Don't Look Down
Chapter 1 The One Called Weirdo
Beta byItaNarulover
Uchiha Itachi coughed up smoke as a car transmission choked up its dirty dark cloud; he swapped the cloud from his face as he continued to walk on the cracked and weedy sidewalk. He didn't know what time it was or how long he was out; he knew he had to get out of that house of the disgraceful family he had to live with. The only reason he came back was because of his little brother that needed him.
Sometimes Itachi left for days on an end, he stayed with a friend here and there for a short period of time, and sometimes he stayed for a week or two. He sighed as he looked at the sidewalk that went up a hill, brick buildings with stacks close to one another. He was a little relented to keep on walking, but he didn't have any way of transportation so walking was his only choice.
He looked up at the distance and saw the moon light beam down and stars twinkling. He saw flashes of light move across the sky very calmly and quietly.
"You lil'o shit! Get back here!" Came a scratchy voice.
Itachi was stunned to hear someone shouting behind him, he turned and in that moment a kid shoved his shoulder as he kept running. Itachi turned his head back and the kid disappeared, he tilted his head as he tried to calculate where the kid went. The fat guy behind him was panting as he bent over, clutching his chest.
Itachi deemed it wasn't his problem so he continued walking on, not caring for the male in distress.
'My Dream Come True'
A dirt blond haired boy was pacing back and forth; he was biting his nails as he peeked out from the side of the building that he was tracking. He had to storm in and rob the guy, seeing that he was out of shape gave him an advantage due to his running ability. He was a star on his track team once upon a time...very long ago. He dropped out of school when he turned sixteen, he was then kicked out of his foster home simply because he didn't want to be there anymore, that and he set fire to it…but that was a different story which he didn't want to remember or retell.
He grabbed his red hood and threw it over his head; he unpocketed a set of sunglasses that would cover his eye color. He wasn't as stupid as to just walk inside without anything so that the guy could tell the cops.
The red sweater-wearing body moved from the hiding spot of the building, he quickly moved inside. He started shouting at the guy saying he has a gun in his jacket as his hand was inside.
The guy of the store looked shocked and scared for his own safety; the guy rigged the cashier machine open. He started grabbing as much as he could.
The robber looked like he was excited as the guy complied with his demand, he smirked a little. The smirk fell from his lips as he spotted something running in front of him.
A mouse stopped and started to clean itself using its tiny paws, not even realizing that there were people out there.
"GHHHH!" He backed up and his hands came up to shield himself. He hated any kind of rat; his orphanage back home had a bunch that came creeping out at night.
"You don't have a gun!" The guy sounded outraged as he slowly lowered his tight fist full of cash.
Forgetting the mouse he stared wide eyed at the male in front of him, he smiled weakly as he began to back up towards the exit.
"You lil'o shit!" The storekeeper shouted as he ran around his counter to get the kid.
The kid turned and took off.
The shopkeeper started to run after him, "Get back here!" He waved his fist high in the air.
The blond head turned around to watch the guy struggling to keep up; he smirked but was hit by a figure. Ignoring the feeling of his now bruised shoulder he dunked behind a garbage dumpster. He clutched his arm using his hand; he was leaning against the smelly garbage. His breathing so very heavily, he tried to calm his heart beat as he heard footsteps getting louder.
His breath hitched and his eyes shut behind his dark sunglasses, he stopped his breathing.
"He's gone." A husky voice seemed to purr through one ear and out the other.
His breath popped from his lunges as he whipped his head towards the husky voice. "Un-huh..." He didn't know what to say or to do. He was stunned by this pretty faced older male that couldn't possible live around here.
Police sirens were suddenly turned on, making the blond stop breathing again. "Did you rob that guy?"
He blinked at the dark figure. "What's it to ya?!" He couldn't help but be rude to someone that he just met; even with a pretty face he couldn't show anyone mercy.
"Fine then." The older looking male stepped back and turned away from him and began to walk once more.
The sirens become louder.
"You can always follow me." He told the kid, he didn't know why but this kid looked familiar.
He started hiccupping as his heart rate jumped; it was either stay and be caught or follow this stranger that could be a cop undercover or off work. No way would anyone help someone that just tried to rob someone for easy cash. He licked his lips and with one last glance back at the cops pulling up to the tiny store and at the yelling and screaming guy in a white apron, he started running after 'Mr., nice guy.'
'My Dream Come True'
"Hey weirdo, why'd you help me out back there?" He said to his knight, not that he knew what a knight was except a sliver tan can from the Wizard of Oz.
He stopped and looked at the kid, "You can't just call someone a 'weirdo'."
"But you are." He said not sure if this guy was out of his mind or from a wealthy family that just got bored at home and saved a commoner. "Why else would you save me like you did?!" He stuck a pointed finger at the pale male next to him.
Itachi blatantly looked away. "Maybe it has the same effect a puppy would have if he was trapped and a little kid wanting to save it."
"Okie..." He stuck one finger in the air, "…but the little kid is a grown man and the puppy is some kid...now what does that say about your mind...huh? Huh!"
"Do you want me to drag you back, I'm sure that storekeeper would be happy."
Naruto was shocked; he then started to shake his head really fast. "Nononononono! I'm good, I'm good."
Itachi rolled his eyes, "Now that you're saved, why are you still following me?"
"What? You're not going to take the little puppy home with you? That's what a little kid would do..." He edged closer to the taller male.
Not affected by the kid's closeness, he simply replied. "Like you said before, I'm a grown man and you're just some kid."
"You don't have to be mean!" He argued.
"First I'm a weirdo, now I'm mean?" he let out a puff of air; he hesitantly looked at the blond tanned kid. "If you think of me like that, then leave."
"I can't! You saved me, now I have to save you." He shouted as he stomped his foot.
He shook his head, "You don't own me anything."
He snapped and quickly moved in front of the older male, stopping him in the processes. "I was raised like this, and no matter what I have to do to save your ass I'll do it, whether you like it or not!"
"What morals." He rolled his eyes, "You just robbed someone and yet if someone saves you, you owe them…you were raised wrong."
"I raised myself thank you very much-" He was cut off by the stranger's voice.
"You did a lousy job."
"See! You're mean! I'm trying to help you! I will follow you and make sure nothing will happen to you or your stupid body!!" He sharply turned around and started walking ahead of the raven.
What did I get myself into?
'My Dream Come True'
Itachi moved a fork into his scrambled eggs with bacon on the side; the blond was next to him on a stool watching everything around the raven. "Not everyone wants to hurt me. Stop looking around and start eating…since I'm paying for you as well."
"Another thing that I have to owe you!" He protested as he looked at his pancakes, which he hadn't had in two years.
"You don't owe me anything. Can't I just be nice!?" He stuck his eggs into his mouth and chewed softly.
He looked away from his pancakes, even if his stomach was growling he still wanted to talk to the guy. "We're in the city, no one's nice, not even the cops!"
Itachi gaze softened as he looked upon his eggs. "Shut up and eat already." He picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it, as he looked at the boy from the corner of his eye, he watched him cut into his pancakes using his fork. Happy that he had the boy's mouth pried, he sighed at the now quite diner. That only lasted for about one minute.
"So, who are you?" He asked as he looked up into his eyes.
"Ita-" He turned his head, he couldn't tell this kind of person who he really was. "I'm a nobody." He felt like laughing.
He barked out laughing, "Even I'm not a nobody. Don't you have a name? I bet it's something cool just like your looks!"
He turned his head around to stare at the blue eyes. "My looks? What do you like about my looks?"
Blinking, he hesitantly let his eyes roam away from the strangers face. Of course he knew a cute face when he saw one, but to tell someone that had one was entirely different. He did the only thing he knew; he lifted his shoulders in a shrug.
"May I ask what you are doing on the streets?"
He finished his stack of pancakes; he then pushed the plate away. "Money."
"You're on the streets because of money?" He said in disbelief.
"Yeah, I don't have any." He said as he picked the glass of orange juice up, sipping it before placing it back on the counter top. "I haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
Itachi's body leaned to the side, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket. "Why don't you go to a shelter?" He asked.
"I'd rather eat garbage then go live there!" He shook his head; he didn't care if he did sound a little childish. Help is help right? Not to him, like he said earlier, he'd rather eat garbage.
"Have you been to one?" He counted his money as the bill came.
"Dozens." He tilted the side of his nose as he tried not to remember his past.
Itachi threw down a wad of cash, he then stuffed his wallet back inside. He pushed himself off the counter top; he walked towards the entrance and exit. He pushed the door open, hearing bells and then it shut behind him. He was a little far ahead when he heard the same bells; he glanced over his shoulders and found an embarrassed blond kid standing in front of the glass door. He had his hands stuffed in his red hood jacket; his eyes looked away from the raven.
Itachi turned back around and began walking once more. He cleared his throat as cold air came into his lungs. "Are you coming or not?"
TBC
a/n Here's another requested fic for Cascarras. I was bored of not updating. Yes this means I'm back to writing once more.
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