The Only thing I Ever Needed
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Chapter 1
EDIT; Some reason this chapter doesn't show up! I'm trying to fix the problem right now! But I have uploaded the chapter 1 & 2 so press to the next chapter link!
The Only Thing I Ever Needed (Was You)
1/ ?
Genre; General
WARNINGS; Angst, child abuse, yaoi (in the later chapters), shounen-ai etc. Don’t like? Then don’t read! NO flames! Every flamer are reported and tracked down!
Pairing(s); SasuNaruSasu (in the later chaps), a hint of Dei/Ita/Haku triangle.
Summary; He couldn't understand how all ended this way nor how all became to be. All he knew was the pain and hate from those around him. Trust was something out of reach for those small hands of his. He was afraid. Can he ever trust that gentle smile of stranger to help him out of the darkness?
A/N; This is my third Naruto fanfiction, but my first serious one. I’m planning to update this whenever I can and have inspiration to write a new chapter. I have drawn a little plot to this, but it’s not final. I’m writing this and see where the plot goes from there. This is AU, which at first it wasn’t supposed to be. I wanted this to be very much cannon, but… what can I say..
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter so far. This was supposed to be longer, but I cut it, leaving the other part to the next chapter. Before anything I apologize for OOC for some characters if not all. For now, please enjoy and Review after this. I would LOVE to read your comments and thought about this. Also, suggestions for plot are also welcomed! Critic is also welcome with suggestions!
But PLEASE, NO FLAMING, NOR TELLING ME THAT CHARACTERS ARE NOT GAY NOR THEY DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU WANT THEM TO ACT!!! THIS IS FAN FICTION AND MY STORY! NOT YOURS!
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Voices. Dark, filled with hated echoed through the park as he sat alone behind a large bush, trying to hide from them. His tiny feet and hands were bruised. They hurt. A quiet sob escaped thou his bruised lips, making him wince in pain. Tears ran and sting his blue eyes, one of them marked swollen, angry red.
His tiny body shivered in fear as the voices grew louder and foot steps came near. He tried to hold his sobs and breath, willing for those voices to go away, begging silently for no more.
The foot steps grew nearer and stopped. The bush he had been hiding at was thorn apart as group of older kids stepped on it, laughing as they was the small boy look up in fear.
”There you are, monster! Were you trying to hide from us, eh?” One of the boys grinned, making the others in the group laugh.
”Don't think we can let you get away, without punishing you, bastard,”
”Yeah, don't think we can forgive you yet for stealing apples from our tree,”
The small boy trembled, trying to apologize, to tell them that he had been hungry, hoping for them to understand, but no voice rose from his throat. Fear has paralysed him.
Suddenly one of the boys swing his foot, hitting on his stomach, making him gasp as the wind was knocked out. Fresh tears burned his eyes.
Another kick, this time to his side.
Then another and another.
A hit from fist to here and there, left bruises to his small body. He heard something crack and he tasted blood in his mouth. He coughed, trying to take a deep breath, to get some air in to his lunges but found it too difficult. It hurt too much.
A laugher echoed the park as dizziness made his head spin and vision blur. Black dots danced on his vision as he tried to stay awake.
”Monster, don't you dare to show your face around us again!” Angry voice from one of the boys and hard kick on his head was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him...
When he woke up it was already dark. A cold wind flew by, making him shiver. He tried to get up but found it difficult to do so. He rolled on his back and looked at the sky, seeing dark clouds gathering around. It would be raining soon, he knew. It was bad, that he also knew. He should find shelter before he got sick. He tried to get up once more, finding it more difficult than before. Slowly, but surely, he leaned against a tree behind him, holding his broken wrist against his chest, biting his lips willing not to cry.
‘I’m not a cry baby. I must be strong! Just as I promised to mama,' He though, looking down at his wrist, feeling the familiar sting of tears gathering in his eyes, ' No! I won't cry! I'm already six! Boys do not cry!' He told him self, feeling first drops of late summer rain fall on his bare legs, one of them being broken from the beating.
‘I can't go anywhere to find shelter from the rain, ' He thought, never voicing his thoughts, in fear of someone finding him and beating him again. His throat was already too sore to speak anyway; a pair of angry red hand marks tattooed his throat.
His eyes gazed the dark clouds as his stomach made a growling sound. He was hungry, but couldn't move. He looked around quickly, before taking a half eaten candy bar from his torn shorts pockets, eating it slowly, hoping it would ease the hunger if only so long he could move again.
The rain came heavier, colder, making him shiver and cuddle close to the tree. He curled underneath it, hoping to warm up a little as the dizziness came back along with a need to puke. The world started to spin around him. He closed his eyes, willing it to stop, only to open them quickly as he heard foot steps coming closer.
'They are coming back!' A whimper escaped through his pale lips, his eyes growing wild in fear as the steps grew closer and closer. He quickly got up, wincing at the pain at his sides. He leaned against the tree, his breathing coming out ragged. He could taste the blood in his mouth.
He looked around trying to see through the darkness and rain. Turning his head to the left he saw a young man walking towards him. He had a white mask hanging around his neck as he looked around, only to stop as he was the younger boy leaning against the tree. The man's eyes widened at the sight and he quickly made his way towards the boy.
The boy’s eyes grew wild in fear as the man suddenly started to run towards him. He made a sound close to a whimper as the man stopped in front of him.
‘Please, don't hurt me!' He pleads quietly in his mind, shaking in fear as the man kneel before him. He raised his hand, making the boy flinch in fear and close his eyes.
‘He is going to hit me!'
But to his surprise the young man put his hand on his head, petting his hair.
”Are you alright, kid?” The man asked, sounding serious.
The boy opened his blue eyes and looked up at the man, shaking in fear as he took a better look at the stranger. The man had a long dark brown hair which he held up on ponytail. He was dressed into an ANBU clothes, that much the boy knew, and had a white ANBU mask hanging loosely on his neck. The boy looked at his eyes, but it was too dark to see clearly which color they were. He guessed they were dark brown or dark green.
”Kid?” The man repeated, making the boy snap out of his thought.
‘Who is he? I have never seen him before,' He thought, opening his mouth to answer the stranger, but then closed it quickly as pain throbbed through it, making his eyes water up.
The stranger turned his gaze away from the boy’s eyes to his throat and made a hissing noise as he saw the bruises there.
”That looks really nasty. Can you walk, kid? I need to get you to the hospital to check out those wounds you have. Your parents must be worried of you,” The man spoke.
'Mama? She isn't here anymore... I don't have a family....' He wanted to say as tears started to run down his face, making him sob quietly.
”Hey, hey! Easy now. It's ok! Everything is fine now. Don't cry,” The man tried to calm the boy down, sounding a little panicked,” Are you lost? Where to do you live?”
The boy shook his head, ' I don't have a home. Please, no hospital. They'll hurt me,'
The man sighed and looked at the boy, ”How about if you'll come over to my place so I can treat your wounds, how about that? And tomorrow you can tell me where you live, alright kid?”
The boy looked up at the stranger. A house? Home? Spending a night in a real house? In a warmth like everyone else? He wanted to say yes, but he was afraid that once the man knew who he was, he would hurt him like the others at the village. He shivered, both in fear and cold. He thought for a while. He had never seen what it looked like inside those nice and warm looking houses at the village. It would be worth it, even if he would get beaten, to just once, this one time, to see what it looked and felt inside.
The boy closed his eyes and nodded his head, trying to get up, but the pain in his leg made itself known. Another, pained, whimper let itself loose through his lips as he fell down. He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact but it never came. He opened his eyes as he felt warm arms holding him up, keeping him from falling down.
”Caught you just in time,” The man let a small smile play on his lips as he suddenly picked the boy up into his arms, holding him bridal style as he begun to walk towards the village.
The blue eyes grew wild, both, in fear and surprise as he took a hold on the man's jacket with his unhurt arm. As if sensing the boy's thoughts the stranger let out a light chuckle, ”Don't worry, I won't drop you,” The boy looked at the man's face. He liked the warmth the man's body offered. A tiny smile broke on his face as he felt his blue eyes grow heavy. A small yawn was let out loose as his eyes closed, the slow beat of the man's heart lulling him into a sleep....
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Ame [The evil all mighty author]; So, how does people like it so far? Can anyone guess who the mysterious ANBU person is?
Deidara [plays with his clay ] ; Can I answer to that?
Ame; No.
Haku; [rolling his eyes ]: Oh dear.
Sasuke; [looks around] Why am I here?
Ame; [ smiles ] just because… [ turns to readers ] please review!
Ja ne until the next chapter!
[ Chapter 1 uploaded 17th of June 2007]
[ Chapter 1 deleted and then edited on 1st of May 2008]
The Only Thing I Ever Needed (Was You)
Genre; General
WARNINGS; Angst, child abuse, yaoi (in the later chapters), shounen-ai etc. Don’t like? Then don’t read! NO flames! Every flamer are reported and tracked down!
Pairing(s); SasuNaruSasu (in the later chaps), a hint of Dei/Ita/Haku triangle.
Summary; He couldn't understand how all ended this way nor how all became to be. All he knew was the pain and hate from those around him. Trust was something out of reach for those small hands of his. He was afraid. Can he ever trust that gentle smile of stranger to help him out of the darkness?
A/N; This is my third Naruto fanfiction, but my first serious one. I’m planning to update this whenever I can and have inspiration to write a new chapter. I have drawn a little plot to this, but it’s not final. I’m writing this and see where the plot goes from there. This is AU, which at first it wasn’t supposed to be. I wanted this to be very much cannon, but… what can I say..
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter so far. This was supposed to be longer, but I cut it, leaving the other part to the next chapter. Before anything I apologize for OOC for some characters if not all. For now, please enjoy and Review after this. I would LOVE to read your comments and thought about this. Also, suggestions for plot are also welcomed! Critic is also welcome with suggestions!
But PLEASE, NO FLAMING, NOR TELLING ME THAT CHARACTERS ARE NOT GAY NOR THEY DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU WANT THEM TO ACT!!! THIS IS FAN FICTION AND MY STORY! NOT YOURS!
Voices. Dark, filled with hated echoed through the park as he sat alone behind a large bush, trying to hide from them. His tiny feet and hands were bruised. They hurt. A quiet sob escaped thou his bruised lips, making him wince in pain. Tears ran and sting his blue eyes, one of them marked swollen, angry red.
His tiny body shivered in fear as the voices grew louder and foot steps came near. He tried to hold his sobs and breath, willing for those voices to go away, begging silently for no more.
The foot steps grew nearer and stopped. The bush he had been hiding at was thorn apart as group of older kids stepped on it, laughing as they was the small boy look up in fear.
”There you are, monster! Were you trying to hide from us, eh?” One of the boys grinned, making the others in the group laugh.
”Don't think we can let you get away, without punishing you, bastard,”
”Yeah, don't think we can forgive you yet for stealing apples from our tree,”
The small boy trembled, trying to apologize, to tell them that he had been hungry, hoping for them to understand, but no voice rose from his throat. Fear has paralysed him.
Suddenly one of the boys swing his foot, hitting on his stomach, making him gasp as the wind was knocked out. Fresh tears burned his eyes.
Another kick, this time to his side.
Then another and another.
A hit from fist to here and there, left bruises to his small body. He heard something crack and he tasted blood in his mouth. He coughed, trying to take a deep breath, to get some air in to his lunges but found it too difficult. It hurt too much.
A laugher echoed the park as dizziness made his head spin and vision blur. Black dots danced on his vision as he tried to stay awake.
”Monster, don't you dare to show your face around us again!” Angry voice from one of the boys and hard kick on his head was the last thing he heard before darkness swallowed him...
When he woke up it was already dark. A cold wind flew by, making him shiver. He tried to get up but found it difficult to do so. He rolled on his back and looked at the sky, seeing dark clouds gathering around. It would be raining soon, he knew. It was bad, that he also knew. He should find shelter before he got sick. He tried to get up once more, finding it more difficult than before. Slowly, but surely, he leaned against a tree behind him, holding his broken wrist against his chest, biting his lips willing not to cry.
‘I’m not a cry baby. I must be strong! Just as I promised to mama,' He though, looking down at his wrist, feeling the familiar sting of tears gathering in his eyes, ' No! I won't cry! I'm already six! Boys do not cry!' He told him self, feeling first drops of late summer rain fall on his bare legs, one of them being broken from the beating.
‘I can't go anywhere to find shelter from the rain, ' He thought, never voicing his thoughts, in fear of someone finding him and beating him again. His throat was already too sore to speak anyway; a pair of angry red hand marks tattooed his throat.
His eyes gazed the dark clouds as his stomach made a growling sound. He was hungry, but couldn't move. He looked around quickly, before taking a half eaten candy bar from his torn shorts pockets, eating it slowly, hoping it would ease the hunger if only so long he could move again.
The rain came heavier, colder, making him shiver and cuddle close to the tree. He curled underneath it, hoping to warm up a little as the dizziness came back along with a need to puke. The world started to spin around him. He closed his eyes, willing it to stop, only to open them quickly as he heard foot steps coming closer.
'They are coming back!' A whimper escaped through his pale lips, his eyes growing wild in fear as the steps grew closer and closer. He quickly got up, wincing at the pain at his sides. He leaned against the tree, his breathing coming out ragged. He could taste the blood in his mouth.
He looked around trying to see through the darkness and rain. Turning his head to the left he saw a young man walking towards him. He had a white mask hanging around his neck as he looked around, only to stop as he was the younger boy leaning against the tree. The man's eyes widened at the sight and he quickly made his way towards the boy.
The boy’s eyes grew wild in fear as the man suddenly started to run towards him. He made a sound close to a whimper as the man stopped in front of him.
‘Please, don't hurt me!' He pleads quietly in his mind, shaking in fear as the man kneel before him. He raised his hand, making the boy flinch in fear and close his eyes.
‘He is going to hit me!'
But to his surprise the young man put his hand on his head, petting his hair.
”Are you alright, kid?” The man asked, sounding serious.
The boy opened his blue eyes and looked up at the man, shaking in fear as he took a better look at the stranger. The man had a long dark brown hair which he held up on ponytail. He was dressed into an ANBU clothes, that much the boy knew, and had a white ANBU mask hanging loosely on his neck. The boy looked at his eyes, but it was too dark to see clearly which color they were. He guessed they were dark brown or dark green.
”Kid?” The man repeated, making the boy snap out of his thought.
‘Who is he? I have never seen him before,' He thought, opening his mouth to answer the stranger, but then closed it quickly as pain throbbed through it, making his eyes water up.
The stranger turned his gaze away from the boy’s eyes to his throat and made a hissing noise as he saw the bruises there.
”That looks really nasty. Can you walk, kid? I need to get you to the hospital to check out those wounds you have. Your parents must be worried of you,” The man spoke.
'Mama? She isn't here anymore... I don't have a family....' He wanted to say as tears started to run down his face, making him sob quietly.
”Hey, hey! Easy now. It's ok! Everything is fine now. Don't cry,” The man tried to calm the boy down, sounding a little panicked,” Are you lost? Where to do you live?”
The boy shook his head, ' I don't have a home. Please, no hospital. They'll hurt me,'
The man sighed and looked at the boy, ”How about if you'll come over to my place so I can treat your wounds, how about that? And tomorrow you can tell me where you live, alright kid?”
The boy looked up at the stranger. A house? Home? Spending a night in a real house? In a warmth like everyone else? He wanted to say yes, but he was afraid that once the man knew who he was, he would hurt him like the others at the village. He shivered, both in fear and cold. He thought for a while. He had never seen what it looked like inside those nice and warm looking houses at the village. It would be worth it, even if he would get beaten, to just once, this one time, to see what it looked and felt inside.
The boy closed his eyes and nodded his head, trying to get up, but the pain in his leg made itself known. Another, pained, whimper let itself loose through his lips as he fell down. He closed his eyes, waiting for the impact but it never came. He opened his eyes as he felt warm arms holding him up, keeping him from falling down.
”Caught you just in time,” The man let a small smile play on his lips as he suddenly picked the boy up into his arms, holding him bridal style as he begun to walk towards the village.
The blue eyes grew wild, both, in fear and surprise as he took a hold on the man's jacket with his unhurt arm. As if sensing the boy's thoughts the stranger let out a light chuckle, ”Don't worry, I won't drop you,” The boy looked at the man's face. He liked the warmth the man's body offered. A tiny smile broke on his face as he felt his blue eyes grow heavy. A small yawn was let out loose as his eyes closed, the slow beat of the man's heart lulling him into a sleep....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ame [The evil all mighty author]; So, how does people like it so far? Can anyone guess who the mysterious ANBU person is?
Deidara [plays with his clay ] ; Can I answer to that?
Ame; No.
Haku; [rolling his eyes ]: Oh dear.
Sasuke; [looks around] Why am I here?
Ame; [ smiles ] just because… [ turns to readers ] please review!
Ja ne until the next chapter!
[ Chapter 1 uploaded 17th of June 2007]
[ Chapter 1 deleted and then edited on 1st of May 2008]