Haroooo minna-saaaaaaaan!!! 33 It's polly here with another enriching fanfucktion for my poor, poor Naruto fandom!! I wrote this a long time ago and have been posting the chapters one by one on my GreatestJournal, but I felt I was totally ignoring and lurking my favorite FanFiction!! So I've decided to post this story... very... slowly. Leave a review if you care to read!! =nn=
Disclaimer: I own Naruto? More like-- Naruto PWNZ MY SOUL
Warnings: SasuNaru. Just to get that out of the way... Kinda crappy writing because, well, it's POLLY. Also SasuIno, SasuSaku, GaaNaru, etc etc. Y'know, all the people that try to get between Naruto and Sasuke. And completely and totally AU.
I thought I was going to die in that dungeon.
I'd spend hours simply lying out on the floor, listening to the soft tipping of water leaking from the drain pipes that lined the gloomy ceiling. A week ago I would probably be retching from the stench that overpowered the room and overwhelmed the senses of any decent man to enter. All previous traces of decency have been washed out of me, I suppose. I felt as though I would willingly eat a rat should one somehow pass by. I'd dissect its parts and taste each individual organ to ease my boredom. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Familiar footsteps filled my ears. It was the nurse arriving for a daily checkup on her prisoners. I closed my eyes in hopes she would pass me off as dead and move on. As the footsteps came to a halt beside me, I heard a long exasperated sigh from the woman beside me. Yes, I'm afraid I am dead. You can leave now.
"Naruto, get up and follow me," she said softly, kicking her toe into my side. I squirmed. Apparently, a gallon of depressant medication each day wasn't enough to halt the fact that I was ticklish.
I shot up on the floor, gruffly ruffling my blond hair-- which was now dimming in color-- with both hands as I blinked my tired eyes open to regard the pink-haired nurse, Sakura. Slowly, her beautiful form shifted into focus. She was frowning at me, and I frowned back, taking her hand as she pulled me into a standing position. I swear I must have stared at her face for sixty whole seconds.
"You're beautiful, y'know," I said absentmindedly while dusting off my dirty orange jumper.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Not beautiful enough to be attractive..." She then began to walk away, clutching a dusty clipboard to her chest.
"To good men like Sasuke?" I asked almost bitterly. It was a well known fact that the nurse had taken a liking to the strange man who wandered into our town last month-- as did every young girl who laid eyes on him. Uchiha Sasuke. Hmph. What was so cool about him anyway?
Sakura chose to ignore me and keep walking.
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. "You don't like me." And I stumbled after her.
She led me to her little laboratory, up the stairs, down the hall, through the left corridor, under the bridge, and a little to the left of the kitchen. I never ceased to marvel at the fine furniture and decoration of the castle. It was so different from what I was accustomed to, and it was especially different from the prison I often occupied. And yet you could tell the two were of the same architecture. The stone which built the floors and walls of both were the same dark shade of greenish aqua. And the constant pitter patter of water could still be heard throughout.
We finally reached the laboratory that smelt like blood. A smell similar to the air in the dungeon, actually. I wondered if they kept dead bodies in here.
As I was surveying the environment, Sakura went ahead to rummage through the cabinets. She was looking for her syringe.
"Please sit down on the bed," she said as she brought the syringe and squeezed out some of the formula. She didn't bother to apply alcohol. I was nothing but a prisoner after all. The rum should be saved for the king and his dinner parties. I winced as my arm was punctured and I felt liquid jetting through my blood.
"Owww..." I groaned as Sakura took out the syringe and blood began to trickle from the wound. My vision began to blur as it had every other day at this time. Desperately, I tried to cling onto the image of the pink-haired girl in front of me, but it was fading quickly. "Wh-why do I have to get injected everyday anyways?" I mumbled.
Sakura frowned, putting the syringe aside. "Orders from the doctor. You're insane. You know that, right?"
I nodded dumbly. That was why I was brought here.
"Yeah, well, the doctor says your thoughts are too radical and have to be depressed or something like that." She was packing things into a black thing. And I could see no more. "I don't think it's helping. You're still a nut."
I grinned, my eyelids growing heavier. "Haha. Yup." It wasn't my fault I was insane. Or so they said. I thought I was a pretty okay guy.
"But then again, I didn't know you before you started taking medication, so I can't be sure."
"I don't remember anything before my medication anyways." There was nothing but a large blank space in my memory-- as though upon the road I were brought to a cliff leading into a large ravine. Sometimes at night I would remember little bits and pieces of a childish peasant life, but other than that, I only knew this prison. I often wondered what had brought me to this castle in the first place.
There were perhaps two or three large blobs in my line of vision at this point. I blindly swung a hand in front of me, silently hoping Sakura would catch it in her delicate hands. I heard the snapping of latex gloves and the rattle of the trash can.
"Sasuke says he's coming to visit later," Sakura then said almost gleefully.
Sakura never made conversation with me unless she was truly excited about something. Like a hanging at the gallows. Or Sasuke.
"He says he plans on checking on Gaara." Gaara was one of the older prisoners-- the most popular one on highest medication. Sakura made a strange girlish noise. A squeal, I should think. "I hope I get to speak with him!! He's so handsome, and I hear he's quite rich!!"
And I didn't make much of it at that time. Scholars, physicians, doctors, and royalty of all kinds often visited this castle to see the insane and the psychotic. Gaara was a fabled specimen (or so I'd heard-- I'd never actually spoken with the guy), so a wealthy upper class man visiting would not have been out of the ordinary.
Simply routine, I'd say. The day to day privileges of residency in a mental asylum.
Then, later on in the day-- right around suppertime after I had been led back to my cell-- Grand Lord Uchiha Sasuke IV finally arrived at our humble castle. His carriage man, an upstanding gentleman named Hatake Kakashi, had deliberately slammed every door open so that the whole building would jolt as he did it. I could hear it from my cell.
I was throwing pebbles at the ceiling, only slightly curious as to why they never seemed to drop back down, when I heard the slamming of doors grow louder and closer. It seemed as though there was no stopping Sasuke's horrendous wrath. His snooty Victorian rich-like boots' tapping did all but drive me crazy. His pace never seemed to slow down as I heard him pass by cell after cell after cell.
Glasses kid... Snake molester... Dog boy... Cherry face...
Then I noticed there was someone else with him. The carriage man had long trailed behind, but someone was following Sasuke with much lighter steps. A woman, I thought to myself.
Finally, the grand lord waltzed his fine rich ass into my part of the corridor, and I got my first look at him by simply watching him pass by. He was indeed accompanied by a woman. A blond woman whose hair had been tied in a ponytail save for one lock of hair straying before her face. But that was not whom I was concerned with. It was the man called Uchiha Sasuke who was so interesting.
If I hard to sum up him up in one word, I... couldn't. Proper and businesslike. Tall and sophisticated. Cold and uninterested. He seemed bored. And it was obvious by the look in his eyes that he saw us as inferior. He thought we were stupid. He believed we were retarded farm animals or something.
And, for some reason, he decided to stop and look into my cell.
"...Hello," I said dumbly.
The blond woman seemed to draw back upon hearing my voice, and the Uchiha visibly flinched in a combination of surprise (that a retarded creature could speak) and disgust (that a retarded creature had spoken to him). As though I were a decapitated eel writhing on the cold wet floor.
I licked my lips as a mental image of steaming eel floated in my mind tauntingly like fog upon the morning lake. Then I began staring at the dark and proper robes worn by the lord and his wife, drooling at the thought of having that much wealth. I immediately collected myself and slurped up my drool as I realized how big a fool I must have seemed.
"Sorry," I apologized. "The shots they give me--" I pointed to my arm. "--kinda mess with my head." I grinned goofily, trying to be as friendly as possible. The couple smiled back at me, obviously trying their best to be friendly as well. Their expressions were like all other visits-- if you ignored the absolutely smug smirk on the lord's fair and pretty face.
"Is that so?" said the pretty one known as Uchiha. I shivered as his deep rich voice met my delicate virgin ears. Okay, so maybe I understood why women would fall for a guy like this. Hell, I was feeling a little uncomfortable in my pants, and I was another guy, for chrissakes.
The dark-haired gentleman then lounged his way over to the bars of my cell. Reaching through the dark rusty pillars, he signaled for me to approach him, the smirk still glaring hauntingly from his fine lips.
"Come over here," he softly said.
I obeyed, crawling on my knees towards him-- more curious than anything else. He pulled his hand back, and I wondered if he had some sort of dead eel in his palm and if he'd let me eat it. As I said, this happened right before suppertime, so I was famished. I looked up into his eyes-- like black diamond.
"You're insane, you say?" he asked me as though amused by the fact. His dark coal eyes glimmered.
I nodded curtly.
Then he brought his hand up again, this time reaching through the bars to touch my face. My eyes widened a bit (as did the azure eyes of the Uchiha's mistress) for no one ever dared to lay a hand upon the potentially dangerous. Tenderly, he traced his thumb across the whisker-like marks on my cheek. I blushed as he whipped a small pink tongue across his fine lips and back again into his mouth. Nervously, I looked to his mistress, whom did not seem perfectly okay with her husband's strange method of scrutiny.
'What is he doing?' I wondered.
He lifted my chin up so my eyes were set perfectly upon his, and our faces were close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath. I certainly wasn't breathing though.
Finally, he parted his lips and commented, "A fine boy, indeed." I blushed. "Tell me, is your idiocy induced by the medication or are you always like this?"
I snarled, truly offended by that comment.
"Snooty rich bastar--"
"I vote for the latter," the blond woman said, raising a gloved hand with a strange grin.
I snarled at her as well.
"Poor thing. Sakura was right about him-- he's delightfully stupid." 'Sakura? Said something about me?' Was it the same Sakura I had pined after for the past two weeks? The blond woman then broke into a very feminine laugh, her hand at her mouth to seem more polite.
Sasuke coughed out a "heh."
"Wh-what did Sakura say about me?" I asked nervously. I was almost certain my eyes gave off the impression that I was attempting a puppy dog look because that's what I felt like.
Grinning, the Uchiha slowly replied, "The stupid-faced blond guy with three whiskers on each cheek."
"An annoying voice and a closet queer," said the woman. "You're probably as attracted to my Sasuke as the rest of the women, aren't you? Are you as desperate as Sakura?" She sounded almost offended.
"What? No! I--" I was even more surprised when I saw the Uchiha quickly lick his lips once again. Dammit, did he have to draw attention to such an area? Ugh. And I was getting a headache from the medication.
"It's a shame that you're a boy," Sasuke commented.
"Shut up..." I muttered. Had he only come to torment the prisoners and see how angry they could become? Was he trying to tamper with my anger just to see when I would snap?
"You'd make an adorable little girl."
"Sasuke!" the woman shrieked.
"Shut up!" I blurted out, my head not willing to bear another one of those high-pitched squeals. Then I covered my mouth in embarrassment. I had no idea why I was suddenly so angry.
There was a silence after that.
My eyes were growing heavy again, so I tore my chin out of Sasuke's grasp and laid back onto the dungeon floor with my hands behind my messy head of blond hair. I hadn't showered in days, I realized, as my hair had long lost its normal spiky status.
Looking back at the Uchiha, I saw a slight look of bewilderment upon his flawless features. For a long while (long enough for the woman to begin tapping her foot in impatience), Sasuke kneeled outside of my cell and watched me as I tried to fall asleep. What was I? An animal at the zoo?
"Sasuke... Let's go..." the woman-- Ino was her name-- whispered as she tugged at her husband's sleeve. As though snapping out of a daze, Sasuke shot up from the ground and, dusting himself off, took his wife by the elbow and walked away. But before he left the room, he asked me a question.
"How long have you been kept here, Naruto?"
I still wonder where he got the nerve to call me by my first name. But I guess, in essence, it was his arrogance-- merely who he was. I had no right to judge him by that.
My voice was soft as I sheepishly turned away.
"...I don't know."
Uweeeeeeeeee TwT First chapter done!! I'm so used to my YYH fandom that I always scroll to the end of the list of Anime series when I submit a story, but then I remind myself that Naruto starts with an "N"! And N is in the middle of the alphabet! Like Captain N or Nny!! Oh well Leave a review if you find the time? I know I've been a huge lurker on FF.Net, but that doesn't mean I want you to be!!!
Disclaimer: I own Naruto? More like-- Naruto PWNZ MY SOUL
Warnings: SasuNaru. Just to get that out of the way... Kinda crappy writing because, well, it's POLLY. Also SasuIno, SasuSaku, GaaNaru, etc etc. Y'know, all the people that try to get between Naruto and Sasuke. And completely and totally AU.
I thought I was going to die in that dungeon.
I'd spend hours simply lying out on the floor, listening to the soft tipping of water leaking from the drain pipes that lined the gloomy ceiling. A week ago I would probably be retching from the stench that overpowered the room and overwhelmed the senses of any decent man to enter. All previous traces of decency have been washed out of me, I suppose. I felt as though I would willingly eat a rat should one somehow pass by. I'd dissect its parts and taste each individual organ to ease my boredom. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Familiar footsteps filled my ears. It was the nurse arriving for a daily checkup on her prisoners. I closed my eyes in hopes she would pass me off as dead and move on. As the footsteps came to a halt beside me, I heard a long exasperated sigh from the woman beside me. Yes, I'm afraid I am dead. You can leave now.
"Naruto, get up and follow me," she said softly, kicking her toe into my side. I squirmed. Apparently, a gallon of depressant medication each day wasn't enough to halt the fact that I was ticklish.
I shot up on the floor, gruffly ruffling my blond hair-- which was now dimming in color-- with both hands as I blinked my tired eyes open to regard the pink-haired nurse, Sakura. Slowly, her beautiful form shifted into focus. She was frowning at me, and I frowned back, taking her hand as she pulled me into a standing position. I swear I must have stared at her face for sixty whole seconds.
"You're beautiful, y'know," I said absentmindedly while dusting off my dirty orange jumper.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Not beautiful enough to be attractive..." She then began to walk away, clutching a dusty clipboard to her chest.
"To good men like Sasuke?" I asked almost bitterly. It was a well known fact that the nurse had taken a liking to the strange man who wandered into our town last month-- as did every young girl who laid eyes on him. Uchiha Sasuke. Hmph. What was so cool about him anyway?
Sakura chose to ignore me and keep walking.
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. "You don't like me." And I stumbled after her.
She led me to her little laboratory, up the stairs, down the hall, through the left corridor, under the bridge, and a little to the left of the kitchen. I never ceased to marvel at the fine furniture and decoration of the castle. It was so different from what I was accustomed to, and it was especially different from the prison I often occupied. And yet you could tell the two were of the same architecture. The stone which built the floors and walls of both were the same dark shade of greenish aqua. And the constant pitter patter of water could still be heard throughout.
We finally reached the laboratory that smelt like blood. A smell similar to the air in the dungeon, actually. I wondered if they kept dead bodies in here.
As I was surveying the environment, Sakura went ahead to rummage through the cabinets. She was looking for her syringe.
"Please sit down on the bed," she said as she brought the syringe and squeezed out some of the formula. She didn't bother to apply alcohol. I was nothing but a prisoner after all. The rum should be saved for the king and his dinner parties. I winced as my arm was punctured and I felt liquid jetting through my blood.
"Owww..." I groaned as Sakura took out the syringe and blood began to trickle from the wound. My vision began to blur as it had every other day at this time. Desperately, I tried to cling onto the image of the pink-haired girl in front of me, but it was fading quickly. "Wh-why do I have to get injected everyday anyways?" I mumbled.
Sakura frowned, putting the syringe aside. "Orders from the doctor. You're insane. You know that, right?"
I nodded dumbly. That was why I was brought here.
"Yeah, well, the doctor says your thoughts are too radical and have to be depressed or something like that." She was packing things into a black thing. And I could see no more. "I don't think it's helping. You're still a nut."
I grinned, my eyelids growing heavier. "Haha. Yup." It wasn't my fault I was insane. Or so they said. I thought I was a pretty okay guy.
"But then again, I didn't know you before you started taking medication, so I can't be sure."
"I don't remember anything before my medication anyways." There was nothing but a large blank space in my memory-- as though upon the road I were brought to a cliff leading into a large ravine. Sometimes at night I would remember little bits and pieces of a childish peasant life, but other than that, I only knew this prison. I often wondered what had brought me to this castle in the first place.
There were perhaps two or three large blobs in my line of vision at this point. I blindly swung a hand in front of me, silently hoping Sakura would catch it in her delicate hands. I heard the snapping of latex gloves and the rattle of the trash can.
"Sasuke says he's coming to visit later," Sakura then said almost gleefully.
Sakura never made conversation with me unless she was truly excited about something. Like a hanging at the gallows. Or Sasuke.
"He says he plans on checking on Gaara." Gaara was one of the older prisoners-- the most popular one on highest medication. Sakura made a strange girlish noise. A squeal, I should think. "I hope I get to speak with him!! He's so handsome, and I hear he's quite rich!!"
And I didn't make much of it at that time. Scholars, physicians, doctors, and royalty of all kinds often visited this castle to see the insane and the psychotic. Gaara was a fabled specimen (or so I'd heard-- I'd never actually spoken with the guy), so a wealthy upper class man visiting would not have been out of the ordinary.
Simply routine, I'd say. The day to day privileges of residency in a mental asylum.
Then, later on in the day-- right around suppertime after I had been led back to my cell-- Grand Lord Uchiha Sasuke IV finally arrived at our humble castle. His carriage man, an upstanding gentleman named Hatake Kakashi, had deliberately slammed every door open so that the whole building would jolt as he did it. I could hear it from my cell.
I was throwing pebbles at the ceiling, only slightly curious as to why they never seemed to drop back down, when I heard the slamming of doors grow louder and closer. It seemed as though there was no stopping Sasuke's horrendous wrath. His snooty Victorian rich-like boots' tapping did all but drive me crazy. His pace never seemed to slow down as I heard him pass by cell after cell after cell.
Glasses kid... Snake molester... Dog boy... Cherry face...
Then I noticed there was someone else with him. The carriage man had long trailed behind, but someone was following Sasuke with much lighter steps. A woman, I thought to myself.
Finally, the grand lord waltzed his fine rich ass into my part of the corridor, and I got my first look at him by simply watching him pass by. He was indeed accompanied by a woman. A blond woman whose hair had been tied in a ponytail save for one lock of hair straying before her face. But that was not whom I was concerned with. It was the man called Uchiha Sasuke who was so interesting.
If I hard to sum up him up in one word, I... couldn't. Proper and businesslike. Tall and sophisticated. Cold and uninterested. He seemed bored. And it was obvious by the look in his eyes that he saw us as inferior. He thought we were stupid. He believed we were retarded farm animals or something.
And, for some reason, he decided to stop and look into my cell.
"...Hello," I said dumbly.
The blond woman seemed to draw back upon hearing my voice, and the Uchiha visibly flinched in a combination of surprise (that a retarded creature could speak) and disgust (that a retarded creature had spoken to him). As though I were a decapitated eel writhing on the cold wet floor.
I licked my lips as a mental image of steaming eel floated in my mind tauntingly like fog upon the morning lake. Then I began staring at the dark and proper robes worn by the lord and his wife, drooling at the thought of having that much wealth. I immediately collected myself and slurped up my drool as I realized how big a fool I must have seemed.
"Sorry," I apologized. "The shots they give me--" I pointed to my arm. "--kinda mess with my head." I grinned goofily, trying to be as friendly as possible. The couple smiled back at me, obviously trying their best to be friendly as well. Their expressions were like all other visits-- if you ignored the absolutely smug smirk on the lord's fair and pretty face.
"Is that so?" said the pretty one known as Uchiha. I shivered as his deep rich voice met my delicate virgin ears. Okay, so maybe I understood why women would fall for a guy like this. Hell, I was feeling a little uncomfortable in my pants, and I was another guy, for chrissakes.
The dark-haired gentleman then lounged his way over to the bars of my cell. Reaching through the dark rusty pillars, he signaled for me to approach him, the smirk still glaring hauntingly from his fine lips.
"Come over here," he softly said.
I obeyed, crawling on my knees towards him-- more curious than anything else. He pulled his hand back, and I wondered if he had some sort of dead eel in his palm and if he'd let me eat it. As I said, this happened right before suppertime, so I was famished. I looked up into his eyes-- like black diamond.
"You're insane, you say?" he asked me as though amused by the fact. His dark coal eyes glimmered.
I nodded curtly.
Then he brought his hand up again, this time reaching through the bars to touch my face. My eyes widened a bit (as did the azure eyes of the Uchiha's mistress) for no one ever dared to lay a hand upon the potentially dangerous. Tenderly, he traced his thumb across the whisker-like marks on my cheek. I blushed as he whipped a small pink tongue across his fine lips and back again into his mouth. Nervously, I looked to his mistress, whom did not seem perfectly okay with her husband's strange method of scrutiny.
'What is he doing?' I wondered.
He lifted my chin up so my eyes were set perfectly upon his, and our faces were close enough to feel the warmth of each other's breath. I certainly wasn't breathing though.
Finally, he parted his lips and commented, "A fine boy, indeed." I blushed. "Tell me, is your idiocy induced by the medication or are you always like this?"
I snarled, truly offended by that comment.
"Snooty rich bastar--"
"I vote for the latter," the blond woman said, raising a gloved hand with a strange grin.
I snarled at her as well.
"Poor thing. Sakura was right about him-- he's delightfully stupid." 'Sakura? Said something about me?' Was it the same Sakura I had pined after for the past two weeks? The blond woman then broke into a very feminine laugh, her hand at her mouth to seem more polite.
Sasuke coughed out a "heh."
"Wh-what did Sakura say about me?" I asked nervously. I was almost certain my eyes gave off the impression that I was attempting a puppy dog look because that's what I felt like.
Grinning, the Uchiha slowly replied, "The stupid-faced blond guy with three whiskers on each cheek."
"An annoying voice and a closet queer," said the woman. "You're probably as attracted to my Sasuke as the rest of the women, aren't you? Are you as desperate as Sakura?" She sounded almost offended.
"What? No! I--" I was even more surprised when I saw the Uchiha quickly lick his lips once again. Dammit, did he have to draw attention to such an area? Ugh. And I was getting a headache from the medication.
"It's a shame that you're a boy," Sasuke commented.
"Shut up..." I muttered. Had he only come to torment the prisoners and see how angry they could become? Was he trying to tamper with my anger just to see when I would snap?
"You'd make an adorable little girl."
"Sasuke!" the woman shrieked.
"Shut up!" I blurted out, my head not willing to bear another one of those high-pitched squeals. Then I covered my mouth in embarrassment. I had no idea why I was suddenly so angry.
There was a silence after that.
My eyes were growing heavy again, so I tore my chin out of Sasuke's grasp and laid back onto the dungeon floor with my hands behind my messy head of blond hair. I hadn't showered in days, I realized, as my hair had long lost its normal spiky status.
Looking back at the Uchiha, I saw a slight look of bewilderment upon his flawless features. For a long while (long enough for the woman to begin tapping her foot in impatience), Sasuke kneeled outside of my cell and watched me as I tried to fall asleep. What was I? An animal at the zoo?
"Sasuke... Let's go..." the woman-- Ino was her name-- whispered as she tugged at her husband's sleeve. As though snapping out of a daze, Sasuke shot up from the ground and, dusting himself off, took his wife by the elbow and walked away. But before he left the room, he asked me a question.
"How long have you been kept here, Naruto?"
I still wonder where he got the nerve to call me by my first name. But I guess, in essence, it was his arrogance-- merely who he was. I had no right to judge him by that.
My voice was soft as I sheepishly turned away.
"...I don't know."
Uweeeeeeeeee TwT First chapter done!! I'm so used to my YYH fandom that I always scroll to the end of the list of Anime series when I submit a story, but then I remind myself that Naruto starts with an "N"! And N is in the middle of the alphabet! Like Captain N or Nny!! Oh well Leave a review if you find the time? I know I've been a huge lurker on FF.Net, but that doesn't mean I want you to be!!!