Broken

Chapter 2: No Stranger to the Rain

Naruto stared at nothing as he listened to the teacher ramble on about something stupid. He hated art class but he had to go through it for a credit. Looking away from the open window, he saw his teacher, Akasuna-sensei, showing off different pictures of their next project. Hopefully he gave them enjoy time to finish it.

It's been four years since he last saw his boyfriend's parents. Since then, they were found murdered with Madara being the top suspect in Sasuke's eyes. The reason was because he wanted the family business but the police couldn't prove that he did it. They did everything, including use Ibiki to get information from him with no success.

Shaking his head to get rid of the memory, he tried to pay attention to the teacher with still no use. He was worried about Sasuke since the murder. He became distant then what he use to be. He noticed it the day that they found out about it. Lowering his gaze, he could almost feel the cold stare that he got when he asked what was the matter.

When the bell rang, it was a relief to Naruto since lunch was their next stop. Walking out the room, he could feel his sensei's glare since he pulled a prank on him. He made the paint explode on him when he opened the containers a few months back. Getting into the hallway, he saw Kiba running down the hall toward his locker so he could get some food before the line got to long.

"Hello Uzumaki." A voice greeted Naruto as he walked down the hall toward his locker to drop off his art notebook and pick up his chemistry notebook and textbook. Looking over, he saw the shorter Gaara walking beside him with his arm full of books from his classes.

"Hey Gaara." Naruto greeted the auburn haired teen that was in his graduating class. Looking up ahead, he saw his ebony haired boyfriend waiting at his locker. He wanted to get rid of the emotionless stare from his boyfriend but couldn't. Stopping at his locker, he watched Gaara walk away toward his.

"So how was art?" Sasuke inquired as he leaned against someone else's locker which normally piss someone off. Since it was him, people didn't try to piss him off since he took out Lee last year for getting on his nerves during PE.

"Boring like always. Akasuna-sensei needs to get more interesting or I'm going to do that for him." Naruto replied as he unlocked the locker and opened the door. Stuffing his book in, he pulled out two more. Sighing, he complained. "I don't want to even go to chemistry."

"We have it together so you don't have to complain." Sasuke reminded as he closed the door and put the lock together.

Leaning against his locker, he stared at the window that was behind him, seeing what he wanted to do. Run free and not have to worry about school work. Sighing, he shook his head and readjusted his hold on the books.

"If you have art so much, how about you trade with me? I'll give you Spanish any day. I don't want to put up with Ino and Sakura because they always-"

"Fight over you. They do it every day it seems like." Naruto finished as he pushed himself off the locker and started toward the lunch room. They always were late for lunch but never got in trouble because of the monitor was to busy arguing with the biology teacher, Hoshigaki-sensei.

Sasuke took longer strides to catch up to his boyfriend, taking his free hand into his own. Seeing him look over, he smirked a little before it fell into the thin line again. It seemed like every day he was reliving that nightmare of finding out his parents were murdered when he walked into their room. It was unusual for them to be late for work but he found out why. While they were sleeping – what the investigators said – the assailant came in and stabbed them both in the heart. Neither one of them made a noise when they were stabbed and dying.

Then he had to go through questioning to get everyone to stop thinking he might be a suspect. By that time, someone contacted Itachi and he showed up disheveled by the news. His normally pulled back hair that wasn't in his face – minus his bangs – was a mess like he just got out of bed. His pale face had a trail left by tears where he was battling with knowing what happened to his parents. His eyes were swollen and red from the tears also.