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THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN, UNDER Well, This Sucks
Title finally got the comma it deserved.
(4/10/15)
New story time eh?
I'm quite obsessed with reading Naruto AU's so I thought, "why not write my own"
There's no actual certainty that I'll update this story, just an idea, but if you guys like it I'll write more. And I haven't abandoned Death, Universe Traveling, and the Host Club? Just thinking of new ideas.
I hope you enjoy
disclaimer I do not own any of the characters made by Masashi Kishimoto's amazing imagination.
The gentle summer breeze rustled through the trees in Konoha as a new day started, at the crack of dawn. The slow ascent of the sun quickly set the pace of the morning, each creature and human awakening to start the tasks awaiting them. Birds sang their gleeful melodies, much to the annoyance of light sleepers who wished to catch a few more hours of rest, and would happily shut the birds up with violent methods if possible. Working men and women begrudgingly turned off their alarms to make a hasty journey towards their workplaces, and the occasionally teenager had just fallen asleep after hours of solitude, with the companion of the soft hum of a computers fan, and the luminescence of a monitor. It was a peaceful day.
NOT.
Somewhere in Konoha, a teenage girl kicked the sheets off her bed into oblivion as the sun had started to rise. A mess of tangled black hair, flannel shorts with a tank top, and the eyes of a demon emitted the aura of Satan himself. She lay in her bed, head lolled limply to the side, strewn across the mattress in a various position, aimlessly, as sunlight started to pour into the room.
Her right eye twitched as her intense glare shifted to the ground beneath her. It had been ten days since she had gotten an adequate amount of rest, and today her amount of irritation was exceeding legal limits. The not-so-quiet music from the apartment beneath her was vibrating throughout the walls, resonating in her ears. Her right eye twitched again. It was the 50th time she had heard this song, and yes, she was counting.
Hands found way to her ears quickly to block out the pestering music. But to no avail she could still clearly hear the lyrics through her clasped hands. It was worse than torture. If anything, the girl wished that she were in school, instead of suffering through this hell all day. Many times she had contemplated banging her head against the wall to knock herself unconscious to escape the endless choruses of terrible pop songs.
Somebody just kill me already she thought. A chorus of sighs and groans emitted from her mouth as she tossed around her bed to another uncomfortable position. The landlords to the apartment complex had left their apartments in the care of their College children, as the elderly couple took a vacation to Europe. Since that unfortunate day, the apartment complex was objectified to countless abuse from loud music, and the many drunk College, and underage high school students that roamed the building like zombies in their drunken stupor. Every night, more and more people flocked to the apartments for free alcohol, partying throughout the entire week. It might've been a paradise to them, but for Aiko Uchiha, is was hell on earth.
At first, it had amused Aiko, watching the many stupid actions of the drunken teenagers and adults. She'd witnessed the most outrageous stunts and failures, such as the time when one guy lit his pants on fire, watching from her window, and the first time a bra fell through her window it was hilarious. But it had gotten old, and fast. It was only a matter of time before she lost her mind.
The song continued.
THe cliche pop lyrics rung in her ears, lashing against her skull. She could feel herself losing braincells with each second passing.
"I'm so done" Aiko hissed vehemently, pure fury laced into each word. She felt like punching a wall. "If I hear that chorus one more fucking time I'm going to..." It only took five more seconds for her anger to unleash.
"THAT'S IT!"Aiko yelled in a battle cry, her fist raised in the air. "WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU EVIL VERMON, YOU WON'T HAVE ARMS TO TAKE A SELFIE WITH!"
Three steps towards the door until…
"SHUT UP, IT'S ONLY 6 A.M!" an angry voice hissed back.
She flopped back down on her bed and suppressed a scream.
~oOo~
"This sucks" I groaned, my head down on the kitchen table. This was the start of the eleventh morning of sleep deprivation in the Uchiha household, and patience had worn down to but a single thread in everyone's mind. I rubbed my temples, attempting to soothe my seemingly perpetual headache. Maybe I could get rid of this film of "rage" out of my corneas. It's as if everywhere I looked I were the character in a first person shooter game. Every object had "target sighted" written all over it for me to potentially destroy.
My mother sat across from me, a bright yellow mug of coffee in her hands. Her usual air of sophisticated, but simple elegance was replaced by wariness and agitation. Her black hair, normally pulled into a neat bun, cascaded down her back in a tangled mess. I would've laughed, the way the bright mug seemed like a contradiction to the foul mood that settled in the room. A single provocation could evoke chaos. Hell, if I could, I'd metaphorically cut the tension with a knife.
My mother slowly turned towards me under heavily lidded eyes.
"Don't worry Aiko, your father and I are working hard to solve this…predicament. Have you contacted the landlords yet?" My mother asked through gritted teeth, glaring through tired eyes at my father. I could've sworn my mother looked like she was about to murder somebody right then and there. But then again, we were Uchiha's, intimidation was our thing.
He apathetically glanced back over, barley taking his eyes of the newspaper he was reading.
"Hn" was all he answered.
Wrong answer dad.
"Hn" The famous Uchiha trademark phrase for everything. My mouth curved into a smile as I scoffed at the "word". As an Uchiha I had become all too familiar with that small phrase, mostly coming from my antisocial cousins. Even I used it, and I loathed that phrase with my entire being. It could mean anything from "yes" or "no" to "I want strawberries with that" or "I watch you when you sleep". You'd never know. It was so overused, like the pop music coming from downstairs, which made it very, very, very irritating.
My mother stared at him awhile longer, narrowing her eyes. With one brow raised, she waited for a more suitable reply.
I could see my dad starting to sweat under her gaze. At first it was a small twitch, but then, noticing all attention was focused unto him, he set his newspaper down on the table, glancing over carefully, and swallowed.
"No, not yet dear." he lazily drawled. "If anything, we won't be able to contact them until the remainder of their trip is over." My head slipped from my hands and hit the table with a painful, loud thud.
Ah did you hear that? It was the sound of my hope violently ripping its way out of my chest, fluttering away, trailing my blood after it. Just keep that vicious image in your head, okay?
The sound of exasperated sighs simultaneously escaping everyone's mouth wasn't healthy.
Mother sighed once again. Placing her head above two folded hands, she spoke.
"So, what do you suppose we do, to rid ourselves of this…uh…," She paused for a second, contemplating her next words, "…unpleasant situation?"
My father set down his newspaper for good this time, brows furrowed, thinking of a solution. I racked my brain for any valuable ideas as well. Thinking hard, my brain searched through the extensive files of information it held, analyzing it all. Finally sorting out my crazy thoughts, I came to a plausible way out to this madness.
Standing up on my chair, I optimistically (sarcastically) proposed my plan.
"Now children gather round", I pointed towards my parents, who had expectant, somewhat baffled expressions on their faces. "This is a SUPER DUPER important announcement, so keep your ears peeled! Avast me hearties, it's been eleven days since those wretched vermin have infiltrated our territory, and now it is time to take back-
"Get on with it" My father stated.
I glared back at him. He gestured his hands in a "go on" motion.
"As I was saying, before I was," I stared my father down, "Rudely interrupted, it's time to take back what's rightfully ours, and restore peace to our land! We'll cause a mutiny in their ranks, and pillage their land as we please! Their blood will soak the sands and cleanse our nation!"
Both my parents had their heads in their hands, face palming in annoyance. My mother was the first to reply.
"Aiko, as much as I'd like to, murder is not an option. I doubt pirates would ever try to restore peace, and please get off that chair before you break it."
Was that a fat joke?
"Quiet, wench! Don't doubt the plans of your captain!"
She looked offended and surprised.
"Wench?! Excuse me?!"
"…"
"You should kiss the gunner's daughter for that statement landlubber!"
"Kiss the daughters, what?"
"…"
"-Ah but I'll forgive you wench. So long as when we're done soaking the sand with blood, grub is on the way!"
"Hn"
I probably don't need to mention the identity who spoke that syllable do I?
After I was done with my rant, I looked over to my parents, a wide set grin on my face. There's nothing more energizing and refreshing as sarcastic murderous thoughts in the morning. It does wonders for the black at heart. Kind of like coffee…for the sadistic?
"…So as I was saying, a real solution to this", Mother pointed to the ground below us, the floor vibrating with the music, "problem."
"Murder?" I enquired once again.
"Besides murder."
Oh, you Debbie downer you.
Another uncomfortable "silence" passed through the room.
"Ah, then I got nothing…" I dejectedly sat back down in my chair. I was actually serious about the murder too…I've watched enough Law and Order to commit a successful murder. All we need were no witnesses, bleach, gasoline…matches, knives…
"Anybody else?"
"We could always shack up in a hotel," I mumbled quietly, looking down at the wrinkles in my clothes. I really needed to wash the laundry. But that meant venturing downstairs, to where they were. I'd already gotten hit on by multiple drunken men and even some women the few times I left the apartment to complete any task. There were a few crazies down there too, and as far as I knew, bumping into another egotistical ass who thought it was okay to push women around for their own purposes was not on my agenda. Sometimes, giving them the cold shoulder didn't even keep them away. It was dangerous.
The last time I dared to step foot outside the apartment an intoxicated jackass tried to make a pass at me. I quickly shot him down, refusing the alcohol he'd offered me, or the other invitation he'd extended out to me. I think you understand what his intentions were. Being sixteen, I didn't have any desire to engage in any illegal activities with that guy. Anyways, he didn't like my answer, and he got a bit, physical. I had to call up a friend to come by and kick that guys ass for me, while I was hiding in the storage units underground. And I'll tell you, it's not exactly the most entertaining pastime to sit in a cramped position as you can hear multiple couples come into the room to do whatever they wanted.
If you catch my drift.
Yeah, not fun whatsoever.
At least my father didn't hear about it. Heaven forbid he did, or I'd never be able to step one foot outside the house ever again.
A loud bang was heard from downstairs.
"I still suggest murder."
"Then it's settled!" Jolting suddenly, which caused me to fall off my chair with a loud thump, I was startled by the sudden sound of my mother's voice shouting right next to me. Man, that woman has a voice.
"Damn, give a girl a warning, would you?!" I hissed, rubbing my now aching head.
My mother shot me a warning glance.
"Cursing isn't befitting of a lady." She sternly stated. I scoffed, and resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Typical Uchiha standards…
"Get ready, we'll be leaving in a half hour!"
"Huh?" I stopped rubbing my head, making a confused expression at my mother. Going where, exactly? She was already swiftly walking around, clearly heading towards the bathroom where she'd transform herself to look socially acceptable.
Turning around to see my confused form, she resumed an irritated expression, a frown pulling at her lips. Placing her hand on her hips, she resumed the cliché "angry mom" position.
"Were you even listening?!" She exclaimed.
Deadpanning, I gave her a blank stare. "uhhh…no?"
"Ugh, ask your dad." She scoffed.
Rolling her eyes, she turned around and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. A few seconds later the click of the lock was heard.
I didn't even get an answer. Thoroughly confused, I shifted my gaze towards my gaze towards my father, who was watching the bathroom door in amusement. Noticing my lingering gaze, his attention quickly focused on my. I expectantly waited for my answer. Clearing his throat he started.
"Uncle Fugaku's. Thirty minutes."
Well shit.
I promptly flopped on the floor in despair. One hand in my knotted hair I sighed defeated.
"This is going to be a long day…"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Hn"
"..."
Wait, was that a chuckle?
~oOo~
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-dreamwithinadream262