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This is Not a Game [Complete]	By : JaydenNara Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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The feedback for the last chapter was overwhelming, thanks so much everyone! Keep it up!
I was working on a chapter for valentine's day, but I didn't get it done in time, so it'll have to be belated. Sorry! I'll get it out asap though, I promise.
As for this chapter...

Taking One for the Team
Two and a half weeks had passed since the surprise party thrown in Kyuubi's honour. Sasuke was still carefully concealing his feeling for his blond friend, but this was becoming increasingly difficult. The usually impassive raven was finding himself smiling more around the Uzumaki. Occasionally he would slip up and laugh, or joke with him. Emotions that he had never dreamed of feeling were slowly surfacing. It was undetermined how much longer he could hold out against the overwhelming urge to claim the vulpine boy.
It was Thursday night, Sasuke found himself at home after carefully dodging Naruto's offers to hang out after school. Itachi was off somewhere with Kyuubi, again. The two had become even closer since their spontaneous first date. As happy as the younger raven was for his brother, Sasuke couldn't help but be jealous. He wanted what Itachi had, he wanted to call someone his.
This brought Sasuke to where he was currently. He had rushed through dinner, and half heartedly teased this older sibling while he was getting ready for his date about making sure to wait until he was ready and not let Kyuubi push him into anything.
The comments from his little brother would have normally bounced off the long haired raven, but Sasuke had struck a nerve. As it was, Itachi had asked the older man to take it slow, use to people becoming involved with him for his money and name. While Kyuubi seemed supportive, the Uchiha heir was worried he may lose the fiery redhead.
Noticing the stiffness in his brother, Sasuke had backed off, and watched him rush from the house upon his dates' arrival, leaving him alone with his thoughts once again. This brought him to his current seat at his window, watching the clouds move across the sky, the moonlight occasionally disappearing, plunging the world before him into darkness.
Two hours were wasted doing absolutely nothing but mull over his feelings and thoughts before he finally decided to end his suffering. Trading his school clothes for a pair of flannel sleep pants, he climbed into bed, pulling the blankets tightly around himself. After an hour of tossing and turning, he finally fell into a restless sleep.

Naruto bolted out of his bed, a hand blindly seeking the source of the ear-splitting wail to his right, the other wiping the sleep from his eyes. The clock on his bedside table read two thirty in the morning.
One of the many sensors around the perimeter of the Uchiha Manor had been tripped, sending the alert to his phone. Switching off the alarm, he looked over the report. The intruder entered at the north east corner of the compound.
He dialled the security detail monitoring the Uchiha's from just outside the gates. With the phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder, Naruto brought up the camera's on his laptop. The front and back door cams registered no one.
"Naruto," said a voice in the blonde's ear. "The team is moving in."
"Keep me posted Sora."
"Nar!" Kyuubi yelled, bursting into his brothers' room. "Check out camera seven."
Switching screenshots, Naruto stopped on the suggested camera. His jaw dropped open, his eye widening to comic proportions. "Tell the men to stand down," he ordered. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away the nightmare unfolding before him. "It's a false alarm. Reset the sensor."
"Who is she?" the older Uzumaki asked curiously.
Naruto groaned at the familiar redhead trying to stealthily make her way through the mansion. "You've got to be kidding me," Naruto moaned in frustration, hanging up his cell and holding his head in his hands. "Her name is Karin, and she's a high school student."
Joining his brother on the bed, Kyuubi sat next to the blond, watching the teen make her way to her destination. "Poor kid," mumbled the redhead, assuming her target was Sasuke. "He's like a freaking rock star without the music."
Sure enough, the obsessive redheaded teen located the youngest Uchiha's bedroom, and snuck inside. After closing the door softly behind her, she slowly began to strip off all her clothes, leaving them in a pile just beside the door. The smile on her face sent shivers down the spines of the two men watching her in disgust.
Slinking across the room, she quietly climbed onto the bed. Moving slowly, and carefully she straddled the sleeping Uchiha's hips. Her hands moved over the pale chest, faintly luminous in the moonlight filtering through the window. She moaned wantonly, grinding down on the unconscious Uchiha.
"Oh Sasuke," she groaned. "I'm here. I'm going to make you feel so good baby."
Naruto's fists clenched, his nails biting into the palms of his hands. "Fuck!" he yelled. "He's going to be so freaked out after this! God damn it. He deserves so much better than this." He turned, punching the headboard, the entire bed frame shuttering from the impact.
Shooting his brother a worried glance, Kyuubi reached over and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Naruto may not have realized his feelings, but the redhead knew. "Relax Nar," he murmured soothingly. "You know it will be fine in the end."
Naruto continued to seethe as he watched the girl on the screen molest his friend in his sleep.
Karin leaned forward, brushing her naked breasts against the pale chest, her breath coming out in soft pants as she continued to grind into the hardening cock of her obsession. "Oh god," she moaned, leaning in and nibbling the raven's ear. "Ahhh..."
Onyx eyes flew open, the lean body of the Uchiha jerking, sending the panting girl tumbling to the floor tangled in the bedsheets. "Itachi!" he screamed in terror, his eyes darting around his room. Stumbling out of his bed, he ran for the door just as it burst open.
Itachi felt the trembling body of his baby brother crash into him. Holding the slightly smaller frame securely against his bare chest, his coal black eyes swept across the room searching for any sign of danger. He piercing gaze fell on the red haired girl struggling to free herself from the tangle of sheets.
On the other side of the camera, Kyuubi was in hysterics, his laughter coming in wheezes as he struggled to contain himself. Naruto on the other hand was growling angrily, he couldn't be there to help the youngest Uchiha.
"Sasuke-kun, my love," she gasped finally freeing herself from her cotton restraints. "I'm sorry for startling you, I only meant to surprise you."
"You stay away from him you crazy bitch," Itachi snarled, his grip tightening around the violently shaking boy in his arms. He tilted his head towards the door behind him, listening to the footsteps rapidly moving closer. "Father, call the police," he called out, his eyes never leaving the trespasser.
Naruto, Kyuubi and Itachi all watched in awe as Sasuke composed himself and pushed himself out of his brother's hold. He turned to face his attacker, steeling himself, his fear carefully locked away. "Karin," he growled, a dangerous and dark aura encircling him. The naked teenager shook with fear as the youngest raven's intense gaze fell over her. Even Itachi shivered at the malice in his baby brother's voice. "I am not yours; I will never be yours or any other girl at that godforsaken school. I loathe you and any other person that thinks that I am just some thing they can claim. Do you understand? I hate you, you disgust me!" he spat as the redhead fell to the floor, reduced to nothing but a pathetic snivelling mess.
The three that witnessed the outburst were shocked into silence. Sasuke, though he could take care of himself, and often did snap at undeserving people like the bastard he was, had never taken a stand against his obsessive fans. For him to confront one of his greatest fears showed the change that was starting to overtake the young raven.
Striding forward, Sasuke grabbed the quivering girl by her revolting hair, dragging her to her feet. Keeping a firm grip on the girl, he pulled her from the room, brushing past his brother.
"Sasuke?" Itachi whispered, trailing after the lived teen.
"I've had enough," the boy snarled. "It's about time I took a stand and fought my own battles. I should be capable of deal with pesky little girls on my own. I shouldn't have to rely on others."
Through the camera's strategically placed throughout the house, the two Uzumaki's watched the teen drag the screaming, and crying girl down to the front entry of the house, tossing her still naked, on the cold marble floor for the police to collect.
"I never want to see you near me again," he barked at the shaking body on the ground. "Do you understand?" He waited for her to nod before turning and walking back to his room.
"I think Sasuke just grew up," Itachi stated calmly to his father.
Fugaku nodded. "I think you're right," he replied, a hint of pride in his voice.
"I think so too" murmured the blond agent to the screen, his brother nodding enthusiastically beside him.

Shikamaru stepped out of his favourite restaurant, his best friend, and owner of the establishment, at his side. The two had met up to catch up. It wasn't often they both had the free time to see each other.
Akimichi Chouji knew of the Nara's lifestyle and position in LEAF, and was one of the few civilians to be acquainted with several of the agents, including his own father. He had been friends with Shikamaru since birth, as well as knowing Kiba, and Naruto, thereby knowing several other agents including Kyuubi, Kakashi, and various others, even from other agencies.
Once graduated from high school, Chouji had endeavoured to open his own restaurant. After several highly successful small businesses and with the help of his friends, he was finally the proud owner of The Butterfly, number one for fine dining in Konoha. It was almost impossible to get a reservation unless you wanted one three months from the date called, but Chouji's friends were always welcome. All they had to do was walk through the door and they would be seated at a permanently reserved table.
Shikamaru chatted amiably with his childhood friend, standing under the awning of the restaurant. Hugging his stocky friend, he said his goodbyes, and turned to head back towards headquarters.
A black sedan with tinted windows pulled around the corner, tires screeching. Both teens heads snapped up at the noise. A window was rolled down as it came closer, and a woman with flaming pink hair, and dark skin leaned out of the window.
"Chouji, run!" Shikamaru yelled at his friend, reaching for his gun.
"Orochimaru has a message for Naruto," the tanned woman shriek over the noise of the car. "See that you deliver it for him."
The sound of the gun being fired was all that was heard before Shikamaru fell to the cold hard ground. The gun he had pulled, too slow, clattered uselessly to the concrete beside him. His vision was blurring as the car made it's get away, screeching around the next corner. The Nara could hear people screaming around him as Chouji rushed to his side.
"Shikamaru," cried the brunette, tears streaming down his face as he pulled his best friend into his arms. "Hold on, okay, just hang in there. You're going to be fine." He could feel the warm blood of his friend seeping around his fingers as he tried to apply pressure to the wound.
The injured agent screamed in pain as his friend tried to stop the freely flowing blood. "Speed dial two," the pony tailed raven slurred, his arms moving clumsily, trying to reach his phone. "Call speed dial two." The genius fell limp, drifting into darkness.
Chubby hands dug through the Nara's pockets, desperately searching for the agents phone. Wrapping a chubby hand around the device and pulling it out, Chouji vaguely wondered who speed dial one was as he called the requested number.
"Shikamaru," a voiced answered when the line was picked up.
"This is Akimichi Chouji, agent Nara has been shot."

Naruto leaned back in his chair, ignoring his third period professor as usually. He was trying to spin his pencil between his thumb and index finger one hundred times in a row. He'd managed to hit seventy two so far. Groaning out of pure boredom and frustration, he looked over at his companion. Beside the blond, his raven haired friend sat sketching a rather impressive nine tailed fox.
It was 'Kyuubi no kitsune' from an ancient Japanese legend, Naruto had told Sasuke the story a few days ago in an attempt to explain his obsession with the animal, and his brothers' name. When asked about his own name, the blond had become rather quiet, brushing it off, giving the impression to Sasuke that it was a sore subject.
So far today, the young Uchiha had been more confident when it came to his fans, at least in one on one, or one on two situations. Neji and Gaara had been shocked, and Naruto proud. The raven was learning to cruelly snub the opposite sex when they forced unwanted attention on his person.
"S'uke," whined the Uzumaki. "I'm bored entertain me!"
"Hn."
"I need something to do. I'd do anything for something exciting to happen right now."
As if on cue, Naruto's phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling out his cell, not giving a damn if the teacher saw, he realized it was a phone call. He frowned; no one ever called him during the day. They all knew to send texts while he was on duty at school. He glanced over at Sasuke to see the other teen was watching him curiously.
He flipped open the phone. "Hello?"
"Uzumaki!" the teacher yelled. "How dare you disrupt the class! Detention! Hang up your phone immediately and bring it here." The angry professor growled when he was ignored.
"Naruto," Tsunade barked through the small speaker. "I need you to get to the medical center, now. Shikamaru has been shot and is in critical condition."
"What!" The entire class was now watching him, eyes wide, jaws hanging open. Only Sasuke seemed unperturbed by the odd behaviour. "Have you called Kiba," the tanned blond inquired urgently.
"No, should I? Just get here."
"Never mind, I'll do it," he muttered. "What happened?"
"We don't know exactly. Chouji is still in shock, and Nara wasn't conscious."
"I'm on my way." He hung up without another word and turned to the Uchiha sitting quietly beside him. "Tell Gaara I'm going to the medical center, and ask him to take care of my shit. He'll know what I mean."
"Sure."
At the front of the room, the teacher was screeching about lack of respect and what had become of this generation. No one in the class was even listening to him; their focus was on the new kid causing trouble.
Flipping open his phone again, he dialled Kiba while packing up his books. "Kiba, get to the medical center ASAP," he ordered, as he made his way to the front of the class.
"Mr. Uzumaki, what do you think you are doing?" the teacher yelled, his face turning a nasty shade of purple. "Sit down this instant." He choked on his spittle as the blond waved him off, ignoring his demands completely.
"I don't give a damn what you're doing right now, Shikamaru has been shot." An enraged cry was heard through the speaker of the phone by everyone in the room before Naruto disappeared leaving the class and teacher gaping at the space he previously been occupying.
Staring at the empty seat beside him, Sasuke found himself wondering what type of people him and his brother had gotten themselves involved with. Everyday normal teens did not rush out of class because their friend had been shot.

A small group sat silently in the waiting room of the LEAF Medical Center. Shikamaru was in surgery, and that was all they knew.
Nara Shikaku, Shikamaru's father and LEAF'S advisor to the Hokage, sat with his wife, Yoshino. Both were sitting, their hands tightly clinging to the others. No news had filter down to them yet, all they could do is wait while their only son battled for his life. The only comfort they could take was in the fact that Tsunade herself had taken his case; she was the number one doctor in all Konoha and the five great nations.
Across the room from the Nara's sat Chouji, wrapped in several blankets, trying to calm down, and stop shaking. Watching his best friend dying right before your eyes was a bit more than he could handle. This was precisely the reason he didn't follow in the footsteps of his father, and work for the agency. He didn't want to see death; he had always been a gentle giant.
Naruto sat away from the others, elbows resting on his knees, head in his hands. He was anxious to find out why he was called. It didn't add up. Shikamaru had not been on duty or sent out on a mission. He had been out with an innocent civilian, having lunch when he had been gunned down on a public street in broad daylight. No one had any grudges against the teen either, he rarely took field missions, and when he did, he covered his tracks, well. Shikamaru wasn't called a genius for nothing.
The doors at the end of the hall burst open to reveal a red faced, panting Inuzuka. Everyone turned to him expectantly, but upon realizing who it was, turned back to their own grief.
"Where is he?" the tracker yelled. "What's going on? He should have been safe!" He continued to scream, tears falling without his consent.
Jumping to his feet, Naruto grabbed the ranting teen and pulled him into the nearest seat, sinking into one next to the tattooed boy. "He's in surgery. We know nothing as of yet other than he's still alive. If he wasn't, we would have been told by now." He put an arm around his friend, giving the hyperventilating boy an awkward hug.
"Oh god, Naruto," the brunette sobbed. "What if he doesn't make it? I'll have lost my chance to tell him I love him. What do I do? I'm so stupid."
"He'll be fine," the Uzumaki reassured, even though he had no idea himself. "Shikamaru is strong. He might be a lazy bastard, but he's a fighter, especially when it comes to people he loves."
The minutes turned into hours, and before long, the young Nara had been under the knife for what seemed like ages, even though it was only three and a half hours. By this time, Kyuubi had joined in the silent vigil as they waited for news, good or bad.
Finally, after hours of muffled sobbing and hushed conversation, the double doors leading to the OR swung open to reveal a worn out Tsunade. She moved forward, taking in the rag tag group as she peeled off her bloodied gloves, her smock and scrubs equally as bloodied.
She stopped in front of the small group that had over time had drifted together in one corner of the room. "The bullet grazed a rib splintering part of it, and narrowly missed a lung," she explained, her voice tired and strained. "He was lucky. We managed to remove the bullet and the bone shards, but he lost a lot of blood. He's stable, but chances are he won't regain consciousness for another twelve hours at least. I suggest you go home and rest."
"Can we see him?"

Shikamaru looked so small and helpless in the hospital bed, draped in white cotton sheets and hooked up to various beeping machines. Kiba was almost brought to tears at the sight of his love so broken before him. If Shikamaru knew how emotional they all were over his state of affairs, he would have called them all troublesome. Even in his sleep, the lazy teen looked annoyed, and bored.
The group sat around the bed, watching, waiting and thanking whatever deity they could think of. Slowly they trickled out, heading home to sleep and prepare for the next day when he would finally awaken. After about an hour, it was finally down to only Kiba, and the Nara's.
Shikaku climbed to his feet, and turned to help his wife up as well. She choked back a sob as they headed to the door, heads bowed in sorrow. It was every parents' worst nightmare to be helpless when their child was in need or in pain, and Shikamaru fit in both categories. Shikaku stopped in the doorway, and looked back at the Inuzuka sitting vigilantly at his sons' bedside.
A tanned hand clasped a pale one, Kiba's slitted eyes never leaving the Nara's annoyed yet peaceful face.
"You should go home Kiba," he urged the teen. "Tsunade-sama said he wouldn't wake until tomorrow."
"I want to stay with him," the feral teen whispered. "I couldn't be there with him, the least I can do is stay by his side now."
"Take care of him then," the elder Nara asked before slipping out the door.
Kiba brought his hand up, running a single finger down the pale cheek. Shikamaru's features immediately calmed under the Inuzuka's gentle touch, making him look serene. "I will," he murmured to no one in particular.

Dark eyes fluttered open, taking in the dim hospital room. A faint snore reached the ears of the injured genius. Looking down, Shikamaru could see a mop of brown hair resting next to his thigh. Attempting to lift his hand so he could pet the head, but found it restrained by a tanned hand that gently squeezed as he tried to move.
"Kiba," the Nara whispered, nudging the sleeping teen with his leg. "Wake up."
"Shika?" came a sleepy yawn. The unruly spiked head shifted, revealing the tattooed face of the Inuzuka. "You're awake!" he exclaimed abruptly sitting up. "Never scare me like that again! You could have died! What would I have done without you!" He stopped ranting when the Nara released a low groan of pain. "Shit, let me call Tsunade." He reached over to his the call button on the wall.
They sat in silence, Kiba relieved, and Shikamaru still groggy. A few minutes later, the Hokage walked in the door. She looked better rested than the last time Kiba had seen her.
"Awake I see," she smiled. "Good, I'll give you something for the pain, and then call a meeting." Pulling out a needle, she quickly removed any air bubbles before injecting the contents into the IV drip. "Do you feel up to talking?" she asked, disposing of the used needle.
"Do I ever?"
The Hokage snorted at the usual lazy attitude. "I think you'll be fine."
Within a half an hour, a small group was assembled containing Naruto, Kyuubi, Kakashi, Shikaku, Shizune and Chouji, along with those who had already been in the room. Collaborating with Chouji, Shikamaru brief the group on the drive by. Kiba sat by the Nara, his hand still gripping the other teens' like a lifeline.
"Are you sure it was Orochimaru's men?" Kakashi asked, his one visible eye narrowed.
"I recognized Tayuya as the shooter," he explained. "Not only that. She said something," he stopped, looking at his blond friend before continuing. "Naruto, you're not going to like this.
"What?"
"Before she pulled the trigger, she said, 'Orochimaru has a message for Naruto', and to make sure I delivered it." The entire room tensed, waiting to the inevitable explosion. They weren't disappointed.
"Damn it!" Naruto spun around his eyes flashing dangerously. Before anyone could say a thing, his fist went through the drywall. "That fucking snake bastard, this is the last straw! He's going to pay, even if it's the last thing I do," he snarled as he stormed from the room, the door slamming violently behind him. The group could hear things shattering as the enraged Uzumaki made his way down the hall.
The room was quiet, waiting for someone to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Well that went well," Kiba stated bluntly.
"Troublesome," the lazy agent muttered, squeezing the Inuzuka's hand gently.

So that's that... It only took a near death to bring Shikamaru and Kiba closer together, but they're not together yet. Stubborn bastards! Sasuke is coming into his own, and Naruto is as oblivious to his own feelings as ever. Stay tuned, the next chapter promises to be interesting, this are picking up!
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