Some Kind of Wonderful

Some Kind of Wonderful

“RAAAPE!”

Sasuke stared, dumbfounded, as the blonde atop him continued to screech his heart out. At first, being so startled by the sudden clamor, he had completely overlooked what the prostitute was actually saying, but now he felt his eye twitch as the words coming out of the blonde’s mouth sank into his brain.

“HELP! IS ANYONE TH—ow, son of a bitch!” A sharp smack to his head had Naruto yelping in pain and rubbing the abused spot with a scowl.

“What the hell was that for, bastard?!” he yelped at the furious brunette he was currently lying on top of, momentarily halting his accusatory shouts.

“Shut up.” Sasuke growled, shoving the blonde off of him and shifting back so he could put some space between them. The close proximity was making heat rise in his chest – and lower – and that was the sort of distraction he didn’t need. He’d hunted the blonde down for a reason, and that wasn’t it. “Where the hell is my money, dobe?”

Sasuke noticed the blonde’s eyes shift rapidly from side to side at the mention of money, before snapping back to his as he comprehended the insult. “What did you just call me?!”

“You heard me.” He scowled, leaning forward intently and putting as much venom as he could behind his glare.

“Look who’s talking!” the blonde sputtered. “Who was the one stupid enough to get high offa back alley speedball (1), huh? You rich bastards are all the same.”

The bitter edge to his voice at the end caught Sasuke momentarily off guard, but he recovered his composure as he realized the blonde was not so subtly avoiding the topic at hand.

“What I get high off of and why is none of your business.” he replied coldly. “And I’m not here to take advice from a whore. I want my money.”

The blonde scoffed at him, but Sasuke noticed the way he curled up slightly, as if protecting himself from an oncoming attack. “’s not like you don’t have enough already.” Sasuke heard him mutter under his breath.

Gritting his teeth as he realized the boy wasn’t going to give in as easily as he’d thought, Sasuke decided to take matters into his own hands. He grabbed the blonde’s arm and jerked him forward sharply before letting his hands drop down to the crotch of his low riding, obnoxiously orange shorts. He took a brief moment to wonder what kind of whore wore something so damn bright – you’d think he’d want to attract potential customers, not blind them -- but a sudden gasp yanked him out of his contemplation.

“H-Hey, didn’t I tell you no freebies?”

Sasuke ignored Naruto’s startled exclamation and firmly refused to acknowledge the fact that his hand had perhaps lingered a bit too long between the boy’s thighs. He secured Naruto’s legs and unceremoniously shoved his hands into his pockets.

The angle was awkward and the skin tight quality of the shorts made it even more difficult to worm his hand inside, so he shoved the blonde back, grunting in surprise when a bony knee became acquainted with his solar plexus. He grabbed onto Naruto’s leg with one hand and turned it to the side, half straddling him as his fingers stretched to reach a bundle stashed in the corner of his pocket.

“Well.” A dry voice echoed into the alleyway and caused both boys’ heads to snap up in surprise, “I thought I heard someone cry ‘rape’, but I didn’t think you’d be the one doing the raping, Sasuke.”

Sure his cheeks were turning a dull red at the amused crinkle of Kakashi’s one visible eye, Sasuke snatched his hand from the prostitute’s shorts, presenting the item clutched in his fingers triumphantly. “He had my mon…ey…”

His voice stuttered and slowed to a stop as two and a half pairs of eyes looked curiously at the fat pack of sugar free gum he held in his hand. Sasuke stared blankly at the object he’d thought was a roll of cash before turning towards the blonde incredulously.

“Gum? … gum?”

“What?” Naruto grumbled defensively, snatching the packet of bubblegum from Sasuke’s fingers and curling his hands into fists. “It’s good for your teeth, okay?”

Sasuke spent a few more moments gaping at the sheer absurdity of the situation before shaking his head and fixing the blonde with a glare. “Where did you put my money, then? My wallet?”

“I don’t know what you’re blabbing about now.” Naruto’s voice was petulant, but the way his hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt gave him away.

“Cut the crap.” Sasuke hissed. “I had everything with me last night before you took me to that shit hole you called a hotel—“

“Hah! You didn’t even know if you had both your arms, you were so doped up—“

“I know you took it, you little shit, and if you don’t--“

“Sasuke.” Kakashi had been watching the two boys interact with something akin to morbid fascination – it wasn’t so different from watching a train wreck in slow motion, really – but even the loss of one eye couldn’t keep him from noticing the almost palpable pull of attraction between them.

He let his lips curl and eye crinkle into a smile as Sasuke turned towards him with an impatient scowl. “Maybe you should save your interrogation for when the suspect isn’t bleeding to death, ne?”

Sasuke fell back slightly as he noticed the long, angry red gash on Naruto’s calf. He had completely overlooked it in his hurry to regain his belongings and leave before someone came upon them or he did something – kissed him, ran his hands through that bright blonde hair, his real hair, and pressed his mouth against his – regrettable. Now that Kakashi had mentioned it though, the wound really was bleeding quite profusely, and if the rusted metal of the railing was anything to go by, it would become infected if left untreated.

Naruto noticed the slightly worried frown that twisted Sasuke’s lips, and hurriedly spoke up before he took it upon himself to heal him. “It’s just a scratch, no worries.” He shifted his leg underneath him and tried not two wince as the skin around the gash pulled tight.

“It looks pretty serious, for a scratch.” Kakashi spoke up mildly, “You should let me bandage it up for you.”

Naruto shot him a dirty look for trapping him so effectively, but the masked man just tilted his head innocently in response. “I’m telling you its fi—“

“Don’t be stupid.” Sasuke snapped, before muttering lowly under his breath, “Though it’d be a wonder if you could be anything else.”

He pointedly ignored the blonde’s sputtered objection and continued in a steely voice. “You’re coming with us. Kakashi will fix that up, and then we’ll… talk about what happened to my money.”

The sneer in the brunette’s voice left no doubt of what the “talk” would contain. Naruto opened his mouth to protest (and perhaps try that crying out for help thing again) but the glare Sasuke fixed him with made him falter. He relented as ungraciously as possible, stumbling back before rising to his feet, frowning at Sasuke’s lack of attempts to help.

The boy only raised a shapely eyebrow in return and lifted his chin in Kakashi’s direction, silently telling the blonde to follow as the masked man made his way back out to the road.

Naruto looked over his shoulder a last time, contemplating his chances at escape and meeting Sasuke’s cool gaze. He turned back jerkily, scowling at his misfortune – how had the prickly bastard recognized him in the first place? -- and fighting the urge to shudder at the thought of the future. Gaara would kill him when he found out.

This was not turning out to be a good day.


TBC

(1) "Speedball" is an injected mixture of cocaine and heroin, a pretty common street drug. In this case, its also what Naruto thinks Orochimaru gave Sasuke.


Author's Notes: This chapter sucks, and I know it. It's short, choppy, and generally not the sort of thing I'd even think about posting but... I thought I'd made you guys wait long enough, and if I waited any longer I don't know if I'd everbe able to get it out. I guess I've just been feeling kind of pathetic lately, and it shows, so I'm sorry for the disappointment. If you could drop me a review anyway though, it would make me feel crazy amounts better.