MadMan | By : Mysticaldragon11 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The night before was a blur. How he managed it, Zetsu didn’t know but he had somehow gotten the skittish boy inside his apartment and onto the couch. He had gotten a name from the weary boy after calling the boy ‘kid’ numerous times. “Tobi.” No last name no middle name just Tobi. Zetsu figured that would be good enough for now.
Every move Zetsu made was calculated and observed with mistrust. Fatigue made the boy look as though he were a zombie from a horror movie Zetsu had seen with his friends. He placed pillows and blankets on the couch and wasn’t really surprised by the look of confusion on the younger boy’s face. The psycho had made Tobi sleep in a cold basement with no blankets or pillow. “You will use these tonight to sleep, okay Tobi?” Zetsu asked. He eyed the boy waiting for some response. Tobi gave none. He simply took the pillow and placed it on the couch where his head would lay and wrapped himself up like a mummy in the blankets. He curled into the fetal position on the couch and stared wide eyed at nothing in particular. Zetsu sighed and walked to his own room. His arm ached and he was beyond tired himself. Maybe leaving the hospital prematurely wasn’t a good idea but he had to find the boy. Now that he had, he wasn’t sure what his next move would be. He only knew he had to somehow help Tobi. The next morning would have been comical if Zetsu hadn’t known what Tobi had gone through. When Zetsu emerged from his room he had found Tobi barricaded in between the furniture in the room. The couch and chair had been placed like barriers around the t.v. stand. The furniture made a circle in the room with Tobi dead center of it. Zetsu wasn’t sure what he should say or do. So he left it and moved on into the kitchen. The telephone ringing sent Tobi running deeper into the apartment and slamming a door behind him somewhere. Zetsu rubbed his forehead and answered the phone. He should have known better. Deidara was chewing him up one side and down the other and then someone else had the phone. Sasori gave Zetsu hell about disappearing and making everyone worry. He apologized as much as he could but he figured it would be a while before he was forgiven. Right now his concern wasn’t whether his friends were mad at him or not. His main concern was a very traumatized boy hiding somewhere in his apartment. He politely gave Sasori the brush off and hung up. His first thought was to go and flush the boy out. Then logic hit him. The boy was probably hungry and Zetsu was a good cook. He would use his talent to bring the boy out of hiding. About twenty minutes later Zetsu had a full breakfast prepared and the table set. He stepped into the living room and called out to the boy. He made his way back into the kitchen and sat down. He placed food on both of the plates and waited. A moment later he could see a shock of black hair poking around the corner into the kitchen. Tobi slipped quietly into the room and sat down with a wince. Zetsu felt his heart clench at the memory of what the boy had gone through. Tobi reached with his fingers to pick up his scrambled eggs. Zetsu slowly reached out and stopped him. Tobi looked wild eyed at Zetsu awaiting punishment of some sort. Zetsu simply picked up Tobi’s fork and placed it in the boy’s shaking hand. He offered Tobi a gentle smile and went back to his own food. Once Tobi remembered what a fork was used for he began wolfing down his food. Zetsu was about to speak up a couple of times about slower chewing made for better digestion, only he figured it would fall on deaf ears or make the boy stop eating altogether. Once breakfast was done, Zetsu cleared the table and watched as Tobi retreated back to the living room into his shelter of furniture. Zetsu knew it would take some time to get Tobi to act normal again but he couldn’t help feel a little irritated that Tobi still didn’t quite trust him. He was after all the one to rescue Tobi from his hell. Zetsu picked up the phone and called his work. He told his boss that he had been in an accident and would need to take his sick days. He had one week of sick days stacked up and a couple of weeks vacation. He would probably need all three to get Tobi to relax. After he called his boss and his friends and had to go through the whole lecture of leaving the hospital without a word again he finally was able to begin his task of managing Tobi. Zetsu moved the couch back to its normal place and didn’t miss the disgruntled look Tobi threw him. Once he had the couch back in its spot he sat down with the remote and turned on the T.V. The sound wasn’t loud but it made Tobi jump and duck behind the chair. After several minutes of hiding he peeked out from behind it and noticed that the T.V. was playing cartoons. He worked his way out to the middle of the floor, a safe distance from Zetsu but close to the T.V. to make a quick getaway if need be. Zetsu knew that Tobi had been missing for a year. In that year the psycho had taken everything away from him. All except for his ability to scream and cry in pain. It made him sick to his stomach that he was going to have to show Tobi how to be human again. Right now the best that he could describe Tobi was a caveman. The boy was dirty and needed a bath but Zetsu knew they were a long ways from that. Zetsu figured if he could get Tobi to fall back into a normal routine then he might have a chance of saving this boy. The routine Tobi had before was one of fear and uncertainty. Zetsu wanted to make things run like clockwork for Tobi and always let the boy know what was going to happen when it happened. He felt that that would be the best therapy for him at the moment. Cartoons slowly ebbed away to news and other boring television but Tobi sat as if in a trance in front of the set. Zetsu picked up the remote and walked over to where Tobi sat. Tobi immediately flinched as Zetsu’s shadow fell across him. He reached out a steadying hand and placed it on Tobi’s shoulder. “Whoa, I’m not going to hurt you. I want to show you how to use this. That way you can watch it when you want and if I am busy you can do it yourself.” Zetsu said gently. Tobi looked wearily at Zetsu and then to the remote. Zetsu began showing him the power on/off button and the channel selector. He showed Tobi the volume and how to adjust everything. Tobi took the remote carefully afraid to touch Zetsu’s hand and eyed the plastic device as though it were foreign. Zetsu wanted to cry. He knew that Tobi had to have had all of this once and just repressed it all. Tobi began changing the channels on the television and stopped on the animal planet. He held the remote against his chest as he watched the show. Zetsu left him to it while he went to re-bandage his arm. He took off the sling and began unwrapping the gauze. He knew his arm was going to look bad but when he saw it, it made him gasp in horror. The red angry cut down his arm looked worse now in the light of the bathroom. Bruising accompanied the stitches and the broken wrist was swollen to a grotesque size. Zetsu had begged them not to hard cast his wrist at the hospital and now he regretted that decision. The soft cast offered no protection whatsoever. He needed to see his doctor. He walked out to the kitchen and picked up the phone. Tobi still sat in the middle of the room watching animal planet and Zetsu thought it was just as well. His doctor’s secretary answered and he made an appointment for an hour. He needed to shower and put on something other then sweatpants. He walked back to his room and found some decent clothes. He headed back to the bathroom and stopped in the hall to tell Tobi what he was going to do. The boy however was gone form his spot and Zetsu had a moment of sheer panic. He walked hurriedly through the living room and into the kitchen. There stood Tobi with the refrigerator door open. Zetsu sighed in relief and walked up to the younger boy. “Tobi, what do you need?” He asked. Tobi cried out in surprise and backed up until he fell over a chair and sat hard on the kitchen floor. He cried out again as pain shot through him. His body had taken so much abuse from the psycho raping him that he wondered if he would ever feel good again. Terrified eyes watched Zetsu as the older boy hurried towards him. Tobi threw his arm up to block Zetsu. Zetsu slowly and carefully put a hand on Tobi’s knee. “Hey, Tobi. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. Calm down okay?” Zetsu asked hopefully. How many times had Tobi heard the psycho say that? How many times had he promised not to hurt him? In the end he always did. Zetsu however helped Tobi up off of the floor. He guided Tobi into the living room and helped the boy lay on the couch with his blanket. Zetsu knelt down by Tobi’s head. “Can I get you something, Tobi? Are you thirsty?” Tobi hid behind his blanket and shyly peeked over the edge. He nodded. Zetsu smiled now they were getting somewhere. “What do you want to drink?” Zetsu asked. Tobi looked over at the counter in the kitchen. He pointed and then ducked behind his blanket. Zetsu looked at the counter and was about to ask again when he saw the soda can sitting there. He smiled again at Tobi and went to get the boy his drink. He pulled a cold Sierra Mist out of the refrigerator and opened it. He carried it into the living room and coaxed Tobi into a semi sitting position. He handed Tobi the can and was shocked to see Tobi begin to guzzle it. Tobi’s eyes watered from the carbonation and he looked like he was in pain. He thrust the can towards Zetsu as if it were an enemy attacking him. Zetsu barely caught it. Tobi clenched his hands over his stomach and squeezed his eyes shut. A moment later he belched and looked at Zetsu as if it was all his fault. Zetsu couldn’t help it and he laughed. “Tobi, its soda. Do you remember soda? It has bubbles and when you drink it, it causes air bubbles to build gas in your stomach. Soda should be sipped slowly.” Zetsu said. He sat the now half empty can on the end table. “I have to go take a shower now. Stay here on the couch okay?” He asked. Tobi didn’t answer nor did he make any attempt to agree. Zetsu left and went about his business. When he returned from his shower Tobi was sipping the soda and watching a show. Zetsu figured the pop incident was passed now. That was good because his arm was killing him and he needed to get to his appointment.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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