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With These Bloody Hands	By : Delores Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1501 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-With These Bloody Hands
- 2-Ichiraku Ramen!
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Delores: I thank you Dee-chan for beta-reading
this. Anyways, this is an AU fanfic. Also there are homosexual relationships,
the pai pairing is Sasuke x Naruto/Naruto x Sasuke. There is OOCness, but the
main personality traits are there. I�ve also read up to chapter 210 of the
manga, so I know a lot about Naruto. Updates will be hazardous and the number
one reason is; I�m a procrastinator. You should all know by now that I don�t
own Naruto and never will and I�m not writing this for profit in any way.
INCEST, YAOI, YURI, VIOLENCE, SEX, et cetera. You have been warned.

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Chapter One: And So It Begins...

Uzumaki Naruto slept peacefully in his room with his messy
blond hair covering most of his face as well as three whisker like scratches on
each cheek. He was sprawled upon the bed, wearing nothing but boxers despite
cold weather and the sheets were tangled around his limbs. His breathing was
soft and even. In the shadows a figure stood, admiring the beauty, his face
devoid of all emotion. The figure stepped forward until he was standing next to
the bed, looming above the blond boy. He wore a black t-shirt, baggy shorts and
sneakers. His name is Uchiha Sasuke.

Carefully
he moves to kneel on the bed so that Naruto�s slumbering body is between his
knees. His hands are on eithide ide of Naruto�s head as he takes in a deep
breath. He watches the trail of drool dripping from the blonde's mouth and he
wipes it away with his hand. Then ever so carefully as to not wake the sleeping
boy, he puts his hands around Naruto's neck. It becomes obvious why he is here;
to strangle Naruto to death. He tightens his grip, but as soon as he does that
he eases it.

For some strange unknown reason he can't kill him. He
tells himself that this should be easy, after all, this boy was an adopted
orphan, and he killed anyone who had a family. So he tightened his grip again,
but again released it with his hands resting lightly on the neck. The blonde's
eyes fluttered open, and after a few seconds adjusted to the darkness. Naruto
gasped slightly, and his eyes widened when the hands tightened around his neck
this time not releasing and he felt something hard against his stomach.
Panicked the blonde�s hands went to the intruder�s shirt grabbing it, and he
did somethingxpecxpected. With a strength unknown to even himself, the blond
pulled down the intruder fast and hard.

The top of the intruder�s head hit his chin. This caused
the hands to loosen letting him breath again. Then he weakly pushed the unknown
intruder away from him. Obsidian met aquarium. With a sudden burst of speed the
intruder shot forward and began to strangle him once again. This time he waited
until the blond passed out before releasing him. He got off the bed and walked
to the already open window. Shooting a glance back, he hoped that the blond
would think of it as a dream, and then he left into the night.

Tomorrow night he'd kill the blond.

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Uzumaki Naruto was not a morning person. Iruka, his
'mother', yelled for him to wake up, but alas he did not. So Kakashi, his
'father', grabbed a bucket, and filled it with ice-cold water before dumping
the contents on Naruto. With a scream, he was up and attacking Kakashi, who
easily pinned him to the wall, and then released him. "You better hurry
up, Naruto; otherwise, you'll be late for school.� Blue eyes widened and the
blond yelped. As quickly as he could -five minutes, new record! - he grabbed
his stuff, a piece of toast and left yelling good-bye to his 'parents'.

Naruto had a vague feeling that he should remember
something about last night, but he brushed it off thinking that it was
forgetting to brush his teeth again. He yelped again when he realized that he
had five minutes before the first bell rang; thankfully his house was near the
school. Because of this he made it only two minutes late, earned him self
another detention to a growing list. Nobody paid attention to him as he sat
down in the back of the classroom. Nobody ever paid him any good attention,
only bad.

Save for Hinata who he was sitting next to, only she
seemed to truly enjoy his company. "G-good m-m-morning,
N-Naruto-kun." She said with a timid smile. Naruto grinned, at her,
"Same here, Hinata-chan." This made her blush several shades of red. Probably
because she has a crush on me, Naruto thought. Suddenly she looked worried,
"Naruto-kun, w-why do you have hand prints on your neck...it looks like
someone tried to strangle you?" Last night's events came rushing back to
Naruto and he stood up knocking over his chair.

The teacher was upset; "Uzumaki, sit down right this
inst-" and Naruto dashed out of the room before the teacher could even
finish scolding him. They all heard a faint yell of "I need to use the
bathroom" followed by the slam of the door. The teacher shook his head and
continued class, and only Hinata didn't pay attention since she was worried
about Naruto. But Naruto actually went to the bathroom, but instead of using it
he looked in a mirror, there on his neck were marks. Hands bigger than his made
them, but yet had slender fingers, Naruto gulped.

Who. Exactly had tried to kill him last night? It was
certainly a man older than himself, stronger too. The memory of black hair and
dark eyes with pale skin flashed within his mind. He remembered feeling muscles
through the shirt...and most of all he remembered the hardness pressed into his
stomach. Whoever had tried to kill him had gotten one hell of an erection. So.
Did this mean that the killer had the hots for him? Or did he just get off of
killing? But whoever he was and whatever his preferences were he hadn't killed
Naruto.

The hell?!

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Today was not Sakura's day. She had woken up late, and now
she would be late for her class with the onyx-eyed boy. Desperate to make it
there on time, she ran a brush hastily through her hair and put on her outfit
quickly. Then went through a quickened version of her normal morning routine.
Her parents had already left for work, and left her to rush out to her car and
start it up. She then raced of to school, and luckily no cop had pulled her
over, she noted absently that her hair felt good waving in the wind.

She parked in her normal spot that somehow hadn't been
taken yet. Outside the classroom there was Yamanaka Ino waiting for her. Ino
smirked and said, "Oh, Sakura you were almost late, what happened?"
Sakura huffed slightly, "I overslept. We really shouldn't talk half the
night away, Ino." Ino laughed. "Yeah, like that will ever happen.
Come on, let's see if we can get seats close to Sasuke-kun." Sakura was
filled with energy at the mention of her crushes, no more like obsession's,
name.

They ended up sitting on either side of the boy, Sakura on
the right and Ino on the left, both vying for his affections. All Sasuke did
however was look emotionless and stare straight forward. Sakura frowned at
seeing him wearing all black; usually the boy wore a blue shirt along with the
baggy black shorts he was wearing. Besides her waking up late, and Sasuke-kun's
unusual choice of clothing, that morning in psychology was as normal as ever.
Today would be like every other day, she and Ino would try to get Sasuke-kun's
attention but get denied, and then class would be boring.

Only if she knew how wrong she was.

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Naruto - 16
Sasuke - 21
Iruka - 39
Kakashi - 42
Hinata - 15
Sakura - 19
Ino - 18

Note: 1st, 3rd, and 5th periods at the High School are
classes of mixed ages, and the same goes for the University except that it is
all classes. If any one wants to see how Naruto�s hair looks like, e-mail me.
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