Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (Happy now?)
Summery: Naruto-an orphan with an illness in a tiny, secluded village. Villagers hate him because of his disease. Sasuke-a doctor in training. To beat Itachi, he must cure Naruto. But illness isn't the only thing needs healing. SasuNaru, AU.
A/N: This piece started with me doodling random lines. I'm really depressed at the moment, but I'm a firm believer in happy endings. Please enjoy despite the poor grammar and spelling, I'm not a writer.
Chapter 1 - His morning
Granted he's not considered a genius and his IQ is just average. But he's sensitive, very much so. He may not act like it, but all that jabs he took heroically from the constant looking down from his villagers have gotten to the core of his emotions more than he had liked. The indifference that he showed is just his defiant side trying hardest not let his last remaining pride crumble. And then there is his dream; his overly unrealistic, unobtainable dream (something no one believed he would ever able to get) is another way of anchoring himself with the reality. Madness, to be totally crazy and psychotic (something everyone thought he will be sooner or later) is so easy, all he needs to do is be the little good emo boy so fashionable nowadays. Oh yes, be an emo and everything will be all right, every damn needs he ever had will just simply resolve themselves.
He stares at the plain white ceiling of his tiny apartment. Water stains yellow with age. Laying on the single bed with bed sheets surprisingly clean, his eyes follows the cracks of the paints and back down towards the ticking of his alarm clock.
7.30am.
Always this time that he would wake up. Last night, he'd set his alarm to ring at 8.00am clearly aware that his internal clock always wakes him up before that anyway.
7.31am.
He slowly gets up from his stupor. The overly large white shirt that served as his pyjama drape over his petite frame far too small for a boy of sixteen exposing much of his upper torso. Lazily he takes out a small bottle beneath his pillow. Opening the lid, he pops two pills into his mouths. Taking a sip from the orange water bottle beside his bed stand, the boy noisily swallows.
7.34am.
His left hand twitches slight and his right arm is shaking uncontrollably. Unsteadily, he draws his knees up and tries to hug them with the not responding arms. Feeling the usual rush of heat up from the bottom of his lungs towards his cheeks- something that happens every time when he took those pills, he let his left eyelid twitch freely.
7.46am.
Giving up the attempt of 'foetal position', he let his right hand, now stilled run up and down his smooth, mildly tanned skin. Breathing now deeply to calm down the rush of heat that's not as intense of before. His toes curls and uncurl unconsciously whilst his attention fully concentrated on his breathing.
7.50am.
Sweat pours down his forehead, neck, soles of his feet and palms. He stands up, walking towards the bathroom leaning against the wall for support. Legs wobbling, head throbbing.
8.00am.
Alarm clock rings and he's just finished brushing his teeth and is battling with the shirt-pyjama for the right to be as the day he was born. Headache and muscle failure almost all gone; now he moves with a normal pace, thou many dub it 'retarded speed', like everything that's associated with him.
8.05am.
Shower finished, a clean set of clothes wore and the useless alarm clock stopped ringing. He picks up his black school bag and his pastel-orange coat. Zipping up the coat, he takes one last look of his reflection from the narrow plastic mirror on the shoe hanger behind the front door.
Wheat blond hair, crystal blue eyes, three pink whisker like birthmarks on each cheek, small (if not distinctively feminine) build, dainty fingers curly aimlessly around the black bag stripe hanging from the left shoulder. A loose white T-shirt with red swirl design and a baggy pair of navy jeans under a waterproof coat.
8.06am.
He steps outside his apartment, yanking the traitorous door close with a bang. It's another day for Uzumaki Naruto.
End Chapter 1
A/N: What do you think? Please do tell me. I'll write about Sasuke in the next instalment if I get a review (notice the word 'a', yes just one will do).
