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Sector Five	By : FlairForTheVeil Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 4: Old Oxygen
Naruto followed Sasuke to the exit of the Ton-Mart, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see if anything caught his attention that they might need. The place was already pretty trashed before the bastard had gone and knocked about ten aisles over, broken Benadryl bottles and the like shattered all over the floor. Variously colored medicinal liquids crossed each other’s boundaries and formed to emit a strong aroma of alcohol that made his throat warm and his nose tickle. He noted that a lot of those knocked over shelves were empty. He narrows his eyes at those aisles and wondered what triggered Sasuke’s temper. Damn if he was going to ask, though. He’d get his head bitten off if he did. The blond snatched a recently expired box of cookies off the floor to nibble on for the long trek back.
He regarded the pale boy with a bit of fear as he was still stalking over broken glass and skin swatches without any hesitance, shoulders tense and his hand turning even whiter on the base of his rifle. Naruto had grown slightly fond of Sasuke’s silent companionship, and sometimes the boy would let rip a sarcastic, sharp comment that had the blond sucking in his cheeks to keep from laughing.
He matched his steps with the raven’s and pulled up right next to him. “Hey, Sasuke,” he said in a slightly wavering voice. He wasn’t sure if trying to talk to the boy was a very good idea right now, especially since his breathing seemed to be heavier than normal judging by the large clouds of mist that escaped his straight nose.
“What,” Sasuke grumbled and switched the Blaser to the shoulder facing Naruto.
The blond gulped and stuffed his hands into his pockets, bunching the thick material in his fingers. He could ask about the history of this world, or what would they do if a big group of bandits came to their camp, or if he was staying permanently or-
“How old are you?” he blurted, biting his tongue immediately after and made a face at his boots. The yellow shoes were singed in some areas, brown with blood in others, and slightly grey looking with dirt.
“Why?” The raven snapped and tossed the pack higher on his back, contemplating on shoving it at Naruto since his shoulders were becoming sore.
“Geez. Just asking. You don’t-“
“Sixteen,” he grumbled, knowing that the blonde was probably a few years older than him.
“Really?” Naruto’s voice rose. He was sure that the shorter boy was a few years older than him, but they were the same age! “Me, too! When were you born?”
Sasuke let an eyebrow rise in his only sign of surprise. “Yes. In July.”
Naruto pouted and kicked at a stray piece of metal as they neared a gun shop with its glass doors shattered open. “Aw. My ID said I was born in October, so you’re three months older than me,” he drawled and accidentally stepped on a tuft of dry brown hair.
There was a slightly uncomfortable silence at what Naruto figured was the ID part of his statement. Damn, he thought. Smooth fucking moves. He swallowed the lump of awkwardness in his throat and tried to mentally wave through the air that was hazy with hesitance.
“Do you remember what Sector you were from?” He mumbled near Sasuke’s ear, startling the raven with his proximity. When had he gotten that close?
Sasuke nodded and attempted to focus his blurred vision. “One. Oto,” he drew in a large breath of air after his statement. “Itachi got us out of there.”
They were in front of the gun shop now, obvious signs of struggle held within. The store was set up in a square with three long shelves lining its walls, the wall on their standing side being a display wall with old range records and animal heads. A great deal of guns from shattered display cases were missing and some even spread on the ground. There were a few intimidating, thick butcher knives imbedded deeply into the thin walls of the small shop.
Naruto dropped the topic for a few moments and let go a long, low whistle. Sasuke grunted in reply and stepped over broken glass, producing a small piece of paper from his pocket and tearing it in half. “You go get this half,” he ordered and handed the blond a piece of shredded paper, “and I go get this half,” he held it up to his own eyes. “We have enough guns so it’s only ammo. You best not pull any shit and take a gun or a Swiss knife,” the raven lowered the piece of paper and gave him a hard look.
The blond stuck his tongue out at the boy and shuffled to the inside part where cashiers stood in the display case. He eyed the labels on palm-sized boxes of pellets and plastic bullets, numbers and huge skin rippers. He eyed the extra calibers and personalized barrels randomly placed throughout the section and he finally found the right rounds for the famous rifle.
Across the room, Sasuke squinted at some fancy knives with silver engraved handles and wondered why there was any concern about how pretty a weapon was. A knife was a knife, and a gun was no different from a gold one. He pocketed a few rounds of bullets for their handguns and a large amount for his sniper back at camp. When a box with flames and promises of “settin’ the doves aflame” caught his eye, he was shortly reminded of the time Itachi had come across a patrol officer’s flamethrower. He slightly winced. Long story short, Karin had to punch his brother in the balls to let go of their gasoline tank.
He kicked a cheap handgun aside and strolled to the front of the store. “Ready?” He called to the blond who seemed to be in another universe judging by the hands in his pockets and glazed eyes.
Blue eyes dazedly locked on his and a blond head was shook of its thoughts. Naruto grunted and trudged out of the shop, took a heavy step over shattered glass and metal.
They walked peacefully back into the dead forest splotched with green. A mist was gently showering from the grey sky and made Naruto’s neck and arms cold.
Naruto hummed and crossed his arms behind his bandaged head. He racked his brain for something to keep his mind running and decided to ask the questions that had been bothering him most. “So, Itachi. Why’s he such an arse? N’ how old is he? Seems to be twenty-somethin’.” He slurred, not sure why it was so natural to let his tongue be so lazy around the meticulous Sasuke, whom he witnessed packing things by size in their pack.
Sasuke sighed and shouldered the pack again, knowing they had a great deal of supplies and were set for a good three weeks with it. They’d had to trek back here with the whole group since it was the best town he’d come across so far, untouched and free of Katons. “Yeah, yeah, I know it. He’s just too paranoid even though most people out here are dead. We only even come across bandits once in a blue moon. Heard about that shit he pulled on you last night, Suigetsu told. And he’s twenty one.” He finally unbuckled the chest clasp on the pack and turned his back to Naruto’s side, knowing the blond would get the message. He lugged it off with his left hand and shoved it into the boy’s chest.
“Ow,” the blond grunted, ribs still slightly sore. He shrugged on the pack that felt like it had another fucking Kakashi in it. “Damn,” he grunted again. “Do we really need all this?”
“Yes.” Came the clipped reply from Sasuke, whom carried his rifle along the length of his arm now. Naruto sighed and carried on his attempted conversation.
“Well, why’s he gotta be so paranoid? He yelled at me for havin’ your shoe, for Kami’s sake.”
Sasuke crossed his arms and faced him, walking backwards and raised a fine brow. “Why did you have my shoe?”
Naruto growled as he didn’t see what the big fucking deal about having a damn sandal in his hand was. “Well, I found it on the damn ground and picked it up ‘cause it was weird looking! You had ‘em in random places, too.” He eyed the raven’s toned triceps and how they flexed when the boy dropped his arms back to his sides. Sasuke rolled his eyes and fell back beside him again. “They only weigh a few ounces. Better for running. Not like those monsters you wear that probably weigh a pound each.”
“These are good for running, too. Probably got a greater range of terrain than those you’re wearin’.”
Sasuke ignored him and relaxed his shoulders a bit, appreciating the blond’s light conversation and cheery personality. It was a great change from the grim ones back at camp, also made dreary by his brother.
They were well into the forest now, getting closer to where he had shot that guy with white eyes. The raven didn’t let the bloodred message bother him too much, figuring that worrying was left for Kakashi.
He sighed held up the Itachi’s rifle with two hands, admiring its black wood detail and deadly accuracy. It had a great weight and nearly no recoil.
Naruto glanced over at the M8 as well, the shine of the scope catching his eye. “That yours?”
“Itachi’s.”
“Ah,” he blurted, his mouth going on autopilot when a feeling of nostalgia and fondness washed over his body. “Looks nice. I like those, they got nearly-“
He clutched his head when a pulse of memory assaulted his conscience, his skull becoming hot and searing with pain as he watched a fuzzy image of combat boots trekking through and splattering mud on waxed white marble floors. He heard a gruff voice yelling in the background, not able to make out the words but its baritone piercing his ears. His vision was shaky and he saw the butt of a gun swinging by his hip, a tanned man with two red triangles on his cheeks waving his arm like a madman at him and beckoning to go hisway. By the man’s hip was a Blaser M8, hitting his side as he jogged away from a completely white room and yelled agitatedly at a few other men.
Sasuke’s voice sounded like he was underwater and the raven was calling to him from the surface. “-uto. Naruto!” there was a cold hand on his shoulder with an iron grip. The memory faded away as quickly as it had appeared. Shaken, he focused on the pale, muscular arm and oddly shaped bruise on its wrist.
He stood up straight and blinked at the other boy, not sure what to feel about his memory. His eyes burned and his head ached and his blood felt like molasses in his veins. “I’m fine,” he said, scratching the palm of his hand and watching his racing pulse at a tan wrist. “Just remembered something, that’s all.”
Dark, narrow eyes carefully gazed at him and he couldn’t help but admire that they looked like melted obsidian. “What was it?”
“Nothing important, I don’t think,” the blond said distractedly. He relayed the memory to the raven, nodding here and there and who also deemed it unimportant.
“But you should still tell Karin,” he advised when they started moving again, this time a bit faster. “She’s planning to get you to a hospital. Not sure what tests she’ll run, though.” Sasuke had been wanting to get to a hospital also, hopefully getting what he needed done while Karin ran those specific tests.
Naruto noticed the ache in his bones and the emptiness in his ribs for the first time. He felt the mental pull of… missing something, or somebody, or some people. He felt like he should be worried about something judging by the tension in his shoulders and the locks in his knuckles, the furrow in his brow and the clenching of his jaw he hadn’t realized was there before. What he felt… was that apprehension? Was something going to happen?
Naruto cleared the mental mist of his thoughts and grunted an affirmative. The blonde tried to cheer up and made eye contact with his companion. “Hey, where’d she get her medical knowledge anyway?”
Sasuke looked into the trees and took a few moments to remember the girl’s past. “Got put in medic training as soon as she was able to talk. Advanced knowledge comes from the books we give her,” he nodded to the pack. “There’s only a few things she hasn’t done on us yet, like major surgery or take off a limb.”
Naruto let a small smile appear on his face when he pictured the redhead going nuts on Suigetsu. “Is she our age?” He said softly, knowing he would be admiring her sharpness even more if she was.
“Yeah,” Sasuke nodded, letting his face soften with the thought of his faithful childhood friend. “She’s a month older than me. Suigetsu and Juugo are our age, too. Kisame and Deidara-“ he paused in his speech, nostrils flaring at the thought of Kisame and his turning against them. He had always known that the group couldn’t trust those two, but Itachi had insisted that his childhood friends meant no harm with their violent actions towards the younger of the group. Now it was up to the raven whether they stayed or not. Leave it to the pair to indirectly harm his brother by endangering him, in ways that were never obvious and always hazardous or deadly.
“Wow. Guess Itachi tugged the lot of you kids with him, huh? And how’d you come across Kakashi?” Naruto had sensed the tense vibe coming from the raven when he mentioned these Deidara and Ki-whatever people. That was a probably a subject best for later.
“No. It was just me and Itachi for a long while. We came across Juugo and Karin in the partial ruins of One – maybe when I was about eleven - and we found Suigetsu floating in a river.”
The two had completely straight faces before they turned into each other and burst into guffaws from Naruto and a few snorts from Sasuke.
Naruto set his hands on his hips as he laughed into the setting sun. “Damn, does that sound right. Saw him chug that whole gallon bottle in nearly one go this morning.”
That comment earned a chuckle from the raven and after that, they focused on the moist grass of the ground. They were about ten more minutes away from the camp, and Sasuke couldn’t wait to show up Itachi that Naruto wasn’t a bandit or a killer through that he had not tried to kill Sasuke nor rob him of their weapons and supplies.
“But,” the raven started, waving the unpleasant thought of Suigetsu away. “Kakashi was alone and walked straight into our camp like he owned it about a year and a half ago. Said we were too obvious and he tracked us from ten miles away, and that he didn’t understand why a fleet of Katons hadn’t ambushed us. He’s been the unofficial leader ever since.”
Naruto nodded in amusement as he thought of the silver haired man’s obvious air of authority. Cold winter air squeezed through the thick branches of the forest and curled around the both of them.
“Geez,” Naruto crossed his arms and hunched his back. “What month is it?”
Sasuke paused and looked into the purple sky. “I’d say it’s January. Haven’t seen a calendar in a while.”
A comfortable silence loomed over the two of them for some long moments, fatigue sinking into their bones. Their footsteps were slow and gentle, crunching on dead leaves left from autumn. Naruto ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his fingers caught in marls and tugged them free.
“Are we gonna head back and use one of those locker rooms you spoke of in a few days?” Naruto asked, hoping that they could. When he would sleep, he sometimes caught a few bad (bad) whiffs of himself. There was a stream by camp but it was halfway frozen through and surely by tonight it would be thick enough to skid around on.
“Yeah. Hit the hospital, too. Probably tomorrow or even the day after,” Sasuke quietly replied and curled his cold fists in his pant pockets.
“Hm. Why do you guys need so much medical supplies? From what I saw and heard you bunch barely ever get touched,” he mused and tilted his head to the side.
There was a brief, nearly tense pause and a visible furrowing of the raven’s brows.
“Just a precaution.”
Naruto nodded, seeing that there was nothing more to be asked or said.
When they finally returned to camp, the air was like Goliath had finally been slain or the murderer had finally been captured by the law.
Karin had gotten in his face long enough to understand that Naruto was to give her the requests she made
The glare on Itachi’s face had lessened a fraction of a degree and Kakashi smiled a bit brighter. Karin regarded him for a bit longer through the glare of her glasses through the fire and Suigetsu set his shrugged arm closer to Naruto on their log. Juugo poked the fire’s embers a bit closer to his feet with a small stick and Sasuke acted like he always had.
They ate from plastic bowls of canned soup that Juugo had calmly poured and sipped on paper cups of stale cider. Itachi had tugged his younger brother back to the tent area and all was silent as the rest of the group was in contemplative silence.
Karin snorted and tossed her head back. “Man, I wish we still had bedtime stores around.”
Suigetsu obnoxiously spat by her hip and spread his legs a bit wider on the ground. “Damn if we need those pussy lullabies,” he grunted, “could sleep with several Katons on my ass.”
Something tugged inside of the blonde when he heard Suigetsu arrogant comments and impolite slurs. He was just about to open his mouth and say something when he heard a loud rustling from Kakashi’s side of the fire and turned his attention to the leader of the camp.
Kakashi produced from his thick vest a bright orange book and flipped to a dog eared page, clearing his throat and settling in his seat a bit more comfortably.
Complaints and Suigetsu’s curses sounded out around all of them while Naruto threw his plastic bowl at Kakashi’s head and Juugo gave the man a disapproving grimace. Karin scrunched her red nose and stood up, wiping dead grass from the backs of her thighs and tying her spiky red hair in a long ponytail.
“I’ll take first watch, Kakashi,” she announced. “I won’t be tired for a few more hours anyway.”

The silver haired man nodded and directed his amused stare to Suigetsu. “You’ll be taking second and third watch, Sui - punishment for your especially inappropriate behavior today,” he chided and squinted his eyes closed in a smile.
Suigetsu loudly groaned and flopped on his stomach, crushed his paper cup in his fist and continued to throw a fit by rolling around and threatening to drench out the fire with his piss.
Naruto chuckled a bit and settled a bit lower on the log he was leaning on. Overall, it had been a pretty good and interesting day and it had led to sore muscles and exhaustion for him. The air was dry and cold now, his slowing breaths coming in light puffs in front of his eyes as he wrapped himself in a blanket and let his eyes slip shut.
Behind the tents was held a debate – or was it a conversation? – between the two pale brothers.
“I still don’t believe you, outoto,” the elder murmured, hand on the pistol in his belt loop.
Sasuke pushed some of his bangs behind his ear and adopted a tenser stance, crossing his arms and setting his mouth a bit tighter. “Then tell me,” he bit out, knowing that if he raised his voice he would lose all credibility to Itachi, “why would every last one of them be gone? Everything that had to do with them, gone? There was a whole salmon on the ground, Itachi. A whole salmon. You and hell know Kisame’s capable of that.”
“Anybody can fish, Sasuke. I’m well aware that you weren’t fond of either of them-“
“Nobody in this camp was fond of them, Itachi. And for how much you cared about it in the past, you sure as hell don’t seem like you’re giving a fuck about it right now. Two weeks, Itachi. Two whole weeks. Two whole weeks without them, you ass. They’re probably moving ahead of us and wiping the rest of them out to-“
A sharp sound echoed throughout the clearing, Sasuke’s eyes glazing over when he stared at the buzzing yellow lantern for a few moments. His cheek stung and his left eye slightly watered when he caressed his own cheek with a ginger thumb. The raven felt blood hotly rise to his skin and tried to rid the hurt look to his brother, forcing apathy to his eyes and biting the tip of his tongue.
This time, his brother’s voice was raised and commanding, unrelenting and unforgiving. “Then you should have looked for them more carefully. Tell me, Sasuke, did you search every inch of that store? Did you even bother to check other shelves around you before you so foolishly lashed out? This problem will be fixed by tomorrow. It’s as simple as checking a pharmacy and that hospital. For the second time in a short span,” Sasuke cringed with embarrassment when he realized that if they listened closely, the members at the fire would be able to decipher his words, “I thought I raised you better than this.”
“They’re trying to hurt you,” Sasuke rasped and stepped closer to his brother so that he was looking into bagged eyes and long bangs. “They’re trying to hurt all of us.” He was slightly lightheaded and he stepped back again, evening his breathing and trying to relax his wired body before he hurt himself.
“You look pale,” Itachi turned his back to him. “Go eat.”
“Not until you listen to me,” Sasuke called and clenched his fists when his brother’s worst glare was directed to him. It was the kind directed to government officials, references of family, and a certain blond.
“You will eat.”
“I will die.”
This time, Itachi pivoted his whole body to his little brother and grabbed the front of his shirt.
“You will not. This is why we have the boy you found. He will help you whether he is willing or to be sedated.”
“Now,” Itachi murmured, dragging Sasuke by the front of his shirt to press their foreheads together. “Tomorrow, you will go to the pharmacy and scavenge all you can. Tomorrow, you will set foot in that hospital whether it has the right equipment or not. And tomorrow, you will take from that boy what you brought him here for. He is not your playmate, he is not your friend, he is not your partner, and he certainly is not your team member. He is a source, an outlet. You will remember that. If you don’t,” Itachi made sure to scrape his nails on Sasuke’s chest enough to peel dry skin but not bleed. “I will make sure you will never be provided with such luxuries again.”
Itachi shoved Sasuke against a tree hard enough to make him grunt and stalked off towards the campfire.
The raven smoothed his crumpled shirt and felt tired enough to collapse right then and there. He slightly panted when he became dizzy and his mouth dry. His brother was lashing out much more than before and it was beginning to startle him. He bent over to switch off their electric lantern and readied for slumber.
Behind a tree some ten feet away, a pair of blue eyes squeezed themselves shut.
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