Never Ending Cycle

This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Who would have guessed it

I will not leave alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late

It's never too late



Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

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Chapter One: Never Too Late



   They say, "Third time's the charm." I'm beginning to believe that. It wasn't the first time I've went after Sasuke, nor the second, but the third. The second time I tried to stop him was three years after he left. I was about 15 then, I believe. Well, long story short, it was a good thing I came when I did or Orochimaru would have Sasuke's body. More time, Kami I was so happy. And for a moment, I began to think I could get him to come home, so I could fulfill my promise to Sakura-chan, but it didn't happen and thus, I lost him. He ran off leaving me with Kabuto as he and Orochimaru got away. Kabuto took advantage of my disbelief and KO‘d me. It‘s what I get for believing he‘d ACTUALLY come home when there was still a chance for power. So, a little over four and a half years after Sasuke left me in the Valley of the End, I came around to get him again. This time, I got him and killed Orochimaru. There was no if's, and's, or but's about it. He watched as I proved myself. I really should be proud, but it's hard.


   For all you that have followed my story, you'd know how hated I've been; how.... loathed I guess is a good term. I was proud, don't get me wrong, it's just, I couldn't be as proud as I normally would be. I was so arrogant in my victory that I boasted loudly in Sasuke's face and trounced around like I was king even with my extensive injuries. My meter was only half-full. Half with bragging rights and half with sadness. I realized that I had proven all the villagers who called me killer right. I had killed someone and enjoyed it. I enjoyed the fact that I had killed Sasuke’s idiotic dream of letting Orochimaru take him and give him more power to kill his equally stupid brother. I… killed Kabuto too… That even made my soul sing with joy. I’ve never been one to hate someone fully. Dislike, yes, but never hate. There was always a chance for improvement, you know? But maybe, I really did hate Orochimaru; Kabuto too. It made me angry at myself for just thinking that. Guess I’ve grown up in more ways than one. Heh. I‘m getting off track, aren‘t I? On with the story.


   Sasuke merely watched me from his spot on the floor as I gloated and crowed. His dark eyes moved with my movements and, honestly, he looked kinda bored. Guess it was to be expected. He stood and crossed his arms. I calmed and smiled big for him. You know, the kind of smile you give a camera when someone’s gonna take your picture. I felt odd to say the least. It was just as if he was never gone for about five years! He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at me. Instinctively, I took a stance and readied myself to fight him. Though he and I both knew I wouldn’t stand a chance with my injuries, I was still going to try.


   “Put your fist down, dobe. I’m not going to fight you,” He said walking closer to me. I took a couple steps back. “You know what you’ve done? You’ve ruined everything,”


   He kept walking toward me and I kept backing away. We would have continued, if not for the wall behind me. I backed up as much as I could against the wall. For some reason, I believed him when he said he wouldn’t fight me. He didn’t look like he would lash out. Instincts are a horrible thing though and I braced. I glared at him and snorted. A smirk tugged at his lips and he held his hand up to my face.


   “Thanks,” He flicked me in the forehead.


   Thanks? Not really what I was expecting; especially not from Sasuke. He never gave recognition to anyone, but I’m sure any Naruto fan, that’s me!, knows that.


   He walked away from me and pocketed his hands. I stood there confused for a moment before running after him. I wouldn’t show weakness or hesitation now. He’s finally coming back, I can’t blow it. He might run off the moment I show any weakness. I still didn’t trust him fully. I kept up with his pace as best I could. He’d speed up every once and a while and look back smirking. I’d always speed up my pace too. No way would Uzumaki Naruto, best, loud-mouth ninja and future Hokage, give in to a traitor. I found out later that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. Overexertion was bad. Very bad.


   We were well out of the area by the time night fell. My wounds were healing nicely because of Kyuubi and some of my chakra was returning. It’d take a couple of days for that to totally return and my wounds, well, they’d be gone, hopefully, by tomorrow morning after a long night’s sleep. That is, if I slept tonight. I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep and give Sasuke a chance to sneak off into the night.


   Am I going to fast? Gomen for that if you think so. It’s just… I don’t find this the most important part of the story. It helps, but it’s not the most important part. We’ll get to that though. Don’t worry.


   We set up camp, or rather, I did. I didn’t let Sasuke do anything. Too stubborn, remember? To my surprise, he only shook his head and sat back to enjoy the show. I stuck my nose in the air and continued to work. I did a decent job… until it started to rain and everything collapsed. Karma bites. Rain bites. The woods we were in bite. Why does everything go around in a stupid cycle? Now everything was cold and wet. It was a good thing we were a bit farther south where it was warmer or I’d be freezing my ass off right about now. It is January after all. Anyway, only after everything committed suicide before my eyes did Sasuke get up and shove me to the ground before finishing what I attempted. I growled and got up, ready to shove him back and let all hell break loose.


   “Don’t even think about it,” Was all he said before he crawled into the tent, “Well? Are you going to stand out in the rain or come in here?”


   I crossed my arms and turned my head away from him. “Hmph. Like I’m actually going to sleep in the same tent as you. I’m gonna keep wa-”


   His hand clamped down on my ankle and yanked. I fell forward and hit the ground hard. He began to pull me into the tent. My fingers raked helplessly at the ground. The rain beat down on my back and the mud clung to me. I couldn’t help but think about how much this must look like a corny horror movie. Boy getting dragged into the shadows by an unknown creature. Whooooo scary stuff. Please take note of my sarcasm. Unfortunately, the mud that decided to take a ride got dragged into the tent and onto Sasuke’s legs. I growled for what seemed like the one-thousandth time that day. A hand came down on my head.


   “You’re more stubborn than I am sometimes, dobe,”


   “That or I don’t give in as easily as you do, stupid ass,”


   That was a no-no. His hand tightened on my skull and his thumb pressed against where my neck and head joined. Pain sheared through me and I thrashed. I wouldn’t yell out though. I would never subject myself that effortlessly to him. My hands reached around to his wrist and clawed at it. I could just feel the smirk start to form on his lips.


   “So Naruto, you sure you don’t need to rest? Even Sakura would have been able to get my hand off her head by now. You’re chakra’s still so weak Naruto. Those wounds of yours should have been healed by now. Are you still sure you don’t need rest?” He made my chin grind into the ground as he mocked.


   I didn’t answer. I knew I needed it, I would never admit to it, but I did. And he was right. My wounds should have been healed by now and my chakra… this has been explained hasn’t it? I flexed my fingers to relieve tension. Sasuke let go of my head and I just laid there unmoving. I sighed heavily and stared out through the folds of the tent. Suddenly, I felt Sasuke’s hands grab the hem of my pants and begin to pull down. I jumped and kicked at him.


   “What the fuck are you doing, hentai?!” I kicked him hard in the chest with my face burning a dark pink. I held tight to my pants and glared at the closet pervert formerly known as Uchiha Sasuke.


   “You’re filthy. Covered in mud. You need to change cl-”


   “I CAN CHANGE MY OWN CLOTHES THANK YOU VERY MUCH!”


   I’m pretty sure Tsunade-no-baachan could hear me in Konoha. I was yelling so loud. My face felt hot and that only made me burn into a deep red color.


   “Shy, dobe? Got something to hide?” His smirk deepened. My anger rose.


   “Asshole!” I took a long hard look at him, “Turn around so I can change,”


   “You’ve got to be kidding. You’re worse than a woman,”


   “I SAID TURN AROUND, ASS!”


   Sasuke muttered under his breath before he turned around. I’d rather be dressed as a girl and stuck in a jail for male rapists than let Sasuke see me get dressed. Usually I wouldn’t care if someone saw me dressing, but Sasuke was different. For years now, I’ve been… crushing him. Not to the point where I’ll fall at his feet and claim myself a fan boy like many of his *ahem* ‘followers’ have, but to the point where I was embarrassed just when he’d look at me. I’d say I hid that fact damn well. I’ve hidden it for about a good seven or so years now. I turned my back to him and began to dig through the small sack I brought with me. Unfortunately, all the clothing brought with me was sorta scarce. A tee-shirt and shorts were all I had. I cursed under my breath and began to change. Not halfway between putting my shirt on did I feel someone staring at me. I pulled my shirt down and turned to glare. My head nearly collided with Sasuke’s and I jumped.


   “You’re very jumpy, dobe,” I stared at him like he was an idiot. And in my personal opinion, he is one, “Calm down. You act like I’m going to jump you or something,”


   I quickly changed the subject and pointed at him accusingly. “I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO TURN AROUND!”


   “You never said for how long and you never said that I couldn’t turn back around,”


   He got me there. I stuttered out a couple words, but couldn’t really form a come back. I puffed out my cheeks and crossed my arms. I must have looked like such a little kid to him. He chuckled silently as he watched me seethe in my rising anger. He turned away from me and rolled out a sleeping bag. A sleeping bag. He wanted me to sleep and yet he’s going to enforce it by only rolling out one. Yea, he’s gaining my trust back fast. Note, sarcastic remark number two. I went to crawl out the tent when Sasuke’s hand touched me for the third time. He grabbed the back of my shorts and wrenched my backwards. I landed square in his lap and looked up at him. Did I mention how much I disliked him being taller than me? Now it was only a four or five inch difference, but it still pissed me off. Anyway, back on track. I looked up at him and was greeted with a non-too-happy look. I gave him a look of my own. It felt like hours ticked instead of seconds as we sat there like that. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap and fought down a blush. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. A distant shuffling was heard and my shirt was taken off my head. A burning liquid was put on my wounds and I winced horribly. I was used to alcohol, but it took me by surprise. A soft clothe wrapped itself around my wounds and my shirt was replaced. I looked up at Sasuke again. He said nothing and his face was blank.


   He suddenly put his arms around my chest and laid back onto the sleeping bag before wiggling under the first fold. I struggled, weakly but I did, and went to get out. Sasuke wouldn’t let go and I felt like I should gnaw his hand off to teach him a lesson. Gnawing was good. No chakra and little strength? Try gnawing to escape! Haha corny commercial sorta thing. Plans always go interrupted, don’t they though? As soon as I felt the soft cushion, I felt all the fatigue pump back into me. I heard the zipper on the sleeping bag zip up. Sasuke shifted slightly and pushed me to one side of the bag, farthest away from the zipper mind you. Even if I wanted to get out, I couldn’t without disturbing Mr. Do-as-I-say-or-die next to me. I turned over so my back faced him. I knew why he was torturing me like this. It was his twisted payback. He thanked me, yes, but I quickly realized that it was just his way of saying ‘I’ll go easy on you,’. I curled up tightly and closed my eyes. Maybe he’d be in his own bed if I did this. Maybe, I’d magically get back to Konoha and end up in my pajamas in my own apartment with no care in the world. Then Tsunade-no-baachan would bust into the room yelling at me for being late to whatever meeting she scheduled while I fell out of my bed and I’m getting off track again… Fat chance, ne?


   Soon sleep consumed me and my breathing steadied. Sleep was good. Very good.



   I awoke to a slight rocking motion. I still felt the warmth of the sleeping bag around me, but something was absent. I yawned loudly and sat up a bit. Surprisingly, the trees moved passed me as I looked around. I felt taller too. I looked down to see sasuke… carrying me. I reacted on instinct as always.


   “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN!”


   A loud thump scared the birds out of the trees as he dropped me from his back. He turned to me and sighed in an irritated manner. I glared and shoved myself deeper into the sleeping bag. Only my eyes peered over the top to stare at him. A tense moment passed before he spoke up.


   “You want to get home, don’t you?” I nodded, “And you want to get home ASAP right?” Again, I nodded, “You’re still wounded…. Surprisingly enough… and your chakra’s still low. Now, tell me how you’re going to get home with that knowledge,”


   …He had a point. I looked around again and realized just how close to home we were. It was normally warm all year round in Fire Country, Konoha especially, but we did get frost every winter, sometimes it got so cold as to where it snowed. He must have started to walk early if he got this far. He loomed over me like a owl to a mouse. I sank down into the cushions more. Sasuke grabbed the zipper and yanked it all the way around, plunging me into darkness.


   I don’t know how long we walked or how long I struggled in that damn sack, but I knew when I hit Tsunade’s floor. I tumbled out of the sleeping bag and looked around in a daze. Sakura was by my side almost instantly to take care of whichever wounds didn’t heal. I saw Sasuke standing in front of Tsunade’s desk. Tsunade was yelling, but I didn’t really pay attention to that. Sasuke’s voice never came in and interrupted her as she yelled. Sakura-chan was asking questions next to me. I never answered them even when she waved a hand in my face. For some reason, I couldn’t attach myself to them or the office or anything at all. It was like I was still sleeping and looking around at everything like I’ve never seen it before. That’s when I began to get lightheaded then finally… nothing.

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A/N: First chapter out of… however many I decide to put up. Time for the checklist. Yes it sucks. Yes. It’s my first Naruto fanfic. Yes it’s my first yaoi fanfiction. Yes it’s my first mpreg. Yes it’s stupid and dumb and oddly worded and unclear, but deal with it. Tell me what I’m doing wrong and right and medium and medium right and medium wrong and…. I really, really hope people like this story even though it’s kinda…. I can’t think of a good word and I promise some things will be explained. I looked up some of the undertones of naruto, like the totally obvious fact that Kyuubi’s a red fox but people overlook it, and added some real world stuff in. For all of you that hadn't already guessed, the title(s) are based off of Three Days Grace's song titles. Credits all to them. I’ll try to update ASAP and I guess that’s all I have to say. ~Lithy