Orange Crush

Here's the 4th chapter hope you like it ^_^

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A couple of new characters will be introduced as well as more about Madara. I am sorry if their might have been a slight confusion for some people in the previous chapter in regards to when someone is thinking something, when Madara’s talking or someone just talking in general, so I hope the following helps.

Talking: “Blah”
Thinking: ‘Blah’
Madara Speaking: ‘Blah’

If you haven’t guessed, I love using ‘Blah’ in a sentence, it makes saying certain things funnier XD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, that honor is held by Masashi Kishimoto (lucky SOB)

Orange Crush-Chapter 5 ‘The Devil Inside’ by KitsuneFun

Thump Thump.

Pain clutched at Naruto’s chest making it hard for him to breath. Kneeling down, Naruto tucked his body close as he tried to catch a breath, but the pain only seemed to be getting worse. Subconsciously, Naruto wondered if the minor amount of smoke he inhaled in the elevator was making him feel this way.

“Kid are you ok?” Naruto couldn’t find the strength to turn and look in the direction where the voice was coming from, but the blonde didn’t need to look to know who had talked, it was Asuma.

The third oldest member of the Asian Freedom Force stood with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lip, he stood looking down at their youngest member in confusion over why Naruto was sweating, resembling a goldfish that had jumped out of its bowl and away from any sign of water.

Leaning down on his heals, he lifted his gloved hand and pressed it against the younger boy’s head in order to feel his temperature, “This isn’t like you kid… you never get sick because of that superhuman healing ability of yours.”

So far it didn’t seem that Naruto had a temperature, which was odd, “I think I need to find Tsunade… she’ll need to look at you.”

Naruto shook his head slowly, “Can’t…” he managed to gasp out between shallow breaths, “Sasu…” he closed his eyes and tried to summon whatever breath he could in order to talk, but it seemed hopeless. Inside, Naruto felt a tremendous amount of panic over what Sai could possibly be doing to his new friend at that exact moment and he wanted to find Sasuke as quickly as possible in order to save him, but it seemed that Naruto’s body wasn’t cooperating with his mind.

Tears of frustration leaked out from beneath Naruto closed eyes as he thought about how much he was failing his new friend now.

Asuma took a deep breath as he noticed how stubborn the younger boy was acting, but it was one of the qualities that made him an excellent teammate within AFF because Naruto would never give up on a fallen comrade, “Ok kid…” Asuma lifted a finger towards his unlit cigarette and with a small charge of electricity that flowed from his finger, he lit the cigarette’s tip and took a deep inhale before continuing, “I’m pulling rank and getting Tsunade’s ass here so that she can fix you up nice and good, then I’ll help you with that Sasu chick of yours.”

Naruto wanted to correct Asuma regarding his friend, not wanting to give the older man the wrong impression, but even he knew that something needed to be done if he wanted to see Sasuke in one piece. He could feel his body become weaker and weaker, even his eyesight was darkening (never a good sign) … he needed help.

Naruto watched as Asuma quickly took out a walkie-talkie that all members of AFF were given in order to stay in contact with another other member in times of crisis and this was a crisis in Asuma’s book.

Taking out the small device that resembled a wireless Bluetooth device and attached it to his ear, clicking a button, the older man cleared his throat after taking another hit off his cigarette, “Computer…” their was a beep in response, “Contact Tsunade…” their was a couple of clicks and the device rang through to Tsunade’s own device.

Apparently Tsunade wasn’t happy with the sudden disturbance and practically growled into the device in answer, “Their better be a major disaster happening Asuma because I am actually beating the house at cards right now…”

Asuma gave a snort in response to the older woman’s bad habit when it came to gambling, “Well if seeing Naruto collapsed on the floor of your Medical room isn’t an emergency… then I don’t know what is…”

Their was a sudden pause then another curse before Tsunade answered, “This better be a joke Asuma cause Naruto doesn’t get sick or hurt… it’s practically impossible.”

“Then what would you call the site of your grandson practically turning blue and gasping like a fish?” Asuma practically growled out in response to the childish woman on the other end.

“Really?” there was a pause on the other end and Asuma could have sworn he heard an odd clicking noise on the other end, “Can Naruto speak at all?”

“Well…” Asuma turned to look down at Naruto as the blonde looked up at him, “He was trying to mention something about a girl named Sasu and he happens to be in his school clothes, but other than that I don’t have a clue…”

“Shit…” there was that odd clicking noise again, “We need to figure out if he’s been in contact with any foreign substances or if it might have to do with that Sasu chick…”

“S…smoke…” Naruto finally managed to say something else, but it ended in a coughing fit.

Asuma leaned close and rubbed at the boy’s back hoping it would ease his pain a bit, “Hey kid… take it easy…”

Naruto shook his head and pointed in the direction of the still open elevator where small wisps of green smoke where still seen escaping into the surrounding room. Asuma’s brown eyes narrowed as he eyed the odd phenomenon, “Hey Tsunade… do you happen to know anything about green smoke?”

The older woman paused in her tapping, hearing the update, “Did you say green smoke?”

“Yeah…” Asuma nodded standing up and heading close to the elevator, but not close enough to inhale any of the gas in case it proved toxic, considering what it had done to Naruto, it might not be the smartest move to get anywhere near it, “It’s leaking from the elevator… did Gaara install a new security measure that might have accidentally gone off while Naruto was in the elevator?”

“Not likely…” Tsunade stated shaking her head in response, “Gaara doesn’t make any mistakes when he constructs something, its what makes him a genius, however the green smoke is a problem…” their was that strange clicking again, “I naturally would suspect Sai’s perverted side having a hand in this, but if Naruto is by himself then…”

“True…” Asuma nodded, having become used to the odd characteristics of Sai’s clones in the past, “Sai’s perverted side wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage of Naruto’s weakness in order to make him do things that the host would regret later…” Asuma felt Naruto grip at the fabric of his jean clad pant leg in response to uttering Sai’s name and frowned, looking down at the blonde he noticed that he was nodding a bit and the older man almost bit his cigarette in two in anger, “Fuck! it was Sai…”

“That perverted little shit!” Tsunade yelled before banging at the table she was sitting at upsetting the chips that were laying there, “I know he overheard me talking to Shizune about that new compliance gas that I was working on, but I had no idea that one of his personality clones would take that information and hurt Naruto in the process… when I get a hold of him, he’ll wish he never learned to separate his body into duplicates with their own specific personality…”

Sins of the mother
Make us come together
Fall for our Pain
Will the Light shine?
Take us to a new Dawn
Only the whispered words
Of Fate
Can say whom

Dark eyes slowly opened and stared out across a pure white floor, they lifted and watched as the pale perfection of the room stretched outwards towards the wall and up to the ceiling.

Waking up, Sasuke could still feel the residual effects of pleasure humming through his body, left over from the latest dream he had received involving his new friend, Naruto.

Madara purred in agreement from the back of Sasuke’s mind.

Slowly lifting himself from his prone position, Sasuke viewed the room further and was surprised to see that it was completely empty except for a large computer monitor and keyboard attached to the far wall.

Moving slowly in order to stand up, Sasuke checked out the monitor hoping it would somehow give him a clue about where he was exactly, having only remembered what Sai had said earlier, about them being in a virtual reality simulator.

Feeling a pain in his shoulder as he lifted himself, Sasuke adjusted his footing, only to slip suddenly on the slick flooring, and falling down into a puddle of blood that lay near his feet and spread out across the floor in an odd dragging pattern that lead towards the opposite wall.

It was blood.

Because of Sasuke’s position earlier, he had missed seeing the puddle lying beneath and behind him. Staring at the site now it looked, to Sasuke, as if someone had grabbed a paint gun and sprayed the length of the area before grabbing a couple of brushes and dragging them across the floor in odd lines that lead towards, where Sasuke assumed, the door was.

The site of that much blood almost made Sasuke through up, he lifted his hand to cover his mouth, only to discover that the substance covered both of his hands and spread out across his torso and knees, from where he had been laying against the stuff on the floor.

A sense of panic slowly overtook Sasuke’s mind as he continued to stare at the site of so much blood covering himself, that didn’t belong to him… even if the substance came from his attacker it still disturbed him because he had inadvertently done this because he had allowed his alter personality to take over.

Madara had taken to the job quite gleefully and Sasuke had to wonder if Sai had even survived the experience.

“GOD…. Why does everyone have to mess with my stuff,” Sigh, “It looks like I will have to install those locks after all…”

The site of someone suddenly appearing in his line of sight surprised Sasuke, as he turned to look at the oddly dressed individual that entered. Glad for once that someone was there that could potential help him… at least Sasuke hoped so.

The pale skinned boy, that had entered the room, was around Sasuke’s age, with short slightly spiky red hair, wearing a black tank top with a white skull in the center and plaid pants over his bare feet. As the boy turned, Sasuke noticed that he had thick dark circles surrounding cyan colored eyes that were barely covered by the plastic red-rimmed goggles he wore.

The boy turned and squinted in Sasuke’s direction as though trying to figure out whom it was that had entered his domain. The red-haired boy suddenly sat down on his haunches while folding his arms loosely across his knees as he studied Sasuke closer.

“Interesting…” the redhead pushed back his goggles to lay atop his head as he continued to stare Sasuke down, “I wasn’t informed about any visitors… I’ll have to speak to Orochimaru later about this... since he likes to point out that we don’t take security seriously around here.”

The redheaded boy shook his head before immediately standing up and walking over towards the console, Sasuke had noticed earlier in the white room, in order to fiddle with the buttons there.

Sasuke didn’t know whether or not he should be shocked by the fact that the other boy could ignore the fact that both the room and Sasuke were covered in blood… perhaps this was such a common site in the AFF building, that no one was surprised by it anymore, but having met someone like Naruto, Sasuke doubted it.

Lifting a still shaky hand through his hair, Sasuke realized the strands he was sifting through were sticky. In curiosity, he moved his hand away from his scalp, only to stare in horror and the amount of congealed blood covering his fingertips.

The need to throw up made Sasuke kneel over and grip at his stomach; he would have, if not for the fact that the redhead had stopped typing on the console in order to stare curiously in his direction.

Apparently the other boy must of misunderstood Sasuke’s look of pain, “Don’t worry… It doesn’t look like the blood is all yours,” he mentioned briefly before turning to face the monitor again, “I’ll make sure Tsunade looks at you before you leave.”

The red-haired boy’s forehead crinkled up suddenly, before he leaned down and stared closer at the screen, as it made an odd beeping noise, “It looks like someone’s looking for you… or should I say a girl named Sasu…” he turned to give Sasuke an odd smirk, as if finding the fact that Sasuke being called a girl was funny, “Though I wonder how Asuma could have made that mistake?”

Sasuke didn’t know anyone by the name of Asuma, and shook his head negatively over hearing the name, “I don’t know him… Naruto didn’t mention him when he brought me here…”

“Naruto?” The other boy’s eyes narrowed a bit as he suddenly looked Sasuke up and down again as if trying to decide something, “Why would he bother with someone like you?”

‘Well I guess theirs no chance of this guy being friendly,’ Sasuke thought as he gingerly tried to regain his footing, ignoring the comment since it was something he was used to hearing from others, “He’s my classmate at Konoha High… nothing more…”

‘HA…’ Madara gave a snort, ‘Shall I replay your naughty dream of Naruto for him?’

Sasuke flushed a bright red at the implied threat, ‘Now isn’t the time…’

‘When isn’t it?’ Madara laughed, ‘I’d watch out for this one though… he smells funny.’

Sasuke wanted to ask what Madara meant by that remark, but was interrupted by a card being suddenly thrust in front of his face, “Huh?”

“Are you stupid?” the redhead shook his head and mumbled something, “Sheesh… I’m always being surrounded by these idiots,” before thrusting the plastic card in Sasuke’s shirt pocket.

Sasuke noticed that the redhead’s hands were covered by long red plastic gloves that reached his elbows, Sasuke eyed the odd site, wanting to know why the redhead had put the gloves on just to hand him a card.

The other boy seemed to notice the stare and only glared at Sasuke, in an accusatory manor as he crossed his arms, “What… you never seen anyone wearing gloves before?”

Sasuke shook his head, “No… I.”

The redhead waived him off before Sasuke could continue, “Better that you don’t know… just take that card,” he stated while pointing at Sasuke’s shirt pocket, “It will help you to access the restricted buttons inside the elevator outside the door to this room, that way you can reach floor 51… got it?”

The need to ask, 'why the redhead was suddenly helping him', was at the tip of Sasuke’s tongue, but by the look of continued animosity on the other boy’s face, Sasuke knew better than to press the issue, “So will this bring me to exit?”

“Idiot… god,” The redhead pressed his fingers towards his temples and massaged the area while closing his eyes and taking a deep inhale of air, “I told you that you would have to speak to Tsunade didn’t I? She’s on floor 51 inside her medical lab with Naruto right now…”

“Naruto…”

“Yes Naruto…” The redhead’s teeth practically snapped in response, annoyed as he was by Sasuke’s continued presence in his private space, “Now go before I decide to take off these gloves and show you something you should fear instead of Sai’s machinations.”

Sasuke didn’t think twice about the threat, and instead headed quickly towards the doorway and out.

Once outside the raven noticed, to his relief, that the elevator door was only a couple of feet away and headed towards it. Once the doors opened and he walked inside, Sasuke pulled out the plastic card he had been given in order to slide it through the card reader. It was as Sasuke was sliding through the card that he noticed the name written in bold bright red lettering, ‘Gaara.’

Turning it over, Sasuke noticed that on the back it showed a photo of the redhead glaring back at him, ‘So that’s the genius, Naruto mentioned earlier… he’s not that great…’ Sasuke thought while sticking his tongue out at the picture, ‘I hope Naruto understands if we never get along.’

Though a thought did enter Sasuke’s mind about what power could possibly be so terrible that another person had to wear gloves in order to conceal it… and if that power was so bad, why ‘Supers’ hated him because he had none... or did he?