Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or its affiliated characters. I make no money from this work of fiction.
AN: I should mention that the POV’s switch from first person to third person often. I also have an issue with the timeline that I am trying to fix and if I miss something can you please let me know? I’m hoping to catch them as I edit (this story is already done) and an extra set of eyes are appreciated. I want to thank MisatosPenPen for leaving a review, now I hope I keep you hooked. Thank you for reading! :D
*A proverbial saying from the poem Don Juan by Lord Byron. I don’t own the poem, I just borrowed the words. I don't own "It's a Wonderful Life" either.
Chapter Two
May 5th
Sakura released a frustrated sigh and leaned back in the chair, her back cracking at the prolonged position of hunching over a file. Rubbing furiously at her neck she tried to work out the knots bunched there with little success. She was working laboriously on the Genealogy Murders; as Kakashi had dubbed it, with mixed results. The murders were clear-cut, nothing strange about that. No, what wasn’t clear was why a person, any person for that matter, would wait so long between murders and why they would target the same families. Hadn’t they suffered enough already?
Sakura sighed again, for the millionth time cursing that she didn’t have her partner. It had only been two days without him, but that was two days too long. She needed to bounce ideas off him, that’s how their partnership worked. They thought so much along the same lines it was freaky. She wanted to call him up many times, but each time she had the phone in her hand ready to dial she would realize she didn’t have a number to reach him and Chief Tsunade had warned her not to call his cell either. This sucked in the worst way for her and could only imagine what Sasuke was going through on his end.
It had to be better than what they had, which was nothing really. There was no evidence but the murder weapons, and no eye-witnesses. The murderer would leave behind their weapon of choice after each killing, but that refused to yield a clue. It might as well have not been left at all. All the weapons were commonly made and unable to be traced back to any one person. There were also no fingerprints, traces of hair, or any form of identifiable D.N.A that would propel their investigation further. They were stuck in a rut with no trail to follow. Yes, this definitely sucked in the worst way.
“Two of the three potential targets have refused the protection detail. Haku Yuki was the only one who thought that there was validity to our request. I can’t blame the others, but they just made our job ten times harder.” Kakashi sat heavily in his chair rubbing at his covered chin.
“It was a long shot to begin with. If I wasn’t a detective I think I would refuse it too. I wouldn’t believe; wouldn’t want to believe, that there was a real threat. Not after 16 years. I guess Chief Tsunade was right about the Councils’ interference. If they would just admit that it was a possibility then we could offer better protection. That in its self might have changed their minds.”
“Well, we certainly can’t force any of them to change their minds and we can’t keep at them without the threat of harassment. It won’t be long before we’re investigating one of their murders and there is only four days left, in fact. I feel so useless at the moment; I’m used to seeing results. We don’t have a leg to stand on in the investigation. In fact we really have no investigation, just perfect murders.”
“No murder is perfect, Kakashi and we’ll find something; it’s there we just have to look harder for it.”
“That’s assuming there is something to find. Cases often go cold and this one had been frigid for almost 17 years. The only thing that has changed is that we have a new body turn up every two weeks before it runs cold again.”
“You’re not being very optimistic.” Sakura frowned.
“I’m just being realistic, Sakura.”
~REVENGE~
May 6th
It was already three days into my forced vacation and I found myself enjoying it more than I should. It was all thanks to a certain blonde dobe of a roommate. The first day we arrived at our ‘safe house’ had been uneventful except that I acquired a new nickname at the height of an argument. At a loss for words the dobe had dubbed me a teme and stormed off to the living room where he remained the rest of the night watching TV and silently fuming.
While he sat sulking I set out immediately to make a few calls and Kiba really came through for me. I now had copies of everything Kakashi and Sakura were privy to. Of course, with my promise to the Chief that we wouldn’t leave for anything, I had Kiba fax them directly to the hotel. I set it up with the concierge; all they had to do was call and let me know something had been sent.
I was pleasantly shocked when the dobe seemed just as interested in the investigation as I was. I really thought he was joking when he promised to help me, but he proved willing and capable of helping. So we pored over the papers for hours with no clear direction evident. This person or persons were very efficient to have eluded capture for 16 years and committed 19 murders without a scrap of evidence left behind. Just who were we dealing with here?
“Hey, teme, would you like some tea or coffee?” Naruto called from the other room.
“Coffee, thanks.”
“Are these the new papers from today?” Naruto asked as he placed the porcelain cups on the nightstand and plopped down next to me on the bed.
“Yeah, but it’s just unnecessary bureaucratic shit stating that there is no indication of a mass serial murderer running amuck. The Council will be trying to cover their asses shortly when it comes to light that they were aware of this the whole time and did nothing to help the police in finding the perpetrator. The Press is an unforgiving lot.” I murmured, taking a sip of the steaming cup of brew. I smacked my lips savoring the taste. It was the best coffee I had ever had the pleasure of tasting and I couldn’t help wondering what the dobe put in it?
“Hmm, the Council members are all on the elderly side if I remember correctly, right?”
“Yes, most of them are 50 or older?” I muttered as I shuffled the papers into a neat pile for later and stole another sip of coffee.
“How many of the Council were there 16 years ago?” I paused before lifting my head cocking an eyebrow at the blonde. Where exactly was he going with this? “I’m just thinking that if we’re being met with such resistance is it possible that the murderer could be a member of the Council?”
“That’s a long shot, dobe.” I almost laughed, but something stopped me. It could be a valid point and a damn good one at that. It was certainly worth investigating.
“True, but truth is sometimes stranger than fiction*.” “We can look into it.”
“Good, now put that away and come eat. Dinner was ready ten minutes ago.”
I gladly put the documents away and stretched, my mouth already watering for the dobes’ excellent cooking. I was weary at first about eating something prepared by someone I didn’t know because, admittedly, I am one of the pickiest eaters around. I didn’t even like my own cooking, but from the very first bite everything he made I seemed to love.
Tonight was lasagna and it already invaded my senses with its delicious aroma. I was happy that, for the time being, I didn’t have to eat from the take-out menu. I took a bite of the heavenly meal and muttered my compliments as Naruto smiled at me.
“Are you sure you’re a teacher and not secretly a chef?”
“No, I’m just a teacher.” Naruto laughed.
“You could be a chef if you wanted.”
“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever go through a mid-life crisis.”
“I’ll be your first customer if you do.”
“Careful, teme, I might just hold you to it.” He laughed again.
“Maybe I want you to hold me to it, dobe.” I replied without thinking. I was rewarded with a deep blush from the blonde as he shoved a quick bite into his mouth so he wouldn’t have to reply. What the hell was I thinking propositioning him like that? Have I lost my mind completely? What was he doing to me?
~REVENGE~
May 9th
A shadow slipped silently in to the backyard of his targets home the darkness surrounding him totally. He stalked to the door without a sound and paused by the back door to survey a small tan box. He smirked and punched in the code to release the spare key for the back door pulling it free from its holder. The key slid expertly into the lock. With a scoff the shadow turned the knob slowly, allowing the door to swing ajar.
He replaced the spare key to the box and stepped into the sparkling clean kitchen. He set his bag on the counter and pulled out a vial of clear liquid and a syringe. He plunged the needle into the topper and watched the air bubbles float to the bottom before sucking out 50 units; enough to take down a tiger. He positioned his weapon on the counter and replaced the vile back in his bag, waiting silently for his prey to wake.
It was 7:00 A.M. when an alarm clock blared from the bedroom above alerting the man to the time. The shadow shifted from his sitting position and moved into the shadows of the kitchen, waiting. Forty-five minutes later a man strolled into the kitchen, freshly showered, and shifted around making breakfast.
The shadow seized his chance and grabbed the musician around the neck, plunging the syringe into his forearm. The body slumped a second later without a struggle, eyes wide as he lost control of his movements. The shadow chuckled evilly as he looked down at his helpless prey. He loved the helplessness of his targets, how they were under his control.
He walked over to the counter and pulled a knife out of the wooden block resting on top. He examined the blade in detail and deemed it worthy of his use. Kneeling down next to the body he snarled at the pathetic, immobile boy.
“Remember this: you brought this upon yourself. This needn’t have been so painful if you had only accepted the protection the Lieutenant offered, but you didn’t take me seriously. So now you will be punished.”
The shadow sneered as he slipped the knife over the femoral artery, watching as eyes expanded in pain and terror before dimming and half closing in death. He dropped the knife next to the body and strolled out the backdoor like nothing had ever happened; the exhilaration still pumping through his veins.
~REVENGE~
Everything was unusually quiet at the police station. Crime for the week was way below the norm and the detectives were taking full advantage of the lull, unaware of a lethal deadline upon them. Six whole days had passed since Sasuke went on his ‘vacation’, six whole days that Naruto had been on ‘sabbatical’. The only ones who knew otherwise were Chief Tsunade, Kakashi, and Sakura.
Sasuke had reported in to the Chief every day that he and Naruto were still alive and that nothing of significance had arisen, but they were enjoying their ‘vacation’ as much as possible with the threat of death looming over their heads. Tsunade was in a perpetually high state of anxiousness. The deadline was upon them and no amount of coercion and begging on her or Kakashi’s part could convince the potential target of the danger he was in. She would have pounded sense in to the boy if Kakashi hadn’t have held her back. Why did people have to be so stupid when it came to their own safety?
It was just going on eight at night when a call was placed to the emergency dispatchers of a man found dead in his kitchen in the Niagara District. He was found by a concerned elderly neighbor who hadn’t seen him come or go all day; which was peculiar because he had an active social life. Kakashi was dispatched to the scene and by the time he pulled up the EMT’s were packing up their equipment, it obviously wasn’t needed anymore. He met another detective, Shikamaru Nara, by the front door and waved in greeting.
“What a drag, Kakashi.”
“I couldn’t agree more Shikamaru. What do we have so far?”
“The victim was found in his kitchen in a pool of blood and before you ask, it was no accident.”
“How do you know? Isn’t that the job of the medical examiner?”
“It is and that was her preliminary finding, but saying it was an accident; how do you explain a precision cut to the femoral artery or the fact that there was no sign of struggle? He bled out quickly, but there still would have been a sign of disturbance to the blood flow. There was none; just a perfect puddle around the body. Which begs the question: how did he subdue his victim?”
“Where there any signs of drugs found?”
“It’s all over-the-counter medicine and nothing that could incapacitate a person. The ME is going to run a tox-panel.” Shikamaru paused before ploughing on, his voice lowering considerably. “There is something odd about this one, Kakashi.”
“Why do you say that, Shika?” Kakashi bent in, inquiring. He knew the boy to be a genius; he caught things that others overlooked.
“There appears to be no reasoning behind this one, not that there is ever a reason for murder. But there’s no evidence of a robbery and even then, why would they subdue the victim and inflict such a painful death on them for mere trinkets? It doesn’t appear to be a lover’s quarrel; he lived alone, was single, and as far as we know; didn’t have any enemies. He was an upstanding citizen.”
Kakashi nodded with a sinking feeling in his gut. Was it possible? “So there was no clear motive; do we have a name?”
“His name is Utakata Tsuchigumo, a local musician.” Shikamaru said.
Kakashi sighed in sadness and shook his head. This was what Tsunade feared; what he had feared all day. “This makes complete sense to me Shikamaru. Let me make a call and I will explain everything.” He pulled out his cell and dialed Tsunade’s number.
He was greeted with a surly. ‘What do you want?!’
“It’s just as we feared. We have another victim.” Was his simple reply and that was enough to grab the Chiefs’ attention.
‘…Tsuchigumo?’ She whispered over the line.
“Yes, he died from a precise cut to his femoral artery. It’s almost exactly like…”
‘…Fugaku and Mikoto.’ Tsunade finished for him with an almighty groan. ‘I will speak to the Council again. They can’t ignore it this time, not with another victim.’
“So the pattern appears to be repeating. They strike every two weeks, exactly like 16 years ago, but the only difference is the method of murder has changed. Why though?”
‘How should I know?!’ She snapped. ‘This is why I pay you; so you can solve murders while I sit back and issue orders. Now get off your phone and do your job so I can do mine!’
Kakashi knew her words lacked malice as he slid his phone closed and re-deposited it in his pocket. He also knew with this news that she would worry even more about Sasuke and Naruto. He would have to revisit the other targets and offer them protection again. With any luck they would take it this time. He glanced at Shikamarus’ bored expression and snorted.
“Shikaku told you about our serial offender, didn’t he?” he questioned. Shikamaru nodded. It figured his father would tell him everything about the case; he was the only Council member on their side. “But you didn’t know that Tsuchigumo was a target?”
“My father didn’t give me any names, but I had my suspicions about this one. It seemed to fit the profile he gave me.”
“I don’t have to warn you about the secrecy of this, do I?” Shikamaru nodded again. “Good; now I’ll have to inform Tsunade about this, but otherwise; welcome to the team.” Kakashi smiled. It could be advantageous to include the young genius in the investigation and it definitely couldn’t hurt.
“Troublesome.”
~REVENGE~
The remainder of my week progressed in a very stressful way compared to how it had started. I’d slowly begun to develop sexual feelings for the blonde dobe and had to restrain myself from jumping him every minute of the day. It became excruciatingly difficult when I came to realize that Naruto was to naïve for his own damn good. He was well-educated on so many topics and I was able to hold insightful discussions with him, but when it came to innuendos he was a lost cause. He would get an endearing bewildered expression on his face before he’d shrug his shoulders and drop the topic altogether.
There was also this strange quirk about him; he always believed the best in people and always got them to smile. I’d seen it often with the hotels’ staff since we started staying here; and yet, something kept wiggling in the back of my mind telling me that something was off about him. If it wouldn’t have been for that bit of intuition my resolve would’ve failed me already and something told me that I would have done irreparable harm to the naïve dobe if I had.
“Did Kiba send anything new today?” Naruto asked as he popped his head around the corner from the bathroom.
“Yeah, I was going to pick it up after hitting the gym again.”
Naruto wrinkled his nose and released a groan. “How about we go swimming instead? I like the gym, but I always get weird looks from the people there. I don’t know why they don’t like me? I leave them well enough alone.”
I stared bemused at the blonde and held back the urge to laugh. Did he not realize the sex appeal he held? I mean, the blonde looked damn sexy without a shirt on and anyone that crossed his path could see that. I would see it in their eyes; they wanted to devour him whole.
The last time we’d gone to the gym I’d spent most of the hour glaring at anyone who tried to approach the dobe. He really did need my protection from those would-be predators and it did make my job ten-times harder that I was sorely tempted to skip the gym all together, but I stuck with it out of purely selfish reasons. Again, the dobe was damn sexy without a shirt on.
“The pool isn’t open yet, dobe.”
“But why?!” He whined, pouting like a three-year-old.
I smirked at his desperation. “It’s still too cold dobe; the pool won’t open for another two weeks.”
“But it’s really warm out now…it’s 75 degrees already! Stupid outdoor pools!” Naruto crossed his arms and continued to pout. It was almost too much for me to handle…
I wanted to jump him this second! But I controlled the impulse and focused in when he spoke again. “So what should we do, instead? I really don’t want to go to the gym today!"
I smirked as I thought of a few things that we could do alone and together in the privacy of our bedroom. I’ll give you a hint; they all involved a panting and moaning blonde beneath me in various states of passion, but I couldn’t; a least not yet, anyway. I still had to find out if the dobe was even gay. A sinister smirk lit my face as I realized a way to make that happen.
“Let’s play a game instead, dobe.”
“What kind of game?” His eyes lit up, genuine excitement and interest piqued.
I couldn’t help the leap to my stomach with that look. He was going to be the death of me, I could already tell! “It’s a game that will let us get to know one another better. Are you game?” I challenged.
Naruto thought seriously over my challenge taking his time and mulling it over. His facial expressions were amusing to watch as he switched from one emotion to the other. I really wanted him to accept so that I could learn more about him. As it stood, the only thing I knew about him was that he was a teacher, had a friendly attitude with almost everyone, was too naïve for his own damn good that bordered on stupidity; yet, that wasn’t exactly correct.
He was far from stupid with an amazing insight to life for someone so young. He was 22, the same age as me; until I turned 23 in two months. He was obsessed with ramen and would eat it every day for lunch if he could; he was an amazing cook.
I also knew he lost his parents as well. I wanted to know more, I craved more. I couldn’t recall ever wanting to know someone so much as I wanted to know the dobe. Did he have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Where did he learn to cook so well? Why did he want to be a teacher? Why didn’t he go by his parents’ last name? Why anything; I wanted to know everything.
“You’re on, but this is a two-way street. I expect to know about you as well.” Naruto stated effectively pulling me out of my reverie.
I smiled a really genuine smile, one that had lain dormant for many years and thought had totally abandoned me. He wanted to know about me, too; that could only be a good sign.
“Ok, I’ll start. When is your birthday?”
“October 10
th. When is yours?”
“July 23
rd. Why did you go into teaching?”
“I wanted to make a difference and thought that by teaching the next generations I would be able to impact the most people in the fastest way. What made you want to be a police officer?”
“I wanted to make a difference as well, but it’s more than that. My whole family was police officers as far back as the founding of Konoha. I never thought of being anything else because it was always what I wanted to be. So what’s your favorite color or do I even need to ask?” I was aware of his affinity for a particular color; I would be surprised if he chose anything other than that.
“It would be orange and I am guessing yours is blue?”
“You’d be right. What is your favorite movie?”
Naruto paused, biting at his lower lip. He whispered softly that I almost didn’t hear him. “Don’t laugh ok?”
“Promise.” I whispered back, smiling.
“It’s A Wonderful Life.”
I stared. I couldn’t help it! That was not what I was expecting at all. I thought it would be some action movie like Rambo or Rocky or Die Hard for sure. Definitely something along those lines, but I was pleasantly wrong. Not that Uchiha’s would ever admit to being wrong.
“That’s mine too, dobe.”
“Really, you’re not making that up?”
I smiled at his authentic surprise, laughing gently. “No, I’m not making it up. It’s a classic that I watch every Christmas.”
“Me too.” He replied enthusiastically. “Maybe we should watch it together sometime?’
“I would like that. It’s a date them.” I laughed, but the blonde looked thunderstruck.
“A date?”
I grew worried by his simple question and tried to squash my panic. A date? Why did I have to call it a date? I honestly wasn’t even thinking about it in that sense.
“You know; we could invite a few other people over and watch it together.”
“O…oh.” He deflated on himself with a look of dejection splashed on his face. It seemed to fill his person completely that he projected melancholy.
To say that I was dumbfounded would be an understatement. Did he want it to be a date? Before I could ask him he blurted out, smiling: “That sounds nice. I’ll remember that come Christmas time and I’ll hold you to it.”
I was struck by his sudden smile. It didn’t seem right to me; almost like it was a fake, but I let it drop believing I had dodged a bullet there.
“Cat or dog?”
“I’m definitely a cat person, you?”
“I like them both, but I have always wanted a fox.”
“That seems just like you.” I laughed. “Would you like a beer?” I propelled myself from the couch and walked the short distance to the fridge.
“A root beer sounds nice, thanks.”
“You don’t drink often. Why is that?”
“I don’t want to I guess. I teach school five days a week and spend most of the weekend grading papers. I would never be able to live it down if I incorrectly graded a paper. So I try to keep all my faculties about me if possible.”
“That sounds reasonable. So why do you have the last name of Uzumaki when your father was a Namikaze?”
The blonde sighed before answering. “I wasn’t born with the Namikaze last name exactly; it was hyphenated. Naruto Uzumaki-Namikaze. It was such a mouthful and even more horrendous to write. Uzumaki was my mother’s maiden name and for some unknown reason she wanted my last name to include hers. After the attack Tsunade thought it would be better if I dropped the Namikaze from my name and move to another school district where I wasn’t known. She wanted to spare me from the suffering of having to endure my classmates comments and questions about what happened that night. But I still got questions after we moved; all of them about my scars. I didn’t know how to act around them or how to answer their questions so I would just ignore them. They didn’t take kindly to that.”
“So you were bullied?” I felt a strange emotion rise within me. I didn’t like the idea of Naruto being picked on for any reason.
“Yeah, in a way I was. It was never physical, but the emotional strain was unbearable. Were you ever bullied or did you do the bullying?”
“I’m an Uchiha and we would never bully anyone. That would go against everything we stood for. I don’t know if you can call it being bullied, but I was constantly being followed around and accosted by hordes of women. It started the first day of Jr. High and lasted all the way up until a week ago when we came here. They’re quite creative when they want to be and more than once I had to take out a restraining order.”
“Wow, you’re Mr. popular. Some guys would think you have it made.”
“But you’re not one of them?”
“No, I would rather continue on in anonymity. It is better that way, I guess.”
“What do you mean, why would you want to remain anonymous?” I asked.
“You should think about it, teme.” He smirked sadly.
“I don’t really… …OK, so what about relationships?” I continued, but made a mental note to review his comment later. He clearly didn’t want to discuss it.
“What about them?”
“Are you in a relationship with anyone?”
“Not right now, but I did have a serious relationship in high school.” Naruto paused again, biting his lower lip. I encouraged him to continue, nodding gently. “I thought I was in love, but in hind-sight it was just puppy-love. It crashed and burned almost as fast as it began.”
“Can I ask why?”
“Certainly, that doesn’t mean I’ll give you an answer though.”
“Fair enough.” We sat in silence sipping at our drinks before Naruto spoke again.
“They wanted sex and I wasn’t ready.”
“Oh.”
“Shocking right? A 17-year-old kid not wanting sex; I think that’s almost unheard of.”
“No, not unheard of. So she took it hard then?”
“I doubt ‘she’ would have, but ‘he’ did.” He laughed humorlessly.
I felt my heart skip a beat. The dobe had been in a gay relationship before. I now had a solid footing. I was silently congratulating myself about initiating this game when Naruto ploughed on without looking at me for any kind of reaction. It seemed like he had to go on, that he had to defend himself of something.
“You should know that I’m not gay. I’m bisexual and I prefer woman more, but then I also get along with them too well. It made the guys of my high school extremely envious that I was always surrounded by a majority of the female population; popular ones at that. It led to some teasing by most of the jocks and I can still recall the hateful words uttered in those hallways. They still hurt as deeply now as it did then, but I never allowed that to interfere with my friendships.”
“It must have been horrible to endure that; why didn’t you tell a teacher and put a stop to it?”
“What can you do when it’s also the teachers bullying you? Their words hurt the most because they were supposed to instruct and guide not tear down and demoralize. I think that was the beginning of my desire to be a teacher. I wanted to come back and show them that I did better than they; that my students liked me and truly learned from me. So that when they grew up they would make something out of themselves; be better people and not so narrow-minded.”
“What complete failures they are! They hurt you when they had a responsibility to protect you.” I snorted in disgust, my blood boiling at the thought. What kind of teacher did that?!
“Well, to them I was an easy target. I knew it was because of my scars and my refusal to talk about them.” I watched Naruto brush his whiskered cheeks for emphasis. “But also, I didn’t conform to what the school thought was the best route for all male students. I wasn’t a jock, having been on the scrawny side all my life and that was what the school expected from you. You were either active in sports, winning championship trophies left and right, or you were studious, winning the school academic awards left and right. There was no in between and being artistic was not encouraged. Can you guess where I fell?”
“Hmm, being artistic is nothing to look down on. It’s given rise to some of the greatest people; thinkers, of our time.”
“I was artistic to a point, but I was studious too. The problem was that I refused to be on the many competitive teams that the school provided and that was the reason I was demoralized by some of the teachers. It became an everyday occurrence until my senior year when I was noticed by the class president. He was also a senior and popular, something I was not, even though I was friends with the popular girls. He wanted to be with me and didn’t mind that I had more girlfriends than guy friends.’ I could tell this was hard for him and I wanted him to stop; yet, I wanted him to continue too. Naruto laughed his smile strained as he continued.
‘He treated me like I existed or so I wanted to believe. I could only be with him when we were alone and off school property. I couldn’t join him and his friends at lunch; couldn’t acknowledge him in the hallways or the classrooms; and I couldn’t look at him, ever. I was so besotted I thought I was ok with it; he would always buy me a gift to make up for it afterwards. I thought it was love.”
I scowled at the blonde for his obvious stupidity and received an embarrassing grimace. “I need you to understand that I was starved for positive attention. Despite the many female friends they were just that, friends. There were too many of them to count and none of them were focused solely on me. I was foolish, I admit that and I’m partially to blame for what happened next. One night about two months of secretly dating he tried to initiate sex when we were making out. I told him clearly that I wasn’t ready and I believed he was fine with it. He immediately got off me and apologized, but the next night he tried again and I gave him the same answer. I could tell he wasn’t thrilled with me then, but I wasn’t going to do anything I wasn’t ready for. He barely spoke to me the whole week at school, but then that was a normal occurrence.
“He stopped by my house that Friday and apologized for his poor treatment of me. He even offered me a present like always. I was quick to accept him back and it wasn’t long before we started making out. It grew heated and things began to happen. He tried to force himself on me again, but I pushed him away. He got so angry, yelling about what a slut I was, and how I was teasing him on purpose, dangling myself in front of him only to pull back at the last-minute. I told him I did no such thing, but that only enraged him further. He called me a whore and struck me across the face. I remember the room spinning and the dazed feeling after I hit the ground. When I could focus again he was on top of me straddling my waist. I had felt so helpless; only the second time in my life. I was once again trapped by a much stronger male unable to defend myself properly and not sure of what they were going to do to me.
“I recall struggling under him and I must have screamed bloody murder at some point because one of the neighbors called the police. Thankfully, they had been in the area on another call. They heard my screams from outside and rushed the door. They pulled him off me as he was trying to...
“…I will never forget the look he gave me as they cuffed him. It was sadistic and twisted. After all that he still wanted sex with me.”
“He raped you?”
“It was a close call, but no he didn’t rape me. But get this, his father was a judge and got his son off on all charges. I was made out to be the bad guy and that I should have been honored that his son wanted to fuck me. I felt like the justice system failed me so I immediately applied for early admission to college and never looked back after that.”
I sat quietly for some time, letting the story sink in to my core. I felt anger course through me; anger that something like that could happen, that someone thought they had the right to something even when they were told no. Justice was supposed to be blind!
“You didn’t have to tell me that you know.” I whispered.
“I did, because you see, I recognize that look in your eyes and it’s the same look that he used to show me. That’s what you want from me, right? I’m just forewarning you. So, with that said: do you still want to
date me?” He asked me with a devilish smile. I smiled back, so I was found out.
“As long as you realize that one day I may want that kind of commitment. I can have sex anytime from anyone, but love is worth waiting for.”
“I’m glad you said that.” Naruto stated as he gently brushed his lips against mine. It was a heavenly feeling, calm and gentle, not rushed or overly passionate. I would never get enough of this feeling as long as I lived. But something itched at the back of my mind causing me to pull away. I had to know what I was getting myself into with the dobe.
“I have one question. Are you still a virgin?” I received a hesitant nod in answer and another brush of those luscious lips.
“Then you should know that I am not.” I whispered against his lush lips.
“I figured as much teme. Now less talk and more this…” The kiss turned more passionate as I was pulled flush against the blonde’s body. I allowed him a small amount of free rein before I took control and slid effortlessly in to his awaiting mouth. I mapped out every crevice and committed it to memory before gently prodding his tongue with mine. He didn’t hesitate to prod back as our tongues worked to a steamy tango of their own. Yes, I was definitely enjoying my vacation.
