I glanced tiredly at my clock, the high pitched shriek of my alarm grating on my buzzing nerves. Another week of school, the exhausting process of getting up, getting dressed, and taking that first dreaded step out of my cozy home. Perhaps I was being melodramatic but as I continued to glare at my clock,wishing it would com-bust into flames, I realized I didn't really care.
"Sasuke! Get downstairs now!"
Ah, speaking of another high pitched shriek...
"Coming." I groaned back quietly, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to hear me.
Ok, so I was a teenager, and a broody one at that.
I hate being a cliche, but as time ticks by I find myself unconsciously falling into place with all the other kids at Konoha High. I partied behind my mom's back, got completely and stupidly drunk, constantly argued with her, and chose to spend the most of my days locked in my room reading online stories and social networking until it felt as though my eyes would just shrivel up and blow into dust. Productive? no. A wonderful band-aid to hide me from my problems? why yes, yes indeed.
I slipped out of bed, choosing to head straight to the bathroom then do anything else. I stared at myself in the mirror, my black hair choosing to defy gravity and irritate me by sticking out in every which direction. I would have laughed if my head wasn't pounding and my voice strained from my drunken sing-screaming at Kiba's party last night, since he had a fully stocked karaoke machine.
'Well, time to get to work.' I thought, grabbing my hairbrush and setting my face into a determined scowl.
25 minutes later I strolled out of the bathroom, smooth and well brushed hair accompanying me. The back of it still jutted out like an angry duck's ass, but I had long pieces of hair that framed my face and stylish, chopped bangs.
I was still only clad in my boxers and I realized quite quickly that I would give my mother a premature ulcer if I didn't hurry it up. I grinned, shaking my head at the image, and wiggled into a pair of dark skinny jeans. I yanked on a pair of white socks and tied my high-tops and put on my favorite white sweatshirt that was at least a few sizes too large for me. It swallowed my lithe figure and was toasty.
I jogged to my desk, choosing to open my black backpack that laid unceremoniously on the floor and sweep everything on my desk into said backpack, only leaving behind the gray lamp that shone brightly in my sensitive eyes. I grabbed my black sunglasses, deciding that with this large of a hangover if a lamp could weaken me, what could the sun do?
"There you are!" Mother growled, shoving a plate with two poorly jammed pieces of toast in my hands. "Yeah, I'm here, your majesty." I sneered, setting the plate down and bowing. "If you have time for theatrics you have time to get to school." Mother sighed, sipping her coffee and leaning on the granite counter. My eyes narrowed but I chose to keep quiet, nibbling on my slightly burned toast.
"Thanks." I remarked offhandedly glancing at her than at the toast. "But of course. You deserve it. What with your good grades and stellar attendance- oops! I forgot. You don't have either of those things." She spat from behind her mug and I grit my teeth, my headache coming back with a passion.
"Forget I said anything. Just drive me to school and go to the place you really wanna be. As far away from me as possible." My plate clattered in the sink, a piece of chilled bread still laying on the dish. Oh well. I didn't eat breakfast normally anyway.
My mother's face sunk, "Sasuke you don't mean th-"
"Yes I do Mother. Now drive me to school so I can get away from you too." Her face tightened with anger and I realized just how expressive her appearance was. I guess I get it from her. "Fine." She hissed, grabbing her purse and keys and storming outside with me in tow.
xXxXxXx
"Were visiting your grandma tomorrow." My Mother spoke for the first time since we got in the car and I glanced at her from my propped up position on the car door. I hummed my response, glad I'm getting to see Obaasan.
"She said she has a gift for you." My Mother stared at me than back at the road. My head perked and I met my mother's stormy black eyes with my own. "Really?"
"she said it was supposed to be your birthday present but that she couldn't find it for the longest time. Your Obaasan has always been overly generous. At least when it comes to you."
"That's because I'm her favorite." I said smugly, my voice alight, "Do you know what it is?"
"No."
And just like that I could feel myself deflate. Mother always had that effect on me. I slumped in my seat and remained silent for the rest of the car ride, save for my right hand drumming on the glass of my window.
My great-grandparents had migrated to Konoha, a small city near Hilo, Hawaii, from Japan. Konoha is the most densely populated Japanese-American place in the United States, so my Sousobo and Sousofu thought it would be a great fresh start for us Uchiha's. And even though I was full Japanese, English was my first language, although I was fluent in both.
My proper etiquette told me to thank my Mother for driving me to hell- er I mean school, but the last time I had thanked her for anything, this morning's toast debacle, I had gotten a less than desirable answer. So I slammed my door shut and walked away, not even choosing to say good-bye.
"Howdy stranger!" Sakura slid next to me, locking her arms with mine. "Sakura, hey." I replied easily, rubbing my temples. "Hangover?" She questioned humorously, her green eyes glittering mischievously, and I nodded sullenly.
"Kiba's party was insane!" She cheered and slapped my back, jerking me forward and causing me to almost head-butt a locker. I glared at her and she looked apologetically at me. "Sorry. Guess I forget my own strength."
"It's weird," I started, straightening back up again. "I could of sworn you drank way more than me. Why aren't you sitting in front of a waste bucket, crying and puking?" She giggled and smiled charmingly.
"Cuz I can handle my liquor."
I groaned, piling my books in my locker. Sakura laughed beside me, pulling a piece of her cotton candy pink hair behind her ear.
xXxXxXx
The car ride was quiet and I stared at my phone, skimming through a story I had been re-reading. It was a personal favorite.
"Would you put that phone away?" Mother barked at me and I rolled my eyes and clicked the off button. "How can you judge?" I complained, shoving my phone in my black cargo shorts pocket, "You use your phone all of the time."
"I do not-" She got cut off by the loud jingle of her cell and I smirked cockily. "My point exactly." She glared at me before swiping the screen to call. "Hello?" she asked in her sweetest voice and I gagged internally.
"F-Fugaku? Oh, well how are you-...Oh...Y-You don't have to come today! Please Fugaku, think of Sasuke. No your not! Then think of me Fugaku! Think of your Wife! Fug-...Please don't hang-up!"
The phone beeped at the abrupt end of the call and Mother was on the verge of tears. "Move over." I sighed, getting out of the car in the middle of the highway. A car started to honk behind me furiously but I flipped them off and traded seats with Mother.
"I-I just don't know why, y'know?" Mother hiccuped, cradling herself in her arms. I wasn't really good at this driving thing since I'm only 16 but having been through plenty of Moms 'Dad induced episodes' I knew that her driving any further was out of the question.
They tended to get worse before they got better.
"Hn, let me think...Itachi-nissan left and you became a shut in, he was addicted to work, and on the rare chance he was home, you never wanted to cook or clean, so he started to cheat on you. Plus, you're Lactose Intolerant!"
"Sarcasm is not needed, Sasuke!" Mother snapped but I shrugged and turned onto Obaasan's street. "Whatever. Pull yourself together or Obaasan will tear you a new one." Mother slumped in the passenger seat and sniffled. "How can my own mother love my son more than me?" I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from answering, knowing full well that it was rhetorical.
When I pulled into the driveway I was happy to announce that I had only hit one trash can on my drive to Obaasan's house. Score one for me. I unbuckled myself and hopped out of Mom's slick black Jeep, jogging up Obaasan's long wooden steps to her porch.
"Obaasan!" I called, "I'm here!" I pulled out the rusted gold key to Obaasan's house that she had given to me when I was five and was super into keys. All the ones I've collected are attached to a large silver chained bracelet that hangs from a ruby hook on the back of my bedroom door. Most of them were miscellaneous keys that I had found in the street or in the sand at the beach, but they were all treasured because Itachi used to help me search for them.
"Sasuke!" Obaasan fondly called and I dashed up even more stairs once I pushed open her front door. Seeing her in the kitchen I ran and gave her a big hug. "Obaasan." I whispered lovingly, closing my eyes to the calming scent of Chai Tea that always seemed to envelop her.
"How are you, dear?" She asked kindly, stroking my hair and patting my back soothingly. "Great now that I get to see you." I smiled and she laughed, cupping my cheeks and pinching them. "You've grown so much, Sasuke." Obaasan looked up at me with surprise from her small stature.
Obaasan hunched at 5'4'' while I myself stood at a good 5'10''. Obaasan had long silver hair she always held up in a tight bun, almond shaped eyes that were an obsidian black, and clothes that were loose and comfortable. Obaasan would always tell me we had the same eyes.
"Okaasan." Mother greeted coolly and Obaasan frowned strongly, the wrinkles in her skin creasing with her displeasure. She pointed a withering hand in Mother's disgruntled face. "I haven't seen you in Six Months! All I get is a 'Okaasan.'? I raised you better than that." Obaasan huffed out a breath and muttered something in japanese. She always seemed to turn bright red when she was upset. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying desperately not to laugh.
"Mama!" Mother wailed, thoroughly embarrassed, but Obaasan wasn't having it. "You better greet me more enthusiastically Mikito, or i'll use my old bony foot to kick you out of my house!"
"Yes, mama." Mother mumbled, plopping into a seat at the counter. "Now then," Obaasan sighed, turning toward me, "I have a gift for you, Sasuke."
"Mother mentioned it." I smiled and Obaasan shot a worried glare at her. "You didn't tell him what is was, did you?"
"Of course not. I don't even know what it is." Mother blew out, sipping on a cup of tea she had poured herself. "Alright. i'll go get it!" She waddled out of the room and I took a seat across from my Mother, waiting patiently for Obaasan to return.
We stared at each other, unblinking. I don't know when Mother and I really started drifting apart but it felt like about the time I started to develop acne and my voice started to drop.
We used to be so close, it's weird that now the thought of being in a room alone with her for a lengthy period of time is such an uncomfortable thought. After Itachi left us to go study abroad, she had become quiet and mousy, and I had worried for her everyday. But since Father left she's become so cynical and snooty it's like her attitude suffocates the room. I guess I started to dislike her presence when I found out that she wasn't as strong as I had first previously thought.
My dad made quite a bit of money as the head of Uchiha Inc. a business my Sousofu had started here in Konoha. But after he left me and my mom, who only had a high school education because she had married my dad so young and gotten pregnant with Itachi, we were forced into poverty. After the divorce, my mother had gotten quite a hefty sum from Father and his lawyers because he had broken the Prenup they had by cheating, but she blew threw it on extravagant clothes and fine jewelry. Now, we lived off of Father's monthly child support checks and the money my Mother made from escorting.
Yes, my mom was a Call-Girl. I was that kid.
Obaasan didn't know, and I was never allowed to tell her. But I didn't want to, because if anyone knew, everyone would just see me as the son of a whore.
My Mother was gorgeous, and everyone said I had a striking resemblance to her, whereas Itachi-nii looked just like Father. Often, her customers, who she fucked at our home, mind you, would ask for me to join. The ones who did ask me were usually punched until they were knocked out cold and dragged out back near our large dumpster, their pants still around their ankles and their wallets suddenly empty.
"Sasuke-" she started and I stared at her harder, wondering what she'll say. "I'm sorry." She squeezed out, looking at me with sad eyes. "You are? Tell me what you're sorry for." I shot back and she winced, glancing quickly at her blinking phone.
"It's your father." She whispered absently, pressing the call on button. She pressed the cell tight to her ear, her left cheek being mushed Into the phone. "Hello?" she strained to hear for a while and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Fugaku! I'm so glad you called back! Were at my Mom's. Ah, no, he's busy right now, but I'm free-"
Aah, the routine call. I don't know why he calls her anymore. Maybe it's to torture her? Or give me a semblance of hope that 'Daddy' was coming home?
Sadistic Bastard.
After hearing five years of these tear-filled and outraged calls, my heart barely aches anymore. But even so, I can't help but look away and lean my cheek on my propped up arm.
I heard a loud grunt and the sound of something getting scraped across the wooden floors. My head whipped in the sounds direction and I could vaguely hear Mother quickly ending her call with Dad, and I saw my small Obaasan dragging a much larger Mirror behind her. My mouth hung open at the sight.
It was gorgeous; a true work of art. It was a fine silver that glittered beautifully in the afternoon sun, and a rose gold sphere was placed elegantly at the head of the mirror. The oddest thing though, was the key slot in the center of the mirror.
"O-Obaasan." I stuttered, "it's beautiful."
"You like it? That's wonderful." She beamed and I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "Here's the key!" She handed me a glistening key that was the same Sterling silver as the mirror. "What does it open?" Mother inquired and Obaasan smiled coyly. "It's a secret." She winked and I pocketed the key.
xXxXxXx
On the drive home from Obaasan's house I fingered the key and stared at it till I had to blink back tears. "People must think we're crazy lugging around this over-sized mirror." Mother grumbled, checking her phone and zooming down the freeway. I scrubbed at my eyes, and took a quick glance out the window to see my mirror tightly strapped to the roof of the car. "I think it's amazing." I sighed turning toward her, "Don't you?"
"It is a nice mirror," Mother agreed before quickly adding, "but I've never seen it before. Hell, I've never seen anything like it!" the car veered slightly at her outburst and I fought down my bubbling chuckles. "I mean who puts a key holder in the center of a mirror? Is there an entrance to Narnia through there? I thought Narnia was through a closet, though..." She smiled fondly at me as I started to laugh.
"Sasuke."
The enjoyable atmosphere around us vanished and left tension in its wake."Hm?" I hummed, glancing out the window and folding my hands in my lap."We never really talk about it but, I'm getting full custody over you. Your Father decided earlier today." My heart squeezed painfully in my chest but I kept my face straight, continuing to look out the window. "Sasuke, say something." Mother pleaded and I slowly closed my eyes, the rapid thumping of my heart numbing my ears. "Will I ever see him again?" I asked quietly, the air around me feeling heavy and hard to breathe.
"No, sweetie. Your Father has decided to disown you. The company will go on to Itachi when he is of age.''
"Why?" I questioned, finally turning towards her. She glanced at me, then back at the road and spoke tiredly. "Because your father is done. With all of us. He is only giving Itachi the business because it is always handed down to the first son, but as for us, he's made it perfectly clear that he is not going to be a part of this family anymore."
'What family?' I thought angrily.
"He doesn't want to try at this anymore and he's...he's found someone. And she's pregnant." My eyebrows shot up in surprise and I quickly turned to look at my hands, watching as I flexed each individual finger. The hurt was palpable.
The car was silent for the longest while as I digested this new piece of information, and then I swallowed hard and let my anger and resentment toward my Mother go. She really was trying, in her own fucked up way. My parents bitter separation had in turn made me hostile toward her and vise versa. I guess the seed was planted in my head that it was my fault they separated, as does most children going through a divorce feel, and thought that if I distanced myself they wouldn't have to leave each other. I had been wrong, but the bitterness had remained.
In the end I had ended up breaking my mother's heart just as much as my Father did. Funny how life is like that isn't it? you try to do good by everyone, including yourself, but instead end up screwing it all up, most of all for yourself, and it leaves you with a massive pile of shit you, yourself, have to clean up.
So I was teenager, and a broody one at that. but, i'm working on it.
"Name?" The question spoke volumes between us and she stole another peek at me. "Kurenai, I think." I nodded and then grimaced "I bet she has a big nose, dad's always had a thing for big noses." We both laughed then mom frowned.
"Hey!"
I continued to laugh at her expense. "That's why it didn't work out, right? You don't have a huge schnoz." And that had us both tumbling into laughter once again.
xXxXxXxXxXx
When we arrived in our driveway and parked I threw my car door open, my nimble fingers already working to untie the knots that held my mirror in place. "Slow down! You really do love that thing, don't you?" Mom chuckled, untying the other side as well. After talking about the elephant in the room with my Mom- finally- I felt like the strain that was put on our relationship ebbed away in chunks. "Sorry," I smiled, buzzing in place, "i'm just so excited."
"There goes your Obaasan, outdoing me in the eyes of my own child. Again." She grumbled and I giggled childishly, starting to slide the thick slab of glass off of the hood of the car. Already this mirror was changing things, how could I not love it?
Mom's phone rang loudly and I glanced at it and seeing the caller ID. It was one of her most loyalist clients. He also paid the best. Disappointment flooded me at the thought that some things will never change.
Mom will always have her line of work and-
The other side of the mirror was heaved up and I turned my head curiously. "Mom? what are you doing?" I gasped, shock evident in my features. "I'm ignoring my calls for the day to spend it with my son." Her smile was happy but a little nervous, Mother has never missed a call before. Especially from one of her most important clients. "Wow," I breathed, then grinned broadly.
"Thanks Mama."
Her eyes watered slightly at the name I haven't called her since I was 10 and she sniffed the snot back in her nose.
"Don't ever stop calling me that again, you hear me, Sasuke?. Especially after the hell i'm gonna get for Ignoring his call! Jesus Christ, if you weren't such an angsty teen I wouldn't have to go through this-"
"Love you too, Mama." I smiled and her rant stopped completely, her eyes flooding with tears once again. "If your gonna make me cry rivers, can we at least get this mirror to the attic?"
"I was thinking my room." I stated as we made our way inside, turning the mirror on its side so it went through our narrow door.
"Absolutely not." Mom said, closing the hallway bathroom with her foot so we could pass.
"Why?" I asked, genuinely curious, Shari our bulldog danced around my feet and barked excitedly.
"Because, you just don't have the space, Sasuke. And even though it's pretty, it's very odd."
"Shouldn't I be the judge of that?"
"Bark! Bark!"
"Well in a sense yes, but at the end of the day I pay the bills, I buy you all your things, and I think that the things I buy for you should be in your room and not the attic instead of a mirror that's way too large to fit in your doorway!"
"But Mom!-"
"Bark! Bark!"
"No buts, Sasuke. There isn't any space in your room. And Shari, please stop barking!"
I grumbled under my breath and twisted the mirror at an angle so we could trudge up the stairs.
xXxXxXxXx
When we made it to the attic we set the mirror down and Mom drew open the curtains and wiped at her sweat soaked brow, grabbing a hair band from her slim wrist and pulling all of her hair into a ponytail. "We did it!" She cheered and the sunlight flooded into the room and onto the mirror, making it sparkle like a thousand crushed diamonds. "Yeah," I rasped, the mixture of carrying a 200 pound glass surface up two flights of stairs at a snail's pace and the unremarkable beauty of this-this mirror, taking my breath away. "We did."
"Well," Ma stretched out the word, straightening out her shirt, "I'm hungry. Whenever I do something tiring I suddenly have the overwhelming urge- no need for a grilled cheese sandwich. Have I ever told you that? Probably not. We haven't talked in awhile." She sighed tiredly and rubbed her shoulders. "How about I make us some grilled cheese sandwiches? Doesn't that sound nice? That sounds nice." I laughed quietly at her and nodded my head. I could go for some toasted bread and gooey, hot cheese.
"How many do you want?" I looked at her, thinking it over. I was pretty hungry. "Two. And tomato please."
"Of course. Like you had to remind me. Lat time I checked, you had a problem when it came to tomatoes." I laughed, pleasantly surprised that she remembered tomatoes were my favorite food. We both chuckled and her stomach grumbled loudly. "OK well i'm off to the kitchen to make us lunch! Oh and by the way, you should figure out what that key leads to while you're still up here!" She trotted down the attic stairs and I stayed, staring at the mirror.
Oh yes, I was going to find out.
I gulped audibly as I stared at the empty key slot in the center of my mirror. The key that supposedly opens it clutched fiercely in my sweating hand. 'What if something bad comes out?' I wondered, my imagination kicking into hard drive. 'What if it does lead me to Narnia? What if there's a dead body in there?' Sweat prickled my face and I clenched my eyes shut. 'It's a mirror dammit! Why am I so scared to open it? Why am I so scared?' A part of me told me not to open it, that if I did everything would change and it had my stomach doing flip flops.
What the hell could be in here that got me so pissed scared? The tip of my key slid into the slot and I shivered, bile rising in my throat. 'It's a mirror! It's probably just a little secret compartment.' I tried to think comforting thoughts, my quivering hand pushing the key deeper into the keyhole.
True, a part of me was terrified, but an even bigger part of me was thrilled to the bone. What could be in here that made me so on edge? The thought sent chills of excitement up and down my spine and I quickly thrusted the key the rest of the way in with a resounding 'click'.
I watched with drowning excitement and fear as the key hole vanished before my eyes along with the key, leaving only the image of myself startled in the mirror. The rose gold circle at the head of the mirror started to fill with fizzy pink liquid, and I watched, utterly amazed. As soon as I could blink, the mirror started to swirl, my image becoming distorted and then vanishing all together. And there, looking at me with wide surprised eyes, was a boy.
"AGHHHHHH!"
xXxXxXxXx
"Stop yelling!" the boy ground out, his hands covering his ears. "Wouldn't you yell too if someone was inside your mirror?!" I shouted back at him. He laughed dryly and twisted his right pinky finger in his right ear.
"I'm not yelling now, am I?" He looked smug as I blushed in embarrassment.
He started to stare at me intently, checking me out. Pervert. I decided it was fine for me to return the gesture and started from his unruly blonde head of hair all the way to his large feet.
This boy was...Handsome.
The ruggedly kind of handsome that would roll out of bed and swoop girls off their feet with his effortless charm. He had bright, moppy blonde hair with slightly darker roots, as if the sunshine had brightened his hair and given it natural highlights. he had a square jaw and a thick neck. His eyes were a swirl of coral colors, and they made my heart stutter in my chest. His eyes were an ocean; dark and light blues clashing beautifully. He had a straight nose and full lips, and three whisker-like scars on each of his sculpted cheeks. Even as he hunched over I could tell his body type was lean with muscles.
"Are you done ogling me?" he asked boredly, already done raking his eyes over my own form.
"Not quite yet." I responded absentmindedly, surprising him. He was wearing a black tank top, showing off his nice arms and cargo shorts that were army printed.
"All done." I said simply, moving my eyes back to his. "Your a pervert." he declared, covering his pecs with both his hands and turning his nose to the air. "S-So are you!" I spluttered, fisting the fabric of my sweater nervously. "That's different." he turned to me again, fawning disgust. "You were absolutely raping me with your eyes."
"I was not!"
"oh, you so were."
"You stupid-"
"I mean I can understand, what's not to like?" he smirked and laughed heartily at my embarrassed expression. I grit my teeth and turned my head to the side, waiting for my face to cool down.
"So...What are you doing in my mirror?" He asked suspiciously, and I twirled my head in his direction. "Your mirror? You, sir, are in my Obaasan's mirror."
"No, you're in my Ojiisan's mirror."
"Your Japanese?" I asked incredulously and he smiled again, scratching a whiskered cheek. "Yeah, but I don't look it, huh?" I shook my head no and his smile broadened. "Well, you're not too bad, y'know, for someone who's in my mirror."
" I'm not in your mirror, your in mine!" I huffed, my cheeks reddening in anger. He laughed outright and looked at me hungrily. "Im sure I've never seen you before. I would've remembered a face that beautiful."
My face heated more and I grit my teeth to try and ward off the sensation of my stomach fluttering. "I'm a boy, just in case you didn't realize that."
The blonde looked mildly surprised. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." He said huskily, "Besides, my dick doesn't have a preference. Free spirit over here." I rolled my eyes. "Great. I've stumbled upon a Satyriasis."
"Uh, what?"
"Nevermind." I chuckled quietly, looking at him from under my thick dark lashes. He seemed very intrigued by this and grinned salaciously. "Damn, you're hot." I chuckled again, my heart thrumming in my chest. "I would of remembered you too." I added shyly and his eyes twinkled.
"Are you in Konoha?" I asked him, and he looked confused. "Yeah, though I wouldn't really call it that anymore…" My eyebrows raised in surprise. "Why?" the blonde looked even more confused than I did. "After the war? Y'know, people only refer to them as Safe Zones or Hot Spots. There aren't any individual states anymore, only the Rebellion. Do I really need to educate you on this? Where are you stationed?"
My eyes widened and I swallowed around a lump in my throat. "Stationed? I'm not stationed anywhere! I'm a highschool student at Konoha High."
The boy gasped. "Highschool? Their hasn't been a proper government in twenty years…Where the fuck are you?"
"Hawaii. Konoha, Hawaii. United States, to be specific. There are 50 separate states, and i've never heard of a Rebellion." The boy seemed to turn my words over in his head. "You must be from some kind of...alternate timeline. One where the Great War hasn't happened. Your a lucky bastard."
Then, he tapped the glass softly with his index finger, mirror rippled like water as he continued to prod it.
"I thought Ojiisan's gift was weird, but this." He shook his head in disbelief, his blonde hair dancing around the crown of his head. I reached a hand out, wanting to touch the soft looking locks, and when I pressed my whole hand into the mirror, something started to burn, like acid had been poured on my fingertips.
"Ouch!" I cried, drawing back my hand and looking at the burnt crisps that used to be my nails.
"Oh shit! Are you okay?" He asked me worriedly, looking down at my hand with concern.
"Nngh...It hurts. Really bad." I whimpered, sucking on my hurt fingers.
"I bet." He nodded solemnly, before attempting the same thing. "Your hair looks so soft, would you mind if I, touched it..." He murmured, pressing his hand through the glass. I could smell his skin cooking and I looked at him in obvious bafflement.
"What the hell? Get out of there- I mean here- where I am!" He ignored me, pressing on. his whole hand came through my side of the mirror, but only the tips, like mine, were burned. He reached delicately for my hair and I leaned forward, mesmerized. He took a lock between his index and thumb and hummed in approval, the deep noise making my throat tighten. He let go of my hair and winced, pulling his hand back into his side. I noticed briefly that the liquid in the rose gold circle started to drain quickly, before slowing down again to a slow drip.
"Idiot." My voice was strangled from the sheer heat his presence basked me in.
This was wrong.
So very, very wrong.
"Actually, the name's Naruto." He smiled absentmindedly as he inspected his hand, turning it over and such. "Are you a masochist?" I asked him with furrowed brows, Finding this boy very strange yet his presence was starting to become intoxicating.
"You felt the heat too, didn't you?" He whispered, looking at me with hooded eyes. I gulped loudly and nodded, my stomach clenching. He smiled charmingly and shook his head again, as if to rid his thoughts.
"Name?"
I looked at him with warm eyes. I liked this boy. Very much. He reeked of change, mystery, and adventure.
"Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke"
"Sasuke, eh? I like the name." It was practically a purr.
"Why when you put your whole hand in, only the tips were burned? Shouldn't your whole hand be burnt?" I whispered the question, still entranced.
"I don't know...but is it weird that I want to kiss you? Like really, really bad?" I blushed and my eyes darted to his parted lips, my own mouth going slack.
"N-" A dinger went off and the mirror started to change, his figure becoming swirled and distorted. I glanced worriedly at his panicked face. The rose gold circle at the head of the mirror was clear of the pink fluid again.
"Sasuke!"
"Naruto!"
And he was gone, the attic eerily quiet. I looked as the key slot fizzled back into its place at the center of the mirror, the key shooting out of it and falling on the floor with a clink. My mouth was dry with questions and my mom popped her head up from the top of the attic stairs.
She pulled a plate of grilled cheese from behind her back and I tried to form words.
"Mom-"
"Sasuke, what's wrong? I heard shouting. Who's Naruto?" She asked, as she came all the way upstairs and handed me my plate. I sat the plate next to me and held her shoulders, my eyes wide with panic. "Mom, there's someone in the mirror! A boy named Naruto, he's a part of something called the Rebellion! He's in Konoha, but a different version of Konoha-"
"Oh haha." Mom deadpanned, sitting next to me with a quirk to her lips, "Jokes on me, Sasuke. I guess I got a little carried away with my theories about the mirror, but still. Try not to mock your Mother, so."
She stood up and ruffled my hair, telling me that once I was done with my lunch, I needed to start working on my homework. "And Sasuke? I'll be out late tonight working. I'm gonna start taking some college courses on the side, so maybe I can get a better job, but in the meantime, I'll stop taking clients at our house. I'm sorry I exposed you to that, sweetie. The fates dealt you a pretty shit Mom, huh?"
I looked at her wordlessly and she made her way down the attic stairs quietly. I looked at the mirror; the only thing I could see was my morose face.
"Naruto…"
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Authors Note!
Okay guys, looks like i'm officially mentally ill because her I am, starting another fic when I have four in the oven. But, I couldn't resist. I really love the concept of this story.
1. Obaasan is Japanese for Grandma.
2. Ojiisan is Japanese for Grandpa.
3. Sousobo is Japanese for Great Grandma.
4. Sousofu is Japanese for Great Grandpa.
5. Satyriasis is the corresponding condition to Nymphomania in men.
6. Nymphomaniac is a woman who has abnormally excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire.
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