Little Drummer Boy

I'm sooooooo sorry I haven't been updating anything in forever! I lost my internet more than a year ago cause I suck.

That aside, I really hope someone out there remembers this story XD Everything conspired against me while writing it! It took me all of an hour to write, but in that hour people I haven't talked to in forever kept IMing me and people kept calling me to come hang out with them, NO ONE EVER CALLS ME! I was so mad XD I denied the temptations and kept writing. I think its worth it.

I like this chapter, I loooove Sasuke's POV. I always hear his voice in my head with a southern gentleman's accent and it soothes me.

The thing that suddenly inspired me to write this was the song "Warriot Poet - The Classic Crime" I heard it and it just SCREAMS this story. Hahah.

Anywho. Do enjoy this chapter if anyone still reads this ;P

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My eyes flutter open. How long have I been asleep? The light filtering in, through the thin sheets my tent is made of, flickers and dances making the shadows look alive is the light of fires. So it is night.

A sharp pain shots through the whole of my body as I try to move, maybe sleeping in a chair hadn't been such a good idea after all. As if to one up the pain of a stiff body a throb shouts from the back of my head where I had bashed it against the tree. I sigh in surrender and relax back into my chair as my eyes rest on the sleeping face of the boy before me.

A light snore whistles from his mouth as his lips curl in a soft smile in responce to some unknown dream. I can't help but smile fondly back in responce.

Slowly my eyes trail down, from his thin lips to his strong jawline, down his slender tanned neck, to his exposed torso. Scars litter its surface mixed with freshly made gashes and bruising. A pange of guilt whelms up inside me as my eyes travel farther still. The guilt whirls low in my abdomen and fights for dominance over opposing feeling of want as my eyes burn over his gently sloping hips burning a sharp outline in the thin blanket that covers him.

I can't help the thoughts that suffocate me, what it would feel like to trail my hands down their sun kissed sides, or sink my teeth into those sinfully intoxicating hipbones, or thrust my burning need inside deep inside him. My chest tightens and I have to part my lips to breath as the tent in my pants shift with my unease. I simply can not think this way.

Not of another man. Not again.

But want knows no rule or master.

My eyes continue to claim every inch of his beautiful physique, my breathing irregular and strained, my knuckles white as they grip tight the knob of my knee.

This boy has too much effect on me. A witches curse on my soul, gripping me...enticing me. I know not whether to flee him, or embrace him and damn the social fall out we would face.

I think not of his feelings, only of my own possessive ways, this causes another wave of guilt to crash over me. What would he think of me if he knew my thoughts?

Shutting my eyes, therefore clearing my vision of him, I work to control my breathing. Finally my senses open to the outside world and I hear the pained groans of wounded all around me, this quickly squelches my previously throbbing need. When finally my mind and body are returned to their normal state and the only feeling passing through me is that of physical pain I release the death grip on my own limbs.

The boy stirs, causing a freight in me at the sudden thrashing of his head and the contorsion of his face into an expression of pure horror. "No." He breathes as his fingers fist the sheet below.

"Naruto!" I call to his sleeping form as I stiffly slide to the end of the chair. "Naruto, wake up! It is a dream."

I shake his shoulder and just like that he jolts from the bed, a whisper of a scream hissing through his lips. He is panting now, terror blazing in his tender blue eyes. I'm taken aback by the pain that fills him the next second as he sobs openly when finally he seems to realize where he is.

"My boy." I whisper as I run my finger's through his hair as I take a seat at his side, its like running my fingers through what one would imagine angels feathers would feel like, "What strikes your heart so closely as to haunt you in your dreams?"

My heart jumps to my throat as he presses his face into my chest and wraps his arms around me. "They kill'd 'em!" he shouted softly to my clothed flesh. I hold him closer as my expression grows perplexed. I ask no farther questions as I rock him, rubbing my hand up and down the length of his back in what I hope to be a soothing manner.

A moment of near silent sobbing continues before he settles himself, tears still rolling down his cheek before halting on my shirt. "They kill'd my pa right infront of my brother 'n me. And we couldn't do spit about it." His nails dug into the flesh of my shoulder as he clung tighter still as if he could be absorbed inside me to stop all the hurt inside, "S'why we join'd the war. We had no place to go. No one would take in two half grew'n men. Them bastards took our life away."

I broil inside to know more but I dare not speak, too afraid my voice will silence him.

"Them bastard's took his life with not but a second thought. All cause my pa were a good man 'n stood up to them slave owners. They beat his brains in cause my pa didn't believe any man should be inslaved fer any reason. My pa was a good man!" I hold him tightly as I grimace at his story and shake my head.

"Shikamaru tried his best to care fer me. He aint my blood brother, but when his mother and father died my pa took him in without a second thought. Shika thought he had to repay the memory of my pa in the same manner. He tried so hard but he couldn't get work no where and once winter came and we had not but worn shoes on our blistered feet he thought of the only thing he could. We 'came soliders. To live, and get back at 'em son'bitches that took our pa away."

I no longer feel tears streaming from his cheeks, or the trembling of a scared boy in my arms. His body is rigid in my arms and I can feel the strength and resolve flowing through him. He pulls back slowly. A determined smile now adorning his lips, the trails of tears shining on his tanned face, and fingers turned to fists while still holding me in a hug, "I can still do that, 'cause you saved my life Captain."

It is my turn to smile back at him. I part my lips to speak but am taken aback as the flaps to my tent open and the man previously spoken of ducks in, a tray balanced in one hand and a sack of some sort in the other.

I can't find it in me to glare as he enters and blissful glee brightens Naruto's face as he unwraps himself from me and leaves me to the shock cold of the surrounding air. "Shika! I've been waitin' fer ya! Where have ya been?!" Those blue eyes shone brighter when the brunette came closer and theytray in his hand presented itself to the blond.

"Food!!!" Naruto shouted as he snatched the tray greedily from his brother and quickly began to shovel it in. I wince, my brow arched high, as I witness the show.

At my side I hear the other chuckle as he nods, "Yeah. He eats much like a straving fox, took me a while to get used to myself." his accent is smooth and flowing, voice unwavering. Its a nice sound, I agree with myself on that.

The young man runs his eyes around the tent, eyes resting briefly on the letters and maps littering my small desk and his head tilts and a knowing look takes his face. An educated man, I smile at this. Finally his eyes dart to mine and he bows his head respectfully enough to not be insulting. "Sorry to intrude, sir. Just knew my brother would be wanting for food, and I needed to see with my own eyes that he is still alive." I nod an understanding.

I pull my weight from the chair and stand, bumping my head slightly on the top of the tent, then gesture toward my previous spot. "I have some things that need tending. You should be with your brother."

A smile flicks up the corner of Shikamaru's lips as he nods and without question moves for my chair. A flutter of annoyance swims in my mind, I cough to clear my mind as I myself now duck to exit my tent.

I make my way across the camp, nodding and once in a while stopping and chatting with my men, before finally coming to a large tent at the end of all the rest. This, with no doubt, would be my brothers tent. There is no need to duck as I enter, grace and dignanty returning to my form as I stand firm in my place at the enterance and wait for my brother to turn.

At last he does, not a second after I enter. A smile brushes across his face as he stands and makes his way across the room to me.

We meet with a brief hug. He isn't a ghost, the superstitious side of me pipes up as I close arms around his phsyical form.

"I thought you to be dead." I whisper as we part and stand face to face.

He smirks, I glare.

"Of course. Who wouldn't want the greatest general this side of the army to be dead! Its a fools hope. I will never die, little brother. Who, then, would you duel?" He smiles now as he brings up a hint of our shared past.

I, too, smile as a light laugh bubbles through my chest. He pats my shoulder as he chuckles to himself and makes his way across the tent back to his desk. "My captains and I have started a plan for our next attack. I would like your imput."

Shiftly I make my way to his desk and drink every inch of papers and maps shattering his own desk. I'm quick to pick up exactly what their plans are, and I gasp. "This plan of yours...its far too dangerous."

"Yes, but there is no honor in tucking tail and ditching our duties. Now is there? We have thought this through many times and this is the only plan of action we can come to. The blow we dealt here is but a scratch on the surface. We lost more than we gained. That is to no fault of your own, but of bad intell." Itachi paused and looked me straight in the eye as if to affirm his belief in this, then continued. "To send our own men, under guise of enemy soliders we shall infiltrate their camps and sabotage them from the inside."

The fisting of my heart in my chest tells me this will mean almost certain death for any who will undertake such a dangerous mission. And again I know at once that one of the few people I would trust with this mission, is myself.

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Sorry the chapter is so short and that I dont have review responces ._. I dont know if any of them read this anymore and I'd feel stupid talking to myself! XD

I loved this chapter for some reason. It excites me *laughs*