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Some Things Are Felt	By : Damp Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"Gai! Gai! We need to call the fire department!"
"What's happened?"
"Fire! There's a big- I don't know what happened, but we need to call the fire department now!"
"Wait… Where is this fire?"
"Just up north, maybe a 10 minute drive from here. It's huge! The smoke can be seen from all corners of the Forest! We need to call the fire department and the police for back-up and investigation! This was no natural disaster!"
She was out of breath by the time she was done with her tirade. Adrenaline and fear were still pumping fiercely through her veins, just barely giving her the strength to shout to him the important details of their situation. They needed to act fast if they wanted to catch the a-holes that had done this.
It had been quite the conundrum for her when she saw the glass windows shake for just a moment. It was enough cause for her to get up from her small front lobby desk and go explore the phenomena.
When she got outside and took a breath, she was further shocked by the rancid smell of smoke that hit her. She began to cough and sputter, unable to think as to where this stench was coming from. Panic hit her and she ran back inside the building to go and get a better view of the forest, dread beginning to form in the pit of her stomach.
She reached for her binoculars once she had reached the third floor, but as her eyes looked out into her beloved forest, her face fell at the sight that greeted her. Her hands trembled as she put away the binoculars.
Smoke was billowing out into the skies and covering a fraction of the forest in a disgusting and disfiguring black. Every now and then a spark coming up to greet the sky only to fizzle out and die before it could really start any more flames.
Whatever the state of the fire, she couldn't shake off the awful feeling in her gut. So she ran to go and inform her supervisor of the state of affairs in the forest. There were no elevators in the building so she had to run all the way up to the sixth floor, just one level short of the watch-tower roof.
She had burst through his door, and quickly explained to him what she had just seen. She had been expecting him to trip over his shoes with the news, his jaw to drop, his eyes to widen, for his breath to stop- something along the lines of her own state of mind. He was a man of gentle natures and loved all things animal and environmental- a forest fire always devastated him.
She was not expecting for him to just turn back to his work and say, "Ignore it for now."
She became even more confused when his office phone and walkie-talkie sprang to life with noise- and he sat unmoving, not making a single indication that something out of the ordinary was happening.
"Aren't you going to answer those?" she had asked him.
He simply turned to face her and said in a calm manner, "Do not worry. It was a scheduled forest fire; that area has a few things in it that needed to be ridden of."
Her eyes widened and she took a hesitant step towards his desk, "Gai, there are NO scheduled fires till September of 2010…We're still in the year 2009, Gai."
"TenTen." His voice stern and distant, the glow in his dark-brown eyes gone and his shoulders tense.
She didn't like the tone in his voice and responded cautiously, "Yes?"
"Drop it."
Thoroughly confused and distraught, she walked over to him and placed her shaky hands on his desk. She wasn't scared and she would not back down from a challenge- she wasn't going to be put in the dark about something like this.
It was so obvious that events were taking place behind her back, Gai was a terrible liar. Things like his three hour long 'walks' through the forest. For reasons he refused to talk about. She could forgive those little lies… But the fact that Gai was simply going to ignore something this huge pissed her off.
Something was wrong.
"What aren't you telling me?" she narrowed her eyes and dared him to say otherwise.
At that moment his voicemail picked up, effectively startling the both of them and preventing her from interrogating him. But the message was what sent her heart into a frantic beat, "Gai! I found the body they left behind! What the fuck am I suppose to do with it?"
She couldn't have possibly tensed up any further, as her supervisor, Gai, picked up the phone and shouted back, "Hide it, you moron! Or are you too much of an imbecile to figure things out on your own?"
Her eyes connected with Gai's, and for a brief moment her world stopped as he sighed out, while rubbing his stupid bowl cut hair, "And we have another problem."

Sasuke woke up this morning with something dead in his mouth.
Running to the bathroom, with his mouth wide open, he quickly spit out whatever was in his mouth once he got to the sink. While clenching his eyes shut, he turned on the water faucet to clean the bowl of whatever was inside his mouth. He counted to ten and peeked at the bowl hoping that it was just his imagination and he was simply overacting.
There was a small cripple-legged thing right around the edge of the bowl…
Feeling bile rise up his throat, he ran out of the bathroom and downstairs to the guest bathroom. Thankful that the door was wide open, he kneeled in front of the toilet and retched. Not even caring that the bathroom door was open, he continued to retch and dry-heave till he felt better.
When he was done, he hugged his knees and just rested his head against the wall closest to the toilet. He didn't care that he only wore boxers and his signature necklace; that it was still very dark outside and that everyone in this house was a light sleeper; no one was going to be able to remove him from his sanctuary till he felt better.
It was nice and quiet around this time of night and he could faintly hear the crickets and frogs. He was soothed by the sounds and his eyes began to droop. His heart rate slowed to a calmer and quieter rhythm. Just as sleep was beginning to creep on him, his stopped breathing as he came to a sudden realization.
No matter what breed of bug or amphibian, there was no way in hell they would survive without some kind of pond, park, vegetation or something other. Something the city was completely and utterly void of…
Getting up from his position on the bathroom floor and he went to investigate the noise. Curiosity being a fiend or friend, he always went to her call. He had learned early on that ignoring her calls only lead up to a more painful way of learning Life's lessons, so he stuck by Curiosity in hopes of better confronting the inevitable.
With these thoughts in mind and perfectly comfortable with ignoring the warning bells going off in his head, he proceeded towards the source of the commotion. The front door was located directly in front of the second floor stairs which the guest bathroom was conveniently right underneath.
Taking a slow breath, he unlocked the door and braced himself for whatever may come his way. This was something that he knew wasn't going to sit well with him; he just knew it in his heart and soul. It was the small knot in his stomach- that only seemed to get bigger with every turn of the knob- that was one of his ways of measuring just how big or bad this discovery was going to be.
The knot was making him sick- just as sick as the dead spider in his mouth had made him.
He threw open the door- not caring about the slam because no one had woken up to his retching so they weren't going to wake to this small noise and well, fuck them for not checking on him earlier. He only managed to put one foot forward before the scenery completely exploded in his face and threw him so out of place he landed roughly on his behind. He was still only in his boxers.
What the hell?
He was on the floor and couldn't do anything, other than curse his luck, due to his temporary blindness. This new surrounding was sunny and because of such a harsh contrast from his nightly home, it completely screwed him over for any hope of finding out where he was. While the dark was soothing and allowed rest, the sun demanded attention and forced people to go and do something.
Catching the hint, he rubbed his eyes in hopes of gaining his vision back while listening hard for anything to give him a hint of his surroundings. He was only further irked and worried when he was met by a somber sort of silence. One that clouded the area so thoroughly, he wondered if he had gone deaf too.
Feeling that it was safe enough to open his eyes, he was stunned by the vast colors that were swirling all around him. Flaming reds, billowing blacks, twisting greens, sparking blues, crumbling browns, flashes of white and orange twirled and danced before him, only adding to his confusion and not really helping him in the least.
Getting up, he reached out and tried to grab something orange- only to gasp when all the colors started moving to shape something. Flinching in pain when the colors managed to graze against him, he realized that the colors, the red ones in particular, were hot as all hell and sharp to the touch.
Those also seemed to be the most prominent color.
The colors soon began taking shape, forming some kind of structure and then filling the rest of his surroundings. Where he stood turned into grass, dirt, and gravel, forming a small path to the structure where most of the colors were gathering and still forming.
As the scene made itself clearer, he realized that the colors were actually pieces of debris. Dirt, pieces of trees, flying gravel, still burning walls, black smoke, and different colored sparks- not colors, but the destroyed surrounding that was flying around him.
Actually, most of the debris was flying away from him and going to form his surroundings. He realized with a start that he was watching something happen, but he was watching it all in reverse.
The brightness that had blinded him earlier was actually from an explosion, and those hot and sharp colors were the projectiles from the explosion. This explained the deafness- he had arrived right after the explosion had gone off.
When there was nothing left to listen to.
He blinked and marveled at the rapid pace everything was piecing itself back together. The trees, grass, and ground were the fastest and the first thing he could see in picture perfect detail. Next, was an odd assembly of cars that surrounded the-still-piecing-itself-together structure, which he now recognized as a building.
He watched and could only widen his eyes as people took shape and were walking around oddly, because everything was going about backwards. The people that were walking around were the reason for the growing scowl on his face. Whatever it was they were doing, it didn't look too good.
They were carrying boxes in and out of the building- it was looking more and more like a type of facility- and several of the men were openly carrying guns. It looked like they were all in a hurry and some of the cars had drivers already sitting down at the wheel.
Curiosity prompted him to walk around the cars and any fear of being seen was soon banished when they all continued to ignore his presence, even after he called out to them. He could hear small snippets of their conversation, but as he had no idea to their context, chose to keep them in the back burner for now.
He walked amongst the men, because although he couldn't see their faces, they were blurred, he could make out their gender thanks to the dark suits they were wearing. He couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable with all of the knives that were casually and languidly thrown up and into the air, only to be caught in the same hands of the men that threw them up.
So maybe not all of them had matured fully, but they were very tall and well built. He doubted he could take one down easily, in fact, he doubted he could take them down in a fair fight. He was only 5'7" and weighing in at about 140 pounds- these guys looked like they could take him down with just a shove in the right direction.
He looked back towards the facility and narrowed his eyes when he noticed something. Not quiet believing it he began walking towards the facility and narrowed his eyes even further. One of the bigger men was leaning on a pillar at the entrance of the facility and although his face was blurred, he could still make out the shade of orange hair.
For a moment, he lost his focus as well as his breath.
Nagato
His eyes couldn't have possibly gotten any wider and his jaw was left wide open to catch flies. Words that he wanted to say, but couldn't, were stuck in his throat and he could only stand there and look like an idiot. His body froze as his mind was bombarded with thoughts and actions he could only ever dream of accomplishing to this man.
And then something snapped in his mind.
Anger- rage-, unlike any kind he had ever dealt with, exploded and ran rampant through his veins. He was so shocked and unprepared for the violent onslaught of emotions, he didn't realize what he was doing up until he had fallen flat on his face.
Something foul was being breathed into his ear, but so strong and uncontrollable was his rage, he couldn't for the life of him make out what was being said to him. He heard himself growl and felt the ground beneath him tremble and quake.
There was a weight on him that refused to budge, no matter how much he struggled and pushed. Giving up on the weight, he craned his neck so that he could catch a glimpse of Nagato. It took a bit, but when he maneuvered his shoulders so that most of the weight was on his left side, he caught a glimpse of him.
Nagato was just standing there, not really caring for what was going on. As if I wasn't here… That thought pissed him off to no end, and he renewed his efforts to push off the weight on him. How dare he! How dare he fucking- ! Fuck him!FUCK. THIS!
He screamed and with one last gruntwas able to remove the weight on top of him. He didn't look back to see what was on top of him, he didn't care. All that mattered was that Nagato was right in front of him and that no one was going to be able to stop him.
This was going to be his moment of triumph.
Nagato was walking away from him when he got up. His back was turned- an opportunity he knew he would not get twice- and he ran at him with his arms ready. He fingers felt the smooth trusses of his orange hair and didn't think twice when his hands wrapped around Nagato's neck.
He was going to make this quick, but he wanted Nagato to get a good look at the person who was going to be the cause of his death. Nagato was going to die, and that would be the end of it all.
His family and his friends would be safe.
Just as Nagato knelt down to the ground and was breathing his last, he was knocked down and forced to the ground. He blinked once, not quiet understanding what had just gone down. Lifting his head off the ground, he snarled when he realized that Nagato was now standing.
And it looked like he was laughing.
A thought that only fueled his rage and made him get up and charge at Nagato without thinking. Swinging his fist in blind rage, he threw wild punches left and right; he didn't care that his fists weren't connecting with any part of Nagato's flesh. Actually, he wasn't really paying attention to anything other than Nagato. He was here and he needed to be taken down now.
While he was fighting Nagato, he didn't notice that the background was changing again. It wasn't until he miscalculated one of his punches- which Nagato gracefully dodged- that he realized, with a small gasp leaving his lips, just how small his hand had become. He took a couple of seconds to marvel at this, looking at the rest of his body and noting that it, too, had become small.
It was as if he was a small child again.
Where am I?
Glancing around his surrounding, he noted that the cars and forest were gone, the sun disappeared, and that the men, along with Nagato, had vanished. The only thing that remained from the previous setting was the brightly lit facility from before. He was left in the dark, literally, and as if adding to the madness, his surroundings began to crumble and give way.
He got away…
Confusion and anger were currently clouding his instinct to run inside the facility- which seemed to be the only thing that wasn't affected by the oncoming destruction of their surroundings- and wariness began to settle into his bones. That confrontation had drained a lot out of him and left him wanting to spite Curiosity for pulling such a stunt.
He was in his house, then he was in a forest with Nagato - and now this? What was going on? He knew better than to ignore Curiosities call, but he just didn't trust his new surroundings.
He was still breathing pretty hard from the amount of energy he had exerted while fighting- if you could even call it that- Nagato. The fact that he hadn't been able to land a single blow against Nagato angered the hell out of him.
But it only added fuel to his flame. He was slowly, but surely, inching his way towards the prize. The only prize that mattered at this point.
With these thoughts in mind, he calmly walked towards the facility. Every step he took towards the facility seemed to make it glow brighter, as if a beacon in the middle of all this destruction. The similarity did not go unnoticed by him.
A frown found its way to his face as he made it to the pillars. Feeling eyes on him, he hesitated just as he rested his hand on the shiny doorknob. Casting one last glance behind him, he couldn't help but feel a small flutter in his stomach as he noticed a small blond-haired boy wave at him from the dark and crumbling distance.
Sasuke wasn't able to make out the rest of his face as it was covered by the boy's blond strands of hair. He was only able to make out that the boy was calmly standing with one arm behind his back, the other still waving to him, a warped smile slowly spreading across his lower face.
If it wasn't for the Nagato encounter, he would have sworn it was just his head playing games with him. As it was, he knew something was being displayed to him, something important was trying to convey its message to him.
He let go of the doorknob for just a second, a brief and awful second, and in that moment a scream so piercing and loud hit his ears and shook him to the core. The ground beneath his feet gave way and, with nothing to grab a hold of, he fell.

He awoke with a pounding headache and a sore body. Every muscle at his disposal was on lock-down and refused to move. The covers he was currently under only helped destroy his resolve to get up and out of bed. And the stupid sun that was peering out of his curtains wasn't helping any either.
As it was, the alarm- which was what awoke him- was blasting and his ears and headache could only ignore it for so long. Releasing a groan, his arm begrudgingly crawled towards the source of sound and promptly punched the 'off' button on his alarm.
He was further annoyed when he noticed just how clingy and hot it was beneath the covers. Ignoring those little things was easy, but ignoring the pounding in his chest was not. Getting up from his pillows in a quick and panicked manner, he couldn't help but feel something was not clicking.
Nightmares were easy things to get over and forget, but this was entirely different. This was a night terror that had invaded him, body and soul, leaving him defenseless and weak.
A spider the size of three houses coming after him was something he didn't want to think about, but he could deal with those imaginings. Killers hiding behind a bush, wielding a bloodied axe and getting ready to strike was something his relatives had had to deal with in the past. Not now and no sweat; he carried a gun with him at all times.
Reason was his main defense against the nightmares, against things that made him shiver and repulse, and helped fight off the insecurities he sometimes felt in the face of opposition. This entity was an unknown, as well as familiar, foe he had never conquered in any way, shape or form.
These thoughts only made him grip his sheets and glare at his lap.
He was confused and the only people that could answer his questions were out of town for the next few hours. This thought only served to irk him some more; there would be no relief from these thoughts until his father or Kakashi came back.
Glancing at the clock, it was 7:17 AM, he thought a hot shower was what would soothe his sore body. Noting that the door was closed, he lifted up his sheets with his left arm and revealed the rest of his naked body to the room. Shivering slightly, he let the cool artificial air circulating around his house work its magic and wake him up fully.
With a sigh, he heaved himself off of his queen sized bed and padded over to his drawers to grab a fresh and clean towel. His feet barely made a sound against the hardwood floor, his ears focused toward the door and on the alert for any sign of life outside his room.
Sensing no one, he grabbed a towel at random and walked towards his door. Pulling it open, he walked calmly toward the bathroom that was just down the hall. Shivering, he hugged the towel tighter against his body, doing the best to keep warm in his too-well ventilated house.
Upon reaching the bathroom door he glanced around the hall, not feeling up to the shower for some odd and completely relevant reason, thinking back to the beginning of his dream last night. Stalling, he stepped back a bit, before shaking his head at his ridiculousness and walked into the bathroom.
Once he stepped inside and glanced around, -not looking into the sink bowl- he couldn't help but feel foolish. Scoffing, he placed his towel up on the towel rack and quietly closed the door behind him. He quickly went to go and heat up the water for his shower.
When he deemed it warm enough, he quickly immersed himself in the heated vapor and soothing 'massage' setting the showerhead was always on. Letting the heat do away with his sore muscles, he let his mind wander back to his earlier troubles.
The boy with blond hair was a reoccurring character in his dreams, but the dreams had always been attached to or originated from a memory. The boy's face was always visible and the smiles were never warped.
He felt tired and the shower was no longer doing him any good as his thoughts began to way heavy on his body. He knew better than to think about that boy, but he just didn't have the strength to let the thought go.
No matter how painful the memories turned.

For some reason, it was hard to look at him.
Those big, bright, and blue eyes were inescapable. His voice, a soft, gentle and pleasant tone to listen to compared to his usual loud, brass and callous one. He only ever used these tactics on him when things were bad.
But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out what was bothering his friend so much as of late.
The hand on his shoulder tightened its grip when he tried to free himself from it. He sighed, wanting to get rid of the boy, but not quite sure how to do so without being a complete asshole about it.
"So, do you think you can come over and we can hang out? You've been so busy and you won't even tell me what schools you applied to. Kyu wants me to go to the same school that he's at, but I don't even want to take the test unless I know you're gonna apply there, too."
A raw and familiar scorching heat started to settle in his chest as the unmentionable red-head was brought up into their conversation. Wanting nothing to do with him or Naruto at the moment, he aimed his harshest glare at his disposal and turned it to the blond idiot that never could take a hint, "Look, Naruto, I've really got to get home. I don't think I'll be able to hang out tonight."
"But Sasuke-"
"God! Why don't you get it? Just leave me alone, alright!"
Those blue eyes widened at his shout, but immediately narrowed as their owner returned the shout with his own, "You know what? Fine, god, sorry if my trying to be your friend annoys you so much."
He visibly deflated a bit before whispering, "I just wanted to hang out with my brother..."
From the distance, someone called out Naruto's name.
Sasuke noticed those blue eyes widen ever-so-slightly and he looked scared for a moment, but that thought was immediately discarded as everyone and their mother knew that Naruto was afraid of nothing. Sasuke was just tired after a long week of school and homework and several martial arts classes he had recently started taking.
The voice from a distance did the trick- Naruto took a step back, away from Sasuke, and started walking in the opposite direction. With his back turned, his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep into his ripped jean pockets; he looked defeated. It unnerved Sasuke.
"Hey, wait!"
He caught up to the blond and without pause said, "I applied to Kishi, Oto, and the one Sarutobi said I should go to, though I forgot the name of it… And a bunch of others, but I don't care about those."
Naruto raised an eyebrow at him, before replying, "You applied to Oto? Dude, why?"
He only shrugged before saying, "You can say what you want about the pieces of shit that walk around that campus, but you can't argue with their system of education over there. They learn something and it stays in their head."
Although he was never the type to apologize, he had the decency to feel embarrassed by his earlier outburst, "Listen, about earlier," He took a breath before continuing, "I've just been really busy and stressed out. Things have been really weird around the house and with all the martial art classes I'm taking- I'm really strapped for time…"
Not knowing how else to end his pathetic rambling, he could only lamely finish with, "Maybe some other day?"
Naruto only nodded his head before smiling at him and began to say something, only Sasuke couldn't make out what he was saying because his brain had stopped working at that precise moment.
It wasn't fair that something simple, such as that smile, could disarm him so truly.

He should have listened.
He shouldn't have doubted himself in that moment that he thought he saw something wrong in Naruto's eyes. All he had to do was ask the blond what was wrong- Naruto would have told him.
Naruto never hid anything from Sasuke, he was always kind and understanding. Why did he have to be such an idiot? The signs were all around him, but he was young and foolish and he didn't want to admit to himself that things had been getting a little out of hand between them.
That had been the first lesson Curiosity had tried to teach him- and he had failed.
He had failed in every sense of the word.
Wanting to get away from his guilt, he snapped out of his thoughts and reached for the shampoo. His shaky hand was his only indication before he gave a quiet shout when he realized that the water had dropped to a less favorable temperature.
No longer feeling up for the shower he turned off the water and got out. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he hurried out of the bathroom and into the, thankfully, empty hall. Not wanting to chance being seen naked by one of the cleaning ladies, he ran to his room and locked the door once he was sure he was alone inside his room.
Thoughts of Naruto and his failure still running through his mind, he leaned heavily against the door and felt himself deflate a little. Shortly after their talk that day, Sasuke was still too busy and hadn't been able to hang out with Naruto as he had promised.
A week soon turned into a month and then three months went by before Sasuke took notice of the distance that was growing between them. Sure, they saw each other while in school and during school tournaments, but it wasn't the same.
And then it was too late
Things spiraled so fast and out of control... He shook his head back and forth, trying his best to dispel the thoughts that were running afoul through his mind. Between last night's dream and these thoughts, he was really screwing himself over.
Sure the past is not something to cling to, especially when it was preventing him from moving forward, but that's how you learn, right? You always learn more from your mistakes than your successes? Or was it the other way around?
"Screw it." He breathed out as he headed over to his closet to pick out something comfortable to wear for the day.
And he left it at that.

A/N
Inspirational songs for this: "Settle Down" (i was just as shocked) & "Chameo Lover" by Kimbra, and then listening to the entire discography of the AMAZING (dis)band(ed) Breaking Benjamin.
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