Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and sadly never will. *cries in corner*

Title: Fire in the Wind

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto (SasuNaru)

Rating: Not so sure...it's rated M to be safe, but there will be triggering mental illnesses and abuse ETC. I will warn you.

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance/Humor

Summary:From abusive relationships, to self inflictions, to starvation, to aggregation. This world can steal, kill, and destroy, but when I look into his cerulean eyes, everything is perfect and calm. I hate him..but at the same time, I'd follow him to the ends of the world. No matter how I hate myself, I can't hate him./ SasuNaru /. Yaoi ./ Mental heath fanfic/ triggering

Timeline: Actual universe. Also known as 21st century.

Warnings: Will eventually be yaoi! (Sorry mom.) (this chapter has cutting in it) TRIGGERING

sorry for OOCness. I won't try to have it that way, but since it is AU it will have to be slightly OOC. Also, I will place warnings on the chapters that have yaoi, so don't worry. Lastly, sorry for typos! I'm going to try and find a beta reader. If interested, please PM me.

Status: Continuing

Fire in the Wind

By Sasurealian

Prologue

The tragedy of life is so wanted yet wasted.

I use to remember a life a long time ago where I would smile and laugh. I would actually eat at the dinner table with my family and tell stories of my day at school. We would exchange stories back and forth and we basically were the image of a happy family. The type of family you'd see in a pizza commercial.

Yea, if you could have believed that. I didn't anymore.

Heck as I speak, I was in my room –with it locked I might add – holding a razor blade to my wrist. I got it from my mom's box of old stuff after she passed away. It wasn't like she needed it anymore. I hesitated momentarily before I sighed and dug it into my wrist. There was loud music playing on my night stand and if I was playing it, then I was probably not in a good mood. My dad might think I am doing my homework, but if by homework you mean self-infliction, then sure, I was doing a lot of that. Probably have an A+ at this rate.

I went numb and gulped down the anything in my throat, then let out a breath of air. The pain in my wrist felt cooling. Yea, it hurt a little, but it was a releasing kind of pain. My vision danced, but I knew I was alright. It was what I expected each time I did this. If you asked me why I was doing this I would stare at you and shrug. After all, that was the reason why. I didn't know and I didn't give a flying fuck, but what would you except from Sasuke Uchiha? It wasn't like giving a fuck was something I was good at. You wouldn't be finding that on my résumé anytime soon.

I know you're looking at me and wondering where I went wrong? If you must know, then don't ask, because like I said earlier, I don't know and frankly you're not worth my time.

Maybe it started with the death of my mother? Maybe it started when my brother disappeared? It might have even taken place when my dad started to drink and never come home. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter because this is what I was now.

A year ago to the day I lost who I was and now it's hard to recall what that something was and I was willing to live with that…or perhaps….not.

Gazing down onto my arms, I noticed a pattern of whelps and white faded lines. They reminded me of the 'cut here' logo that we all familiarized with as children. I guess you could say I perfected my cutting skills. My teachers would have been so proud.

Proud….yes….they were quite proud of me. Everyone was proud of me and I felt like a prodigy child. Despite my older brother, I was. However this new way of living keeps me from caring about school. My mind is constantly contemplating on my next move, the next song I should play as I hack away at my pale flesh, and the bitter, metal smell of blood as it runs across my white canvas of skin.

That was when I realized I had placed a new cut above the already one I just made.

"Shit!" I said as I swung my black tee over my head and wrapped it around the bloody mess.

'Knock knock' "Sasuke, I have some clean clothes for you."

My dad was at the door, "Busy. Come back later."

"Hey! I'm your father! Let me in now!" His voice was raised which indicated he was drinking.

Fuck my life. Not now.

He banged into the door with his fists.

"I am doing some serious homework, leave it!"

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You think this is a joke? Open the goddamn door!"

But I didn't. Instead my heart raced inside my chest and I pulled my shirt back and slit another cut into my skin.

What was I doing?

"Sasuke!"

I did it again and….my dad's voice faded away. That was nice.

"SASUKE! You better listen to me you ungrateful shit!"

Again and again. It was like I was in a dream, but there was no one there. My eyes fluttered closed and I wanted to smile. Could I even smile?

Was this insanity?

"SASUKE!"

That was his last faded call. I didn't even notice as I jabbed the blade into my light blue vein.

Ya'know, it just seemed like a good idea at the time.

It made me feel free.

Like nothing could bother me…

…like it was only me alive.

I could no longer hear the voices of those who hated me and wanted to harm me.

I didn't need them anymore.

I was Sasuke Uchiha and we don't need people of that sort.

That day I saw a light.

That same day that bright, luring light faded into black….

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Also yea, I re-wrote this prologue...because I didn't like the first one I wrote. o.o; Hope this was better xD I liked it more LOL

I shall update soon!

Aiya-