Taken,

Inspired by Lucy Christopher's Stolen.

Rated M,

Pairing : SasuNaru, side KakaIru.

Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt/Comfort

Playlist for this Chapter:

Stop Playin With Me - Jordyn Taylor

Everytime - Britney Spears

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any related characters, nor do I make any money from writing this.

Unbeta'd.

1st Person Pov - Naruto.

Language Warning.

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Chapter 3.

Light of the Fireflies.

"Where...am I?"

I was tied down, my hands and feet bound by rope.

The room was lavishly decorated, I'll give you that, Sasuke. You've always been one for taste, haven't you? As I struggled against the ropes, I vaguely noticed that the room had a plasma television hanging on the wall, and a giant table sat at the far end of the room.

I had only gotten as far as looking around that much, before you calmly pushed me back down.

"Don't struggle. You'll tear your skin."

My vision was still slightly blur, and all I actually wanted to do at the moment was to sleep. I was still drowsy from whatever you had given me. But something felt wrong, the look on your face was one of apology.

"Untie me! Why the hell am I tied up-"

"I kidnapped you."

What?

I laughed, a bitter sounding tone that resonated in the room. I thought you were joking then, after all, I didn't know you.

"Stop lying teme, it isn't funny." I smiled half-heartedly. "You probably just helped me to the flight to Vietnam, and then you found me hot, and asked my parents if you could steal me away from them for awhile and-"

"I'm not kidding, Naruto. I. Kidnapped. You."

My smile fell right off my face.

"You FUCKING WHAT?! - No wait, you're joking, you must be joking. Its not funny, you're such a bad liar and-"

I was in a state of half panic. My mind kept screaming to me that it couldn't be true, but my body was yelling otherwise.

Why would he tie you up like this, if this wasn't a kidnap?

He's joking, he's a asshole after all, he must be...

"I'm not joking."

You calmly turned on the television and switched the channel to the news.

"Uzumaki Naruto, reported missing - The 18 year old was last seen at the airport in Indonesia before disappearing into thin air. Adoptive parents Umino Iruka and Hatake Kakashi are on the frantic lookout for their son, if you see him please call-"

Hell no.

I stopped listening after hearing 'reported missing', and blacked out.

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Another dream came.

I was back home, back in America.

I was 5 years old again, at the orphanage that was my 'home' for about 2 months, before Iruka and Kakashi came to 'save' me.

Who... are you people?

"You're disgusting."

"Japanese? You have yellow hair! Gross!"

Stop it, stop it. I can't help it if I'm born like that.

"Everyone hates you! Get out! Go away!"

Shut up. Its not true. All lies.

"Why don't you just drop down and die, you freak."

Go away, I'm not a freak, you are!

"Let's throw stones at the freak, yeah? The hell you are! Yellow hair and blue eyes, what a joke. Japanese my bloody foot!"

...No. No. Go away! I am Japanese, don't...don't throw...!

"Naruto's a loser, a freak show, a loser!"

Shu....SHUT UP!

"Get lost, all of you, go away before I punch you."

"Is it the..."

"Uchiha! Run!"

...Uchiha?

"Are you okay, Naruto?"

....Sasuke?

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I awoke to the sound of a soft humming, the lullaby from my previous dreams. You were wiping my forehead with a cloth, and the rope around my wrists and ankles were gone. I was dripping with perspiration, and the cloth felt cool on my heated skin.

"Bad dream?" You were murmuring, but I could still hear you crystal clear. Your eyes were as dark as ever, but something seemed off...

Like you were sad, or something.

I didn't answer you, and instead simply stared at you, as if asking if everything was true - a part of me still believed otherwise.

"I untied you, you can try and escape. But I'll just find you again, wherever you are. You can't escape from here." You moved your hand that was holding the cloth to wipe my arms, but I hit you and you flinched away. What I hated so much was that your face still stayed impassive, but a slight glimmer of hurt flashed through your eyes, before your emotions were lost under those dark eyes.

I quickly sat up and brought my knees closer towards me, trying to avoid even the slightest contact with you. "You raped me, didn't you." My voice was barely a whisper. You shook your head, and standing up, you motioned to a glass of water on the table next to the bed.

"Drink some. You've been sleeping for 3 days."

"You haven't answered me."

"...I would never do something that would hurt you."

Tears were running down my face now, and I was gripping the sheets of the bed with all my might. I was still slightly weak from staying in bed for 3 days in a row, but I managed to grab the glass of water next to me and throw the contents at your face. The water dripped off your face, and you simply wiped it away, before taking the glass from my shaking hand and standing up.

"I'm going to get away from here, away from you, you sick asshole! Never hurt me my foot! You took me away from everything I love, everything I- My parents, jerk! My life! MY FUCKING EVERYTHING! I HATE YOU!" I was screaming now.

You glanced at me, before turning to the door and walking out.

"Everything I do, its' only for you."

As the door closed. tears flowed down my face, as if they would never stop.

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After calming down, I looked around the room I was in.

No phone was visible in sight, and my own handphone was missing. I was nowhere near genius enough to take down the whole television and make a phone out of it, but you probably knew that already. The walls were a light orange, and something about the whole concept of the room made me feel as if I was back home.

The table at the far end of the room had only pieces of paper and some variety of stationery lay arranged neatly next to them. A pen, an eraser and a pencil. I looked around for a knife, or even a pair of scissors - I was planning on going so far even as to kill you to escape - but there was nothing in sight.

It took me a while to notice that my clothes were different from the ones I had last remembered wearing, and I was even more convinced that you had raped me. Then I remembered that you had brought me to the shopping section of the airport.

These clothes were probably the things you bought for me, then. Blue shirt and black shorts.

I armed myself with the pencil, and walked out of the room.

The rest of the house was extremely traditional japanese like, Tatami mats lined the floor, and these red and white fan looking symbols were in almost every room. The decor of the house indicated that you weren't poor, but someone with status, Besides my room - there were 4 others. One was locked, the other was a study area, one toilet and the kitchen.

I gathered that you were in the locked room.

The kitchen's door was also locked - you were probably trying to prevent me from hurting myself.

There were no phones at all in the whole house, and to my utter disbelief the front door was unlocked. Taped to the door was a note.

Dobe,

You can try and escape. I'll just find you when you're done.

- Sasuke.

I tore the note off the door in anger, opened it and ran out - not caring about footwear or any other thing.

The door slammed behind me, but I didn't hear any following footsteps as I ran.

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The house was surrounded by lush greenery, and I didn't see any - not even a glimpse of other human activities besides the house I just left. There was no path to lead me out of the forest, and a small pond was beside the house. I stopped looking when I tumbled down the stairs of the front door, landing on the grass with my head.

I rubbed my head and got up, it hurt. But my attention was diverted when I saw a car - I couldn't tell the brand - next to the house, sitting there innocently.

I didn't stop to think. I rushed to the car and tried to start it - I wasn't stupid, driving a car would be like driving the cars at the arcade, right?

But no matter what I did, it wouldn't work because I didn't have the key.

I looked all around for it, but to no avail.

I gave up after a while, got out and stood in silence in front of the house. There was a satelite looking like thing sitting on the top of the house, and a small shack was situated behind the main house. I didn't bother to go and check it out, I was too intent on trying to find a way to run.

I turned around and ran, running till I could run no more.

The last thing I could remember was the glimmers of light that filtered in through the trees of the forest, the extreme pain in my feet.

Several lights that glowed and flew around - fireflies? -, a familiar scent that evaded my sense of smell and then all was black yet again.

You had found me.

AN: Sorry for the late update. I actually only write when I feel like writing xD. I hoped you enjoy this chapter - sorry for the cliffie again. The point is - yes, I know some people who are smart enough will be able to take down the television and make some communication device out of it, but knowing Naruto, he'll probably just yell and destroy the whole thing. ^-^"

- Skylovesyou (L) .