Falling away from me
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Naruto › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,372
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lee's breakdown
This is a very dark chapter!! Special warnings for it include, blood and self injury. Read only if you want to, if not wait for the next one!!!
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Lee sat in the corner of his darkened bathroom, wearing only some ratty briefs. Gai had been called away for a mission 5 days ago and Lee had only left the little room to eat the bare minimum to stay alive. His ribs were beginning to show and he was losing some muscle definition. His eyes were fixed on their task. 3 cuts vertical, 3 horizontal. He was busy making a crosshatch on his left arm. His right was already done, bloody and crusty. The kunai was just sharp enough to cut, and dull enough to hurt. Cut. Breathe. Cut. Breathe. Over and over again, until his left arm was running with blood and marked in the same way as his right. He got up and opened the cabinet over the sink, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and a washcloth. After stoppering the sink he poured the alcohol into it and dunked the washcloth. He wrung it out a little and made a swipe along the fresh cuts. He bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed. Another dunk, another swipe. He finished one arm and started the other. By the end he was crying out with the pain. He surveyed his body, looked at his arms, legs, chest and stomach covered in little cuts and nodded. He let the bloody alcohol down the drain and threw the washcloth in the basket, on top of the others. He looked at the clock and got in the shower. He quickly cleaned and dried himself. and dressed in one of his green unitards. He started the bloody washcloths in the washer with plenty of bleach and looked around to be sure there was no evidence of what he had been doing. He spotted the kunai on the floor and threw in in the sink with some others, put in dish liquid and hot water and left them to soak. Satisfied that he wouldn't be caught, he tidied up a little more and made some food.
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Gai cautiously opened the door and walked in. He had rushed through the mission so much he almost got killed 4 times. The last time Lee had been dealt emotional trauma, when Tenten broke up with him for that sand girl, Lee was admitted to the psychiatric ward with over a thousand cuts on his arms. He looked carefully around. Dishes in the strainer, food in the fridge, laundry done and put away, kunai freshly sharpened and lined up on the shelf and Lee, dressed as usual in his green unitard, curled up in bed. The sleeping boy rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
"Sensei? Come to bed, it's late."
"Sure, Lee. I'll be right there." He went to the bathroom to pee and as he was doing so something caught his eye. A single drop of blood, over in the corner. He tried to cast it from his mind as he curled around the younger man, but it haunted him and tainted his dreams.
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I like Lee, really. But I wanted to add a little angst, and Lee was the logical person to do it to. Please review! (They make me feel like people actually like the story and I want to write more)
{If you have flames, keep them to yourselves. I know all about self injury so don't go all high and mighty on me and say "Oh people don't do that to themselves" or other things. People do, and more than you would ever realize do it.}
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Lee sat in the corner of his darkened bathroom, wearing only some ratty briefs. Gai had been called away for a mission 5 days ago and Lee had only left the little room to eat the bare minimum to stay alive. His ribs were beginning to show and he was losing some muscle definition. His eyes were fixed on their task. 3 cuts vertical, 3 horizontal. He was busy making a crosshatch on his left arm. His right was already done, bloody and crusty. The kunai was just sharp enough to cut, and dull enough to hurt. Cut. Breathe. Cut. Breathe. Over and over again, until his left arm was running with blood and marked in the same way as his right. He got up and opened the cabinet over the sink, grabbing a bottle of alcohol and a washcloth. After stoppering the sink he poured the alcohol into it and dunked the washcloth. He wrung it out a little and made a swipe along the fresh cuts. He bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed. Another dunk, another swipe. He finished one arm and started the other. By the end he was crying out with the pain. He surveyed his body, looked at his arms, legs, chest and stomach covered in little cuts and nodded. He let the bloody alcohol down the drain and threw the washcloth in the basket, on top of the others. He looked at the clock and got in the shower. He quickly cleaned and dried himself. and dressed in one of his green unitards. He started the bloody washcloths in the washer with plenty of bleach and looked around to be sure there was no evidence of what he had been doing. He spotted the kunai on the floor and threw in in the sink with some others, put in dish liquid and hot water and left them to soak. Satisfied that he wouldn't be caught, he tidied up a little more and made some food.
La*La*La*La*La*La
Gai cautiously opened the door and walked in. He had rushed through the mission so much he almost got killed 4 times. The last time Lee had been dealt emotional trauma, when Tenten broke up with him for that sand girl, Lee was admitted to the psychiatric ward with over a thousand cuts on his arms. He looked carefully around. Dishes in the strainer, food in the fridge, laundry done and put away, kunai freshly sharpened and lined up on the shelf and Lee, dressed as usual in his green unitard, curled up in bed. The sleeping boy rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
"Sensei? Come to bed, it's late."
"Sure, Lee. I'll be right there." He went to the bathroom to pee and as he was doing so something caught his eye. A single drop of blood, over in the corner. He tried to cast it from his mind as he curled around the younger man, but it haunted him and tainted his dreams.
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I like Lee, really. But I wanted to add a little angst, and Lee was the logical person to do it to. Please review! (They make me feel like people actually like the story and I want to write more)
{If you have flames, keep them to yourselves. I know all about self injury so don't go all high and mighty on me and say "Oh people don't do that to themselves" or other things. People do, and more than you would ever realize do it.}