One for the memories
Summary:
I can't remember things. All I have are scars. I can only remember a name. And a face. But it's not even mine. AU NaruSasu
I have come to accept the fact that I have almost no memories of the past. I don't know if it's my inability to remember things or something in the past repressed them. And frankly I don't want to know.
I can only remember the name Naruto Uzumaki. Or was it Namikaze? Oh well. And his face. Sun-kissed skin, beautifully messy blond hair, irresistible ocean blue eyes, and a heartwarming smile. But- like I said- it's not me. I can remember a complete stranger but not my own name. So I gave myself name. Sasuke. It means warrior and I am one. Like a warrior I have proven many times over that I deserve to be on this Earth like everyone else. But for what purpose I can't say. I'm not sure of my age either. When I look at normal, healthy, kids that hang around the schools imagine I'm they're age. So that would be around fifteen.
But I'm not a normal healthy kid. I live on the streets for my entire life. I think. Having no memories can get really frustrating. I have scars littering my entire body, too. Long ones, short ones, thin ones, thick ones, you name it. Once when I was around six I saw an alley cat with a wire around its neck. I had pitied it and set it free. The cat's thanks was three scratches to my left cheek. After a while they turned into scars. I had problems of remembering things back then more than I do now. Hell, I even forgot which alley I slept in. But I remembered that cat. It was an orange tabby with sea-foam green eyes. Then it hit me. The scars helped me remember things. Soon when something was of importance I gave myself a cut that turned into a scar. I know what you're thinking. How could a six-year-old mutilate his body like that? Well it was either adapt or die. And it was a system that worked pretty well.
But there are older scars that I don't remember giving myself. Once, in a broken, dirty, mirror I saw a scar that stretched from my right shoulder to my left hip. I also had a tattoo that looked like three tomes circling each other and squiggle line around it. That scared me to death. Finally, I understood what life was. Being frightened out of your mind with no one to give a rat's ass about you. What took a normal person thirty years to figure out took me only eight.
That's the past though. This is the future. And the future is surviving. But in order to survive I have to find some answers.
Wow I surprised myself. I'm usually only an ItaSasu fan and if is Naruto and Sasuke I prefer SsasuNaru. So why the hell I'm I writing NaruSasu? Yes it will be a multi-chap fic. Wait and see what happens to our Sasu-chan next. Hint: it involves one silver-haired pervert. Next time on (cue cheesy music) One For The Memories!!!! P.S. sorry it's so short. I'll try harder ~