a roll of tape when he chops his head off, just to return his kindness.

He blinked the fear away and took a calming breath as he knocked once. He was Uzumaki Naruto, and he was ready for anything. He wasn’t a stranger to torture and would endure it accordingly.

His heart beat even faster when no one came to the door, so his knocking was faster as well. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet when a minute passed in total silence. He hated to be kept in suspense, especially when he was to be killed. ‘Maybe he went out?’ He asked himself. That was possible, since he only got the message to come to his room almost forty minutes ago. Somehow, he knew that wasn’t the case.

Reluctantly, he gripped the handle and pushed, the door could only be opened by a keycard. Imagine his surprise when the door opened easily, Sasuke had left it unlocked.

“Hello? Uchiha-san?” He called into the suite. He shut the door behind with a click making him tense, why did he feel trapped for some reason?

His eyes roved over the massive living room, darting to the big screen TV, and the white leather set of furniture surrounding it. The entire room was an overbearing shade of white, though purple would have been a stretch. His head immediately swiveled to above the doorframe, where the pulley was still attached and the can of paint was still facing downward. He smirked, he really got him good.

It vanished though when he gathered that the room was seemingly empty. So empty it was creepy. He shook his blond head, he ran for nothing, the bastard! He turned to leave, gripping the handle in annoyance.

“Ahh!”

Naruto jumped and flattened himself against the door when a piercing scream pulled his hair up like magnets. His eyes dilated and he gripped at his heart, breathing fiercely. “W-what the fuck?!”

There was no denying that the scream was from within the suite, and there was no doubt who it belonged to, “Sasuke?!” He yelled in apprehension. He pushed himself from the wood and clambered with heavy feet, his wide eyes going everywhere. He was seriously freaked out, that wasn’t an “I saw a mouse” scream, that was an “oh my God I’m going to die” scream.

He trudged the familiar path that led to Sasuke’s partially violet bedroom. He smashed the door open and searched for anything that wasn’t supposed to be there. “Sasuke?! Where the fuck are you you son of a bitch?!” He called, cold sweat lining the side of his face.

Everything was as normal as could be. The queen sized bed was made, the curtains were closed, a quarter of the room was a cheesy violet, the marble was still impeccably shiny, nothing was out of place.

He froze rigidly and a jolt ran down his spine when his ears tuned into the distinct sound of breathing. His head turned on its own to look behind him, on his way in he had bypassed a door that was partially ajar. “Sasuke?” He mumbled feebly as shaky legs took him closer to what he guessed was the bathroom. As he went closer he could hear the gentle sounds of sobbing along with harsh breathing.

He placed one arm across the door, and casually opened it all the way with a creak. He nearly screamed himself from what he saw on the other side.

Sasuke was sitting on the toilet lid, staring at his arm which was covered in blood. Crimson pooled on the tile floor and it was still dripping from his wrist. It had thoroughly soaked his lap. He took note of the bloody razor at his feet.

He couldn’t move for several seconds due to shock. The red contrasted horribly to the clean white tiles making the scene all that more gruesome.

Sasuke stopped his breathing and tensed when he noticed someone was there. He turned slowly to the intruder. Naruto gasped when he saw his face. Sasuke’s complexion was sallow and lines marred under his eyes. His hair was disheveled and the blue stains were still clear on his black head. Tears were running down his deathly skin. To Naruto, he appeared to be in the brink of insanity. “Dobe…” was the muffled greeting of a madman who had lost too much blood.

Naruto snapped out of his frozen state and ran the short distance to the sink where he emptied his stomach. While he was coughing and spitting out the bile, Sasuke had lost consciousness and fell to the floor in a heap on his own blood. With a wheeze, Naruto pushed himself off the counter with both arms and cried in shock at Sasuke’s position.

His stomach was willing to expel what else remained of his lunch and breakfast but kept it in to save Sasuke. With tears in his eyes, he tore a towel from its rack and rushed to Sasuke’s side.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” He muttered pitifully as he wrapped the towel tightly around the raven’s injured wrist. “It was just a joke you bastard! It’s no reason to fucking kill yourself over!” He screamed at the Uchiha willing him to wake up.

Naruto’s hands were getting soiled and so were his knees where he kneeled on the red puddle. He was no longer sure if his wrist was still gushing blood or not, for there were so much already on the floor and Sasuke was so pale.

“Help! Fucking Somebody!” He hollered hoping his voice could be heard in the hallway. “Anybody dammit!” He was sniveling. He never wanted to see anybody cut their wrists. He had been traumatized the first time, and this time really hit home for his psyche.

When he deduced that no one would come, he made sure that the towel was snugly wrapped around Sasuke’s arm and made to carry him. He hooked him in both arms and took him out of the room bridal style.

He kicked the front door but it didn’t give no matter how much force he exerted. “Why won’t you open dammit?!” All he cared about was holding Sasuke tightly against his body, afraid to let him go even to open the door.

“Hello? Is everything okay in there?” Naruto’s heart leapt to the heavens when a soft voice spoke on the other side.

“No it’s not fucking okay dammit! Open the door!” He ordered with monstrous ferocity.

His request was immediately carried out by three curious maids who shrieked simultaneously when they saw the bloodied Uchiha in the blonde’s arms.

“What happened to him?” One of them demanded, inspecting Sasuke’s arm with shaky fingers.

“Lead me to the clinic! NOW!” He ignored their questions.

“Dobe…stop being so loud.”

Naruto’s mind nearly went on overload when that soft yet sensual voice reached his frantic ears. “Sasuke?”

“Uchiha-kun!” The girls screamed, not knowing what to do, they were on the verge of tears.

Sasuke tried to lift his head, but he no longer had the strength. Naruto noticed this right away and sank to the carpeted floor, efficiently laying Sasuke’s head on his lap as he shook the boy to stay awake. “Don’t you die on me now you ass! You still haven’t paid me back!” Naruto was going crazy.

Sasuke had his eyes half open, his skin was pale as a ghost, his lips were blue from lack of blood. “Stay…in my room…dobe…” He breathed, his vision threatened to leave him.

Naruto couldn’t believe what he was hearing, or maybe he didn’t hear at all from how loudly his heart was beating and from how much his head and his stomach ached. ‘NO! I’m going to fucking take you to the clinic and their gonna-”

“No!” Sasuke strangled out, his eyes bulging at the effort. “You…have to clean…up…the mess…”

Naruto wanted to punch the asshole, though he figured he was only deluded from the lack of oxygen to his brain. “You’re dying you fuck! Is that all you care about?”

“I…wanted this…”

Naruto’s eyes widened after that statement. He let Sasuke go after hearing that, his hands falling to his sides as he kneeled on the floor. His mouth wide open.

Sasuke coughed and gasped painfully before speaking again. “Clean it up…I like it clean…” It was all he said before his head rolled to the side and was gone.

Naruto had completely broke down at that point. He looked with unseeing eyes to the three girls who were sobbing quietly beside them. “Take him.”

That was all he needed to say for the girls to rush like vultures to Sasuke’s limp body. They took the no longer bleeding boy from his lap and draped both of his arms over two of the girls’ shoulders while the third tried to keep Sasuke off the floor.

Naruto watched absently as Sasuke was carried from the corridor and out of sight to somewhere on the ship.

After several long and agonizing minutes, he blankly slid his feet back into Sasuke’s suite. His face revealed no emotion and Naruto’s breathing was far and few. He wasn’t even sure if he WAS breathing, yet again, why would he care? He silently traipsed back to the grisly scene and washed his hands, draining the vomit along with the blood on his fingers. He lethargically pulled another towel, from where he couldn’t care and began soaking up the mess, as his master had wished.

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It took an hour for before the bathroom was sparkling again, it would have taken a lot less time if Naruto hadn’t been dead to the world. No one came to Sasuke’s suite in that one hour, which was odd. He slowly shut the door and left, not really knowing where to go.

The only time he had spoken was to ask a random custodian if he knew where the clinic was, which was accessible from the deck, how fucking convenient.

He dragged himself like a zombie through the many pathways and up the many stairs. No one gave him any heed. His black sweatpants were completely soaked from the knees down, but since it was of a dark color, no one noticed. His orange t-shirt made it with a few ignorable specks of red.

His tortured mind kept relaying the time when he had done that exact same act of self mercy, luckily he had someone to save him that time. And he always did. If he had only known that Sasuke had a darkness comparable to his own, he would have been more understanding of him. He slammed his head into a wall, banging his fist, trying to stifle his tears. He prayed that the Uchiha was alright, he didn’t know what he would do if he died. It bothered him though that it seemed like Sasuke had been waiting for him. Did he want to be saved?

He took a gulp and wiped the moisture from his nose and carried on to the exit. Word hadn’t seemed to have gotten around that anyone had committed suicide, let alone the world famous Uchiha Sasuke. They must have kept everything on the down low, not wanting to arouse any worry from the guests. He wondered if Sakura knew, or the blond girl who kept clinging to him in the dining hall, they would have deserved to know. Naruto was already too far from their rooms and had already passed by the double doors to the dining hall, leading directly to the deck.

He sighed miserably, preparing himself for what he would be facing. He tiredly pushed open the double doors and had to shield his eyes from the blast of the afternoon sun. He could hear the waves clearly and the bark of a dog. He could see a boy running around with his pet on the deck. The sun was close to its departure, already being swallowed by the ocean in the vast horizon. The clouds looked like they were on fire.

The day was beautiful, but he had to have peace to enjoy it.

He noticed a pink head laying on a beach chair, wearing wide frames and a bathing suit. There was a blond girl on the seat next to her, putting on suntan lotion even though it was late in the afternoon.

“You know, this boat has everything except for a mall. That really bites you know.” The blond girl remarked, lathering her arm with lotion.

The pink haired girl sighed. “Good riddance I say. The damn paparazzi are always hiding in malls. Didn’t I tell you about the time some bastard took pictures of me from a clothes rack?”

Naruto’s shoulders slumped in exhaustion; it appeared the girls didn’t know a thing. He breathed loudly and approached them from behind, facing the pool.

It was when his head turned oh so slightly that he saw something he wished he had never seen.

There was a body hanging off the base of the diving board, head slack because there was a noose around the neck. The pale form was glowing like an angel from the fiery light of the sun. Naruto recognized the white polo shirt which was covered in blood. When the body turned from its rope due to the wind, he could see the still bloody marks on the dead man’s wrist. It seemed that the loss of blood hadn’t been enough to kill him.

“SASUKE!” Naruto shrieked as he ran to ladder that would lead up to the diving board.

He ignored the girls who had just noticed his presence, though a part of his mind was screaming as to why they just sat there so calmly while their friend was obviously dead. He couldn’t fathom any of it as he gripped and stepped on every single rung, his hands sweaty and his eyes watery. He nearly slipped on his own too feet as he got to the very top.

Once he got there however, he didn’t know what to do. He crawled to the part of the board where the rope was tied around. Slowly and carefully, he gripped at the edge and looked down. All he could see was the hair of darkest black and the rope that broke his windpipe, dangling for the entire ocean to see.

Every breath was painful and every utterance was ineligible as Naruto slowly backed up, still on all fours, shaking violently. He sobbed like he had never sobbed before. Why did that just happen? Why?! Why the fuck did it happen?! He wanted to kill the Uchiha himself for giving up on life like he had tried to once upon a time. He had just never considered that he would succeed. He hated it when people died. And why didn’t anyone care?! He wanted to kill those three bitches for letting Sasuke loose! How could they?!

“Aw dobe. Are those tears for me? I didn’t know you cared.”

Naruto’s next wheeze died in his throat as his head turned rapidly enough to break to the presence behind him. Every opening on his face widened in shock.

Uchiha Sasuke stood with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his lips. His clothes were entirely different, and he was as clean and as primed as if he had never committed suicide. Naruto did not have time to feel any other emotion other than unbridled shock.

Sasuke’s smirk got wider, victory clearly etched on his dazzling complexion. “You know what I do when I feel upset Naruto? I take a bath. Right now, you might need one.”

With a simple push from Sasuke’s foot, Naruto fell to his back and slid off to the edge of the board down into the clear blue water. He didn’t even scream as he connected heavily with pool. He stayed at the bottom for several seconds, not really thinking about what had just happened, and not really hearing the muffled shouts outside the water.

“Sasuke! Your such an ass you know that?”

“Oh leave him alone Sakura! He’s just having his fun. The kid probably deserved it anyway.”

All that ran through Naruto’s nearly empty thoughts was Sasuke’s name over and over again, trying to figure out just what he felt about it.

He came to the conclusion that he was outraged.

The desire to breathe finally kicked in and he sped to the top, swallowing the air when he reached the surface. His eyes locked on the cocky brunette standing smugly near the edge. Their eyes connected, azure shone with rage, while obsidian shimmered with the joy of winning. He took something out of his pocket and kept it in fist, raising it high for them to see. Naruto gaped when he heard a pop and red liquid started flowing out of Sasuke’s closed hand.

Fake blood.

Naruto snarled while wading water. He got the message loud and clear. Blood was the result of battle, and Sasuke had just declared war.

Naruto would no longer be resorting to paint and cheap tricks. He was going to play the Uchiha in his own game.

He was going to fight dirty.

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Gaara didn’t really know how to react the second time Naruto blasted into the room, sopping wet and with a furious resonance that rivaled his own in a good day. The only difference was that Naruto had a shirt on. Gaara wished he spent more time outside. After briefly thinking about it, he shook his head. ‘No I don’t.’

The redhead had been busying himself with drawing naked caricatures of…Naruto, at the coffee table. He raised his head warily the moment he heard squashing sounds on the floor. “Naruto, what-”

He was interrupted when the blond plopped on the chair across from him, spraying moisture everywhere, he was still completely drenched.

Gaara hurriedly hid the drawings under the table, hiding his blush with mock anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Dry yourself first!”

He shook his head briskly, spraying right unto the table. “Nope. No time. Gimme a pen and paper.”

Gaara blinked at the hurried demand. “Right now?”

“Yes right now!” He insisted. Seeing as Gaara was too confused to help him, he reached for the pencil still in Gaara’s hand and picked up a piece of paper on the floor. He paid no attention to how wet he was making it when he hurriedly scribbled on the sheet.

The redhead flushed and felt his stomach leave out of his ass. Naruto just HAD to pick up the paper that had a full frontal drawing of HIM and was writing on the back, without knowing! Gaara swallowed his tongue, as there was nothing else left in his mouth. “Naruto, what are you gonna use that for?” He just had to ask.

Naruto’s head did not leave the table, writing furiously. He sighed when he was done. Waving his accomplishment in the air, reading it as he dangled it in his fingers. The naked caricature stared back at Gaara. Thankfully he had closed the curtains, so the sunlight would not show the picture from the back. Gaara wanted to cry. “Oh it’s just a letter, for a certain someone.” He winked and turned around.

Before Gaara could stop him, Naruto was already out the door, trailing water as he left. “W-where are you going?” He jumped to his feet.

“Just going to the captain to discuss keys!” He shouted back to as he ran out of sight.

Gaara could only wonder how Naruto would look at him form now on when he realizes what he was holding.

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I don’t really like this chapter all that much, but it served its purpose. TOO…MUCH…SAD FEELINGS… I’m gonna like writing the next one though, revenge has never been so sexy, and Ino gets lucky. Please REVIEW! The more you review the more I write. BELIEVE IT!