AN: New fic… hope it's good x3 random idea that came to me as I sat in bed cursing the bad plumbing of my toilet as it woke me up at nine this morning.
I realized something as I wrote this… no matter how hard I try, I can't seem write a Naruto boy love story without having Sasuke as a main character in some way or another. I hate that. I hate Sasuke, the little snot nose…
Disclaimer: I own nothing… obviously…
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Chapter One – Fuck… just… fuck
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"It's now been three weeks since Sasuke Uchiha, of the Hidden Leaves, had his on-stage breakdown. No official response has since been let forth by the band's agent, but rumors are flying like wild-fire across the web. Rumors of a possible mental breakdown or drug induced insanity are the most frequent-"
The sing-song voice of the newswomen on the television was interrupted as a remote was hurled at the screen, leaving a dull scratch on the front and striking a high-pitched bang. Sasuke winced, the noise shaking his hung-over brain. When the echoing finally stopped he growled, hands instantly curling around any solid object he could reach. The idiot bitch was still talking.
"Don't you have anything fucking better to report then me! Fuck! What about some fucking dead fucking little bastards or a fucking fire!" The boy hollered, flinging numerous objects at the cursed TV. Most missed their target of the power button, many even missing the target of the television, but finally his metal ashtray did the job.
Of course, as satisfying as it was to finally have stopped the crap from streaming, now he was left with ashes and cigarette butts lying across his already wrecked living room. Not to mention a killing headache.
Sasuke sighed, running his hands through his black hair and letting his palms rest over his throbbing temples. He dimly noted at least one cigarette butt falling from his hair, but that did little to faze him. Right now, all he wanted to do was curl up and die. Pretty much the same feeling he'd had all week. Or, more precisely, the past three weeks.
A groan that sounded very much like a dying frog's croak slipped from Sasuke's throat as he withdrew his hands from his oily hair. The back of his mind meekly reminded him he hadn't taking a shower in two weeks.
"You bastard… look what you did to me…" Sasuke mumbled into a cushion as he buried his head into the corner of his couch, one arm limply falling off the side and the other tightly wrapped around a small pillow.
Four hours later, Sasuke was shaken from sleep by the ringing of his phone. The actual phone had been thrown into the kitchen some days ago but, as Sasuke had irritably come to realize, the dock would ring too. Now the dock laid under the coffee table just out of Sasuke's reach. When's he'd finally realized the phone wasn't mocking him in his head with its insufferable ringing even after he'd long since killed it he'd been too weak to successfully pull the cord from the wall.
Sasuke watched miserably through his one open eye, his other still hidden in the couch.
"Shut up already! Just shut the fuck up!" Surprisingly, it shut the fuck up. The younger Uchiha allowed himself a smirk of satisfaction. Though it quickly dropped as his blurry eyes focused on the small blinking red light that signaled waiting messages.
The goddamn light had been blinking since the first night… That same day that he'd had his breakdown while performing…
"Drug induced my ass… more like love induced…" Sasuke muttered as he rolled onto his back. He wearily rubbed his eyes with his fingertips as a low laugh resounded from the back of his throat. "God, how clichéd. No wonder we haven't written a new song in months. I suck."
And then, suddenly, unwanted memories swarmed Sasuke's mind, making his miserable mood even worse and creating a feeling of impending vomit. Memories of that night. He could almost imagine how it looked for the audience. The lead singer snapping halfway through the first song, throwing his headset into the crowd and his guitar against the floor. He idly wondered if he'd seriously broken it or not. He really did like that guitar.
The phone rang again, breaking him out of his mournful daze. He cocked one dark eye open, eyeing the phone-dock hatefully. How many more times would it ring before he picked it up? Enough to drive him insane, most likely.
This time, the phone only rang three times before whoever was on the other line gave up, something that lightened Sasuke's mood greatly.
I wonder if he called…
Sasuke's jaw clenched and his hands dug into the cushions beneath him. Above all else, he couldn't let himself go there. What the hell had he drunken all that beer for! To keep his brain from working! He seriously wasn't going to let all his money go to waste by thinking…
And yet, his mind did go there. And soon, Sasuke found himself eyeing the blinking light like a lion eyes a baby gazelle. Bluntly, he couldn't tear his eyes from it. All the answers it held in its power… all the mysteries it could quench and all the dreams it could make come true…
Sasuke's eyes flashed alive. He couldn't take anymore. He lunged for the dock, his hands reaching out desperately.
"Fuck!" He cursed loudly as his chin rammed into the coffee table's glass top. Fuck indeed. Nevertheless, his hands had successfully grasped their target.
He could feel his heart beating in his fingertips as he straitened, his back now resting against the hard back of the couch as the cushion had mysteriously vanished. He took a deep breath before pressing the blinking button, a small grin tugging at his lips as he imagined all the things the machine would tell him.
"You have 92 new messages. First message…
'Listen, Sasuke… fuck… I'm sorry, okay! I just… I just… shit… I don't know what to say… I can't really say anything, can I? To make this all better… I really screwed it up this time… I… didn't think… you know me, that's what I do… not think -In a second! I hear you bastards! Just give me a goddamn second- … I'm just… really sorry… and… why did you run out like that? We're in a lot of crap now, you know… the owner of the hall is trying to sue us… N-not that I'm blaming you! It's all my fault! But… well, Neji doesn't think so... he's really pissed… but that doesn't matter! Sasuke… I just -Fuck! I'm coming! Give me one fucking second- I just… Call me, Okay, Sasuke? Just… call me… we need to talk…'
Next message…"
Sasuke's palm slammed down on the dock before it could go on, pressing all the buttons at once and earning the desired effect of shutting it up.
"You bastard… you fucking bastard…" Sasuke's words were muffled against the hissing sobs he was trying to keep away. He was known as the heartless bastard, the one that never showed emotion. But right now… it physically hurt to bite the tears back.
In a swift movement Sasuke grabbed one of the nearby pillows, dropping his head into it as his grip on its sides tightened. The muffled sound of his hoarse scream could barely be heard the pillow was held so close.
Looking back, there was really no reason for Sasuke to have been smiling. Nothing the machine could have said would have made him feel better. There was really no happy way to go about for apologizing about ruining their secret homosexual inner-band relationship by fucking his older brother.
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Now, I'm afraid this story will always be second to my other one, Games of Love and Family, but I'll update it as much as I can. Reviews will update it faster, just so ya know.
Oh, and sorry for all the cursing ; They're young and part of a popular band… they're pretty full of themselves, so, it's like… I unno… eh heh heh
/Froggy Out