Don't Speak
Chapter One: Counseling
YaoiFanGirlKira
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My foster parents seem to think I have a problem. And since I won't talk to them about it, they'll send to me to someone who can "get me to talk." It's stupid of them to spend money on something as stupid as this. If I wanted someone to talk to, I'd talk to God.
I don't even talk to God about my problems, as they are my problems. I can deal with my internal fights on my own. I don't need any counselor's help.
"Konnichiwa." A young man, looking no older than twenty or so with bright shocking blond hair, smooth looking tan skin, and bright blue eyes greeted me. He had three whisker-like marks accenting both of his cheeks that crinkled when he smiled warmly in greeting at me. "Nanza demoaru keimi?" He held his hand out while asking me this. His japanese was fluent; though I was sure he was from America. "Uchiha, Sasuke." Was the only reply I gave him, in english. If it was the language he spoke originally, then I was sure he'd be more comfortable talking in it. Not to mention that not many people around here knew english, so we'd be better off talking in that language. His eyes widened, "You speak english?!" He asked surprise evident. He hadn't even bothered to hide his astonishment. I rolled my eyes, 'Wasn't he the one supposed to be more mature?' and nodded.
After a few moments of silence between us, he seemed to get over the shock. A smile replaced the shock that had once adorned his features. "Nice to meet you Sasuke," My lip twitched down when he called me by my first name, "My name is Naruto Uzumaki!"
This fool, who looked only four years older than me, was going to be my counselor. I was going to commit suicide soon.