House Arrest

Disclaimer: Shockingly, I don’t own Naruto.

Warning: SasuNaru.

A/N: This was my first attempt at writing. Ever. I hope that explains why this fic is so (soooo) horribly cliché and why all the characters are rampantly out of character. Thanks for trying this story anyway :)

Prologue

“Naruto… I….”

As he stared up, rain started to fall down on Sasuke’s face. His best friend was lying in front of him, not moving. This was his chance, now he could kill Naruto and obtain the Mangekyou Sharingan to defeat his brother... Suddenly, a stinging pain ran through Sasuke’s body; he felt the curse seal heating up. The dark-haired boy fell on his knees and coughed up some blood.

He was now bending over Naruto, his lips nearly touching the blonde’s forehead. ‘Naruto… Why did you keep on fighting?’ Slowly he leaned down and kissed the boy’s forehead. Suddenly he looked up.

‘I have to get out of here!’ Sasuke thought as he heard footsteps coming closer at a rapid pace. The wounded boy ran into the forest, leaving Naruto in the hands of Kakashi. He was quite sure it was Kakashi who was coming after them, even though the man concealed his chakra.

As Sasuke stumbled through the forest he started realizing what he had almost done. He had almost killed his best friend. Two very different emotions ran through him at that point: relief, because he hadn’t been able to kill the blond, but also remorse for what he had almost done. He couldn’t blame it all on the curse seal.

His knees buckled, his legs were no longer able to carry his weight. The drenched boy rested his body against a tree, now fully understanding the consequences of what he had done. He would no longer be able to go back to Konoha... Naruto would never forgive him. Neither would the rest of the villagers, although Sasuke didn’t care much about them. There was only one option. ‘I have to go to Orochimaru and gain power through him.’

‘But that would mean the destruction of Konoha...You are the final piece that completes Orochimaru’s plan of destroying the village and everyone in it.’ A tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered. Since the curse seal had been planted onto his body it had been slowly taking over the dark-haired boy’s mind and this tiny voice had been quiet for a long time.

‘I have no choice! This is the only way I will ever be able to defeat Itachi!’ the darker part of his brain replied.

‘No! There are other ways to become stronger! You must fight the seal!’ The once tiny voice had grown louder and louder until it was reverberating through his mind. Sasuke could do nothing but listen to the conversation in his head. ‘Fight it! Now!’ were the last words of the long lost voice.

Suddenly Sasuke found himself immersed in darkness. Before he had time to question this sudden change of scenery, blood started to well up at his feet. It kept raising higher and higher, past his ankles, his knees, his thighs…

The usually collected ninja started panicking; this painfully reminded him of that day. The day he had been made to relive for thirty-six hours…

The blood now rose above his waist and no matter what Sasuke tried he couldn’t move as the blood reached his chest and then his neck. Holding up his head so that the blood wouldn’t enter his mouth, he started losing consciousness.

“Naruto,” he murmured. “Please..." He didn’t get to finish his sentence as the thick liquid reached past his lips and Sasuke felt unconsciousness tugging on his mind.

Pictures of Naruto drifted through his mind as Sasuke struggled to remain conscious, and he thought he heard someone crying from far away. It sounded like him. Through the sobs he could faintly hear his voice repeating the same word over and over again. “…Naruto… Naruto…”

Suddenly the blood turned clear and Sasuke regained control over his limbs. On instinct alone he swam to the surface of the pool, vaguely noticing that he was back in the forest. The rain had stopped. The soaking wet boy dragged his body to a dry spot on the earth and slipped into a coma...