Nightmare Runaway

[Hello People!
This is a YAOI-fic written with the plot from a nightmare I've had. I added a few things, and yaoi-ized it, but the basic storyline is from my nightmare.
This is my first published Naruto-fic, so I would love some feedback on it!
I would greatly appreciate any reviews, ratings, criticism, anything!
I hope you enjoy reading this ^^ .]


Nightmare Runaway


It was dark. Dark and small. An unknown dark tangle of limbs. Sakura kept making these small sounds, whimpers and sobbing quietly. There was barely room enough for them both. She was laying partially on him, and she was practically radiating fear. Breathing fast and shallow, her warm breath ghosting on his neck. He was scared as well, yet strangely detached and calm. Like he was watching this in the television and thinking that this guy was in deep shit.

He tried shifting a bit to make himself and her more comfortable, but she just started freaking out even more, almost screaming and tried moving. But there wasn’t nearly enough room, and the position they were in became even more uncomfortable. He couldn’t feel his right arm any more. Blood flow had stopped hours ago. As his television-view started fading his pain and fear started clouding him again. He could feel every spot where a fist or a knee or a foot had connected in a non-gentle way with his body that day. Or night? He didn’t remember anymore.

When they started touching Sakura he had freaked. Started hitting and kicking anything and everything near him.

When he had heard that they had killed Sasuke he thought he had died himself. He couldn’t believe the bastard would go that far for some stinking firm and mansion. And the money, never forget the money.

Sasuke was his other part, his partner, his rival, his best friend, his lover ... His soul mate. Gone.

What had they been thinking when they killed him? That Naruto would give up everything because they killed his significant other? It had definitely had the polar effect. Now he had nothing to lose. Or so he had thought. Then they started threatening his friends. Even brought in his high-school crush Sakura, and raped her before his eyes. He hadn’t budged. He was entitled to his part of the deed that their father had left behind. Not that he would ever touch that piece of shit ever again, not for the price it had already cost him. He would burn the goddamn place to the ground and donate the firm to the poor or something.

He knew she was suffering. She had good reason to. But his emotions had died when he had been told about Sasuke. All that was left was television-angle, fear, pulls, pain and hate. He tried whispering comforting nonsense to her, stroking her cheek, calming sounds. She just panicked.

Suddenly the shutter opened and light flooded into the small space. Arms reached in and grabbed him, pulling him out, and when Sakura tried following she was pushed back.

He fell from the box-thing, dragged and pulled, landed on his side, but was hauled up to his knees. He was held firmly in place, one hand on each shoulder. He couldn’t see anything because of the light that assaulted his eyes. They had previously gotten used to the complete darkness, and now they struggled with the light. Suddenly the much-hated voice floated to him.


“Don’t keep him on his knees, it is not dignified. Pull him up. Come on little brother, here we go”


As the voice talked and he was pulled to his feet, he could little by little, start making out the face.

The handsome face: Flame-red hair, striking blue eyes, so much like his own and a scar marring the left cheek. It disrupted the perfection of his face, and yet only made it more beautiful. Handsome, and wild.

Naruto was snapped out of the trance when the hatch to his former prison, and Sakura’s current was loudly slammed shut. He looked left and right, looking first at Kisame and then at Itachi.

Itachi.. He had just stood by as his little brother was killed. Bastard. Coldhearted, money-grabbing bastard. He snarled then directed his burning look of hate to his own brother.

Blue found blue and a smile spread on the older face. Kyuubi made some movement with his hand, and the hands on his shoulders disappeared.

Naruto shifted his shoulders, rolling them to get rid of the bumps in the muscles; there were several cracks from joints. Then he straightened up, closed his eyes, breathed and then opened them and looked at his own personal devil.

Kyuubi just stood there smiling his handsome smile at him. He stepped closer, brought his hand to Narutos cheek. Like back then. The blue eyes looked down at him, arms gripped his shoulders in a loving manner and affection showered him from those royal eyes.

Kyuubi looked down and asked him the same question he had been asked for the past 48 hours. The answer had different wording as the past times, but with the same meaning:


“Fuck you”


Affection disappeared from blue eyes just as fast as it had appeared.


“Enter. Sasori!”


As Red-head entered, Kyuubi held Naruto firmly facing him towards the door, he was entering through.

Sasori pulled out a syringe and gave it to Kyuubi who playfully tabbed at the needle and then at the container, which held some clear liquid. He smiled at Naruto and the blue momentarily sparked with red.

Cold fear ran up and down Naruto’s spine. He really had hoped Kyuubi wouldn’t call for Sasori. He had seen what he could do, and didn’t need a reminder.

Itachi produced the same piece of document as he had 10 hours earlier. It was closely followed by a pen, and Kyuubi looked down at Naruto again.


“Now little brother; if you would be so kind as to put your signature on the line at the bottom and then this game can end. I don’t want to do this, but it’s the only way. Father should have known better than leaving you a piece of the company, you’re not old enough to run it. I will handle it, and you can go back to school and finish your studies.”


The contract would transfer Naruto’s part of the firm to Kyuubi, and leave him with nothing but his trust-fund. Bastard.


“Bite me”


Just as he had uttered those words he slammed his foot down on Itachis foot, kicked Sasori in the soft spot just beneath the ribs and elbowed his elder brother in the face. He could hear a horrible cracking-sound and his brother’s surprised yell which indicated that the nose was broken. Good.

As Kisame reached for his gun while Sasori and his brother fell to the floor, Naruto put his training to use, and kicked the gun out of his hand and managed to do a roundhouse kick which put Kisame on the floor as well. He opened the hatch and reached in for Sakura, but she just drew back, screaming and afraid. He felt like shit as he did it, but he turned and ran.

He left her behind.

Towards the door, pulled it open and continued running down the narrow white hallways. He could hear yelling as Itachi and Kisame picked themselves and their guns up and pursued. He made a right turn, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear gunfire behind him and prayed to some unknown god that they wouldn’t hit. Left turn, right turn, straight ahead, right turn.. It blurred and he had no feeling indicating where he was, or which direction he was heading.

Everything was narrowed down to his heartbeat, pulls hammering in his ears, and fear. All-gripping, all-crushing fear. The paranoia-feeling had closed down upon him and it sprang like fire in his chest. So intense, so frightening.

All the hallways looked identical. The only variation was the different air-photos of the same mansion, black-and-white pictures. No indication as to whether or not he was nearing the exit. Or the entrance, he didn’t care, anything that meant out.

Out, air, people, the public, eyewitnesses who would surely stop the thugs chasing him?

He just kept running in this seemingly endless white labyrinth and dodging bullets. Right, straight, right, left..

Suddenly he was in the lobby. Lobby! People, entrance, which meant freedom and escape. As he kept running though the doors and heard his name shouted, he quickened the pace and once outside, made a right turn and continued down the street. It was filled with people. Apparently it was day. He pushed through the masses and kept running, his sneakers making loud sounds as they hit the cobblestones of the sidewalk. He felt like he was making all the noise in the world. The crowds thinned out and he continued, turning right again at a corner. He could hear shouts behind him of people being shoved to the side by Itachi and Kisame. Why didn’t anyone stop them?!

He could feel his breath becoming heavier, and it hurt in his lungs. He was getting out of breath, and he knew that those assholes behind him wouldn’t stop before they caught him.

He had to make a decision, and fast. He spotted an open door to a stairway he ran inside and up the old wooden-staircase. He passed a couple of old ladies, but paid them no heed as he stepped onto the staircase. He ran up, up, up. He heard them enter the stairway as well, and just now it occurred to him that he had walked right in to a dead end. There was no way he could come down the staircase without them noticing. He came to a landing and spotted an old bookshelf of dark wood and hid behind it.

He could hear his heart beating in his ears, and fear threatened to flood his very being. Ice and fire was gathering in his chest, and kept tightening in on his heart.

Itachi and Kisame asked the ladies if a young blond man had entered, and they readily answered that, “yes, he looked like he was in an awful hurry”. They continued up the stairs with renewed speed, and ran right past Naruto and his bookshelf.

Across the landing Naruto spotted a lavatory, and when he was sure that they were at least a floor above him, he sneaked out of his hiding, and silently ran across to the room, when he closed and locked the door it made a distinctly loud noise. Shit! Why didn’t anyone grease the hinges on fucking doors and locks anymore?!

The noise of running feet stopped, turned and came down towards him.

‘Fuck. Shit! Fuck fuck fuck!!!’

There’s a window!

He pulls down the seat of the toilet and steps up to stand on it. As he opens the window, there’s a loud bang on the door and yelling.


“Come out Naruto, you’ve got nowhere to go!”


He looks down. Shit. Two storeys down. Can he make that jump?

The banging gets louder, and so does the shouting.

Fuck it, anything but return to that hell whole.

As he puts one foot the edge of the window he hears Kisames voice


“Let’s just shoot the fucking thing open”


He hears the sounds of the guns clicking and makes a decision.

He pushes from the window, and he floats through the air, scared shitless of the feeling. He hates heights, detests it almost as much as his brother. Fears it almost as much.

It’s not a good landing. He can feel pain shoot up his spine, and his left ankle is hating him intensely for that jumps, but mostly for the landing. Positively broken. Everything else is just hurting. Hurting and bleeding, from scratches and tears and cuts in his golden skin. There’s blood dripping on the cement, and threatening to run into his eyes from a cut in his eyebrow. It’s hurting so much he feels the urge to just lay there.

Maybe if he plays dead they will just leave? No they wouldn’t they would need his body for confirmation. His brother wouldn’t accept anything less.

As he gets up, he hears gunfire and the noise of a door being kicked in, and wood splinting and breaking the process.

Fear pumps through him, grips his heart and twists it. His lungs feel like they are frozen with it. He didn’t know fear could have an effect on temperature?

His breathing is short and shallow. His fear gives him the powers to stand up. He landed on concrete and there is a dock ahead of him.

He gets up, runs with his ankle screaming at him to stop, and jumps into the stinking blue-green water.

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[A/N: That's that.
I was really freaked when I woke from this, and my heart couldn't stop beating like I had just run a bloody marathon..
Anyway, review, review! ^^]