Just another day in paradise

A/N: Before you all throw things at me and tell me to get back and work on Broken, I want to say that I'll be working on that story more than this one. This one is basically a collection of random ideas that i could not fit in to broken all mashed together with a plot. After stewing around in my head for an annoyingly long time i decided to write it. That was like 5 months ago. I’m still only on chapter three. Mostly because i work on this one when I have writers block and can not work on ‘broken‘.
Also, I wanted to try my hand at something not NC-17. I failed at that. Although not as graphic as my other story, this still will be an R.
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Chapter 1 - Just another Day in Paradise



Naruto hated being sick, hated throwing up. That nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach was followed by that awful retching and the god damn after taste. He had been sick for a while and if it did not stop soon he would be late for class. Naruto puked one more time and stood up from the toilet he had gotten to know quite well. He straitened the worn out school uniform he wore. It was second hand probably 3rd or forth hand down but it was the only one he could afford.


The blond flushed the toilet, went to the sink and rinsed out his mouth trying to get the horrible after taste to leave. Looking at himself in the mirror he noticed that he was paler than normal, his spiky blond hair was in disarray, and his usually bright vibrant blue eyes were dimmed. As he stood there looking over him self several classmates of his came in. Uniforms crisp and hair jelled in to perfection. They were probably doing one last check to make sure they had not rumpled themselves before class.


Kiba, an outspoken brunet with wild hair and clothes covered in bits of dog fur, absentmindedly pushed Naruto in to the sink as he walked passed him to an open mirror. Naruto hissed in pain as the large bruise on his chest connected with the sink edge.


“Kiba you fucking moron watch were you walk, mutt.”


The blond knew damn well that Kiba hated any reference to dogs. His mother raised purebred dogs and shown them. Most people could say that she loved her dogs more than anything else, including her son.


“Oh sorry, didn’t see you there. I didn’t have my loser radar on.”


Kiba emphasized ‘loser’ and put his hands to his head. He had both index fingers up and waggling around like some sort of bug’s antenna.


“Beep beeeep beeeeeeep. It seems to be working now.”


The three guys with him started to laugh like the lackeys they were.


“Shut the fuck up.”


“Oh and who’s going to make me?”


Kiba brought his hands down and took a defensive stance. Naruto did not say anything. He felt like he was going to throw up again. The brown haired boy was between him and the closest toilet. Plus, if he ever backed down from Kiba, he would be bullied by him for the rest of the school year. Naruto smirked as he turned away from the taller boy. This was one of his better moves he thought. Plus it added momentum in to his hit. As expected, the messy brown haired boy attempted an insult.


“Chicken.”


The sneer that Kiba wore quickly left as Naruto spun and slammed his fist in to his gut. The move caught the dog boy off guard. Usually, the blond was more bark than bite. Their fights were more along the lines of insult matches than fist fights.


Kiba groaned and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach. The guys around him looked on shocked. Naruto’s stomach lurched and he bolted to the toilet and resumed throwing up. The dog boy pushed a strand of brown hair out of his face and stood back up, fist clenched. He looked at the sick blond as he puked in to the toilet. One of Naruto's hands wrapped around his stomach, the other on the floor next to the toilet, holding the blond up as he retched again. For a moment, Kiba considered giving the blond a swirly. But when Naruto shuttered and squished his eyes shut and puked blood, Kiba decided against it and uncurled his fists. He did have some part of a conscience.


“Come on, guys.”


The group of boys left the bathroom. Naruto heard them slam the door shut as they left. The sick blond rested his head on the lip of the toilet seat. He did not have a fever and he had not eaten anything that could give him food poisoning. Ramen couldn’t give you food poisoning. Could it? No. From the amount he ate, he would have found out long before if it did. The chime signaling the start of first period went off and Naruto groaned. He stood up and flushed the toilet, noting the blood that was mixed in with the remains of what little breakfast he had.


He went to the sink and rinsed his mouth out and tried to drink a little water. As soon as it hit his stomach it came back up. It tasted different this time. Coppery. He looked in the sink and was startled to see the amount of blood that was being washed down the drain.


‘Shit, I’m sicker than I thought. But I can’t afford to go to the doctor. Shit.’


He washed his face and swished water around in his mouth and spit it back into the sink. It was a red color as well. Naruto stood up and turned for the door.


Sasuke, the class president, was there in all his perfect glory, leaning on the door frame. The cold dark eyes were watching him and the perpetual frown graced his pale face. Naruto could not help but feel like a trapped rat under that scrutinizing gaze. It always put him on the defensive to have the raven haired asshole around. The fucking bastard was perfect; good looks, good grades, and a good rich family. And all the girls were nuts for him. He had every thing and Naruto wanted to punch him in the gut just for looking at him.


“What do you want?”


Naruto spat it out. Punching him in the gut seemed like a good idea. Sasuke would fight back though and Naruto did not think he was up to a real fight. Sasuke the snide bastard did not answer him and Naruto was late as is. So he stalked passed Sasuke. Or tried to. The snide bastard grabbed his arm and spun him to the wall. One arm pinned behind his back and his forehead pushed in to the wall by Sasuke’s hand in his hair.


“If you’re sick, go to the nurse. Don’t take it out on other students.”


‘Kiba ratted. Stupid fucking idiotic moron.’


Sasuke not so gently bumped Naruto’s head in to the wall and let go. His eyes watching Naruto’s every move. His stance gave away that he figured the blond would retaliate and he was prepared kick his ass. Naruto noted this along with the fact that Sasuke would not get in trouble for being late. He felt sick but he did not want to show any weakness in front of this ice bastard.


‘At least he did not punch me in the gut. That is his favorite opening move. It’s probably what he’s planing to do next if I try to get him back.’


Naruto rubbed his now sore shoulder and cursed his upset stomach.


“Sasuke you’re in the way.”


The last part of ‘way’ sounded weird. He had to swallow his stomachs recoil. Sasuke cocked his head at the blond and seeing no trace of a fight in him, dropped his fighting stance. Turning, he walked out of the bathroom. Naruto followed him silently as they walked the short way down the hall. They both had the same first period together.


Math with Anko. Usually the fact she was hot for a teacher had Naruto in his seat on time, even though she hated him. Hated. Of course she did. Everybody did. He was not a rich stuck up bastard. All eyes were on them as they walked in. Anko just glared at him with her beautiful honey brown eyes and greeted Sasuke. Naruto took his seat in the back of the room.


Somehow, he always managed to get a seat in the back. Out of sight out of mind, right? That is why he was loud. He did not want to be ignored. Normally, he wanted to get everyone’s attention, to have someone look at him and realize he existed. But right now he just wanted to sit down and sleep. Naruto knew he should study, he was close to failing but he hurt and he did not get much sleep last night. As the soft voice of the beautiful teacher drowned on, Naruto quickly set his head down on the desk, shielding the light that was giving him a headache with his right arm. His left was rubbing the bruise on his chest as his eyes closed.


Suddenly, a pencil holder flew across the room and hit Naruto, who’s head shot up to look for the assailant. To his dismay, all the other students were snickering and Anko was standing in front of the room with her hands on her nicely curved hips. The pencil holder that usually sat on her desk holding a few spares for the students that inevitably forgot there writing utensils, was missing.


‘Oh shit, now what?’


“You are not going to sleep in my class. You were already late and do not have a GPA high enough to support your sleeping.”


The sugar sweet way she said it made it worse, and a few girls were still sniggering. It was an insult, and normally he would jump at the chance to yell at a teacher. But he did not feel good at all.


“Whatever.”


Naruto shifted slightly so the teacher could see his eyes, his open eyes and set his head back on the desk.


Sasuke and the rest of the class was mildly disappointed. The screaming match that would normally take place when a teacher insulted Naruto did not happen. It would have made the class a little more interesting. Naruto was acting way out of character by punching Kiba, backing down from an insult, and not taking the opportunity to fight him. Sasuke had walked in to the bathroom earlier to “escort” the blond to the principles office, but had stopped when he saw him throw up.


He was not stupid. Naruto was sick, felt like shit, and took it out on Kiba, who Sasuke knew enough about not believing the ‘I was just minding my own business’ shit.


Sasuke ‘harrumphed’ to himself and rested both elbows on his desk, then lied his chin on his hands. Someone had once told him that he looked very statuesque like this. It was probably one of his fan girls. He did not need to pay attention in class. He already knew what Anko was teaching. He had read it in the book two weeks ago. He never had to study and he never got less than a 98 on any thing. But he would not get to take advanced math until next semester, which was great. Especially since freshmen were not normally permitted to take advanced class’s. So he’d be the only one in there. But for now, he had to sit through the lessons, watching as the students around him struggled. Sasuke just let his mind wander to pass the time until next period.


A groan from the side caught his attention. The blond sat two seats over and was holding on to the desk, his face buried in his arms. Uzumaki Naruto, the loud, obnoxious, short blond that was here off a fluke chance. Two years ago, the city council redid the school zones so that the residents of a new upscale housing development could go to this school instead of the less accredited one closer to them. The redid plans put all of the upper class kids in one school together. All but Naruto. By some involuntary shake of the planers wrist, one apartment complex from an area that could only be called a ‘slum’ was included into this schools zone. That one complex yielded one student. Naruto. The first week here Naruto had gotten into several fights. Some with him, most with Kiba, and a few others.


Sasuke almost smiled when he remembered the fist time he got into a fist fight with the hyperactive blond. Naruto had been blocking the way, yelling at someone. He had told him to shut up and move. The blond started to yell at him. And not being one for screaming matches, he pushed the shorter boy out of the way. Naruto swung and punched Sasuke square in the jaw. That had really pissed him off.


‘Where did this low life trash get the gall to punch him?’


So he had punched back. And the two were intently beating the shit out of each other, when Kakashi, the gym teacher, broke it up. Sasuke had been doing marshal arts since he was old enough to stand, and had never before had to fight someone that fought as dirty as Naruto did. It was a interesting experience to fight the blond. You never knew what he would do. It went on like that for most of last year. Each one of them would find an excuse to beat on the other. Sasuke would push him into something or Naruto would trip him in the hall. Lately, he had been starting more fights with Naruto; he served as a living stress reliever.


Neither one really won any bout. The blond would never give up no matter how beaten he was. It kind of sullied the victory when he would stand back up and say something stupid and try and fight some more. It always attracted a teacher because the blond was incapable of being quiet. He had come to realize that it was Naruto’s way of surrendering, to stop the fight before he was beaten too badly. The only teacher that had actually caught Sasuke beating on Naruto was that first fight. Every other time they heard the teacher coming, they’d stop before they got there.


No one commented on the blonde’s bruise’s, so he could wail on the bastard without fear of reprisal. But if he sported a black eye, he would have to put up with the girls questioning and the grilling from his parents. The other student council members did not think that fighting was a good trait in a class president. But the upside was Naruto would never say that he had been fighting, even if it was Sasuke who had instigated it. Sasuke never admitted to it either, always saying that they had just bumped in to each other. That was how Naruto got the black eye, the split up lip, and the bloodied knuckles? He hit the lockers as he fell.


For all the times they had beat the living shit out of each other or he just took some anger out on the blond, they had a silent understanding to not rat on each other. This understanding is why he let Naruto slide with Kiba and throwing up blood.


‘If he was sick, he would have to admit it himself and drag his sorry hide to the nurse. What the hell is that dripping noise.’


There was a plopping sound. Then another. After several minuets of listening to the steadily increasing plop sound, most of the students were looking for the source. Several already were glancing back at Naruto. Sasuke looked over at the annoying blond, who’s dripping was probably another one of his pranks to get attention. The dripping did not stop and Naruto never lifted his head. He was sleeping, head down on the desk, in the far back corner that had cabinets that obscured just about everyone from view of what the boy had set by his feet. Once he had brought a large python in a bag. And of course, it escaped. Anko hated snakes with a passion and would not return to the school until it was removed from the premises. Sasuke had liked that prank. He was rather fond of snakes.


Soon, all sounds of paper rustling and pencils hard at work writing down what Anko was putting on the board, stopped. Whispers of past pranks drifted around.


“It could be paint from him tagging some thing, he was late this morning.”


“I heard Kiba gave him a swirly.”


The whispers were getting louder and the stories more outrageous. Sasuke could feel the tension in the room. When Anko got mad, things broke from colliding into walls and the screaming teachers’ voice would give everyone a headache. He was glaring at the back of the smaller boys head. If he got a headache from this, he would beat Naruto into a pulp. Sick or not.


Finally, someone not so quietly mentioned the snake incident and Anko threw the piece of chalk she had been using to write equations on the board. It broke into three pieces when it hit the cabinets by Naruto. Despite the nice loud crack as it broke, Naruto did not move.


“NARUTO.”


“NARUTO, I WILL NOT HAVE YOU DISRUPTING CLASS.”


Still, Naruto did not move. Anko’s eye twitched. Not a good sign.


“NARUTO!”


Slowly, Naruto lifted his head. His eyes were barely open and he was ghostly pale. When he removed his arms, uncovering the bottom part of his face, a collective gasp went around the room. Blood dripped from his mouth, off his chin, and onto the desk. There was already a pool on the desk and a little stream of blood was trickling over the edge.


Anko had stopped mid rant and blinked several times before starting to Naruto’s side. As she quickly wove her way through the desks, Naruto shuttered and grabbed the edges of the desk in a white knuckle grip. He leaned forward slightly and threw up blood all over the desktop. The blond closed his eyes and fell out of his seat. Shino, who was sitting at the desk next to Naruto’s, grabbed him before he could hit the floor. By then, Anko had reached the sick blond and took his still form from Shino.


She felt the cold clammy skin and the flickering pulse and set him gently on the floor.


“Everybody clear out and go to the library. Sasuke, go to the nurse and tell her to call 911.”


Sasuke got up from his desk and waded through the gawking students and called the nurse on the phone by the door.


“Everybody out, now. Not you, Sasuke.”


There was some benefits of being the class president and therefore, deemed trust worthy. Sasuke stayed by the door and watched as Anko removed the old faded blazer and started to unbutton the white shirt under it. The nurse arrived a few minutes later, breathing heavily like she had just sprinted from her office. Anko had unbuttoned the shirt and opened it up. The worry on her face doubled as soon as she saw the bruise that was at the base of Naruto’s breastbone. It spread almost all the way across his chest.


The principal, Tsunade, walked in. She had a medical degree, and as soon as she saw the bruises and the discoloration around on his upper torso, she swore. Sasuke raised his eyebrows. The only other time he had heard Tsunade swear was from the snake incident. She did not care for snakes either.


“Sasuke, go and wait for the EMT’s and show them to this classroom.”


“Yes ma’am.”


Sasuke went out and down the hall to the front of the school and did not have to wait more than five minutes for the ambulance to come. The two men jumped out and Sasuke quickly led them back to Naruto. As he got near the classroom, he heard a muffled cry. The two men barged into the class room and Sasuke saw Tsunade on her knees next to Naruto, her hands feeling the bruise. When she pressed, Naruto cried out and squirmed. Anko was hushing, him telling him he’d be ok.


‘Odd. I thought she hated him.’


The nurse was talking in hushed tones to Tsunade and the EMT’s. They seemed to have forgotten about Sasuke and he overheard the EMT’s put the call to the hospital to prepare for an internal bleeding/punctured stomach case.


Sasuke did not know all that much about medical stuff, but internal bleeding was bad and he knew that. Another man came rushing in with a rolling stretcher, placing Naruto on it and taking him away.


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Tsunade looked at the stoic young man who had just watched his classmate taken away on a stretcher.


‘He looks so uncaring. Like that could of been a piece of broken furniture instead of a human.’


She walked up to the black haired boy and set a hand on his shoulder.


“Sasuke, did the two of you get into a fight.”


“No.”


“Sasuke, I know that the two of you have settled your differences with fists on several occasions.”


Sasuke’s _expression changed slightly than snapped back to his indifferent icy front.


“Not for over two weeks.”


“Sasuke, someone hit him hard enough to break at least one rib. Do you know who he has gotten into fights with recently.”


That got to Sasuke. Help the injured or snitch? His brow furled as he thought about his options. In his coldest monotone voice, he finally spoke.


“He got in a fight this morning with Kiba, but Kiba was the one hit. That’s it for the passed week…..that I know of.”


Just then, the chime signaling the end of class went off.


“Go to class Sasuke. I might have to talk more to you later.”


“Yes, ma’am.”


Sasuke walked out of the classroom and through the hallway, amidst the gossip of what had just happened and not paying attention to any of it.


Sasuke’s next class was history with Iruka. Iruka is a little young for a teacher, but is one of the best. Somehow, he made the founding of the United States more than old men in wigs throwing tea parties because tea was expensive. This was good, because as good as he was with numbers, he sucked at remembering dates.


As soon as he walked into class, he knew some thing was up. Iruka was not here yet and all the other students were milling around telling their version of what happened. Sasuke went to his seat and sat down, almost immediately Sakura came up to him.


“Is Naruto ok?”


Normally the girl would be fumbling, asking him to sit with her for lunch or to do their projects together or something. Sasuke looked up at Sakura’s green eyes and the genuine worry that was there. She might not show it, but she was one of the very few that would knowingly call themselves Naruto’s friend. As much as Sasuke wanted to brush her off like he always did, the raw emotion in her eyes let him know that she would not leave until she knew.


“No.”


“What happened with him?”


Sasuke was not a conversationalist and he had met his spoken word quota for the day when he talked with Tsunade. Besides, he really did not know. He had overheard some things, but he did not want to draw conclusions. It was not his place to tell the world the blonde’s problems. Sasuke fixed Sakura with an icy glare. One that he hoped would tell her to go away.

“YOU KNOW. Please tell me what happened.”


The rest of the class silenced and was looking at Sasuke and the girl who had yelled at him. He was still glaring out from behind his long black bangs when some one spoke up.


“It was just one of his pranks, right? Like when he came in with the pencil glued to his arm so that it looked like he had been stabbed with it. He even had fake blood for that. This was just a prank.... Right?”


The black haired boy glared at the speaker, a lumpy boy named Choji, who squirmed under the icy glare.


“Please tell me he’ll be ok, Sasuke.”


Sasuke looked back at Sakura, her bright green eyes wet with moisture. She looked like she was about to cry. He was tempted to tell her, but then the rest of the class would know as well.


“Please, I need to know.”


She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Sasuke ‘harrumphed’ in defeat.


“It was not a prank. Someone hit him hard enough to break a rib and cause internal bleeding.”


He had kept his voice monotone, cold, uncaring. Sakura looked shocked, then went to her own desk and started to cry. Whispers of how the blond could’ve gotten hurt circulated through the room. The mob, drug dealers, street thugs, and several other colorful and outlandish reasons.


Sasuke put his elbows on the desk and his face to his hands. Mostly to hide what was almost a smile.


‘Naruto was disrupting class with out actually being here. There was no way Iruka could get there minds on the war of 1812 now.’

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Naruto lay on his bed in his small apartment. He did not have any insurance so the hospital sent him home as soon as they were sure he was not going to die. They had kept him for a few days and released him on a Friday afternoon. Only Sakura had come to see him in the hospital. She had wanted to help him when he was sent home so soon, but he had refused. He did not want her to see the dump he called home. He had gone to her house to work on a project once and saw her parents large well kept house. He knew that she would be appalled to see the bug infested, cracked walled, tiny apartment that he lived alone in.


Only old hag Tsunade knew that he lived alone and that he was a ward of the state. He had to lie about his age to get out of the orphanage he had been in. He hated the fact he was a charity case and had purposely allowed himself to fall through the cracks of the system. The government thought he we 16 instead of 14, so he was able to move out on his own with a government allowance. He was supposed to get a job because the allowance was for food and housing only. But then he could only work weekends and evenings, so he did not have much spending money. Plus, he got fired a lot for talking back and being generally disrespectful to everybody.


He had lost his last job at the corner market last weekend because when he took the customers bags to the car, the male customer grabbed his ass and offered to give him a ‘ride’ anywhere in the city he wanted. He had flipped out on the man and his stream of insults had attracted the manager. He had been fired on the spot, never even getting to tell what had really happened. The manager only listened to the man who grabbed him. And the customer is always right.


Fuck that.


Naruto shivered. The heater did not work and the small space heater was still in the closet. He would have to get out of bed to get it and plug it in. So he just snuggled deeper into the old quilt that was wrapped around him. The pain killers the hospital gave him made him loopy and tired. He did not want to move. They had told him that one of his ribs had been broken in and had stabbed his stomach, causing him to puke blood and bleed internally and to spend the next two weeks resting. The cops had come and asked who did it. He was too embarrassed to say. Besides, he did not want them to find out he was only 14. They would make him go back to the orphanage and he hated it there.


Naruto loosened the blankets around him and blindly reached out for the pills that he had left on the night stand. He was to take them if he felt pain and the dull throb in his gut was getting quite painful. He could not sleep due to the fact that the pain was becoming unbearable. The groggy blond reached out and knocked the bottle of pain killers over, sending the pills rolling across the night stand. Cursing, Naruto sat up and a wave of pain washed over him. Holding back a whimper, he leaned over and grabbed the closest pill. As he was bringing it to his mouth a hand stopped him. A cold, pale hand that he had seen before, wrapped around his own. Naruto looked up at the pallid face, the yellowish eyes, and the large mouth that did not seem to belong.


This was the man that had grabbed his ass at the store. This man had followed him into an ally and offered a wad of rolled up hundreds for him to get on his knees and blow him. Naruto had refused and spit in his face and had tried to get out of the ally and to a more populated place, but the man slugged him. The man could hit hard for having weak looking arms. It took all of his street knowledge and dirty fighting tricks to get out with just that one hit to the stomach. This man was a perverted sick bastard and now he was in his apartment.


“What do you want?” he rasped.


The pale man lifted his other hand and ran it along Naruto’s jaw.




“You.”