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Killers Inc.	By : Mysticaldragon11 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Naruto sat at his desk trying to make sense of his student’s ramblings. He had followed in Iruka’s footsteps and became a teacher. He was reading his eighth grade classes book reports and he was having trouble making sense of anything that his student Konohomaru was talking about.

He was twenty-one years old and had graduated early. He had been such a screw up as a kid that no one expected him to succeed in making something of himself so young. He had shown them though. This was his first year teaching and he loved it. His students were awesome and he felt like he was getting through to them.

Six years ago, if anyone had said that he was going to end up in jail, you would have been right. He had been dating Sasuke Uchiha then. They had the kind of relationship that any TV show would love to get their hands on. There had been drugs and sex and most of all there had been violence.

It was the violence that ended the relationship. Not because Naruto had broken up with Sasuke but because Sasuke had been sentenced to juvenile detention and sent away from Konoha City. The head of corrections, Tsunade Senju had utterly ruined Naruto’s life. Or at least that is how he used to see it.

He missed Sasuke and he still loved him but he had been forced to move on with his life by Iruka and his friends. It still made him shudder when he thought about Sasuke and the last time he had seen him. He had seen him on the news. Sasuke had broken out of his holding cell and escaped.

The escape had cost two guards their lives and several dispatchers had died before Sasuke fled Konoha City. There had been a manhunt for the murderous teen and they had come up with nothing. Naruto had been shocked for a bit but he had come to terms with Sasuke’s behavior.

The guards had been bullshitting instead of watching the Uchiha. He had picked the lock on his cell and snuck up behind them. He had managed to get his hands on one of the guards’ gun and shot them both point blank. He fired at the dispatchers as he made his way through the police station.

Naruto believed that the thought of juvenile detention was too much for him and that he had simply snapped under the fear. Nothing had ever scared Sasuke before so it was hard to think that that would do the trick, but Naruto had to make it okay somehow. He had to justify it in order to still love the wayward male.

There were nights that Naruto missed Sasuke so bad that a burning ache would develop in the pit of his stomach and his heart felt so heavy it could crush him. He coped by telling himself that this was for the best. Sasuke being gone was a good thing. It helped to a point but it always came down to him missing the boy all the more.

A lump formed in his throat as he wiped the tears off of his cheek. He hadn’t realized that he was crying until the drops had hit the paper in front of him. He blotted the paper and hoped it wouldn’t smudge too badly. He swallowed and sat back in his chair. Six years and the pain was as fresh as the day he lost him.

He had gone to Itachi a couple of years back to see if he had heard anything from his brother. Itachi had been a bit upset that Naruto was still hung up on his wayward brother. He told Naruto the best thing he could do was to find someone else to love and forget about Sasuke. Naruto wished he could.

Sasuke was the first boy he had ever kissed and the first boy he had ever had sex with. He had also been the first boy he had done drugs with and the first boy he had gotten into a violent fight with that turned into violent sex. Sasuke owned him, heart and soul. He had a couple of offers and he would have taken them if he didn’t see Sasuke everywhere.

It was so bad that there were times he thought he heard the raven. He would look around and hope but it would always end with tears and glass of some strong alcohol to calm him down. After Sasuke was gone, Naruto would go out and get wasted and have one-night stands with guys to kill the pain.

It never worked. He felt empty and dirty afterwards and nothing would ever make him truly happy again. He rubbed his face and stood up. It was time for a glass of scotch. Forget the glass, he would take the bottle. It was going to be another long and painful lonely night.

Iruka called him a bit before he would be going to bed to ask him to come to dinner at his and Kakashi’s house on Saturday. He accepted and wished somehow that he would be dead by then. Death would be so much better than this never-ending hurt in his heart. He wondered if Sasuke was out there somewhere feeling the same way he was.

He wished that Sasuke had somehow contacted him and he could have left with him. There were too many regrets and too many wishes. All it ever did was tear him apart and make him wish he could grow a pair and take his own life. If he weren’t a teacher, he would have nothing tying him down to this life that would never be worth anything.

He heard a knock on his door and cursed. Who could be here in his time of sorrow? He opened the door and there stood Kiba looking like a Cheshire cat. Kiba held up a couple of DVD’s and Naruto snorted. This is what he needed, a distraction. Kiba always seemed to know when Naruto was feeling his worst.

“You aren’t thinking about him again, are you?” Kiba asked noticing the bottle of Scotch in his hand.

“How do you do that? You always seem to know.” Naruto said. Kiba nodded and hugged his friend.

It killed him to see Naruto like this. He hadn’t known Sasuke but he had heard all the details of their relationship and he was kind of glad that the Uchiha wasn’t here. However, Naruto seemed to spiral out of control ever so often and Kiba had to pick up the pieces.

“It is easy to read you. He was the most important to you but also the most toxic.” Kiba said with a raise of his eyebrow.

Naruto nodded sadly. He was unfortunately an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his heart was broken. It probably always would be until he couldn’t take it anymore and he would take his own life. It was the only way he could ever get relief. He had to find a way to cope until then.
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