NaruSasu-Middle Child

Heavy

Sasu's POV

The day passed by and the guilt gnawed at my insides the whole time. But what else could I do? I couldn't take it back, and I sure as hell couldn't confess. I decide to switch my emotions off for the time being, although I could tell Kakashi knew something was up. Thankfully though, he didn't ask about it and I was able to finish my shift without any difficulties. As I left the shop and walked down my regular path I began to think about how I missed Naruto.

Hn. I've really fallen hard.

I continue down the path and when I turn the corner at the end of the street, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. 

Ah shit. Seriously.

I had no weapons and was mentally unprepared for a fight. After all, I had to murder at least a hundred people just over a week ago to save my boyfriend, yet happened to kill the girlfriend of my 'sister'. I pretended I didn't notice them and keep walking, hoping that I'd be able to make it closer to hope before they tried anything or I could at least have a chance of out running them. I walk and enter the shadows of the trees on the sidewalk, hearing heavy footsteps behind me. Not having the best luck today am I? I sigh frustrated and pick up my pace almost within running distance but as I had shifted my footing to take off, a gloved hand stuck itself out from behind the parked car along the sidewalk and grabbed me, throwing me to the ground. 

Before I could even process what was going on and regain my balance or composure, the figure had kicked me in my ribs and the audible crack echoed loud off of the alley he dragged me into. I really hated to do this, but I've had no other choice but to be flipping switches lately. I flip my pain switch and the agonizing pain of broken ribs became an unscratchable itch and I got up to fight the dumbass who tried to take me on alone. My legs spread slightly in a comfortable and familiar fighting position that'd been drilled into my brain by my ignorant father who'd been so insistent on my brother and me learning to protect. 

Protect what that seriously? To this day I still don't know.

I raised my fists and shift my weight my arms bent as the figure was around my height but had  more weight than me. As they walk closer, I mark my target, his throat, to kick him in, and then the spot on the ground that I'd dislocate his shoulder and break his arm. My arms raise and instead of swinging forward they're pulled back by two more set of hands and I shake violently in an attempt to get loose. 

What the hell is this?

Further down, behind the first figure and the other two who'd slunk from the shadows, at the entrance of the alley I was just dragged down, three black SUV's appear and I fight to get loose, kicking one of the assailants in the shin, hearing it snap, and am almost free, until I feel a sharp prick at the back of my neck. 

Finding the direction that it came from, my head tilted and eyebrows furrowed at a disturbingly familiar pair of green eyes. 

"Sorry, but that low of a dose won't work on me."  I say feeling barely affected by the dart I pulled out of my neck. 

"Haha," the female voice giggles and I flip the other figure over my shoulder and stomp on their throat, "Don't worry Sasuke-kun, I made that dose specifically for you." 

I'm confused. Have I met this person before? Regardless, I still need to get out of here and the only ones left who seem like a threat are the first figure that assaulted me and the three SUV's packed with men who--

Were red? 

My vision goes red like it does when I'm about to go on a murder spree. When I'm let everything else disappear besides the focus of completing my mission without any hindrance of emotions.