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note1_i know. It's been a while. I know. Return and Rehash. This is not it. I know.
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When Uchiha Sasuke was eight years old his brother took a hatchet and hacked their parents into pieces. He was in the room when it happened. He remembered the muffled thud of metal biting into flesh; how the blood squelched as it squirted out from the open wounds. He didn't remember hearing his parents' strangled cries; they were drowned out by his own hysterical screams.
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Every night Sasuke could see their heads split open like over-ripped melons. The image was burned onto the insides of his eyelids, the red flesh everywhere.
He began to hate watermelons.
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At the orphanage there was a dumb ass blonde who ran around screaming stupid, dumb ass things. Sasuke didn't like him. At. All. Once he punched the kid in the stomach for reasons beyond recall. The blonde just gave him a cheeky grin before decking him back.
Things just devolved from there.
That night, neither of them got supper and, for a while, Sasuke stopped dreaming about the dead.
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When Sasuke was thirteen he was adopted by a strange man.
Orochimaru was soft spoken and pale as a snake's underbelly. He was tall as he was gaunt with oily black hair that fell around him like a dark curtain. He was a creep who's reasons for wanting to adopt where as shady as his stilted smile. He was also fantastically rich, so Sasuke brushed aside Naruto's suspicion that the man wanted him for his body.
Not even a week after he moved in the the Oto Mansion, Sasuke bought his first Glock17.
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The first time Sasuke met Sakura he was nineteen. It was 2:20 in the morning and he stumbled through the dorms with a knife wound and a badly twisted wrist. The gun in his jacket was missing three bullets. One was lodged into a metal trashcan in the back alley ways of some sketchy bar. The other two had found their mark, right between the eyes of a shark-faced bastard who had known his brother.
The floor wobbled from side to side, making it hard to keep his balance. Suddenly the world tilted underneath him and his knees gave out. Desperate for support, his shoulder slammed against the wall as he struggled to stay up right. It would be a pain in the ass if he lost conscious here.
Normally Sasuke wouldn't have come back to the dorms in such bad shape, but he had his midterms the next morning and that creep Orochimaru was weird about grades...well weirder than the man already was; nothing less than perfect or the Visa Black Card gets taken away.
Keeping to the wall, he took a step forward. Suddenly the cut in his side throbbed with enough pain to drag him down. Black began creeping into the edges of his vision and he struggled to keep his head above the darkness.
As if things couldn't get any worse, the door next to him swung open. "Hey, what're you...are you okay?" A girl's voice.
Sasuke didn't say anything, hoping she'd just take him for a drunk and leave him there. Unfortunately, his silence only seemed to worry her even more. "Hey," she said again. He heard the door close and the girl approach him.
If she got closer, she'd see the blood, throw a fit, and alert the police. All the work he did the past six years towards finding Itachi would fall apart. In fact, it was already unraveling.
Sasuke was fading fast, but he still had enough motor control to pull out his gun and aim straight at the girl's head. He was frustrated and a little desperate. His finger was on the trigger.
The gun was fitted with a silencer. If he shot her now, the chances of someone hearing would be low. He'd still have to run away, but at least this would buy him enough time. Orochimaru would probably shut down his accounts, but he had some savings here and there. He didn't normally hurt bystanders, but he was too damn close to his brother to let this girl screw things up. If she screamed though, that could complicate things. Right. Which was why he should just–
Before Sasuke had a chance to pull his finger back he felt cold hands on top of his. Gently, but firmly, they pried his finger off the gun, and he was already too weak to resist. At least she hadn't screamed.
His vision was growing dimmer and dimmer by the second. Reaching out blindly, Sasuke felt her arm, and latched onto it. He forced himself through the darkness. "Don't….tell...anyone…" he managed to get out. His voice was hoarse and exhausted, but his iron grip made up for it in fierceness.
"I won't," she promised.
And then the black curtain came down on him.
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author's notes_ so this is going to (hopefully) be updated more frequently with shorter chapters...