Oh, Please

By Hunni Bunches of Lucien

2010

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Author's Note: Please excuse my late update. Q A Q I had a hard time writing this. I actually had this written for about a month after chapter 1 was released, but felt it jumped too far into the story. So I put it off as chapter 6. Then I decided to try to write something else. That didn't work and then I had plot bunnies messing with my writing and ideas, so up and Little Wonders was born.

Yeah. I have no good excuse for this late update. I have no clue when the next chapters will come out. I have school to deal with and I'm about to move back to the states.

Warnings: Language, verbal and physical abuse, implied sexual abuse, and a little drug mentioning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the music that will be mentioned in this story. Nor the drug or the phone or the car.

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Chapter 2: The Love of a Father

If there was one thing Naruko could say about her father, was that he was a self-righteous bastard. He never stopped for second to think about his daughter. The only time he ever gave a shit about Naruko was when he was drunk and was pissed off. In his book, everything bad in life was Naruko's fault. If the show was getting bad ratings, Naruko would be backhanded until she was bleeding. When she was lucky, she would be slapped a couple times. Her father even occasionally would sexually abuse her. That was something you rarely ever saw. Her father would only do that if he was frustrated in a sexual sense. That would never happen. He was on a porn show for God's sake

Naruko sat behind her door, tears streaming down her swollen and bruised cheeks. Her father screamed at her from behind the door. Yelling profane words and slowly beating her door down. Naruko put her hands on her ears trying to block out the screams.

'It'll end soon! Iruka will come get me! Kakashi can hit the bastard a little, and then I'll be home free!' Naruko cried mentally, 'Then he'll be gone! I have him sent to jail for life! Just please someone help!'

When she heard the loud thump against her door, she knew he was out. He finally passed out from the alcohol. At least now she knew that when he woke up she wouldn't be in a vicinity of him. Naruko let out a sigh of relief as she spotted Iruka's silver Camry pull up into a parking space. She grabbed her duffel bag and ran for her life. Kyuubi wasn't exactly the one to be down for the count for long. In fifteen minutes he'd be up and prepared to yell at the poor girl. Naruko hoped when the bastard woke up he'd feel like shit and as guilty as she was when she chose not live with Iruka when her mother died. If she had chosen to stay with Iruka, she wouldn't have such an abusive life. She might have been able to live peacefully. But she said no. For that, all the possibilities slipped away from her grasp.

When she jumped into Iruka's car, the man looked her over. She looked distressed and hurt. Her cheeks began to bruise a dark purple.

"Step on it! The bastard will be up in ten minutes if you don't hurry!" Naruko practically begged. Iruka nodded and began to pull out.

Iruka looked at her from the corner of his eye. Her eyes were puffy. Her tan skin was a mixture of red and purple. Her clothes were slightly torn, mainly where her breasts were. 'Minato must have been pretty mad today…' he let the thought drift off. After every intense beating, the poor man had to add some form of harassment to prove that his daughter was just some "cock hungry slut like her mother", as Minato put it. It mainly involved him ripping her clothes in places he knew men would love to touch her. His lighter beatings didn't involve this. When he was drunk off his ass was when it occurred more.

"I'm sorry for being late. Kakashi got a little grabby. Were any of them over yet?" wondered Iruka. Naruko shook her head softly and clutched her bag harder.

"If they were, I wouldn't be clean," she whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear.

Iruka's eyes widened. He pulled into a gas station down the road from her apartment building. He put the gear shift into park. "What do you mean you wouldn't be clean?" he seethed. His anger was rising. Iruka knew Naruko's father and his friends weren't the safest people to be around.

Naruko closed her blue eyes. "You know what I mean…The man was drunk when I got home. His friends from work were coming over. They smoke a couple joints and drink…Then they do things…I'm just lucky I got out with a couple bruises…" she whimpered as tears began to slide down her cheeks once more.

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Naruko shuddered at the memory from 3 years ago. It was the main reason why she rarely came home. After that day, Kyuubi's beatings were harder and more intense. He never went easy on her. She learned that she didn't bruise as easy from the slams, slaps, and choke holds she received every time her father glanced at her. She always asked Iruka to get away from her father. It was mainly when he was either stoned or drunk. Sometimes even both. When he wasn't, he was never home.

"So, Naruko, are you Iruka's adopted daughter?" a man named Gaara asked as the blonde haired girl played with the food on her plate. Naruko looked up. All the eyes were focused on her, including Iruka and Kakashi.

She smiled. "Sort of, it is not official, though. They were kind enough to let me stay with them. My father isn't a good man. You might have heard of him before," she said trying to be polite, "His name is Kyuubi Namikaze.

Gaara's eyes dimmed. "Yes, we had the pleasure of meeting once," he spat, "He reminds me of someone…"

Naruko took a bite of the spaghetti and nodded. Once she finished chewing she continued to speak. "Pleasure should not be the right word. It should be we had the pain of meeting once, while he was drunk, stoned, or whatever the hell else he had-"

"Naruko!" Iruka yelped, "Not the time to be speaking like that!"

Naruko frowned. "Please excuse my behavior, Iruka; Mr. Gaara. I should not have brought up the topic." she droned.

Iruka sighed. That man really did not set a good example for his daughter to follow. "By the way, Naruko a young man named Sasuke called. He wanted to know when you wanted to go out with him."

Naruko glowered at her plate. She growled lowly, ignoring the statement. She finished the last meatball on her plate. After she finished chewing, she stood up. "I'm finished eating. It was a pleasure to meet you all. I'll be up in my room if you need me." she giggled and nodded.

As she climbed the stairs she felt her energy drain from her body. She hated the feeling of being surrounded by so many people. She especially hated being surrounded by people who claimed to have the same experience as her. No one has ever been in her place. No one had an abusive father who put more time into his stupid porno than raising his only daughter. That was left to someone else. That person disappeared ten years ago.

Ten long years filled with abuse.

She silently closed her door. She slid down the red painted wood. Her chest tightened as her held back tears finally surface. She numbly turned her stereo on. Keeping it on a low volume, so only she could hear it.

Please, please, forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe someday you'll look up

And barely conscious, you'll say to no one

"Isn't something Missing?"

Naruko let out a soft whimper as she reached for a bottle. The sticker read "Citalopram (Celexa)." She thought real hard for a moment. She was thinking whether or not she should take the pill. Kiba was nice enough to score a bottle for her. Now, she had to come to a conclusion. She sighed and threw the bottle at her window. She heard a crack but didn't look up from her lap.

You won't cry for my absence, I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I so unimportant?

Am I so insignificant?

Is something missing?

Is someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me; not now

Though I'd die to know you love me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

Naruko breathed. She dug for her phone. Her little Motorola Razr she had a few missed calls from her friend, Kiba. She contemplated calling him back. When she tried to get up, she decided she didn't have enough energy to try. She just had too much that she was thinking about. Tomorrow she'd ask Iruka to miss school, knowing her father would try to rip her throat out. Tomorrow was a day her father regretted ever having her. He knew where she'd be if she went to school. She knew so much better. She wanted to live.

Please, please forgive me

But I won't be home again

I know what you do to yourself

I breathe and cry out

"Isn't something missing?

Isn't someone missing me?"

It was going to be a tough day tomorrow. She'd have to extra careful. Her father would be anywhere at that school. That would only be if Iruka said no.

"Fuck…" she breathed, "Mom…"

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"Please, Iruka! You do know what day today is, right!" Naruko moaned.

Iruka looked at her. She was pleading with her eyes, or at least it was the look she gave every time she wanted something. "I'm quite aware. I stand by my decision now go get ready."

Naruko moaned in disappointment and dragged her feet up the stairs. Iruka walked to the stairs. He chuckled and shook his head. The chuckled was cut short.

'What's today's date?' he wondered. He looked on the calendar conveniently place on the refrigerator. "March 17th…" he read. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it felt like it was important. He shrugged it off. He looked back at the stove and went back to cooking.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter. I still gotta think of the next chapter. I just thought that this would be good place to stop with out having to write too much. The beginning of the chapter wrote itself, but the part about March 17th really threw me off. So, don't really expect a big update anytime soon

This chapter was dedicated to Naruko since the couple chapters were about Sakura. I wanted to go in depth about Kyuubi and Naruko's relationship. It's not very lovable. There are a lot of details that I haven't put in here. It does seem like I put a great deal in here…But this story isn't going to very long. I'm not going to write more 15 chapters for this story. A reviewer found it interesting about Naruko and her father. I also have some things to cover about Sakura.

Also, Citalopram is an antidepressant that is used for major depression, anxiety, panic disorders, ADHD, PMDD, and Body Dysmorphic Disorder, OCD, and reduces diabetic neuropathy, and premature ejaculation. Another name for it is Celexa and Cipramil. You can read more about it on Wikipedia.

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