Hi, i know its been awhile and i'm about to start college so as an apology, i give you this new story to read while you wait.
The Strange Case of Sasuke Uchiha 1
The entire house was silent, as if abandoned by its inhabitants. Outside the sun shined brightly, birds chirped loudly in the distance, and the people went about their daily routine, opening up shops, sending the children off to school, and chatting lightly about the beautiful weather and the gay atmosphere. Everyone was happy…and pleased that they weren't greeted by the usual loud noises that came from that large house in the center of their neighborhood. No one knew why the house was silent, no one cared.
Inside the house, blood stained the walls, pooled on the furniture, and poured onto the carpet. The living room was drenched in blood and other bodily fluids. The smell was horrid, but had yet to leak outside the house. The only person who stared into the room long enough to make these observations had left hours ago, purely because they didn't want to have to clean up the mess.
The sound of running water suddenly flows throughout the home. A middle aged man kneeled over the bath tub adjusting the water temperature. The water gushed out the faucet with more pressure than a cracked dam. The tub quickly filled up; once the water had filled three-fourths of the tub, the man turned it off.
Despite the blood on his face and body, the bath was not for him; it was for the small boy already in the water. The child still had their clothes on and the man made no attempt to remove them. Instead he began to wash the boy with a soap drenched cloth. The water quickly turned red as the blood the child was saturated with came off.
The boy didn't speak, nor did he look at the man washing him; he just stared into space with an empty expression. The man began talking, though he knew he wouldn't be heard. He took the boy's shirt off, the tattered fabric easily ripped off, and then he slid his pants and underwear off. He rung the clothes out and then went to put them in the garbage.
As he walked away, still talking, the boy lied down in the water, quickly being covered by the now red liquid. He didn't close his eyes, but instead stared at the man's retreating figure through the water. The man returned to see the child submerged in the water, he didn't help him but rather chose to wash the rest of his body while he was lying down.
Once the child was clean, he pulled him out of the water; the boy was still unresponsive and made no attempt to clear his lungs of the water, but the man wasn't bothered. He lifted him up and wrapped him in a towel, carried him to his room and laid him down on the bed. Only one thing was on the man's mind as he stared at the boys still form as he blankly stared at the ceiling…
He would have to clean up the mess in the living room himself.