SP/n: Ohhai thar! I'm not dead. :)
I apologize for any wrong:
spellings,
punctuations,
and sense. :D
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Hands Up High
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Chapter ONE
"Teme! We're having pizza at Kiba's. Call meeeeee."
"Yo, uh, hey... Right. Uh, get out of the house."
"Saucy! Party this weekend! Call me for details."
"Why weren't you at school yesterday? I missed you~"
"Hey, my mom wanted to invite you for dinner. We have chicken."
"No emo-time for youuuu~ Ino is here to bring some cheer~!"
"Shino brought some wicked alcohol from some European country, you have to taste it!"
"PARTY! PARTY!"
"Teme! I hope you're not dead!"
"Yo! It's been 5 months! Why aren't you back at school?"
"Uchiha, everyone's getting worried."
"Teme! Graduation's tomorrow! Coooooommee!"
"...Hey, just wanted to know if you're still there."
"Teme, teme, temeeeeeeee..."
"Teme..."
"Sasuke-teme..."
"Sasuke..."
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The Uchiha took a long drag of his cancer stick before blowing out a dark grey cloud of smoke. He lay on the couch, the TV on, 5 empty packs of cigarette strewn across the coffee table and on the floor, and 2 liquor bottles, one empty, one half-full; or half-empty in Sasuke's case.
His house smelt of a mixture of nicotine, weed and alcohol. It was like that for three years already. Not like anyone was around to nag him about it.
He took another drag and let it stay in his mouth for a few more seconds before exhaling it through his nose.
Not a single minute of everyday has that memory left his mind. He wanted to blame someone, anyone! But he couldn't really blame anyone, so he blamed himself. Anything and everything, he blamed himself; the way his house became a dumpsite, how he wasn't able to finish college, how he had become. But most of all he blamed himself since he wasn't able to do anything as things went on their natural course.
Born. Live. Die.
He couldn't really do anything about that, so...
He stopped caring,
Stopped trying,
Stopped hoping,
Stopped dreaming
And shut himself from the world.
It started with a few parties, then escaladed to a million parties, most of them he was too drunk and hammered to even remember. He wanted to forget, forget that memory, ironically in his hammered and drunk self it was the only thing he remembered. Since the drunken parties were no use he decided to just stay away from everyone, anything and everything.
11:12AM
His stomach growled for the nth time that day. Or the past two days since his last meal. If you consider instant ramen a meal.
Sasuke inhaled a long breath as his cancer stick disappeared in seconds. Throwing the remains in the ashtray he exhaled and stood up towards the kitchen. He yanked the refrigerator and every cabinet and drawer open only to find something expired or nothing. He growled and shut a cabinet roughly with a slam. That only meant one thing.
He had to go to the market, which was outside.
He stomped through the kitchen and on to the living room where he downed the rest of the half-empty (half-full) bottle of liquor and snatched a cigarette, lit it and out he went. He didn't even bother changing or locking his door.
He stopped caring anyway.
His walk towards the nearest store was less than comforting since people who saw him either whispered or shut their mouths as he passed by. Unfortunately, everyone knew him. So he sped up his pace and entered the store.
He picked out 7 packs of instant ramen, two bottles of liquor and a stick of gum. He paid for it and left, all in 7 minutes.
As he reached his house, he threw the plastic of instant ramen on a couch, slammed the two liquor bottles and hastily opened one. Once it was open he drank it as if it were water. He gave a contented sigh and sat back on the couch, then he realized something. He didn't turn off the TV. Meh, no one's nagging, is there now?
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"Sasuke! Sasuke! Sasuke!"
The said boy opened his eyes and glared at the ceiling. Someone was asking for their death sentence as they continuously banged on his door with no mercy.
"I heard you went outside! Let's eat somewhere! I'm buying!"
Apparently, it was his best friend, or ex-best friend. He didn't utter a sound, nor did he even get up, he just lay there in all his alcohol and nicotine comfort. He waited a few more minutes as the banging didn't seem to subside. He frowned as the banging increased and took a long swig of his drink, spilling some since he was lying down.
Then he was met with silence.
"I'll come back some other day, you bastard!" were the last words he heard before he was met with the deafening silence again.
First he woke up to no food, then he was forced to go out of the house, then Naruto even had the nerve of knocking on his door. This day was not pleasant, at all.
He reached under the couch and pulled out a bag of weed and decided to just get high. He lit it in the ashtray and let the smoke overtake the nicotine in the air.
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This must be it.
A pink-headed girl looked up at the house, if you even consider it a house. Part of the lawn was a shade of light brown while the other parts had grown too much. The hedges were a hideous shape since it lacked trimming and the flowers that littered about were dead, aside from daises and dandelions sprouting around. Those were weeds. A few cigarette butts littered the stone walkway and mail piled up at the porch.
She cringed imagining what the inside must have looked if the outside looked like this. She inhaled a long breath and trudged toward the house, she let out the breath and immediately regretted it as she was met with a hideous mixture of nicotine and weed.
"Oh my God." She said exasperatedly as she tried to cover her nose to block out the smell, mission failed.
She held in her breath as she rasped on the door.
Here goes nothing.
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KNOCK! KNOCK!
Sasuke turned to his door and glared at it. Naruto again?
He could've cared less as he turned back to the TV. Moments later, he figured out it wasn't Naruto since no one was shouting or uttering profanities. Solicitors maybe. He continued to ignore the knocking and increased the volume on his TV.
Minutes passed and the knocking still didn't cease.
Sasuke growled and stood up from his couch and yanked open the door only to be met with a girl, she had her eyes squinted and both hands covered the lower part of her face. If he wasn't high he would've questioned the color of her hair, since otherwise he stared at her, his eyes bloodshot red.
The girl looked up, eyes still squinted. "Are you Uchiha Sasuke?"
Sasuke raised a brow, who was this girl? She even dared to ask that question. Everyone knew him. He tried to slam the door, note the keyword tried, as the girl blocked it with her body.
"Wait!"
"Who are you?" He growled, trying to push the door closed.
"Oh my God, it stinks." She mumbled. "You're Uchiha Sasuke, right?"
"So?"
"Uchiha Mikoto sent me."
Sasuke's eyes widen and let his hold on the door loosen, he stared at the girl.
"Who are you?"
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