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Sector Five	By : FlairForTheVeil Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2292 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: The Past and A New Beginning
Ten years ago was the time that the Nation lived in perfect peace and harmony. The Nations took only about thirty percent of the open space of the world, the rest left unexplored for the fear of the unknown. A peace treaty arranged in the land was followed cleanly, not even a hint of rebellious or violent activity in any of the land. Strong military divisions and trading companies were formed, schools were established separately for those who wished to be a part of the military and those who wished to take on a career such as a medic or a teacher. Large clans commuted through the expanse very often to spread their blood and peaceful word and not a single soul in the Nation was troubled.
In the Nation only, that is.
It was when a group known as the Elders came upon the Nation from an unexplored area of the world. They proposed to the citizens that if they each nominated a member to lead a divided piece of land from the five of their group, they could be stronger and soon populate the whole world with their dark technology. The citizens never expected that they would be morning their decision.
So successfully, the Nation was torn apart and divided into five Sectors, all of which were overpopulated.
The citizens were ripped from their homes and families and randomly spread through whatever land that they got thrown in by the malicious robots known as Katons.
One, which was given the title Otogakure and led by Orochimaru Sannin. It manufactured all weapons and artillery and still does to this day, whoever lives in it. One, which carried out all criminal and gangly activities, assassinations and assaults against the other Sectors and innocent citizens.
Two, which was given the title Sunagakure and dictated by Homura Mitokado. Two manufactured most goods and furniture and some landscaping supplies such as cement and sand. Its people were friendly and lucky.
Three, Kirigakure. Kotaru Utatane. Three had absolutely no beneficial goods to the rest of the Sectors and its people were known for being unstable and rash.
Four. Iwagakure was the worst of them all, torn from its roots by a psychotic Tobirama Senju. It was the brawl between Senju and Five that had the world crumbling even further than it already was.
Five, Konohagakure, a green land with plentiful resources and peaceful souls tortured by the Danzo Shimura. Its military was the strongest and largest, and it was a well-known fact that it was the landscape to live in and that it was overpopulated to over twice its capacity.
So the Elders, despite their differences and disagreements, decided to do something about that.
They ripped ten percent of the military from each Sector and jammed them into flying contraptions that sent them to the opposite sides of the world. If they were strong and worthy enough, they would return alive. They slaughtered forty percent of citizens and burned their bodies and abandoned another twenty percent of citizens with the military. Left behind were only the powerful adolescents and strongest military members, children and senior citizens’ ashes flying away with the wind. Most people who were disposed of in the wild died. All people who are in the wild and open are now wanted dead. Those strongest ones are still living, like survival groups here today. It is every man for himself, in a sense, and a group will only slow you down but you travel with one for the sake of company. There are bandit groups who use their women to lure men away from their camps and loot their supplies. There are spy groups from sector One who eliminate all humans they come across, and update hunter Katon bots scout the open land and incinerate every living thing it comes across. Now there are actual military groups that come from the Sectors to eliminate us with greater accuracy.
Sector Three used to be known as a refugee camp but it was discovered by a stray Katon and completely destroyed about two years ago. The word today is that abandoned military checkpoints are the place to be and left unsearched for a bug in the system that reports that they still have legal inhabitants. Of course, Five is an abandoned no-man’s land, but it is too great of a risk to travel to it.
One of those few military checkpoints is our only hope. If they are overrun by Sector officials, it’s over. Completely and one hundred percent over. There is no more hope in this world except for the fact that you may find a recently expired can of beans in the middle of the road and loot it fast enough that a Katon doesn’t shoot your ass. But if we can start some sort of new civilization, a new world, maybe even a new Nation, then there is hope. It would be an incredibly long shot, but it’s worth it in this fucked up world, is it not?
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Naruto pursed his lips at the seemingly new information Kakashi relayed to him a few hours ago, weakly chewing a piece of beef jerky.
After the man had said the name Danzo, a man with a disapproving voice and bandages covering most of his face fluttered through his thoughts so fast he wasn’t sure if he even remembered it. But, he remembered being the mere age of six in Konoha with the blurry faces of what looked like his friends. He recalled the word academy and gun marches and combat.
Naruto wanted to help these people. God, he wanted to help Kakashi who smiled even though he was in severe pain, who was friends with the old pervert. He wanted to help the bright Karin since he could just tell that she had such a bright future with her advanced medical knowledge and hunting skills. She was sharp and pretty and caring, fierce and burdened all at the same time. He wanted to help Juugo because the guy was in too much mental pain to speak but even a few words. He wanted to help Suigetsu because even though the boy fooled around and teased Karin into the dirt, he saw how the white haired boy would detachedly stare off at a certain point in the distance and heard the blandness in his insulting words sometimes. He wanted to help Itachi because he could tell all the harsh man wanted to do was protect his brother, and he knew absolutely nothing about the silent Sasuke.
Sasuke.
Naruto looked up from the fire and across at Karin who was loudly snoring into a medical book about contagious diseases. The blonde smiled and looked beside him to where Sasuke had dozed off. His pink lips slightly fluttered in a word spoken in his dreams Naruto couldn’t read. His neck was smooth and his stomach was flat and his figure was obviously well sculpted. Sasuke had long legs, was clad in dark clothes and had porcelain white skin with startling blue veins visible on the inside of his wrists. Naruto peeked at them a bit closer, noticing that they were seriously blue and that the inside of his hands were just about stark white. He brushed his hand against his and his eyes widened at how cold they were. Kami, was Sasuke a bloodsucker or some shit?
Naruto shrugged off one of the three blankets Juugo had set atop him and draped it over Sasuke, pulling it up to under the boy’s chin and getting onto his hands and knees.
He bit his lip as he sat on his haunches, his torn back quivering and maybe not really ready to support his body weight, but he wanted to stretch anyway. Karin gave a violent snore and slumped back on the log behind her. He chuckled before he painfully rose into a crouch and tried not to gasp when two of his ribs tangled together, standing up straight with a nasty wince on his face and his eyes burning. Damn, damn, damn, that hurts!
The blond breathed slowly and looked down at the thick socks on his feet. He scrunched his nose as he noticed that his Timberlands had seemed to keep running away from Katons on their own and that his guns and shivs were missing from the pockets of his cargo pants and his flak jacket was nowhere to be seen. Naruto whined at the cold and wandered into the direction of the forest that everyone else had gone, faint light visible from the many tree branches.
He slowly maneuvered over stray pebbles and another strange Velcro sandal was randomly placed again. He picked it up and looked at the well-worn sole by thin toes and a highly arched foot and checked the size – eight and a half. It was presumably one of the guys’, since Karin surely didn’t wear nine and a half in women’s sizes because she was a petite girl. He snickered as he thought of her wearing a large shoe size, waving it at a terrified Suigetsu who begged her not to smash him with it.
He kept the sandal in his hand and stepped in rhythm to Karin’s snores towards the florescent light he could see just about ten feet in front of him. He curiously stepped into an opening that had a bright battery powered lantern in the center that was surrounded by five large tents and looked around for a familiar face- preferably Juugo or even Kakashi- and he was slammed against an oak tree. The little breath Naruto held wheezed from his mouth and his ribs cramped painfully before he was met with the mad eyes of one rabid looking Itachi. The man had sticks and leaves in his loose hair and his eyes were wide in rage as he squeezed Naruto’s esophagus.
“Why do you have Sasuke’s shoe?” Was hotly rasped into his ear and Naruto tried to cringe away from the taller man and drag air back into his lungs. His arms flailed with the sandal still in his hand he tried to kick the man away when Itachi was ripped from him and his wrists held back by Kakashi, whose eyes were squinted in a smile.
“Resorting to violence, are we, Itachi?” Kakashi chuckled. Years of holding his temper and he had no trouble whatsoever containing the brunet. Itachi growled and fixed his eyes that nearly shone red in the moonlight on Naruto and spit again, “Why do you have my brother’s shoe?”
Naruto held up the sandal, glanced at it, looked at Itachi, and looked back at the shoe. “Eh… I found it on the ground on the way here? The other one’s by the fire?” He tried to smile at Itachi, but it only turned into a nervous grimace as Kakashi laughed and let the man’s wrists go. Itachi stalked so fast towards Naruto that the blond swore he saw dirt flying behind him and violently snatched the sandal out of his grasp and struck him in the neck with it.
Naruto screeched and sprinted away from Itachi, screaming that he hadn’t done anything wrong. He yelled for somebody, anybody to help him, screamed Juugo’s name and ran into one of the tents to unexpectedly stomp on Suigetsu’s stomach, who doubled up in pain and bellowed into Naruto’s knee and punched Juugo in the chest, who roared and rose so quickly that his head ripped a whole in the top of the tent.
Kakashi’s laughter could be heard echoing into the forest as Naruto cringed away from Itachi and his Death Sandal for the rest of the night.
The next morning resulted in an exclusively snappy Karin and everybody in the camp shying away from Kakashi’s malicious glint in his mismatched eyes. Naruto thought he felt an apprehensive tension that everybody was displaying, but ignored it.
Naruto sat nestled in the corner farthest from Itachi and next to Suigetsu and Sasuke, picking at his ration of oatmeal. Last night Kakashi had asked him to sleep in the same tent as Sasuke, of which the matter Itachi was nearly foaming at the mouth with. Sasuke made very little (or you could call it absolutely no) conversation. The boy was obviously not a morning person as he glared at the beams of sunlight that made it through the tent’s entrance flaps and rose out of his sleeping bag like a zombie, stepping all over Naruto’s legs in the process.
He had just finished off his cup of stale oatmeal when Kakashi decided to open his mouth and made everybody but himself, Itachi, and Sasuke groan in distress.
“Maa, you all know what day it is,” Kakashi scolded the group and stood up from his crouched position. “We can’t leave without Kisame or Deidara, you hooligans.”
“It’s Loot Day!” Suigetsu spat at Kakashi’s feet and chugged from a gallon’s bottle of water.
“That it is,” Kakashi replied and stuffed his hand in the pockets of his dark pants. “Every fourteen days we walk into the main road of town and loot the convenience stores for food and other supplies. Sometimes we’ll be lucky enough to find a hospital and pick up medical supplies,” he glanced at Karin and Sasuke. “Every thirty-one days we drive twenty miles south along the Fire River, clear the Katons and scouts within a few miles and search a certain radius for one of those checkpoints.”
“Just tell us whose turn it is,” Suigetsu slurred to Naruto’s right and nudged him with his elbow. “Sure as hell it ain’t me this time, went last time.”
“Yes, that’s why it’s Sasuke’s turn this time,” Kakashi handed a few crumpled papers to the raven. “But we’re sending our little Naru with him so he can get the point and main things to pick up.” Sasuke scowled at the silver haired man and glared at his older brother who merely smirked at him while Karin approached Naruto. She grabbed his wrist and slipped her own paper into his rough hand. Naruto leant down a bit and she stood on the tips of her toes to whisper something in his ear, the blond nodding and slipping the paper into his pocket.
She was about to turn away when Naruto gave her a skittish poke in the middle of her back and she turned back to him, pushing her glasses farther up her nose and raising her scarlet eyebrows.
“Uh… hehe… well, do you- um… where do I find these?” He hurriedly whispered, the back of his neck slightly pink when he rubbed it with his hand.
Karin scoffed a “Figure it out, blondie!” and sunk down onto a log in front of the smoking remains of their little bonfire.
Kami, Naruto thought to himself. Why do the worst things happen to me?
He frowned and turned to Kakashi and the pale brothers, noting how Kakashi looked sterner than usual and nodded along with what Itachi looked to be violently whispering down in his brother’s face. Sasuke’s arms were crossed and he scowled into the forest, not even sparing Itachi a glance as he was given the same speech for the hundredth time.
Naruto also noted that Sasuke’s skin legitimately looked the color of porcelain, and probably paler than usual due to his soft black pants and long sleeved navy shirt. He had bandages weaved over his pants on top of his left hamstring and had the strange black sandals on from last night. The blond wondered why the pair was strewn randomly and could only conclude that he dropped them. They were open toed with a band around the top of his foot and encased his whole ankle and just a bit above.
He broke himself from his thoughts and strode to Kakashi, the man slightly turning to him and Itachi’s voice faltering from his talking at Sasuke. “Can I at least have my shoes back?” Naruto whined at Kakashi. The man rose silver eyebrows at him. “Hmm, I forgot about them,” Kakashi said and turned back to the main camp to emerge a few moments later with his beloved beat up Timberlands in hand.
Naruto bent over and jammed his right foot into one, and faltered when he stood up and saw the initials GS written on the tongue of the left one. Sea green eyes lined in black illuminated his mind and gazed at him like a cat. The image of the eyes backed out and minimized and his mind was filled with thin lips and a strange symbol when he registered Itachi’s voice in his ear.
“-got it?” the man spat in his ear, backing away and glaring at the blond.
Naruto glanced around at the faces and backs turned to him, blinking at the sun and turning to the brunet. “Huh?” He grunted.
“Dumbass.” The brunet grumbled and stalked away to sit next to Juugo on a log.
He glanced right at deep obsidian eyes who were calculating him like that of an owl its prey. There was no expression on the defined and sharp features of Sasuke’s face, but Naruto knew the guy was planning something in the back of his broody mind.
Kakashi shoved them both together and away from him and tossed them a few rounds of ammo. “Go now, before the scouts come out. Preserve bullets, got it?” He tossed a rifle at Sasuke who slung the strap of the gun on his shoulder and walked away from the pair, and a nearly empty gasoline tank to Naruto. The blond pouted as he realized he wasn’t allowed a gun yet and pocketed the ammo for safekeeping. He wondered when he would get his own weapons and belongings back since his wallet wasn’t even in his pocket and he knew he probably had some pictures of his past friends in there. The cash in it was just for comfort, papers Naruto found on the ground previously. Money didn’t matter anymore. This world was about pure survival.
Sasuke turned to him and muttered a somewhat friendly “Let’s go,” and led him away from the camp.
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