Back to Hell, I Mean School
By: Shozetsku
Disclaimer/Warnings/Authoress Notes/Summary:

I do not own Naruto, I own my ideas and my made up names. Please don't sue me I am a penniless fanfiction writer and you won't get anything anyways.

Shonen ai, non-con, cursing, loads of angst, violence, flashbacks, AU, material that some might find to be disturbing, and definite OOC-ness; I make no claims to being in character in this fic, actually if they end up being so, I've done something wrong.

I want it clear, this is a YAOI fic! Don't you dare read this and call me sick because it's your option to hit that convenient 'back' button. Also, this is not a happy fic, I don't claim it to be; there will be drama and lots of it. If you have a problem with any of this I implore you NOT to read this. To all of you who don't give a damn, sorry about the delay, on with the ficcie!

Naruto's life sucked in a different way then most people would expect. His parents both died the day he was born, he has a demon inside him, and from his eighth to his twelfth birthday he can't remember anything. Or rather something happened that he doesn't want to remember. Naruto is now going to high school, a real high school, and nothing scares him more then who he might find there.

Prologue: Bad news and Worse Memories

Naruto got home, kicked off his shoes, and threw his bag in the general direction of his desk through the right-hand door. "Oji-san! I'm home!" he called as usual, so far his whole day had been pretty routine, he went to see tutor for his mandatory hell--Education, had an appointment with his psychiatrist, and hopped the train home.

But there was no sarcastic "Oi, Naruto! Get your ass in here and help me cook dinner or you won't get any!" Instead his uncle's voice was deflated, if downright upset and soft like he was apologizing with every word. "Naruto come to the Kitchen, we need to talk."

Naruto started feeling like something bad was going to happen; warily he did as he was told. There, at the table, was his uncle. On the table was a mess of papers and envelopes. There was nothing to indicate that they were having dinner that night Naruto noticed, looking around the familiar room. His uncle saw what he was looking for, "I thought we'd eat out tonight, you can pick the restaurant."

Normally this was wonderful news but Naruto neither liked the look on his uncle's face nor the tone in which he said it. Again it was like going out to eat was to apologize for something. Naruto was coming to dread whatever it was his uncle was going to tell him. "It's about the bills."

That was all Naruto needed to hear, he sat down across from the older man. He knew his uncle was going to beat around the bush; he hated giving bad news as much as Naruto hated hearing it. "Naruto, we nee to have a roof over our heads, we need to have electricity, running water, and heating. We need to pay for your psychiatrist because your mental health is so important to me. We need to have money to eat. But what we don't need is your tutor, you just feel more comfortable going to one... Naruto, at this point, I can't pay for all the things we need and for your tutor. Not if you want to eat."

"I need to go on a diet anyways!" Naruto said a little louder than necessary but this was only out of fear, he didn't like what his uncle was getting at. But his only reply was a small mirthless laugh, "Naruto, the day you give up food is the day I do, and that is never going to happen." He paused, "But there are two options, but you won't like either of them at all."

Naruto's expression darkened but he said nothing, "I..I could use the money in 'THAT' account to pay your tu-" Naruto did speak this time, "I'm not going to let you pay my tutor with that dirty money! I never wanted it! It's for you so I can take good care of you when you're an old fart, like you did for me when I was a baby..." Naruto trailed off, he had just reminded himself of two of the worst times of his life.

"Then, I'm sorry Naruto, but the only other option is to send you to a real school again." He looked at his nephew, his eyes were glassy, and he looked as though he was about to cry, but neither of them had cried in years...

"I...I just can't! He'll be there! Even if he isn't, it'll feel like it! Behind every door... around every corner... behind me... watching me... Oji-san, I'll break if I go back... I can't do it, I'm too afraid of him."

"It sounds to me like you've already given up..."

Naruto looked at his uncle warily, he knew that tone, if there was on thing his uncle never tolerated, giving up was defiantly in the top five. Naruto sat up straighter, and tried to convince his uncle that he wasn't giving up. But his uncle held up an hand to stop him, "We're going to be fair about this, you're no just going to suddenly go to a real school; not many schools will take you because of the lawsuit and all, but there is one..."

Naruto sat farther back in his chair away from his uncle; surely the old-man had finally cracked, right? He couldn't be talking about... "Oji-san, you can't be talking about Takeuchi high! Of all the school's he'll be there!"

"Naruto, how do you even know he's not still in that juvenile facility?" Naruto was getting angry at his Oji-san for treating him like a child.

"I'm not a moron, Oji-san! I read the newspaper article, he got out about a year ago for good behavior and glowing reports of rehabilitation form his psychiatrist! I still have to see mine! But the reason the story made the front page is because less then a week after he left the facility his roommate hanged himself! 'Wherever he goes he leaves destroyed lives in his wake it seems' the receptionist was reported to have said. And after that she got fired! I read the story carefully Oji-san, I'm no fool!"

Naruto heard the ringing silence that filled the room after he stopped speaking, when had he started shouting? When did he stand up?

"Naruto if there is another way I'm not seeing please tell me! If there is any way, ANY WAY to get around this just tell me! I don't want to send you there, so don't make me out to be the bad guy."

Everything Naruto had wanted to yell at his uncle died in his throat. He looked at the man who had raised him from birth and wanted in any and every way possible to take back the hurtful words he had said. He went to his uncle and hugged him, he started shaking; he was scared, scared of what the future held for him.

"I-I-it'd be pretty ridiculous for anyone else to be so scared of just going to school, ne Oji-san?" he said with an equally shaky voice.

"For you its ok Naruto, for anyone else, they're a chicken-shit." He said kindly. Naruto laughed, "You're funny Kyuubi oji-san."

"So are you, but looks aren't everything." Was the reply. Naruto pushed his uncle away and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "That was mean Oji-san."

"So, are we gonna go out for some ramen?" Naruto asked tentatively, his uncle nodded and Naruto began to smile a bit. For right now he had the prospect of yummy ramen to distract him from his utter fear of going back to a real school and the chance that he might see Itachi again.

Naruto's heart stopped, he had not remembered his name in years, this was bad. The fear came flooding back to him noises filled his head, images flashed before his eyes, and he remembered exactly what had happened to him when he was eight years old. The horrible truth pushed through his every attempt to fight it back down.

He was raped...

By Itachi.

End the drama here!

Oh, by the way, Oji means uncle. Just in case you wondered. And no, Naruto's Oji-san is NOT Actually the Kyuubi but his actual uncle that I made up. But I'll get into that in later chapters if I am convinced to continue this story.

If you do or don't like it please tell me what you honestly think. This is my first attempt at real angst and I want to do my best at it. ... Oh yeah, this story is dedicated to my friend Kyuu-san, my beta and fellow angst lover! Hope you like it Kyuu-san!

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