Warnings: Some bad language. Yaoi, or shonen-ai, or what ever you like to call it. I kind of abuse Naruto. I know! I'm a bad person, but its all in the name of the plot!
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Naruto. I don't own the computor I'm using either :/ I recently broke mine... again...
He stretched out his back and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. It was still dark out, and the morning hues have just recently began to thinly peer above the horizon. No matter how late he seems to fall asleep, he always wakes up early, 5:45 on the dot. His body worked routinely and mechanically that way.
Swiping the raven hair that obstructed his view, Sasuke slipped out of his bed and bit back a yawn as he walked towards his darkly painted bathroom, opening the door slowly.
Sasuke didn't even bother to turn on the light. He couldn't risk looking into the mirror. It may sound silly or foolish but Sasuke avoided looking into the mirror at all costs. It wasn't that he was unattractive or anything of the sort. In fact he was quite the opposite; anyone would say he was amazingly attractive. Naturally charming. Almost doll-like.
How he looked wasn't the issue, rather than who he looked like.
Every time he looked into the mirror he was reminded of him. His brother. The man that was once his childhood idol, and was the current source of his despair. Sure their looks were far from identical, but the similarities were painfully obvious. Sasuke hated it. He hated how his dark, almost piercing black orbs, resembled those of the older Uchiha. How they both had the same perfectly pale porcelain skin. Not a blemish in sight. He detested the fact that they shared the same devilishly pink lips. How in moments of amusement they would lift one corner of their mouths in a sinful smirk. He loathed the fact that they both had the same delicate dark eyebrows, and how the left one would rise when in surprise and would furrow together when deep in though. He hated how they had the same aristocratic nose that pointed up almost smugly. He hated how much they resembled eachother, both physically and personality wise.
Shaking away rather unpleasant memories, the raven haired boy lifted the knob of the shower to start the hot water. He peeled off his suddenly heavy nightwear while he slipped into the scalding hot water. The water would be easily considered unbearably burning to anyone else, but it tingled and pleasured his senses. The thick steam would have made it hard for anyone else to breathe or see, but he basked in the suffocating feeling.
Turning off the water with one hand he reached for a towel with the other. After his skin was dry and his hair styled, he slipped into some rather formfitting, black jeans, and a T-shirt that was such a dark shade of blue, it could easily be mistaken for black.
On his way to the kitchen for breakfast, he caught something at the corner of his eye. Through the dark curtains he could see a figure in the house across the street. The figure's hair was so bright it was hard to miss. Sasuke walked towards the large window and pulled the dark tapestry to the side in order to see clearer.
He knew who that blond figure was, but the instances he did see him was rare, and not to mention strange.
The house across the street was quite small, and not even in a pleasant quaint kind of way. More of the stuffy, crowded kind of way. Sasuke remembered how people told stories about how it was haunted when he was a kid. He was quite frightened himself. He remembered how almost all parents, even his own, told their kids to avoid the house. It's wood boards were threatening to fall off and the white paint that was now a dull brown was quickly peeling. It looked strange and out of place next to its surroundings.
The rest of the houses in the neighborhood were large and new. About ten years ago, they had demolished most of the cheep preexisting homes, and in their place were new expensive ones. Each taking about three or four of the original properties. The blond's home is all that remains.
Sasuke's home itself was built around the time his parents died- no- were murdered.
No one really ever talked to the boy across the street, and as far as he knew, he didn't leave his home. Every few days though, two doctors would come and visit him. Always the same two. One with silver-grey hair, though he did not look old. He wore a darkly colored doctors mask that covered the majority of his face. The other was a busty woman with pale blonde hair tied in two loose pigtails.
Often the blond boy would sit at his windowsill and stare out at the world. He hardly went outside; it was a wonder how his skin was so tan.
Sasuke didn't know what to think of the boy, but everyone else seemed to hate him. They would walk on his property and spit on the ground. Yell insults at him through the window. Give him the finger. Others trashed his property. Anything to convey to what degree the loathed him. Yet as far as he could tell, the blonde hadn't done anything wrong. Yet the post perplexing thing was that whenever someone gave the blond such treatment, he would just smile and wave.
No matter what abuse was thrown at him, he would smile a very white and sparkling smile, revealing each of his sparkling teeth.
'Perhaps he's insane'Sasuke mused to himself, still staring at the blond through the window.
Some say he is, but most just called him a monster, a demon. Sasuke scoffed at the idea of the blond being a demon. He certainly didn't look it. He would ask someone, but it seemed most people followed some unwritten rule that said they couldn't talk to or about the blond, forcing silence on their lips. Though this didn't really affect the Uchiha, he was more of a listener than a talker anyways.
When the blond finally noticed that he was being watched, he smiled at the raven, but Sasuke just ignored it, and acted like he didn't see it. The boy gave a disappointed sigh through his teeth, but didn't allow his smile to falter.
Sasuke forced the curtains shut and made himself a breakfast. It was burnt toast and cold cereal today.
Once finished he slung his book bag over one shoulder lazily and stepped outside. It was much brighter than the house, and he had squinted his eyes, using his hands as shields from the invading sunlight. He snuck a glance at the "demon" across the street to find he was no longer there.
The window that the blond had been peering through was now shattered, and a man, about 30 or so years old was chucking rocks and bricks at the property. The man had a scruffy beard, and it is apparent that he had been drinking, which is strange because it was still early.
Sasuke just stood there motionless as the man continued throwing projectiles and profanities at the blond and his home.
"Serves you right you fucking demon!" He sneered venomously.
After he was sure he got his point across, he stormed into his car and drove away speeding. A satisfied smirk on his lips. 'If anyone, he was the demon.'Sasuke thought as he began to continue walking. The he stopped in his tracks as sounds began vibrating through his ears.
He walked closer to its source. It was at the old beat up home across the street. Where the 'demon' lived.
The sounds grew louder. Sniffles and sobs echoed through the front lawn.
Sasuke glanced at the broken window. It was stained with blood. He could clearly smell the bitter smell ofrusting iron.
He hesitantly opened the front door, cautious to make as little noise as possible. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. It was probably because no one bothered to come this close to the house.
Stepping in, his feet caused the old floors to creek with every step.
"W-who's t-there?" said a voice cracking with every failed syllable.
Sasuke said nothing and just walked over to the blond who sat in the corner of a dark hallway.
"Your crying." Sasuke said, stating the obvious.
"Y-you're a r-real genious y-you k-know t-that?" The blond said in between sniffles.
Sasuke snorted. 'This kids balling his eyes out and he tries to take a jab at me?'
There was silence.
"You shouldn't be here." The blond said under his breath. His voice finally collected. He finally looked up for his head was previously tucked into his knees. "Aren't you the kid across the street?" he wondered aloud. "What would your parents say if they knew that you were at the demon boy's house?" The blond said with a large smile. Too large for someone who just insulted themself.
"They're dead." Sasuke said flatly.
"I know." The blond said looking him straight in the eye. "I'm not gonna say sorry if that's what your aiming for."
"How do you know?" Sasuke said, referring to the fact that he knew of his parent's death.
"Not all monsters are stupid," Naruto said smiling again. To be honest, it was kind of freaking Sauske out. "Some are pretty observant."
Sasuke was a calculative thinker. Everything had a straight foreword answer. It was either this or that. Yes or no. Right or wrong. Even so, He didn't know what to make of the boy.
Suddenly the blond started heaving air deeply. He was panting.
"Oi, my head's spinning." He whined.
Sasuke placed his hand on the blonds shoulder in an attempt to stop the shaking. He was disturbed to find that his hands became soaking wet. He inspected his palms in the dim, hardly visible lighting, to see a crimson color.
Blood. And lots of it.
"What are you! An idiot! You're going to bleed to death!" Sasuke said uncharacteristically panicked.
The blond just smiled. The same goofy idiotic smile he'd always give.
Slowly the boy's eyes drooped closed and his slow, measured, breathes, indicated that he had passed out.
Sasuke dragged the boy, whose name he has yet to find out to a couch in the small space that he assumed to be the living room. He pulled him onto the couch, which was a disgusting mustard color and pulled off the boy's blood soaked shirt.
He saw what he had failed to see in the darkness. The blond was covered in bruises. Mixtures of brown, blue, and purples were scattered on his body, almost decoratively. He had a deep cut on his chest that wouldn't stop bleeding. The blood ran down the boy's thin frame. Looking at the blond's face, you could see his cheeks were visibly sunken, and it is obvious he doesn't eat nearly enough.
His blond hair was even brighter close up, though it was wild and untamed. His cheeks had three pale scars on each. They were almost whisker like.
He looked younger than he probably was, and radiated in innocence, yet also a touch of defiance.
Sasuke pulled off his own shirt and ripped it into strips and began to tie it around the blond's torso tightly.
"Looks like you owe me a new shirt loser." Sasuke mumbled to himself as he continued rapping his makeshift bandages.
A/N: I know its a bit rough but it gets better, at least I hope it will :)
And no, I'm not going to kill you if you don't review, or even bribe you with the fresh baked virtual chocolate chip cookies I'm eating. This was just a plot bunny that came to me in my sleep, so I had to get it down on paper before I exploded so... REVIEWS MUCH APPRECIATED, but of course, not required.
See yea next time!
EDIT 10/5: I just went back and fixed some of my mistakes. I mean, how did you guys handle my horrible grammer, and not to mention my spelling? If you see anymore horribly horrible mistakes, just tell me or better yet, be my BETA!