Cursed (SasuNaru)

I need you

"The old man wouldn't talk. But I'm sure the owner of this mansion will, right? So no one will end up getting hurt today, right?" The leader continued demanding to know where we hid our valuables. And most of the valuables were handed down to me from my parents. I would never give it up. "Over my dead body." I spitted at the leader squatting in front of me, as his men tied my hands up.

Iruka was still unconscious, so they couldn't drill the answers out of him. The leader shook his head, "No, no. Not your dead body. His'." He pointed his gun to Iruka.

No.
No.
No.

My eyes widen in fear, this can't be happening. At this point my legs were still freed, and I bolted to Iruka just in time to hear the gun shot. Everything happened so quickly before it slowed down. I could see the lagging bullet flying towards me. I could see the delayed growing evil grin on the face of my killer.

"Like I said," The devil appeared in front of me, catching the bullet between his index finger and thumb. "You need me." Time went back to usual before I even realized the bullet was flung back towards the killer, going through his forehead in one clean shot. His henchmen froze in fear, flabbergasted at what just happened. It was obvious they didn't see the thing.
Horrified, they drew their guns and with shaky hands, starting firing at me. But while they were trying to stomach the situation, I already had a hold onto Iruka and as they opened fire, I was already bolting to the next segment of the house. "I don't need you." I cleared my throat. "I'm perfectly fine by myself!" I grabbed the forks and butter knives from my kitchen drawers not too far away from where I was and I launched it towards them.

Some of the cutlery I threw hit them, but it was not enough strength to pierce into them. They started getting more irritated and fired once more at me. I used the frying pan to protect myself and I hoped for the best. I squeezed shut my eyes and squeezed even harder on the handle of the pan.
"Even if you don't want to need me, I need you." All I could hear was his voice and the groans of the bulgars. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing the two men on the ground injured, with bullet wounds on their torso. Sasuke was holding one by his collar, and he was about to use his long claw like nails to slash his throat wide open.
"Stop!" I ran towards him.
"Spare them, please." I grabbed hold of his arm.

He actually halted, and slowly turned around to face me. "Apologies, Naruto. They've already seen my face. They need to die." As that was said, he immediately glided his finger nails through the masked man's neck, ripping him open before blood started pouring out. His limp body dropped to the ground when The Devil let him go. And he proceeded to stomp so hard on the other intruder's skull, it just exploded.

I screamed, and fell on my knees. I could do nothing. I couldn't even control what was inside of me. I felt like a monster. A horrible evil one. Tears started overwhelming my eyes, and it flow down my cheeks. Staring at these bloodied bodies, I yelled at the Devil. I told you not to.. why didn't you listen to me?!"

Sasuke knelt on one leg beside me, "Understand this, Naruto. Part of me belongs to you, but you don't own me. Neither can you control me. This isn't your fault. You will not die over this minor accident. I can not lose you again."

He grabbed me and carried me up, "Even if you don't want me to protect you, know that I must. I need you. Alive. And I won't allow anyone to put that at risk." His bloodied fingers brushed across my cheeks, wiping away my tears.

"You only need me because you're using me." I smacked his hands off my face.
"I am not using you, you're simply part of a bigger plan. Trust me, I've waited years for your rebirth."
"My father told me not to trust the devil."

For a second, a pained look grew on the Devil's face before turning ice cold again. He disappeared into thin air without saying anything else.

That night, I dreamt of that same scene again. Human looking Sasuke was on my lap, my long blonde hair swaying to the wind. Him repeating the words of "I love you" over and over again. The dream ended the same way it did the previous time, where I was dragged down by a million cruel bony looking hands. I remember screaming and screaming and then I just woke up.

"I will save you, I will!"
"Wait for me, we will meet again." Those were always his last words before I was brought back to reality.
I never understood why he made me dream of it if he was doing so. But it had such a strong feeling of realness and deja vu to it. I just can't seem to shrug it off.

Part of me feels like I could trust him. And that he wasn't who everyone says he is. But then again, part of me.. is him.

I don't want to be manipulated or tricked. Neither do I want to think about it. There's just so many questions. And no one is answering them for me.

I'll just have to find out on my own.