OHMYGAWD. I dunno, a small inspiration. Decided I'm going to make a fic out of it. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it or leave it as a one shot, you tell me. :P
Anyways, anti-SasuSaku, possible NaruSasu in the future. Kakashi is dead. Future fic. Slight AU. SongFic.
The low-pitched sound of the shotglass hitting the counter filled the silence in the room. Sasuke let out a sigh as he poured the vodka in the glass, soon to meet his throat in it's burning pleasure.
Sakura walked in, leaning against the doorway.
"You need to stop." She said, an angry look on her face.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes.
"You don't tell me what to do." He spat, downing another shot.
He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him
Clenching his hands
She's just a woman
"Sasuke, you do this every time you fail a mission."
Sasuke didn't say anything. He sat there, growling, hovering over the shotglass, hand grasping the bottle of vodka.
"Sasuke, I've had enough of this!" Sakura yelled.
Sasuke appeared infront of her, painfully pinning her up against the wall.
"You leave, and your dead."
Naruto sat in his apartment, taking random drags out of his cigarette. He sat there, picture in hand, staring at it with sorrow in his eyes. It was an old picture of Team 7.
"Ever since Kakashi died, everybody's lives have gone down the drain." He said, putting out the cigarette in the small ash tray beside him. He set the picture down. He heard yelling and loud crashes against the wall.
"Not again…" He groaned, getting up, and pausing for a moment. He shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out a lighter. He lit up a cigarette, taking a first puff. He walked into his room, seeing his shinobi pack laying on the bed.
"Just incase…" He murmured, strapping it to his thigh.
He sighed, blowing out the gray, toxic air.
"Time to take care of this shit." He groaned, walking out of his apartment.
I hear her scream, from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me, Go back to bed
I'm terrified that she'll wind up
Dead in his hands, She's just a woman
His white undershirt clung to his body, showing his toned muscles. He took a drag. Knocking on #13, he waited, blowing out the smoke. Footsteps neared, and the door swung open. Sasuke stood there, impatiently waiting for Naruto to speak.
"What the hell is going on?" Naruto asked, flicking his cigarette, the dead ashes falling to the ground.
"None of your damn business." Sasuke growled.
Sakura poked her head out, looking down the hall. She looked at Naruto, Her pleading bruised face showing shock and fear.
"Why is her face bruised!" Naruto demanded.
Sasuke looked back, glaring at her. She gasped and ran back to the bedroom.
Been there before, but not like this
Seen it before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Sasuke looked to Naruto, narrowing his eyes. Naruto scowled, crushing his cigarette in the cement balcony. He sat there, keeping the vicious glare, and cracked his knuckles.
"Did you hurt her?" Naruto asked, a mean, low tone in his voice.
"I doesn't matter if I hurt her or not, it's none of your damn business."
Naruto narrowed his eyes, anger boiling up inside of him. His eyes started to turn it's golden-orange color, the small black slit appearing. He growled, his canines getting larger.
WAM!
He punched Sasuke in the jaw. Sasuke stumbled back a couple of steps from the blow, blood trickling down his chin.
Sasuke was too drunk to comprehend. He shoved Naruto out of his apartment, and slammed the door.
"Go to hell…" He mumbled, wiping the blood of his chin.