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By : Sessakag
Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Chapter Two
Our Promise

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༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 13, 2000

Silence, full on dropped-jaw hush mouth from his ever cool, ever calm, never rattled bestie.
Sasuke kept a tight rein on his thoughts and emotions more often than not, restricting both behind a high wall very few ever reached the other side of. Naruto himself had only snuck a peek a handful of times to date, but this time, this view was the most revealing he’d ever witness. His lips twitched upward as he watched lifelong tragedy unfurl on Sasuke's face, smoothed over by repulsion a beat later, before finally settling into a combination of blazing hatred and blatant curiosity. Like a window to the soul many, including Naruto himself, assumed the blonde teen didn't possess, Naruto watched the play of emotion like reading a book. Every potent thought as audible as though Naruto were a guest in the other teen's head. Dark eyes bore into mirth filled blue, questioning, calculating, putting two and two together and getting four thousand and forty-one.
Naruto waited.
“You killed him.”
Naruto chuckled, taking another drag, “yep-”
“When?”
“Last night.”
Bowled over by his candid admission, Sasuke flopped back onto the couch, eyes as wide as the THC would allow.
“Fuck…”
Naruto snorted a laugh, “told you I would, dattebayo.”
“I know but…fuck.”
Naruto handed him the joint, poor bastard looked like he really needed it. Sasuke took it without a word, gratefully cheifing, calming with each smoke laden exhalation.
“You’re a fuckin psychopath, you know that?” he declared after several minutes.
“Sociopath,” the blonde corrected, rescuing his weed.
Naruto knew what he was, he’d played twenty questions with enough psychiatrist, psychologists and therapists to know the ins and outs of his most prominent diagnosis, unofficially since technically he wasn’t allowed to wear that label until he turned eighteen but, his head doctors were pretty sure he was ‘suffering’ from Anti-Social Personality disorder, and his age didn’t stop them from letting him know in no uncertain terms that their premature diagnosis was set in stone.
Naruto displayed many of classic signs and symptoms in spades; barely a moral compass to speak of, wouldn’t know guilt if it smacked him in the face, didn’t think twice about using any and everyone to get what he wanted, shockingly stunted range of emotions, capacity to care severely lacking, his ability to form bonds and relationships laughable at best, his temper nasty and embarrassingly short, had a hard time walking the straight and narrow, etcetera etcetera etcetera.
Long story short, he was fucked in the head, and it was a good thing he wasn’t looking to change because, according to them, the likelihood of him pulling a full u-turn despite his diagnosis was less than zero.
“Did he recognize you?”
“Yep,” he grinned, “looked me dead in the eye. His eyes got all wide and shit, you know that one phrase you read in books, about a person ‘going white’ cuz their scared as shit? That’s shit’s real, he looked like a fuckin’ ghost his face was so white,” he sighed, leaning back against the sofa, relishing that moment, “slept so fuckin good when I got back to Yukina's house. Laid on the couch and swear to God I fell asleep soon as my head hit the pillow.”
Sasuke shook his head, “fuckin crazy.”
Guilty as charged.
“You didn’t answer me, we doin’ Itachi or no?”
His best friend grimaced, reaching for the joint, “do you have to sound so fuckin eager?”
After last night, fuck yeah he did.
“You’re acting like an addict.”
“And you’re acting like a pussy,” Naruto countered, “if you wanna bitch out, then bitch out.”
“You know I don’t,” the brunette growled back, “he deserves to die after what he did! He fuckin-”
He waited for the other boy to compose himself, vastly fascinated by the rage and anguish blazing in his black depths. Naruto knew better than anyone else how much Sasuke wanted Itachi dead. Naruto shared a lot in common with Sasuke, their trauma was similar, their hatred identical. Bonding and caring for others was hard for the blonde, but Sasuke Uchiha had managed to earn his tainted loyalty and respect. He didn’t have to pretend he was anything short of a monster when he was with Sasuke and that wasn’t something he could say about anybody. They understood each other, and although there were some really hard-line difference between them, in many ways, they were very much alike. Maybe that’s why Sasuke was hesitating. Naruto had taken his first kill in stride, revealed in it, took pride in it and really, really wanted to do it again.
Sasuke wasn’t a soulless monster like him and had no desire to be.
He said that all the time, demonstrating it all that time, often toeing lines that Naruto leapt across.
Naruto didn’t get what was so wrong with the way he was, the way he lived was way more fun.
“You’re not gonna turn into me, dumbass,” he laughed, “I was born with every single screw loose, ya know.”
Sasuke raised a brow.
“Alright, so maybe my old man and that bitch knocked one or two, point is, I was born fucked up. I’ve always been this way, it’s like a family legacy or some shit. Crazy runs in the family. Karin’s a nutjob, so was her old man, and a shit ton of Uzumaki’s way before me. Most of my family’s in the pen or a padded room, so quit worrying you're gonna catch my crazy,” grabbing his lukewarm beer from the coffee table and taking a swig, Naruto threw out a counter offer, “look dude, we’re friends, if you don’t think you can do it, then I’ll do it for you,” he’d be happy to, “or if you changed your mind and don’t want him dead anymore, then fuck it, we can put the shit to dead and move on with the rest of our plan. This is your beef, it’s up to you. ”
“I want him dead,” he declared, snatching the blunt and taking a deep pull, that hard look, the one that had caught five year old Naruto’s interest in the first place, the one that led to their ten year friendship, burning in his dark depths, “and I want to be the one to do it…it has to be me.”
“That’s all I need to hear, dattebayo. When you wanna do it?”
“We don’t even know where the hell he is.”
“Lana says she knows.”
“Who the hell is Lana?”
“Yukina’s cousin, she gets her smack from the same guy Itachi does.”
Sasuke didn’t answer for a while, nursing his beer while Naruto busied himself with their second roll up, adding the roach to the fresh blunt. As he licked the paper closed, Sasuke spoke up, “gimme two weeks…then we'll do it.”
Naruto grinned, fired up the blunt and blew a celebratory plume, “two weeks, dattebayo.”
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※⊷Sasuke⊶※

March 27, 2000

They were as quiet as the night itself, the crunch of old sneakers on brittle grass the only sounds during their journey to Lana’s house. Their self imposed silence were complete polar opposites; Sasuke lost in darkness, Naruto radiant with light. A melancholy night and exuberant day; the former wound tight, brooding shoulders slouched in his black hood, jaw clamped tight enough to snap; the later vibrating restless excitement, grinning brightly like they were on the way to his favorite amusement park. He wasn’t particularly disturbed by his bestfriend’s…inappropriate mood, he was used to Naruto’s sadistic proclivities, his enjoyment in the suffering of others, though to be fair, his sick nature had never been this extreme.
All week, Naruto had been irritable and moody, snapping at anyone dumb enough to step in range of his foul temper, getting thrown out of class as though he was being paid to piss off his teachers, but now that the night had arrived, his bestfriend was on cloud nine.
Sasuke had never seen him jump to joy so quick without liquor or drugs involved.
Meanwhile, Sasuke had spent all week withdrawn and tormented, ready to finally put his demons to rest but sick to his stomach at the thought of it. His mind reeling with everything that could go wrong, what the fuck they’d do if they got caught. He was plagued by doubts and insecurities, raw fear of the unknown. While the idiot next him was as cheery as a kid let loose at candy store with his step-mom’s stolen credit card, Sasuke wondered if he had the balls to go through with what they were about to do, and if he did, who he himself would be at the end of the night.
Would he have peace, when he went to sleep would he finally see the inside of his eyelids rather than pale faces covered in blood?
Would he unearth an even darker facet of his soul and crave this unspeakable sin even after the deed was done, like the boy beside him?
Sasuke knew he wasn’t as gone as Naruto but he wasn’t right in the head either.
There were times where he wanted to hurt people, times where he’d take a stray off the street and-
“Chill the fuck out, Sasuke, you're acting like we're going to blow up a hospital or something. It's one drugged out piece shit that you've wanted dead for years. You should be happy-"
"About killing," Sasuke snapped, annoyed.
"Yeah, why not?" Naruto questioned, the genuine curiosity on his face stoking his annoyance.
He glared at the happy blonde, shoving trembling hands in his jean pockets, “not everybody is as fucked in the head as you, dobe.”
Unfazed, the other teen shrugged, pulling his hands from the front pocket of his orange hoodie and folding them behind his hooded head, “you don’t have to be as fucked in the head as me to chill the fuck out. I don’t get why you’re so bothered anyway. Itachi has it coming, you’re doing the world a favor way I see it. The system’s too fucked up to take out the trash,” he chuckled, “or keep animals lock up.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes, knowing that last comment referred not just to Itachi, or the human filth that preyed on two orphaned boys, but to the blonde himself. Sasuke cared about his crazy ass friend, yet even he couldn’t disagree with his assessment.
Naruto really should be in a padded room.
“Besides, there’s so many people in the world, what’s one asshole among billions?” Naruto continued, giving him a side glance, his eyes dulled, completely flat-lined and absent of humanity, “we all gotta die some time, why not help a few lucky dickheads get there early, ‘ttebayo.”
He frowned, “don’t got a problem with that.”
“Then why the fuck are you so uptight about it?”
He shook his head, “like I said, not everyone is as fucked in the head as you, even if I explained it, you wouldn’t get it.”
Killing someone you hated was still killing, a taboo line that was a really big fucking deal to marginally normal humans. So what if the idea of taking a life broke him out in a cold sweat, so what if his hands were shaky in his pants pockets, so what if he felt seconds from puking his guts out? He was somewhat normal, a somewhat mentally in tact human, his hatred hadn’t completely rendered him soulless.
Not yet at least.
Naruto shrugged, bored with the topic, instead, he dug in his pocket and held out his hand, “here, take this and calm the fuck down.”
“What is it?”
“A lil downer, should even you out enough to get your shit together.”
Sasuke snatched the pill, popped it in his mouth and swallowed, growling “I got my shit together.”
“Uh huh, that’s why you’re bout to puke before we even find your damn brother.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, “you’re the one that needs a tranq, bouncing around like a fuckin cokehead fresh off a line.”
“That’s cuz I got this fuckin itch I been waitin’ two goddamn weeks to scratch,” he whined petulantly before his entire demeanor shifted to something Sasuke could only describe as rabid jubilance. His bright blue eyes burned brighter than silvered moon, a savagely feral grin twisted his lips baring the pearly whites of his teeth, “ever since I killed that fuck I been wanting to do it again. Kill, I mean. Doesn't matter who. I feel like I'm fuckin tweaken because I wanna kill again so fuckin bad I'm shaking."
Bringing his arms down, Naruto held them out as the pair ground to a stop, giving the Uchiha an eyeful of the sadistic urges sending tremors through his tanned hands. His fingers twitched, the shaking so prominent they reminded him of the shakes he got when he was going through withdrawals.
"I swear to fuckin God that night did something to me. I think about it all the time, can’t get it outta my head, ya know? Fuckin insomnia came back last week, same ol’ same ol’, but worse. My brain is going all fuckin night, flashing piece of that night in my mind, making me think about the people around me that I could kill next. I hear this voice in my gut telling me to give in, to find my next prey and chop them into fuckin pieces this time," euphoria suffused his boyish face, lost in some sick fantasy Sasuke didn't want detailed, "I wanna know how it feels to take somebody apart piece by fuckin piece, I wanna hear their screams while I do it, I wanna see that first splatter of blood again, I wanna feel it on my skin. Killing...it’s like a new kinda high, ‘ttebayo and I ain’t gonna be able to sleep till I get another hit," the homicidal teen paused, then blinked, masking his crazy in the process as he turned calm cerulean eyes to the silently disturbed Uchiha beside him, casually asking, "know what I’m saying?”
Not even remotely.
“No, I don’t,” he replied as they started walking again, the moment feeling a bit surreal after witnessing a new evolution of Naruto's twisted mind, “I'm a simple guy, gimme some Bacardi, a few tranqs and I’m good.”
Most nights anyways.
“Eh, everybody’s got their thing, I guess,” the budding serial killer shrugged, “I just happen to like-”
“Blood, murder and chaos.”
He shouldn't be surprised, in fact, most of him wasn't surprised. He'd known from the start Naruto wasn't right in the head, that a monster lurked behind that puppy dog face of his. Sasuke exhaled silently, processing and adjusting to this new facet of his friend, something he'd done time and time again as they grew older. It was a testament to his own depravity that he hadn't run screaming from the soulless blonde, that thought had never even crossed his mind...that he had already accepted that this was who Naruto was now. Who might have always been deep down.
“Wasn’t any chaos. I was actually pretty smooth my first time, shit went off without a hitch,” he gloated, then jerked his chin at a house on the right, “this is it.”
Slightly better than Yukina’s dirty den, Lana’s two story house at least had all its windows intact, and in this neck of the woods, that was something to brag about. It’s blue walls needed a power wash, her loud red front door was covered in tiny bubbles from a shoddy paint job, grass as overgrown as her neighbors covered her trash littered yard and a beat-up gold sedan sat parked on her dirty driveway. He followed the blonde around back, through a tall wooden gate that wasn’t locked and up to a back door.
Naruto wrapped his knuckles on the panel and waited.
A dog howled somewhere far off, the door swung open a beat after.
Lana was short, painfully thin and looked older than Yukina, though maybe that was a consequence of addiction and whatever else had driven her to her down trodden life. Her dark hair was matted and collected atop her head, her tank top showcasing flat disappointment, though her shorts traced a plumper bottom half.
She smelled of cigarette smoke and hopelessness.
“Naruto, hey,” the woman smiled awkwardly, dilated brown eyes moving over the taller teen, to Sasuke and back, silently questioning the extra person he brought.
“’Sup,” Naruto replied, moving forward without introducing the two, effectively pushing her deeper into the house.
Sasuke followed, nearly tripping over the step up.
He felt a little…off.
They trekked through a smallish kitchen, rundown but clean, and into her slightly bigger living room. Lana gave the blonde a look, then headed upstairs.
“Hold up,” Naruto said, cutting his eyes to the couch, “I’ll be back.”
With a sluggish nod that seemed to take more energy than it should, Sasuke made his way to the couch while Naruto disappeared up the stairs.
He sat heavily, preparing for a long wait while Naruto fucked for a favor. Gravity shifted beneath his feet, his head felt like it weighed a ton. He listed, leaning so far to the right he nearly toppled over. With more effort than he thought he could muster, Sasuke righted himself. Leaning sluggishly on Lana’s couch, head dropping backwards as his pulse thrummed quietly; whatever the hell Naruto gave him was kicking in with a vengeance. His fuckin downer felt more like a fuckin sleeper, not the usual Xanny he assumed it was.
Chill the fuck out.
He was about to pass the fuck out.
Damn idiot…
He took a breath, stroked dark hair from his forehead and closed his eyes. He didn’t realize he'd fallen asleep until he was startled awake by Naruto’s big mouth.
“Don’t tell me your ass fell asleep,” he laughed, thumping the faded teen hard on the shoulder, “dammnnn, Sasuke, since when a fuckin Xanny sit you on your ass like that?”
“No fuckin way that was a Xanny,” he muttered, stumbling to his feet with assistance from the amused Uzumaki.
He turned droopy accusing eyes to Naruto, fighting cobwebs and locking his spaghetti noodle knees.
Blonde brows knitted a beat before he clicked his teeth, “fuckin Yukina. Told that bitch to stop mixing the Xan with her fuckin Ambien shit. My bad. You good to go do this?”
He felt like his head was fully of cotton, and his mouth was dry, but he'd be damned if he was gonna turn back now. It took everything he had to get to this point tonight, he didn't know if he'd have it in him to try a second time.
He took a breath, steeling himself, “I’m good.”
“You need a up?” Naruto asked, blonde head tilted.
“From Yukina, you’re fuckin joking right?”
He shrugged carelessly, handing Sasuke a pair of black gloves instead, “let’s go, Lana says he probably won’t get home till like 3. We got time to ambush his ass.”
His brows furrowed.
Half cocked ass plan, typical Naruto.
“What if he’s not alone, dipshit, what then?” the Uchiha asked, stuffing his hands into the gloves.
“We improvise, dattebayo,” the nutjob replied breezily, pulling his own gloves on, “Lana says he’s laying low, doubt he’d wanna have anybody over. We lucked out, he’s hiding out near the Backwoods.”
Backwoods, the worst part of Konoha. Poverty stricken, crime infested, the slums of Konoha were a collection of boarded up shopping strips, drug addicted squatters shamelessly making homes in condemned houses and complexes, and a fog of hopelessness so dense it was a wonder the sun ever shined on it.
If you wanted to kill somebody, you wanted to do it the Backwoods.
Nobody gave a shit out there. Not even the cops.
Hardly surprising his big brother was there.
Itachi had taken his inheritance, their parent’s insurance money and blown through it all almost as fast as he got it. Sasuke had heard the stories about his older brother’s lavish spending, coked up parties and extensive drug binges. He was nine when word on the street circulated that Itachi was broke, running from dealers he owed money and gang bangers he’d borrowed money from and hadn’t paid.
Sasuke hadn’t heard a peep out of him since, made sense if he was in the Backwoods.
They were back on the street minutes later, Naruto damn near turning cartwheels beside him as they walked, he wondered if the blonde nut had taken the upper himself.
Probably not.
Sasuke's limbs felt sluggish, dragging lazily, turning his usual self assured gait into a deflated shuffle. It was a long walk across the city, nearly an hour, and at 2 a.m. crossing certain streets was a bad idea so they took the long way a few times, adding time to their travel. His heart was pounding as they approached a rundown trailer parked behind an abandoned house.
Tucked in between skinny trees, it was completely hidden from the dark road they'd traveled, its faded exterior blending perfectly with the eerie woodland surrounding it.
They sidled around back, noting a window a bit higher up than either of them could reach.
No curtains.
Without a word, Naruto jerked his head towards the panel, and Sasuke moved to give him a boost up. They had done this so many times, peeking through unsuspecting homes before pulling a B & E. Lot of people didn’t pull curtains when they should, didn’t ensure their blinds didn’t have holes; he would have though his brother wasn’t one of those idiots, especially with all the heat on his neck.
Naruto’s dirty sneaker tapped his hand, signaling he wanted down.
He braced himself, squatting far enough for him to jump down, moving back as the teen landed safely on the ground.
Naruto shook his head and Sasuke read his silent words; doesn’t look like anybody’s home.
He pointed to the back door and twisted his hand like one would when turning a key; pop the lock.
Sasuke moved, pulling his bootlegged kit out his hoodie pocket and working on the door, Naruto turned his back to the lock-picking teen, falling comfortably into the role of lookout. Heart pounding, nausea returning with a vengeance, he had the door opened as quietly as possible, knowing a look through a window didn’t always tell the whole story. They’d been shot at more than once thinking a house was all clear when it wasn’t.
It was clear this time.
Clear and pitiful, covered in trash and garbage, smelling as bad as some of their group homes. A single dirty mattress in the tiny bedroom, a bathroom that required a hazmat suit, filthy dishes piled to the ceiling, nasty fridge nearly empty, and a bum-ass, old school television missing a knob.
Naruto pulled out his phone, glancing at the time.
“After 3, he should be here soon, ‘ttebayo,” the blue eyed sociopath noted as he reached behind him and pulled out something pitch black, “we’ll hem his ass up soon he comes in.”
Sasuke watched as he pulled the action back and took a peek inside. He reached in his back pocket, grabbed a fresh magazine and slid it inside the magazine well, the resounding click loud in his ears. Naruto worked the slide, silently pulling it back a bit before releasing, it slid closed with another click, this one an affirmation that the gun was loaded.
His insides seized, “fuck did you get that?”
“Lana,” Naruto grunted, then gave him a smug grin, “pays to know how to dick a bitch down.”
He held it out to him, barrel down, blue eyes mischievous, taunting.
A single beat of hesitation passed before Sasuke took it.
It was heavy…
So fucking heavy.
He gripped it, jaw flexing.
As though the universe was aware of his choice, as though he’d announced his decision to the world, they heard footsteps crunching the brown grass surrounding the entrance to the trailer.
His stomach dropped, sweat dotted his skin, his lungs struggled to draw breath as he crouched in the kitchen, Naruto sliding behind the door. Even in the pitch black darkness Sasuke could make out his piercing eyes alight with something demented, something that gleamed brighter than the sinister grin bearing pearly whites in his shadowed corner. He could feel anticipation oozing from the blonde boy, his elation and something much more dangerous smothering the trailer.
The door opened, a gaunt man stumbled in, Naruto launched from the shadows.
A hard hook collided with the side of the man’s head, and as he crashed, Naruto followed like a shark tasting blood.
Sasuke stood rooted to the spot, listening to the grunts and crashing, the fierce unmerciful smack of fists meeting flesh. In a frenzy, the blonde seemed poised to beat the man to death, raining blow after blow, caught up in that ‘high’ he’d talked about.
He wavered…
He could…
He could leave this to Naruto.
Leave his revenge to his bestfriend.
He could stand by and let-
The beating stopped abruptly.
Panting, Naruto straightened, fists as bloody as his smiling face, eyes wild and glowing, hair messy and falling over his crazed eyes. He sucked in breath after breath, taking one look at Sasuke’s face and bursting into hysterics, bent double as though he’d heard the funniest joke in the world.
“You should see your face, dattebayo,” he cackled before reaching for the groaning man on the floor.
He jerked him up and onto his knees, grabbing a handful of his hair, tilting the battered man’s face for Sasuke to see.
Their eyes met.
Onyx on onyx.
Sibling on sibling.
Uchiha to Uchiha.
“Sasuke…” his brother wheezed.
A single look, his name on those traitorous lips and that was all it took.
A weight pressed his chest, a sensation; wild and wrathful, filled its confines to the brim, sucking all the air from the shitty ass trailer. Starting a buzzing in his ears. He was panting, his hand shaking on the gun, insides twisting, but he didn’t feel ill. There was no sickness inside his stomach, no apprehension of crossing a line he couldn’t uncross.
No…
This was something ugly in his chest, something destructive and hateful he couldn’t begin to put name to.
His mind was a mass of chaos, a film reel replaying rapidly, filling his brain with one horror after another. He remembered it all in a rush, saw it all in a flash, a replay of every single minute of that day.
Every hellish minute that led up to an equally hellish end.
His mother screaming, his mother weeping, his mother pleading with her oldest son to put the knife down.
He father’s anguished cries, his pleas for the lives of his youngest children.
His sister begging their big brother to stop, her trembling voice questioning why, her painful silence and empty eyes in the aftermath haunting him to this day.
His own broken sobs when it was his turn, his visceral terror when that bloody blade swung his way and found purchase in his little body.
He remembered the misery that lived with him when he shut his eyes to sleep, when his numbed out mind propelled him through the motions of living. Those soul crushing moments where he felt his life draining away at the most innocuous of times, when he randomly tasted the fear of his near murder as though his saliva was coated in it.
That night was a cancer in his soul and vengeance was his cure.
He barely noticed Naruto moving, standing clear of the blast range, nor did he realize he’d squeezed the trigger until it echoed in the night and the body hit the floor.
Time passed in a blur.
He was staring at his dead brother one moment, smelt smoke the next, then felt a cool breeze on his hot skin.
He felt dazed, outside himself, his mind on static but his body moving, or rather, Naruto pulling him into the woods. He looked back at the inferno engulfing the trailer, the fire burning his brother’s dead body to a crisp. He felt himself being propped against a tree. He stared, enraptured by those angry flames licking over the treeline, the crackle that reminded him of fuckin popcorn in a microwave.
That wild, rage induced sensation in his chest was long gone, replaced with a strange numbness, a static that neither hurt nor felt good.
It just…was.
He felt…
He felt cleansed by the fire, renewed and reborn, a part of his past forever turned to ash.
“So, how ya feeling?” Naruto asked, slapping a friendly hand to his shoulder, his grin bright, eyes excited with something despicable. Stood with their dark deed blazing behind them, illuminated by wrathful flames, Itachi’s blood on his face, his wild golden locks seeming touched by hellfire, Naruto looked like a demon, “ah, never mind, I can already see it, ‘ttebayo,” his lips stretched further, head cocking slightly, “hey…you know you’re smiling right?”
No…
He hadn’t known he was.
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