Sasuke mulled over his problems as he strolled down the street. He had a slight hunch in his back and his brow never wavered from its usual frown lines. His hair stuck straight up and his stride became an equal rhythm as his sandals slapped the cobblestones that made up the street that led away from his old training grounds from the earlier days. He often visited that place because it reminded him of why he was here. He remembered when his hatred was a roaring flame that burned his soul away at a young age.
His hatred now was like burning coals. They seemed to have died away but in truth were hotter than that of the earlier fire. He had to come here. It kept him from feeling anything besides hate.
For now that was all Sasuke had. He had pushed away everyone that had ever reached for him because love is the water to the fire of hate. He often said to himself that all his love died with his family but I believe that somewhere deep down he had hidden his love.
He also to help fuel his hate went over his problems. Why I have absolutely no idea so don't ask. He listed them in a small notebook that he called his nothing. Why I have absolutely no idea so don't ask. This was his list.
I have no parents
My brother killed my parents
My ass hurts
My hair looks like a chickens ass
Naruto landed a hit on me
Sakura left a bra in my house
Kiba is staring me down for no apparent reason
I spent the last of my yen on a fake kunai
I have no way of paying my rent
Hinata is staring at me like I'm some kind of freak
His list was in the hundreds by the time he reached his apartment and had taken off his shoes and lain down on the threadbare coach. His head ached from chatter of nonsense Ino had spouted at him and his eye hurt from where Naruto had grazed him. He comforted himself by thinking of how Naruto was probably licking his own wounds at home. He smiled a grim smile and closed his eyes to imagine this surprisingly fulfilling daydream.