sleepingdreamer08: 'sup people! this is my first series of angsty one-shots or angsty series of one-shots (whichever you guys prefer) Hopefully you guys will enjoy it (even if it is angsty).
Truth be told, I'm not really good in this particular genre but I enjoy reading them very much so do tell me your thoughts, they're greatly appreciated :)) (No flames though)
FAKES
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During the year of 2100, the world soon divided into two groups of people.
The first group were the humans, the high-beings,
while the latter, however, were called fakes.
Fakes are robots.
Fakes do not have will.
Fakes simply serve.
Sasuke Uchiha sighed heavily.
His cold piercing eyes were wrought with exhaustion due to the massive paperwork he was given and his fingers were starting to cramp from too much writing. He laid his head back on his chair and closed his dark eyes. The desk in front of him still had more work to be done but it was already late in the evening. He was simply too tired.
Knock, Knock!
Groaning frustratedly at the sudden intrusion, his eyes snapped open. Looking up, he ran a hand through his spiky hair as he clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Come in" he said in his deep voice.
The door squeaked slightly as it opened revealing a woman who was wearing a blue nightgown and who looked back at Sasuke with the same midnight blue eyes. For a split second, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Kaa-san" he managed to say curtly. It was highly unusual that his mother would be out off bed. He gave a quick glance at his watch and sure enough, he saw that it was already 11:30.
Mikoto Uchiha gave a gentle smile.
"Konbanwa, Sasu-chan" She closed the door gently and walked lightly towards his desk. He blinked his eyes a few times, making sure that he wasn't daydreaming. When she sat down, he immediately sat upright at her very real presence.
"Kaa-san, why are you up so late?" his brows knitted in confusion.
She quirked an eyebrow.
"Is it a crime to check what my lovely son is doing who, by the way, hasn't spent enough time with his mother?"
"Hn"
He leaned back in his leather chair and avoided her gaze. It was true that he canceled all his appointments with his mother like going to amusement parks and such, but that still didn't give her an excuse to barge in his office at this time.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping with Fugaku?" he said offhandedly.
Her bright smile faded and he instantly regretted his words as she clutched her nightgown tightly. She looked down and bit her lip. It was always her habit whenever she felt sad or guilty. She did exactly the same thing of course when her husband, Fugaku Uchiha, passed away in a plane crash. His death affected many, but most of all, it affected the company which was now in his hands.
"That fake...is not Fugaku" she whispered brokenly.
He pressed his lips into a thin line when he caught a glimpse of her eyes tearing up and swiftly bowed his head in apology.
"Gomen ne, kaa-san" he muttered.
Mikoto, noticing his solemn expression, looked up and gave a reassuring smile while loosing the grip on her gown. He was never good with words but he always managed to be polite. A trait he inherited from his father.
"Daijobu desu" she held his hand softly as he looked up, his black eyes remorseful.
"Besides," she looked at the giant family portrait behind him that was set on top of the fireplace. "That incident happened 4 years ago".
His mouth twitched. He knew that deep inside she was still hurting from the way her eyes flickered with sadness but knew better to make such a comment.
"Aa"
They both sat in silence. The majestic painting covered with a golden antique frame was taken during his teenager years, around the time that fakes were introduced to their world. His parents were both in the center with his mother giving a sunny grin and his father a blank look. Both him & his older brother were on the right side with very faint smiles on their lips that you'd have to be close to the picture to see it.
"So!" She turned to him with a bright grin.
"How's work?" she probed.
He gave a ghost of a smile.
"Fine. It gets stressful at times but its worth my time" he stated grabbing a ballpen and continuing to write.
She gave him a secret smile.
"Good to hear!" her voice rose to a higher pitch.
He tensed instantly and he paused with his writing.
"And why is that so?" he looked up to face his mother, her smile rising up innocently.
"I thought about it for a while and..."
"And...?" he stared at her skeptically, a frown forming on his face.
She pouted.
"Let me finish Sasuke. It won't be too much trouble"
His frown deepened.
"What exactly do you mean by 'it'?"
She smiled brightly.
"Your new fake of course"
The ballpen slipped from the paper and snapped in half. His mother continued to smile at him however, her face practically glowing while his right eye started to twitch. To think that a few seconds ago, she was on the verge of crying.
"Kaa-san, I don't want to waste my breath ordering somebody around to do my work" he debated.
"But she'll be helping you, not doing your work" his eyes widened and she immediately covered her mouth.
"Oops"
A girl.
His fake was an annoying girl.
He was sure as hell he wasn't gay but the only girls he knew were from his one-night stands, besides his friends of course, and they only managed to give him headaches.
He massaged his forehead.
This must be some divine punishment for not getting married at the age of 26.
He tried to clear his head. He looked at his desk as he contemplated quietly. His supplies were lopsided in every direction and his papers were disarrayed from their piles. His eye twitched in annoyance. Being a neat-freak, it annoyed him to see such messiness within his surroundings. However, due to the short time he has left in his hands, he was never able to fix his stuff completely.
Glancing up, he saw that his mother was giving him a hopeful look.
He sighed in defeat.
"Fine"
Her expression immediately brightened.
"I'll send her in, first thing in the morning"
He puts his arm over his eyes, the bright rays of light piercing through his balcony window. It was hard not to miss it considering the layout of his bedroom. His entire room was relatively dark. Royal blue curtains draped over the windows and his bed was made of black and gold silken sheets imported from Switzerland. It was, as his mother liked to call it, 'a room made for a king'. He sometimes wondered what she ever saw in fairytales and fantasies when hers literally fell from the sky.
A knock was heard and the black shiny doors creaked open. He opened one eye, half-expecting it to be a maid. What he saw however was only partly right.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Sasuke-sama" the pink-haired fake bowed as she entered, elegance showing in her movements. He was fully awake now, surveying her as she stood straight. She had long silky hair that reached just above her waist and had stunning apple green eyes. She had an exotic look that made her different from others, probably because she was, after all, different
"...What's your name?" he asked in a deep voice.
She smiled gently.
"I will be named as Sasuke-sama wishes it to be" she replied in a smooth tone.
He had stood from his bed, the sheets falling on the carpet as they revealed his disheveled form. He walked in front of her, not ashamed by the fact that his white shirt wasn't buttoned up revealing his very naked chest.
Obediently she looked up at his tall from, her gentle smile still in tact. He looked at her with a solemn gaze, inwardly glad that she wasn't at all similar to a fangirl. Glancing at her, he stared, amused, at her uniquely colored hair.
He grabbed a strand of her hair which was very soft in his hands and he wondered vaguely how a fake could be so human.
"Sakura..." he muttered softly, his lips kissing her hair
He closed his eyes.
"Your name will be Sakura Haruno"
She smiled at him beautifully.
"Hai, Sasuke-sama"
'A fake and a human. What a beautiful relationship'
A/N: Good? Bad? Just push the review button and let me know :D