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The New World	By : sameyler Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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How had this happened?
Naruto had found himself staring out of a small, round window. His mind already answering. He knew how it happened; it had come pounding on his front door during the early morning hours. They had come with the news that the world Naruto knew little about, had come too close to the end. It was teetering there… close to no one left. He would have scoffed if he hadn’t seen it firsthand.
People were mutating into something non-human. Those killed by these things usually—very violently—rose up in a matter of seconds to end up just as blood thirsty and rage-filled as the rest.
It hadn’t stopped Naruto from setting his resolve and coming out into that world after a week of the soldiers they realized what Naruto had wouldn’t last long with the size of the group. So they had decided they would need supplies, six men out of the twelve soldiers would make the run into the town and bring back as much as they could. While the others would keep the place secure and set up a defense system the best they could outside and better plan a way to survive.
Though the six were actually five soldiers and Naruto—whom of which after a heated debate with a certain blue haired lieutenant—was given a handgun, which at the time he was confident in using along with the bow and arrows his uncle had taught him to use as a child and his uncles shot gun. Though he rarely hunted, after the first few times he felt himself opposed to killing them, and then what would follow after in prepping them for dinner. He would rather have the meat packaged and already dead than see the cute little bunny eyes staring at him. It wasn’t the point now, and he knew he would most likely go back to his uncle’s rule of hunting: you kill it, you eat it. However, that rule only applied to animals.
And to be truthful he hadn’t used the gun. He froze the first time he needed to and had to be saved by Kisame, who lectured him again. He knew he had to use it. He knew they weren’t human anymore, but he still froze. But the trip into the city was nothing compared to trying to get out, the infected in the forest were low in numbers, easy to manage—but again, not for Naruto, with the whole freezing up thing.
It happened before they even reached town, and Kisame had almost dragged him back home. Only the others didn’t agree with wasting time.
Naruto’s whole reason for coming was to find Kiba and Hana. He wanted them safe because he also wanted to see familiar faces. People he knew-- he didn’t want to lose the only two from the old world he had known.
The soldiers agreed to make a stop by the clinic where the two siblings had lived. It was only few blocks away from the local pharmacy, another stop on the map Kisame had.
Only things had gone very wrong very fast.
They had plans should anything go wrong and they were separated. If separated for any reason, they would make their way back to base--Naruto’s home—and regroup there.
It had seemed the most of the dead didn’t care for the sunlight too much, something that Kisame had said they must have adapted over the last few weeks or that there were too many people around in the start for the dead to care. Either way, he figured without food they took to hiding during the day.

So they had walked right into dozens of the infected hiding in the dark corners of the buildings. Information they wished they had known beforehand.

Kisame said they were careless because the noise that they had made. Entering the first store, they quickly found themselves in a fight for survival against the infected.
They had to retreat. There was no other choice. The ruckus and consequences that lead to their current situation was near fatal and had they chose to stay and fight, they would be dead.
In those moments though, they couldn’t outrun them. At least he and Kisame couldn’t, not when they were nearly surrounded with more coming all they could do was find a place to hide. And in the heat of things, he didn’t realize when he lost sight of the others so he had simply kept Kisame in his sight and followed the man’s lead.

It led them to where they were now after barely escaping the grocery store they ran for their lives in the clearest direction they could. Cutting across alley ways and streets that were not completely full of those monsters, Kisame had broken down a door of an abandoned house in the first neighborhood they came across, he had simply wanted to get them out of the open and somewhere they could safely hide.
It seemed they weren’t going to die just yet. The home they broke into luckily had an attic door already opened. They had climbed in it, thankful for the luck, and pulled the ladder up.
The good news: whoever lived here before intended to stay in the attic. There was food, though very little, and water along with a small cot. Why the person had left he didn’t know, but he was glad for the safety and the knowledge they couldn’t climb walls and hopefully never would.
The bad news: Kisame was the only one that seemed concerned for him and stuck to his side, though he guessed he couldn’t blame anyone. They were all panicked with the surprise. The real bad news was: they knew where the food was, and they were in the house as well, seeing that neither locks nor windows wouldn’t hold for very long.
There were dozens of them down below. The groaning seemed to echo in his head as well as the bloodied fists and bodies hitting the walls just below him.

They, at best, would make it two weeks if they were extremely careful with the food and water. They couldn’t stay here for much longer than that. He hoped those things would lose interest and scramble off for other means of food since it had been a day already.
Kisame had been staring at the map for a while, cursing softly every few moments, and Naruto’s eyes weren’t leaving the distance in the window or the setting sun. He hadn’t moved his head in over an hour or so he thought. He hadn’t checked the old pocket watch he had with him, which of course it was his uncles. He had brought it for good luck. He scoffed slightly.

Yeah, good luck.
He turned his head slightly, ignoring the stiffness and slight pain from staying in the same position for too long.
He kept thinking maybe if he had run faster they wouldn’t be in this situation. He had never been pushed to run like that before, except…”You know… I was chased by a bear once.” He turned towards the other man. He wasn’t sure why he said it or what he thought would come of it. It was trivial compared to now. He just wanted… to fill his head with something other than doomed thoughts.
“There is a difference between a bear and a hoard of monsters trying to eat you.”
Naruto sighed; he knew it was pointless to bring up right now. He would just be bothering Kisame who, unlike Naruto, was thinking of an escape plan. He was sure of it, and Kisame probably wasn’t in the mood for his trip down memory lane. He looked up from the wooden floor to the other who sighed.
“A bear, huh?”
Naruto smiled slightly. “I was fourteen, and I thought that lying curled up, attempting to sound like a cub would save me.”
“Did it?” Kisame chuckled as Naruto head shook.
“I think it pissed it off more so I ran, tripping over myself. It felt like the forest was alive and putting every vine, branch, and anything else you could think of in front of my feet. My uncle saved me though. Luckily he noticed I wondered off and said he just knew I was getting myself in trouble.”
“Smart man then. What happened?”
Naruto cringed slightly, “We ate bear for weeks. No, actually it felt like years. He said I had to learn a lesson since he saved me by shooting it. And then he scolded me for wondering off to areas he told me not to go into.”
“The life of solitude in the woods, huh? At least he didn’t start breeding redneck cannibals.” Kisame laughed slightly only to stop at the wide-eyed look he received.
“Why would you think that?” Naruto stared, shocked and confused that anyone would think his uncle would be capable of such things.
“I was… You know the whole different sets of movies of backwoods hillbillies’ gone cannibal… ‘Wrong Turn’ series?” He noted the blank stare as he brought a hand to scratch at the nape of his neck. “No TV.” He muttered to himself. “Sorry it was just a joke.”
Naruto didn’t find it very funny.
“I’ve seen movies before, you know, before my parents died. Though my old man used to say books were better and that TV would rot our brains. I think he just didn’t want more people than necessary coming to the house.” He sighed again, gaze dropping to the floor.
“Yeah, I’d hate to see the installation bill for setting up service there.”
Naruto smiled, “I didn’t mind too much. I always had things to do, and he always kept me entertained, safe, and hermit or not, I still had to be educated. Though when Hana would bring supplies to us, they would always stay a couple hours, and I would play with Kiba and his dog.” Naruto’s smile faded.
“They are dead aren’t they? Otherwise they would have shown up.” Naruto bit his bottom lip, chewing the chapped area into soreness. He hadn’t noticed Kisame moving around until the man was sitting opposite of him with two cans, one of corn and one of green beans, along with a can opener.
“You know he could have picked some better canned foods. Not to complain really, some ravioli would have been nice. Mix it up a little.” He handed Naruto the corn and a fork that wasn’t too dirty. Still Naruto wiped it inside his shirt.

“Bear meat looking better yet?”
“Give it a few more days and I’m sure.” Naruto smiled again.
“On the upside I can hunt one in the future. On the downside if they decide to try their hands out on wildlife we may be in more trouble. A mutated bear... I’m not okay with that.” Kisame tried to laugh at that, though the image that came to mind wasn’t all too pleasant.
“You know,” Naruto paused playing with the can of food, “If you guys hadn’t shown up I may be dead. I go out in those woods every day. Most mornings I’ll go out to fish, though I usually throw them back. I just spend hours trying to best my dead uncle's record at most fish caught.” Naruto sighed. “If I had ran into one out there or two, maybe more-“
“You didn’t though. There’s no point thinking about the what-ifs anymore. They will just drive you crazy. So eat your corn.” He smiled at the end of it, after grabbing Naruto’s can and opening it, he handed it back to the boy.
“Where do you think he-- well it could be her… Went?” Naruto stirred the food around with a finger for a moment.
“I don’t know, and I’m not going to waste too much thought on it,” Kisame paused. “It’s getting dark though, and I don’t want to run the flashlight batteries flat if we're safe.”
Naruto nodded as they settled into a silence while eating. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep. To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to sleep again. He sighed staring down into the corn before looking at the other, who was eating just as slowly and watching the sun disappear.
“Trade me.” Naruto held out the can, which still had half the corn in it. He watched an eyebrow rise.
“Next time we should mix them together see how it tastes,” Naruto spoke again, slipping the can from Kisame’s hand and pressing the corn into the now empty and gloved hand. Naruto dug his fork into the green beans. He didn’t like green beans, though he guessed with how slow the larger man was eating he didn’t either. But he saved Naruto’s ass a few times, and he just couldn’t bring himself to make the man eat the worse of the two cans.
Naruto, with a not-so-great taste in his mouth, sat the empty can down. “Any ideas on how to get out yet?”
“Not yet. Just about every idea has something we don’t have on us and a lesser crowd of guests waiting for dinner. We have almost a full clip for the handgun and six shells for your uncle’s shotgun. I ran out of ammo for my gun getting here. I shouldn‘t have wasted as much as I did. And you only have seven arrows, so the idea of shooting as many as we can then running for dear life is a short lived idea because there’s just too many of them.”
“You think they may wander off in a day or two?” Naruto asked. He couldn’t help the hopeful tone his voice took. He didn’t want to die here and if it wasn’t dark now Kisame would see it was written all over his face as well.
“I’m hopeful… I just don’t know. The behavior, the changes they have taken on in such sort time, I can’t guess or even think out what they are capable of achieving right now. Maybe if we had time to watch, to study them. Most seem different from each other. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but I’m not going to lie to you. Though, if you are religious at all now would be a damn good time to start praying for some help.” Kisame was on his knees now since the attic wasn’t big enough to completely stand up in. “We should try to sleep though, and see what things are like when we wake up.”
Naruto nodded, regardless of the fact the other couldn’t see him do so. He made his way to the bed on all fours, using his hands to feel for the mattress. There wasn’t a moon tonight, and his nighttime vision wasn’t all that great.
Naruto reached the bed when he heard Kisame unzipping his vest… Well, he thought it was his vest. Then he heard things hitting the floor, and realized they were in fact going to be sleeping together. It was survival, right? Yes, neither of them wanted to sleep on the floor, even though the small cot mattress was on the floor and there wouldn’t be much wiggle room. Naruto sat on the edge slipping off his shoes before he pressed himself against the wall, tensing slightly, and for reasons he decided were monster related. Kisame slipped in behind him, pressing rather closely—okay, right against—his back, before pulling the wool blanket over them.

“Wool is itchy,” Naruto decided to point out, hoping to break his own awkward feelings.
“It’s not too bad,” Kisame remarked, his breath hitting the back of Naruto head. An arm slipped around a slim waist pulling the other body closer. Naruto’s head was on part of the pillow, and Kisame tucked his free hand under his own head, working on drowning out the noise in his mind and force some sleep.
Naruto had a thought on the matter of Kisame’s arm holding him mid-waist and how it made him feel awkward. Only it actually kind of made him feel safe, which felt silly. How could being held make him feel safe from what was waiting in the dark for them? It did though. The thoughts helped him to escape from what he had spent hours listening to, as he too hoped to force some rest.

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Naruto stirred, waking slowly when he felt too hot to sleep any longer. It didn’t quite stop him from laying there facing the wood of the attic wall. He figured that if anything had changed, and they could actually escape, Kisame would have woken him. Instead, he could hear the occasional curse sent, to what he assumed, was still quite the crowd down below.
It didn’t leave him with much hope or desire to move from his spot.
“We’re going to die here aren’t we?” he spoke voice low and mostly to himself. Though the lack of response didn’t help how he felt at the moment.

“I shouldn’t have let you come.”
Naruto sat up rather quickly, turning to face the other man. “What?”
“It was a fool’s errand in the first place. We had seen firsthand what they could do, so coming right back into the mess we escaped from was stupid, and on top of it, I let you come.” Calloused fingers brushed short blue spikes back, rubbing his scalp slightly, feeling rather helpless at the moment. Kisame could do nothing but kick his own ass, for putting the kid in harm’s way. He really should have made Naruto stay behind.
The long black sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to the elbows, exposing a small tattoo of a shark along the lightly colored flesh. Naruto found himself staring at the ink, looking for something to say to the older man. But he didn’t know what. He had no comfort to give for what was happening to them, and his own hope for living much longer hung by a frail thread.
“What’s with the shark?” he asked, his legs crossing with his arms falling to his lap. It was the only thing he could get to leave his mouth.
Kisame sat with one knee raised and an arm resting on it with his other leg folded partly under it. He shook his head and ran his other hand through his hair, wiping the sweat that gathered along the hairline off. With a sigh his hand moved, fingers briefly moving over the tattoo.
“I had a thing for sharks. Used to pretend I was one as a kid. Got this at sixteen. It was a crappy job a friend did. I had it touched up a few years ago. Great whites were my favorite.” It wasn’t really anything worth talking about, though he figured anything that wasn’t about their impending doom was worthwhile conversation material.
Naruto tried to smile. He wanted too, but it just wasn’t happening so he found words bubbling up again without prior thought. “I don’t wanna die here.”
“Me neither,” Kisame answered as that the dreaded silence fell again, leaving them to nothing but the sounds of the infected making its way to their ears.

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Over the next few days Naruto found his body becoming more sluggish and tired. It could have to do with him sleeping most of the days and nights or the dwindling food supply. The noise that had bothered him before he now found comfort away from it in sleep, though more often than not a nightmare would awake him. He would often roll over just to stare at Kisame who was taking on a similar appearance of tiredness, only the other man was paler from lack of sleep. He would crawl into the bed, which was when Naruto found sleep the easiest-- after the sun went down, though he often would be up in a few hours and lost in his own thoughts.

Right now, even though they were both in bed and the sun had been gone a few hours, Naruto, despite the comfort he found with the larger man next to him, had yet to fall asleep. Part of him was already down and out, waiting for death. And the rest of him was anxious and hopeful.
For when the sun rose, they had decided to make a run for it. Kisame thought it better than dying here, starved, and Naruto wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He just knew if Kisame left so would he. So they would drop the ladder and take their chances. Even though a decent amount of infected cleared, there were still more than either cared to think of around him.
Cabin fever had set in already and Kisame had decided to go for it. Hopefully they didn’t die trying to escape, and Naruto, without realizing, found himself squeezing around the hand on his waist. So maybe he wasn’t ready for death and maybe lady luck would be on their side. Maybe it wouldn’t.
All he knew right now was that… he was fucking scared and he knew--he knew, by how the fingers intertwining with his own and squeezing back, so was Kisame. This was happening though, and he hoped to whatever deity was out there that they survived this.
…
Naruto’s nerves were rattled as he realized they were indeed going back out into that mess. He couldn’t stay focused like Kisame had instructed him to do. His heart was ready to jump from his chest, and his hands were shaky. Therefore, he wouldn’t be shooting his bow and hitting anything right now. This didn’t mean he would be leaving all the work to Kisame. No, it just meant he wouldn’t be wasting his arrows on shots he wasn’t confident in hitting his target. Instead, he had the old double barrel shotgun and the intention of not drawing attention to them by shooting. It would still be a weapon for now. Kisame would use his long knife since they absolutely did not want to fire off the guns unless it necessary and the only option they had left.
So with another deep breath, and something whispered from the other man that he didn’t quite catch, the ladder slowly met the floor below. After, of course, Kisame had deemed the area he could see clear for the escape. The older man moved first with Naruto hot on his heels. There were no mobs of the dead--thanks to the endless amounts of praying Naruto had done to whoever was listening.
There were only three infected in the backyard today, which was their way out since the streets had more moving around and only a few interested in the house. Finally after a week or so--he lost count of the days of waiting with the intention of giving up and hoping to break through the crowd--many had seemed to lose interest or maybe forgotten that food was nearby. Naruto didn’t want to think they were smart enough to figure out the food wasn’t coming down to them and gave up. If that was the case and if they were that smart then surely they would have found a way to them, right? No, he didn’t want to think about it, nor was it the time to think about anything but getting out alive.
The stairs--and Naruto did send up a silent thank you--didn’t creek on the slow way down. They didn’t pay much attention to the house, the bloodied walls and floor, broken shelves and windows. Each step felt like it took an eternity. Kisame was on alert, stopping in front of the doorways to the outside, kitchen, and living room. Noting one in the living room, he signaled for Naruto to silently follow him in hopes of not catching the unwanted attention. Turning the corner to the back of the house, Naruto found himself bumping into Kisame’s broad back. The larger man didn’t pay him any mind. Instead he felt himself, gently and quietly, being pushed against the wall and was signaled to stay there.
He turned his head slightly, watching Kisame hastily make his way to the one staring outwards from the yard; the thing was missing half an arm and went down rather quickly as the blade entered upwards from the lower jaw. Once it hit the ground, Kisame was already moving towards the others, and Naruto followed, taking the handle and rushing towards the woman that charged Kisame. He hit her over the blood incrusted blond hair, bringing her to her knees while Kisame took out the other one. Before Naruto could use the rear of the gun again, the other man was on her, bringing the knife down as hard as he could into the back of her head. Before Naruto could think or feel anything he was being tugged towards the back gate.
Naruto followed, thinking that maybe, just maybe, they could make it. But they were just making it out of the yard and into the alley… they still had a long way to go.
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