Drabble prompt: Where’s your god now?

Naruto wrapped on the door expectantly, hearing loud rock music on the other side of the door. His blue bicycle rested against his hip as he smiled ear to ear, his helmet still on his head. The door swung open, revealing a muscular, lean man with a pearly complexion, wearing nothing but a black tank top and a pair of ripped blue jeans. The screeching sound of an electric guitar shot out into the open air.

The man tilted his head, covered in black, spiky hair that shot out in the back with dark blue tips. His arm, covered in a large snake tattoo, held the door open. Sucking on one of his snakebite piercings, he tilted his head to the side.

“Hello! Would you like to hear a word about our Lord and Savior?” Naruto asked, helpfully offering the black Bible he held in his hands.

The door slammed in Naruto’s face before he could even see the man’s reaction.

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The man from Thursday had been even more resistant than his standard crowd. No matter.

He came on Sunday. He picked up the newspaper by the sidewalk in front of the man’s house. A sticker on the bag read: “Uchiha Sasuke.” So Sasuke… That was his name.

He knocked on the door, yet again, his bike resting by the curb. The door was again opened – only this time the man wore nothing but his boxers, chest covered with a large and intricate tattoo. Naruto found himself staring without any idea why. This time, Naruto could see into Sasuke’s house. An electric guitar rested on the couch, amp nearby.

“Hello! I thought that I would bring your paper to your door today. My name is Naruto, by the way.”

Sasuke abruptly grabbed the newspaper out of Naruto’s hand. Industrial rock exploded out of Sasuke’s house. Nine Inch Nails.

“Your god is dead.”

The song shouted out.

Naruto couldn’t hide the look on his face, eyes almost as wide as ping pong balls.

“And no one cares…”

“What’s wrong…Naruto, is it?” Sasuke asked with mock innocence, taking a hit off of his cigarette. His nails were painted black. “Don’t you like my music?”

“If there is a hell…”

“It is…very um…”

He couldn’t even listen to this! How could anyone say such irreverent things?

“I’ll see you there.”

Sasuke smirked, clearly enjoying watching Naruto squirm.

“Have a good day!” Naruto shouted over the music, flustered and not knowing what else to say. “God bless you!”

“Hail Satan,” Sasuke smiled, waving before slamming the door in Naruto’s face yet again.

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That was it! Clearly, Sasuke was in the devil’s grasp! When he saw that man, he sensed something, and somehow he just knew… He was drawn to Sasuke. This was just a test that God had given him. He had to save this man!

He tried again on Wednesday. Sasuke didn’t answer.

“Sasuke…”

Naruto called out, wrapping on the door at the same modest volume.

“Saaasuke! I bring you the Good News!”

Sasuke blasted his sound system with Led Zeppelin, even the windows shaking from the noise. Naruto knocked several more times over the next ten minutes before leaving.

No matter. He’d come back another day.

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Naruto came back every Sunday after that, each time around noon. He knocked, waited for about five minutes, and then left. Almost two months had passed.

Sasuke enjoyed tormenting Naruto. One Sunday, Sasuke was making himself a beet salad for lunch, his hands stained a brilliant red. He explained to Naruto that he was preparing a mouse for his monthly blood-letting ritual. And that tattoo on his forearm? The one in Latin? It meant, “glory to Baphomet.”

Naruto was easy on the eyes; he could say that much. He had one of the nicest asses that Sasuke had seen in his life. If only he could get Naruto out of that damned cardigan, dorky bowtie, and khakis and into his bed… It would be fun to toy with him.

Crazier things have happened.

Sasuke and his band had just finished playing at the Punk A Go Go, an underground club closer into the city. He was still dressed from the show: shirtless and with elaborate and snugly fitting chain leather pants. It was just past two in the morning, and his ’89 Camaro was passing through a rough area on the way home. He’d been paid almost three grand for that night, and he inserted the check into his wallet. He’d left the panties that had been thrown at him on the stage.

He rolled his windows up. This area was dangerous. In the light of his headlights, he saw a man in neatly pressed pants and a long-sleeved shirt limping away, running his rickety blue bicycle beside him. It was Naruto.

Sasuke slowed the car down, keeping pace with Naruto and rolling down the window.

“Hey!”

Naruto shrieked, only limping at a more frenzied pace.

“Oi, god squad!”

Naruto turned to Sasuke, still hobbling madly, a large gash on his lip.

“The fuck happened to you?” Sasuke called out.

“I was in…” Naruto panted… “I was in a bar and…”

Sasuke abruptly hit the brakes. Goddammit. This guy was going to get killed limping around a place like this, this late at night.

“Go home. The gangs around here would eat a wide-eyed kid like you for breakfast.”

“My bike! He slashed the tires on my bike, and he’s…” Naruto panted, wincing, still trying to move forward. “They’re chasing me! And…”

On foot? Sasuke looked back, seeing nothing.

“Get in the car, dumbass,” Sasuke said, rolling his eyes. Naruto opened the back door and tried to cram his broken bicycle in, attempting several times before finally pushing it through. He frantically made his way to the front door, and just as he popped the handle, there was a loud howl in the distance. The headlights of a blue pickup truck turned on, the car gaining momentum as it approached Sasuke’s car.

Naruto slammed the door behind him, and as if by instinct, Sasuke slammed on the gas, the car taking to the road like a bullet. Sasuke smoked his cigarette, taking a deep breath as the car quickly gained momentum. 50 miles an hour. 60. 70.

The pickup was gaining on them. Sasuke’s car was old, but the engine had six cylinders. It packed a punch. Sasuke shifted the gear.

80.

“How did you get into this mess?” Sasuke asked calmly.

90.

“I uh… I… Oh my goodness we are going fast!”

100.

“Do you want to live or not?” Sasuke sighed, sounding a little frustrated.

“Oh heavens…”

“Answer my question.”

105.

“I… Uh… The bar is very overrun with sin, so I went there to spread the Good News. There was this man there and he was being very disrespectful to a young black man! He called him the N word! And I approached him and explained to him that God loves all of his children, no matter what their skin color… And then he punched me in the face, Sasuke!”

“This…man didn’t happen to have his head shaved, maybe a cross tattoo on his right temple?”

“Yeah! He did!”

They could hear the hollers of several angry, drunk white men behind them.

“You just picked a fight with the baddest skinhead gang in town.”

“I did what?!”

Sasuke took another hit off of his cigarette, then he laughed. Whatever he had to say about Naruto, what he had done that night took balls.

“Hold on to your seat and enjoy the ride.”

Sasuke tuned into the local classic rock station, Pantera’s “Cowboys from Hell” just happening to blare out of Sasuke’s speakers to drown out Naruto’s voice.

Sasuke slammed the gas pedal down to the floor as the riff sounded.

115.

They were starting to lose the pickup. Another minute, the needle on Sasuke’s speedometer flirting with the 125 mark.

Sasuke lost the pickup over a turn. He skidded into an alley with a sharp right turn, going farther down and killing his headlights. The car came to a halt. In just a few seconds, the pickup truck drove right past them.

“Oh… Oh my…” Naruto panted.

Sasuke put out his cigarette.

“Where did you learn to drive that way?” Naruto asked, winded.

“Does it matter?”

Naruto shook his head. Then he began to laugh, and Sasuke joined him.

“That was really fun,” Naruto admitted, almost as if it were something to be ashamed of.

There was a brief silence.

“Hey, Sasuke…”

“Hm?”

“Do you really worship Satan?”

“I don’t worship anyone. Mankind has enough evil and good without throwing a god or devil into the mix.”

Naruto sat beside him, for once silent. He seemed to be lost in thought.

“Let’s get you home.”

Naruto directed Sasuke to his apartment, and they arrived there without incident. Sasuke pulled up. By the house was an old Toyota. The windows had been smashed in, glass shattered on the asphalt.

“Oh… Oh sh-shoot…”

“What?”

“That’s the car I share with my dad…”

“Where’s your god now?” Sasuke teased, raising a pierced eyebrow at him.

Naruto paused. He shook his head, and then he laughed.

“Sasuke, you are such a fucking asshole.”