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MadMan	By : Mysticaldragon11 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zetsu began his slow descent up the well wall again. His finger screamed as he applied pressure and his broken arm ached furiously. His toes dug into the rocks as hard as they could and he kept his body tight against the wall. His foot slipped a couple of times and he desperately clung to the wall. At about fifteen feet his foot slipped and he thought he was going down once more.
He threw his broken arm out and grabbed the wall. He screamed and almost let go only to think that his death would come with a broken neck if he did so, so he continued to cling to the wall pain and all. He climbed another four feet before he began to see light seeping in around a well cover. He groaned. He would have to move that cover when he got to the top and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to do it.
With the shape he was in he was certain the well cover would also have a lock on it. He reached the top and his legs shook with the strain and his arms ached from the grip they kept on the wall. He reached for the cover and pushed the cover was a solid concrete. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He couldn’t give up now. He would surely die and he needed to get out of here.
He pushed on the cover as hard as he could once more and the cover moved about an inch. He smiled in spite of all that he had been through. He was going to get out one way or another. He pushed the cover again and lost his balance. He began to fall back and his feet were about to slip from their hold. He reached up at the last second and crammed his fingers between the cover and the edge of the well.
He swung there for a moment before his feet found their hold once more. He breathed a sigh of relief and stayed motionless for a second. His arm was in angry agony and he was pretty sure he was going to end up back in the bottom of the well with another broken one if he didn’t move soon.
He again pushed the well cover with all of his might. The cover slid a good three inches giving him a clear view of the sky. It was just about dusk he guessed. The sun was setting and the world was a soft hazy glow of the remnants of the day.
He pushed the well cover over another three inches and could now stick his head out of the hole. He breathed the air and with new determination used the back of his neck and shoulders to shove the well cover off the rest of the way. He pulled himself out of the well and lay on the ground next to it. He took a deep gratifying breath and passed out.
He awoke again later to find the sky dark and the stars out. He wanted to be angry at the stars for twinkling in the sky as if nothing was wrong. He wanted to shout to them that everything was wrong. Instead he settled for pulling himself to his feet. He thought about recovering the well in case the psycho came back. He decided against it due to the fact that his broken arm would give him away if he screamed.
He stumbled and wobbled as he walked towards the gates. He was at the side of the house he now realized and he would have to pass the front of the house and the motor home to get there. He made it as far as the front of the motor home when he heard the front door open. The psycho was talking to someone.
“It is your own fault you know. If you would just listen then I wouldn’t have to do this every time. Why would you want to leave me anyway? Am I not good to you?” He asked.
There was no answer to the psycho’s question but Zetsu could see from the other side of the motor home that the psycho was carrying someone. He opened the door to the motor home and carried the bundle of blankets in. A moment later he exited the motor home and went back into the house.
Zetsu looked towards the driveway but it was the bundle in the blankets that made him walk around the motor home and open the door. He climbed inside and walked back to the bedroom. There on the bed in a bundle of bloody sheets lay a boy of about sixteen years of age. He had black spiked although messy hair and pale white skin.
Even in the darkness Zetsu could tell the boy was in pain. No sound came form the dry cracked lips of the boy but the continuous quivering and fetal position told him plenty. He moved towards the bed. Placing his good hand minus the fingernail on the boys shoulder, he spoke softly.
“Hey, my name is Zetsu. I am going to get you out of here.” He said hoping to get the boy to trust him enough so they could get to his car and leave. The boy remained in his same position. Zetsu wondered if he had heard him or not.
“Run, get out of here before he hurts you too. You won’t escape, ever.” The small broken voice said. Zetsu cringed. This guy was a piece of work. Zetsu turned at the sound of the door to the motor home opening. He was either going to have to hide or face the psycho.
He turned to face the madman head on. The guy looked at him in shock. He hadn’t expected that the kid would get himself out of the well. Now he drew a weapon. He pointed the gun at the kid and motioned for him to get out of the motor home. Zetsu put his hands up in front of him until he got to the door. He turned to face the madman and the madman kicked him square in the back.
Zetsu fell out of the motor home down the little metal steps. He turned to look at the madman with the gun and seen that he had followed him out. “You think you are going to take him away from me? He is mine. I worked hard to get him. He will stay with me forever.” The madman said.
“You sick fuck! Who do you think you are? You can’t just take a boy when you want him and expect to keep him like a pet. He is a person. There are laws against that. You will go to prison for a very long, long time when they catch you.” Zetsu spat.
“You mean this law?” The madman asked pulling out a badge. Zetsu almost vomited. The madman was a cop. He was a decorated one at that. Zetsu turned his head away from the madman he was disgusted. No one was ever going to know what this guy was capable of. Zetsu in a rage ran forward and tackled the guy.
A pain screamed across the back of his head as the gun found the crown. He stumbled and went to the ground. He rolled to his feet and charged at the madman once more. A shot rang out and Zetsu went to the ground again. A bullet pierced his right hip and he lay on the ground gasping. The madman laughed and walked over to Zetsu. He aimed his gun at Zetsu’s head and a shot rang through the night.
The madman stumbled. Zetsu looked up at the madman. The madman fell to the ground, blood running out of his mouth. Zetsu turned to look at the motor home. The boy stood naked in the moonlight. He had a shotgun in his hands and Blood run down his legs in streams. He dropped the gun and lowered himself to his knees and threw up. Zetsu passed out once more.
When he woke lights were flashing all around. Ambulances surrounded the place along with police cars and fire rescue. Zetsu was laying on a stretcher and he wasn’t even aware of what was happening. Someone took his hand. “You’re going to be okay, Zetsu. We are here with you.” Zetsu looked for the voice.
He caught a glimpse of Kisame out the corner of his eye. His world went black. He woke again in the hospital. He stared at the wall for a while. A nurse came in and left. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was a little after noon the next day. He dropped his gaze to his cast.
It all seemed as though it had happened long ago. He couldn’t believe that only a few hours had passed. His friends came into the room. They all stood in a row at the end of his bed. He tried to smile but he couldn’t find it in him. He studied each face of the people standing at the end of his bed. He had known them all his life and yet he couldn’t express how he was feeling.
The blond on the end of the row spoke up. They say you’re going to be fine, un. They say that the bullet fragment didn’t damage the bone so they were able to just stitch it up and your arm will heal quickly, un.” He said trying to break the silence. Zetsu nodded. His tongue felt leaden.
“What the hell happened out there, man?” The silver haired one asked. A fist came out to punch the smaller guys arm. “Ow! What the fuck was that for?” The smaller one cursed. He got a glare from emerald green eyes. Zetsu sat up a little more.
“It’s okay Kakuzu. Hidan is curious. I guess you all are. Thank you Deidara for telling me about my injuries. I wouldn’t have thought to ask the doctors about them.” He said easing the blonde’s discomfort. He cleared his throat to ease the bile that seemed to be rising.
“It started when I got lost. I made a wrong turn. I found a house and went to ask for directions. The guy offered me lemonade and I took it. I woke up later in a well shaft. The guy had cut my arm and I broke it when I fell off the wall trying to climb out. I finally made it and then there was a motor home. It had black windows.” Zetsu was almost speaking in a trance now and then all of a sudden it hit him.
“WHERE IS THE BOY?” He shouted. All of his friends now looked at him in concern. What boy was he referring too? “There was no boy, Zetsu. We found you and the guy who did all of this to you.” Kisame said. Zetsu shook his head. Tears began to fall. “I have to find the boy.” He said defiantly. The group of friends stood looking confused while he played the sight of the boy over in his mind.
The boy was out there and he had to find him one way or another.
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