A/N: Please note that this story will have the following: Excessive Bad Language, Child Abuse, Slash/ Gay Romance, Saying God's/His Son's Name In Vain, Cutting, Student/Teacher Relationship. If any of these offend you, please DO NOT go any further. And also some characters are way OOC (mainly Shikaku and Yoshino). Thank you.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT-in any way, shape, or form-own "Naruto" or its characters. Kishimoto does.
(Asuma's POV)
The bell rang, ending the school day, and teenagers piled out of the room, talking and laughing. When they were all gone, I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck with my hand, head tilted towards the ceiling. I was desperately in need of a smoke break. I gathered my things into my bag and was about to exit when I heard yawning. I snapped my head toward the back of the room, surprised, thinking I was the only one in the room. I saw a student stand up from the desk he was sitting at, stretching his arms up.
It was Shikamaru Nara, the laziest student that goes to Konoha High. (1) He had his spiky black hair up in a ponytail, his brown eyes cloudy with sleep. He was wearing a black sweat shirt and ratty jeans, black low-top shoes on his feet. Shikamaru rubbed his eyes and blinked, yawning again.
"Geez, you scared the hell out of me, kid," I said. I don't care about language. The students already use it, why can't I?
The student looked at me with an irritated expression and shrugged. "You woke me up," he answered in a soft voice. He then put the hood of his sweatshirt over his head and walked out of the room. I followed him and locked the door.
"You know," I called, "I could give you detention for sleeping in my class."
Shikamaru stopped walking down the hallway. He moved his head to the side and said, "You think I give a shit?" He started to walk again.
I smirked. "Fine, then. If you don't care, then I'll just give you one. Be in my room tomorrow, or I'll fail you. Got it?" All I got was a shrug from the teenager. My phone went off. I answered it. "Hello?"
"Oh, Asuma, honey! Can your father and I come over tonight?" One reason why I dislike my parents: they like to pop up without a moment's hesitation.
"I don't know, Mom. I have a lot of papers to grade." A lie, but spending "quality time" with my parents is never the greatest pastime.
"You can do papers another day. You always seem to do that, don't you? Please, sweety?" She sounded so begging. Damn it, I hate when she does that.
I sighed. "Fine, fine. You and Dad can come over. I have to go now. Bye."
"Thank you so much, darling! We'll arrive around 7. See you then!" She disconnected.
I sighed again and ran my hand through my hair. Jesus, I hate having my parents over. I rummaged through my bag until I found my pack of cigarettes. I grabbed one out of the box and lit it, not caring if I was inside the school or not. I needed one.
"Parents being troublesome, huh?" a voice said ahead of me. I jolted and looked up from the ground. Shikamaru was standing there, holding his locker door open. He grabbed his messenger bag and closed his locker. He slung the bag on his shoulders.
"You have no idea," I answered. Damn, I thought he left. "Don't tell anyone, 'kay?" I held up the lit cigarette.
He snorted. "Don't worry. But you'll have to do me a favor."
I nodded. "Okay, anything. What is it? Get you out of detention, raise your grade, free you from a test?"
Shikamaru shook his head. "No," he said and looked into my eyes. "Don't call home about the detention." Before I could say anything, he walked away, out of the school.
Okay then. I normally don't get requests like that from students. Most of them would ask to raise their grade or let them skip the upcoming test. Not ask to not tell their parents that they received detention. 'Eh,' I thought, 'Maybe his family's strict.' I shrugged it off and started out to my car. I had more important things to think about. Like my parents.
I drove home, thinking of what I have to do for the night. Step one: clean up the apartment. Step two: make a good dinner. Step three: hope everything goes good.
I stepped into my home and closed the door with my foot. Quickly setting my stuff down in my bedroom, I opened the fridge to see what food I had. Let's see...Peanut butter, milk, a bad carton of bad eggs, bologna, and a package of microwaveable bacon. And in the pantry, I have a loaf of bread. 'Shit.' I rushed to my car once more, checking the time. I had 4 hours to make a damn good dinner and become "presentable." Wonderful. I swerved through traffic, praying I wouldn't get pulled over. Then out of nowhere, everything came to a stand-still. No one was moving. The people walking were going faster than the ones in the cars. You. Have. GOT. To be. Fucking. KIDDING. Me. Just my luck that there will be something going on! I hit my head against the steering wheel repeatedly, making the horn go off. After minutes of banging my head and killing off my brain cells, I raised my head up and looked out the window. Just then, I saw a teenage boy walk by, hands stuffed in his pants pockets. Funny, it looked a lot like Shikamaru. 'Wait...That IS Shikamaru!' He was acting odd, though. He was limping and what looked like bruises covered his uncovered neck. 'Wonder what happened...' Then, out of nowhere, Shikamaru looked right at me. He gazed into my eyes, before snapping his head away and walking away more swiftly then he had been before. Huh. Must be in a hurry for something. But he wasn't walking like that until he first saw me. And what was up with the bruises?
The traffic in front of me started moving again, and I moved Shikamaru to the back of my mind for the second time that day. I glanced down at my watch again. Only 3 and ½ hours until the 'rents come knocking at my door. Fuck...
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(Shikamaru's POV)
I pushed open the door out of the school and welcomed the crisp air of autumn. There were too many clouds to actually see shapes, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to get out of the hell hole people call school. Though home wasn't much better. If I have to listen to one more of my mother's lectures, I think I would kill myself. Likewise, Dad isn't any nicer. Nope, he beats his "waste-of-space" son. I reluctantly pushed open the door to my "home." As quietly as I could, I made my way to the kitchen. If I could get something to snack on before heading to my room without getting caught...
"Shikamaru Nara, get your ass over here!" Dad hollered from the living room. I sighed; so close! Slowly, I made my way to where my mother and father were waiting for me. As usual, when I am in their presence, they're glaring at me.
"Where have you been?" Mom asked.
"School," I answer.
"Why didn't you come straight home and do your homework?" Oh, god, really? Then again she is my mother. Can't get any stricter than her.
"Well, I accidentally fell asleep," I said in a bored tone. It was the same thing every day...
"Don't use that tone with us!" Dad shouted, butting in. The hell? What tone was I using?
"I was using my usual voice." I really shouldn't talk back to him.
"And don't talk back!" Dad lunged up and backhanded me across the face. It stung, bad. I knew talking back was a bad idea. If I stayed silent, though, he would've hit me anyway. So whatever I do, the outcome isn't good.
"Don't you realize you're failing all your classes?" Mom demanded. How is having all "B's" failing?
My dad snorted. "Of course he doesn't. He's a stupid fag, remember?" Ah, yes, you have to add the "fag" part, hm? You hate that your only son is gay? Obviously.
"I'm getting 'B's'," I said. Dad's face turned red with anger. Shit, that was a bad move.
He grabbed an umbrella that was by him. Okay, then. Didn't know we even owned an umbrella. Dad stood up and swung it near my head. I ducked and stepped away from him. He swung again and, halfway through the swing, he went the opposite direction and cracked it on my head. I gritted my teeth and try to grab the umbrella, but he shot it back before hitting me in the face with the handle. I stumbled and fell to the ground. Oh shit. Dad slammed his foot down on my leg. Pain blossomed around my ankle and I heard a soft crack. Just fucking great. I yelled out, and he kicked me in the stomach. My mom just sat there and tutted before getting up and walking away. Yup, that's my mom for ya. Hates my guts almost as much as my dad. Speaking of, he kicked me again, on my wrist. There was another crack. I yelled out again and tried to get up. Bad move. He gripped my throat and squeezed. Air left my lungs immediately. It felt like my throat was about to collapse.
"You useless piece of faggot shit. You make your mother and me sick!" he spat. Oh god, is he honestly going to give me a lecture while he's choking me? "You should just go ahead and die, but that would break your mother's heart, even if she thinks you're a horrible excuse for a son." 'And that's why she's bitching at me because I have all "B's"?' My vision turned white from the lack of oxygen. I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was alone in the middle of the living room. I could hear the faint sounds of Mom and Dad in the kitchen. My ankle and wrist were throbbing in pain as I stood up. I slowly limped to the bathroom and took out a bottle of painkillers. After popping two in my mouth and taking care of my wounds the best I could, I grabbed my bag and left my home silently. There was no way in hell I was going to stay there for the night. I walked along the sidewalk, thinking about the day.
Truthfully? I thought it went pretty well, considering the circumstances. It could have always been worse. Hopefully, Asuma-sorry, Mr. Sarutobi-sticks with his end of the deal. If Mom and Dad find out I got detention, I should start writing my will. I would do anything to make sure he doesn't tell my parents. Speaking of him, I saw him in his car. The traffic was at a stand-still, and he was banging his head against his steering wheel. 'The fuck...?' He stopped. He had blue-black hair that was spiked up, and his beard of the same color was neatly trimmed. His brown eyes were anxious and pissed at the same time. He removed his tie he had on during school, and his shirt was unbuttoned. I wonder what he had to do tonight? 'Probably not find a place to sleep for the night.' Then he turned and looked me. Except, he wasn't looking at my eyes. He was looking at my uncovered neck. Which probably had bruises. Fuck. I snapped my head forward again and started to walk faster. My ankle was killing me, but I wanted to get as far away from my teacher as possible. I have to focus on the task at hand. Trying to find a place to sleep. Oh, this is going to be fun.
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A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry about the little cliff hanger thing. But *shrugs* oh well. I'll update as soon as possible. Ideas for future chapters and reviews are welcome. You can PM if you want.
(1) Aren't I so creative? Lol
~Sina~