It's My Life
Itachilova101
Ch. 1
Summary: Uchiha Itachi is a very angsty and depressed senior in High School. Haruno Sakura is a very timmid, very shy, depressed senior, as well. With a few connections and a few too many likenesses, can the two cause sparks to fly? Ita/Saku AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. (Please apply to all chapters)
A/N: A story that I kinda like... Italics mean thoughts and flashbacks. I'm changing some things up here. Itachi's going to have more than one sibling...
I stood in front of my locker, staring off into space, waiting for the bell to ring so I could go to my next class: Physics 30 A/C. I wasn't in a mood to talk, as usual, so I ignored the incessant chatter of my schoolmates.
I was on my spare. I had come back from sitting on a bus stop so I could smoke a cigarette, something I had craved since first block this morning... I just had to wait for my next class so I could get this hell over and done with.
My Physics teacher was Iruka-sensei. He and I had our issues with one another. He thought of me as a pure genius, but lazy. I thought of him as a clueless SOB... Of course, I never failed to voice that opinion.
Finally, the bell rang and I headed down the hall toward room 204, my Physics room.
I sat in my chair and decided to not take out my books. I ignored the childish giggles of the girl's around me as they giggled and fawned over the "cute" males in the room. I really hoped I wasn't one of them...
As Iruka-sensei walked into the room with his man-purse, as people seemed to call it, he set his supplies down and stood before the class. He looked at a few students, giving them the look that we all knew meant, "sit down and shut up".
"Good afternoon, Class." he greeted. "I'll assume that only half of the entire class actually did last night's homework? Am I correct in this assumption?"
A good portion of the class stayed silent as he stared us down.
Of course, I did the work. I did it in class because it was too easy...
He looked to me, a question in his eyes. "Where's your books, Uchiha-san?"
"In my bag..." I mumbled, crossing my arms.
He sighed and inquired, "did you even do the homework?"
I shrugged indifferently. "I did it, but I don't really give a shit either way..."
He raised a brow, not looking too please at my fowl language and told me, "I'll thank you to watch your language while in class, Itachi-san..."
Wow, he used my first name for once...
I didn't apologize or even acknowledge he'd said anything. I crossed my arms on my desk and rested my chin on them. I watched in boredom as he had us review last day's work.
I had all the right answers, of course... I was passing this class with flying colors.
I suppose you could say that Iruka-sensei was correct when he said I was a genius. I mean, the academically challenged classes were little more than a brain teaser for me... I was passing every one of my classes with high honors and I was often acknowledged as the school's number-one genius.
This isn't me talking, either. It's others... I really couldn't care less. I just wanted to go to school, go to bed and hope I don't wake up the next morning...
That's what life was for me... A constant wish that I could go to sleep and never wake up. Just die, or go into a coma, or anything...
My social life sucked, my home life was worse and I just wanted to be left alone by everybody, including my family... Especially my family...
I sighed and took out my books before Iruka got into lecture mode and opened my textbook. I wasn't paying attention because most of the topics he was talking about were review... At least, for me they were.
I yawned and fell into half consciousness.
I drove home in my car and parked in the lot. I could see both of my parents' cars in the driveway, meaning they were both home and that the war had probably already begun...
My father and my mother were constantly fighting. Ever since they got married...
So, everytime I saw Father's car in the driveway, I knew to keep out of their way and to ignore them until they calmed down... If they ever did...
I walked into the large house, my ipod blaring and headed straight to my room.
My brother, Sasuke, was probably being the terd he'd always been since birth and was busily preparing for that damn Martial Arts-thing he had the day after this day. The twins were only six years old and were most likely fighting over which baby show to watch. Then, there was my elder brother that was probably yelling at Sasuke to shut the hell up with his Kung-Fu or whatever it was called.
I went into my room and slammed the door shut. I fell onto my bed and just stared at the ceiling, never taking out my headphones.
My father was a lawyer. So was his father and his father before that and so on. Almost every man on my father's side was a very successful lawyer and, on my mother's side, were doctor's. So, with all that prestige, came all the money. With all that came our miserable lives.
I loved my mother, but hated my father. I really didn't very much care for Sasuke because he was always looking to stand out between the two of us. He thought of the two of us as "rivals" and always felt that he had tro do better. Of course, every miserable attempt he made was a failiure.
As usual, a few hours after I came home, Mother came into my room and sat down on the edge of my bed. She looked at me and tried to speak. I couldn't hear her, though, because of my ipod.
I took out my headphones and looked at her quizzically.
She smiled sadly. I looked into her tear-stained face and sighed. I tried to ignore the bruise that was forming on her arm that was shaped like my father's hand.
"Dinner's almost ready." she told me in that soft voice of her's that she only used for her children. "I'd like it if you got washed up and helped set the table."
I nodded with a sigh. I could say no to everybody, but her...
I asked her, "why do you put up with him?"
"He helps pay the bills."
A lie. We all knew where his paychecks went to: Beer, gambling and prostitutes. We'd be perfectly fine off without that asshole that I must call my father.
He was an alchoholic, a phsically abusive husband and father and a pathetic excuse for a man.
I stood with my mother and I headed to a sink to wash my hands and help her set the table.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and started dishing out dinner.
The twins, Ayame and Ayami came stampeding in and sat on chairs beside eachother. Sasuke came in second, looking a bit flushed from his "training", as he liked to call it. Then, came another poor excuse for a human, my eldest brother, Akashi.
Though he was rather smart, he flunked out of college because he was too lazy to do anything. Sasuke, being sixteen years old, was adicted to sugar and pretty much thought of it as a fifth food group, but also based his entire life around being a "Kung-Fu master". How lame is that? The twins were only six and chatted incessantly.
Then, there was me, Uchiha Itachi. A seventeen-year-old lump of society.
This is why I just wanted to graduate, turn eighteen and move out of this hellhole. Then, maybe I could live the rest of my life with the hope of being a normal person... Yea, right...
A/N: What do you think for the first chapter? Do you like it so far? Please tell me in a review!!!