I wish I have stayed home in that night, even if I am the only one that lives in that apartment.
I wished I wouldn't think that I need friends so much; to go that far for a person that is a complete stranger to me.
I wish I had not heard his voice that asked for help.
I wish I could be more attentive sometimes. I tried so hard to see just the good side of people, so I begun to forget the fact that people aren't always just by one kind.
I'm not someone that can judge others for their actions. Because I know how that feels... To be starred with those cold eyes, to be seen like a fly in a bowl full with cereals.
I am not going to judge him. But I am judged and accused for his mistakes.
Right now in this moment, I am in a courtroom and the judge says that I am guilty, says that I am an accomplice to a murder. That I helped at killing a man. And that I will be punished.
But this is not the only crime which 'we' did accomplish, we had done more, that's what they say.
I tried to explain them my part, but no one believes me, just because I am who I am, no one would believe a monster.
I know what I've done and I haven't killed anybody, I haven't robbed a single thing in my life or nothing that could bring me here.
But he did. And now they are saying 'our' punishment.
My eyes were closed instantly when I heard the final word:
"Death".
The irony of fate
Part 1
That had happened yesterday. But today I feel worse. I am in my cell, with him. The irony when they put us in the same cell had screamed powerful in my head.
I can't understand why, but I don't care. What makes me feel worse is that yesterday's night I had took my new clothes that are made entirely with stripes.
From Monday to Friday we have to wear the clothes with black and white stripes. And in weekends we have to wear the ones with orange and black stripes.
But that is not what makes me feel mad. The one that put me in all this hell doesn't even cares. I don't complain at all because I don't have anybody. Nobody cares if I die. Exactly the opposite, they will be happy.
But even if I know what life I have even if I wouldn't be behind bars, the fact that in maximum 4 months, I will be dead, wouldn't make anyone calmer than I'm right now.
I could call this place luxury, it's much cleaner than my home, or I should say my room...I should be happy, my wish came true. I'm staying with someone 24 hours a day, in the same place, sharing space and air.
I don't know how I should feel right now, because I am completely numb and empty.
I should beat this guy, dragging me to death for his actions, but I don't know why but from the moment I first arrived in this room, yesterday, all that I've done is to stay in bed and to watch the ceiling.
I know I should talk to him. His bed is underneath mine. And he is doing the same thing as me.
After some minutes, I decided that I need answers.
I finally found the urge which I needed to start a conversation.
"Are you awake or are you sleeping?"
„I don't sleep."
"Why?"
"I can't."
"Nightmares?"
"Something like that."
For a moment I thought he was joking, but I remembered that he looks enough tired from the moment I seen him and until now, even if I don't see him, I can tell from his voice, that he is tired.
"What's your name?"
"You already know my name."
"I know."
"Then what's the point?"
"My name is Uzumachi Naruto. Yours?"
He sigh's but then he answer.
"Sasuke Uchiha."
"Sasuke…If I ask you something, will you be sincere with your answer?"
I waited couple of minutes in the pure silence to hear his answer left out as a single breath.
"Yes."
"You killed that man?"
This time, the silence lasted much longer than before but I waited patiently. And in the end he answered with confidence and with a serious tone.
"Yes."
Unconsciously, I held my breath until he answered. Noticing it just when my lungs had begun to scream for air.
Then I suddenly felt the curiosity that had begun to take control over my thoughts in two seconds. So I asked him what just begun to bother me.
"Why?"
His answer was quicker than I expected to be but I'm not complaining. I can feel the pressure on my shoulders. When he answered, the pressure hasn't disappeared.
"For revenge."
I am starting to feel the atmosphere that did changed radically from the first question.
But I will continue to knock the iron when is still hot.
"Revenge?"
But suddenly he stood up. And he is now in my bed. Sitting on me, looking into my eyes. And I am looking in his black eyes.
I don't know what I should do. Our position is not a normal one. His hands are on my hands.
He simply stays on me. And he put his body, somehow that every move that I could have done it would be futile.
So I gave up easy, I stood simply there, at his will, with confused eyes, and I finally asked him.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't answer; he did not even flinch at my question.
After some good minutes, he lowered his head, so that his forehead is on mine. My nose touch his nose, I can feel his breathe on my lips.
He sighs and he got up off me and he now sits on the edge of the bed, looking at the distance between his legs and ground, he finally talks.
"That man was my brother. He killed our family, I killed him for revenge."
All the anger that I had gathered from the moment the police arrested me, and from when I was accused for a murder that I haven't done, and after I was punished with death for it, suddenly disappeared.
After some seconds, he turned his head to look at me, to see my reactions.
All my emotions had become sadness and pity.
I don't have family. I don't know my family, and I think they died anyway.
But he had a family and he knows the pain of losing, I don't. I don't know how to make him feel better, I know how loneliness is, but I don't have anybody to revenge. He killed the last one from his family. He is completely alone now. I know how that feels. I hate my life for being so alone and now he is like me. The people that point fingers at me, I hate them, I hate their cold eyes, but I never wished for them my life, nothing that I feel, I don't wish for nobody my feelings, my loneliness and emptiness, fears and wishes.
But he feels them. And I am sorry for him.
He had suddenly turned his head in other direction, seeing that I don't talk. And started to talk, staring at the ceiling.
"I know you don't care but..."
"I am sorry."
He quickly set his gaze on my eyes, searching to see if I am sincere.
He stood like that, with half open mouth. I could see in his eyes, that his mind is bombarded with questions.
He chooses one question after some minutes.
"Why?"
I sigh and decided that if he told me his story, I should tell my life story too, but first I need to see if he wants' to listen.
„It's a long story."
He laughs a little at my words.
"I think we have time."
I need to tell him, I don't know why but I am curious of his reaction.
And anyway, what do I have to lose?
„I don't..."
I never told my story to anyone, in my entire life. I don't know how I should say it but I feel like I can, I can say it to this person. I close my eyes and I decided to don't open them, until I reach the end of the story to see his reaction.
„I don't know who my parents are. I never met them. I don't know if they are dead or not. I don't know anything, I am sorry because I know how you feel now..."
That is all I could say, I didn't say it all but that is all that he needed to know. I open my eyes and I am searching for his eyes. But his eyes are staring at the ceiling.
"And you are not furious?"
That caught me off guard.
"Why would I be furious?"
„Because they may have abandoned you, because they ..."
„That was their decision. I don't know if they abandoned me or if they died... But I can't be furious, it has been in the past, it doesn't matter anymore."
He looked at me again, with an expression that I can't understand.
„I can't think like you. If I didn't revenge my family, I couldn't..."
"I don't know if what you did was good or bad, I am nobody to judge you but I can't be furious, I don't know why. I wish I could be..."
"Why?"
„Because I would prefer the feeling of being furious than the feeling of being alone."
"I am sorry ..."
I blink twice at his words, confused.
"For what?"
"You are here because of me..."
„Don't be. I was planning to kill myself anyway."
"Why do you say that?"
"I don't have a reason to stay alive, I am all alone and I have no dream. I am nothing and I hate my life..."
He sighs, giving me a sad expression, and then he begun to tickle me.
And I began to laugh and to beg him to stop.
I realize that he is laughs with me. And then he stops and smiles at me. I let myself to fall on my pillow, exhausted but still smiling.
"Wh..."
I wanted to ask him something like: 'Why did you do that?' but my lips were stopped. He is kissing me. All I could do after is to gaze in his eyes. He is looking in my eyes, he is searching for a reaction, for a feeling, but I don't know what I should have felt. I feel nothing, maybe a little confused, but nothing else.
"I am sorry. I just..."
I can see that he regrets his action, but I don't know what to say..."
"No. It's okay. I am just surprised."
He looks in my eyes, and closes his eyes, and puts his hands on his face, he looks in pain...
"Don't lie to me. I am sorry, it won't happen again. I promise..."
I put my free hand on his head, I want to calm him down, and to say that it's okay but I know that my eyes can't tell the same thing.
It passed one week or more. And we became best friends.
It passed only one week and we feel that this prison is the best thing that ever happened with us.
We have a library or something like that, and we can read books together, we play cards, we begun to play with our food when we are in the cafeteria, we talk very much and we make jokes, we even made some friends even if they are inmates.
But now that is Saturday, we have to change in the clothes with black and orange stripes.
So... we are in our cell, and we begun to get naked, and I begun to intensely stare at him as quickly as I can, just to see him half naked until now...
I don't know why I'm so curious when it comes to him.
But we both stopped in the same time.
I have my pants on me, and he has his pants on. But neither of us have shirts on us.
He caught me staring at him, and I caught him in time too.
I laugh, and he laughs. I know my face is red because I feel embarrassed. And we suddenly stop from laughing at the same time.
I am standing and I look at the ground, my face is still red...
But I can hear him coming in my direction.
Before I could look up, he grabbed my chin to look into his eyes.
My blushing didn't disappear, it was the complete opposite.
I can feel how his right hand touching gently my right cheek. Unconsciously, I am staring at the ground after his every action.
But he now lifts my head again, with his right hand still on my cheek, and he it's breathing on my lips...
"Can I ..."
My breath accelerates with a quick speed.
My heart beats quicker. I wait for him to open his eyes, but when he opens his eyes, I closed my eyes. Trying to slow my breath and my heartbeat is completely useless when he finished his question; his breath is still on my lips...
"Can I kiss you?"
I smiled a little, because I know that he is not the kind of person who asks before doing something he wants.
But I remember his promise, he wants to kiss me but he wants for me to accept.
My breathing accelerates more, if that could be possible. And I finally respond.
"Yes."
My voice arrived in his ears in one second. Because from the moment I said 'yes', he began to kiss me desperately, with passion, and with desire.
I can't do anything else than to answer at his breath, at his lips, at his tongue...
But he doesn't stops at simple kisses. His hand caressing my cheek, my back, my waist, and then my neck, until his lips kiss and bite my neck.
His hands are everywhere, his lips bite and then lick the minor wounds that are made in the process.
I can't move, and I can't open my eyes, I can't slow my breath , and I'm suddenly pushed against the wall.
He raises me with his hands, until I realize in which position we are.
I try to say something, but my lips are covered once more. After he ended the kiss, and started once again to attack my neck, I began to catch my breath and finding my voice, to speak.
"Hah..."
I can't. I just can't. I can feel how my body reacting to his actions. And I'm not able to say a thing.
But the reality waked me up. His hands are pulling my pants down.
No.
"Stop!"
I escaped from his hands. I kind of ran away, because now I am on the other side of the cell.
I see him very clearly, coming to me, but I am scared...
"No...Don't cry... I am sorry, just don't cry..."
I didn't realize that I began to cry until he said it.
I put my hands on my face and I can feel the tears falling.
I don't want him to come near me, but he embraces me.
„I am sorry, it's okay, don't cry...Please..."
Weeks passed with the speed of sound. We still do the same things, but there is no kiss, not even a hug.
He is now more caring, more careful with what he talks, more careful with what he does.
We didn't even open the subject, but we remind it every time. Every time we accidentally touched each other. Every time we stayed side by side in bed and when we looked in our eyes.
But one day, someone has come to visit him.
I remained alone in my bed.
I stayed there for at least one hour, staring at the ceiling.
Then I got bored and I began to speak.
"Sasu..."
What am I doing? He is not here.
I pulled the thin white blanket over me. And I put my head on the small pillow.
I closed my eyes, and I decided to let the tired feeling to take me.
Sasuke's point of view
When I came back in our cell, looking desperately for Naruto, and I found him in his bed, sleeping peacefully.
I climbed in his bed, and I put myself on him. I put my mouth close to his ear.
"Wake up..." I whisper but he won't wake up like this.
So I put myself under his blankets. He is with his back in my face.
So I put my mouth, once again, close to his ear and my left hand on his neck, my right hand is under him, under his shirt, touching his abdomen.
"Naruto..." I whisper again. Looking how my breath excites his neck's skin.
"Hm..."
That was his answer... Oh well...
I begun to kiss his neck and he responded once again...
"Hm..."
Then I began to lick the same spot. He responded again...
"Mm..."
I enjoy doing this but I need to make him wake up.
So, I bite gently the same sensible spot.
This time I got a different answer.
"Ah..."
He is not entirely awake because he would yell at me until now. But I have just one more step to make until he will wake up.
But I wonder...
I lowered my right hand that was on his abdomen, and I touched his manhood, trough his pants. Gently, I didn't waked him up for my success...
And my question got an answer that was affirmative. I made him horny.
I took my right hand back, and I put it on his abdomen again.
Then I bite him hard enough on the same spot to cause him pain.
"Ah...Sasuke... Auch..."
He got up pretty fast and stares at me with an expression in his eyes that told me that I disturbed him, enough to make him angry.
I get up and I arranged myself somehow that I was almost in front of him.
"Why did you..."
"Don't be angry when I have good news."
"And that news would be?"
"I wonder if I should tell you..."
"Come on, I just woke up..."
"Hm..."
"Tell me."
He is far too curious to give up.
"I will tell you if..."
"...If?"
I can see in his eyes that he was completely annoyed two minutes ago and now he gets scared...
I sigh. And I gave up.
"We are saved."
„...Saved by?"
"Oh god! We won't die. My lawyer made it to look like it was self defense and somehow paid some things and he pulled some strings and we will be free next week."
He just smiled and hugged me.
Naruto's point of view
I wished I could be happy. I will be free, he will be free. We will get out of this prison. We can continue our lives. But I realized that I will be back to my life. I will be back to my empty room, back to my empty life.
I don't want to be back to that. I've never been happier even if I am in prison. I finally have somebody that I could call friend. Or even more than a friend...
I am sad, and I know he sees this; I just need to tell him, to ask him, I don't know how but I need to do something quick.
"Hey, it's your turn."
We are in our cell, in my bed, playing cards.
"I am sorry, I was thinking..."
"Yeah...that's what you've done a lot lately..."
"Sorry..."
"What is bothering me is that you don't tell me about what are you thinking... well?"
"It's..."
I can say it, I can...
"It's?"
He came closer and touched my left cheek with his right hand and I felt that all the words that I wanted to say before, were melted under his touch.
I can feel his lips touching my lips.
I can say it...
He lifted my chin and now...
"Hey! Time to change!"
The guard came left us the clothes with black and orange stripes.
He got out of my bed and took the clothes, and then he turned around and talked to me.
„Let's change."
I can't say it.
This time, I didn't turned around, back to back to him, he is the only one that looks at the wall, I am looking at his back, and after he took his shirt off, he realized that I am not moving.
"What are you doing?"
„I need to..."
I can't say it. I need to show him.
I slowly begun to take my clothes off. I see that he looks at me. I know that he can't turn around, his eyes won't let him.
So I am standing naked in front of him, staring at the ground with my face probably red.
I can say it...
"Naruto..."
„Tomorrow we go in separate ways, in different places, I won't see you again. I don't want that. I can't... I just... Don't understand this wrong; I just want to see you again after we get out of here.
He slowly came in my face. He lifted my chin with his right hand so I could look into his eyes. And he began to talk.
"Tomorrow, I will get out of here, when I will do that, I will be a poor man, I will became a beggar."
"Why do you say that?"
He smiled...And I don't understand why...but he answers...
„All my family fortune has saved our life. My house, all that I owned is now spent."
"But..."
"When I came here, I decided that I can die here and I don't care.
Every night when you slept, I was with my lawyer in the visiting room."
"But you can't receive visitors at night."
"But you can quite easily bribe them with a good price."
"But how? I don't understand..."
„I mutilated his face, and when they found out who he is, it all came to light. He is known as being a killer. So we made it look like self defense very easy."
"But why didn't you say who he was from the beginning?"
"Because when I first came here, I wanted to die. I didn't have a reason to live. So I won't need to kill myself. But then I met you, then you were gladly to die because of me, gladly because you had a life like mine, but then I fell in love of you. I didn't wanted death. I didn't want you to die. At least not because of me."
"So, after we will..."
"I hope you can accept me as your guest."
I never stayed with someone in the same house as me. But all I can do after all that he said was to cry because I am so happy...
"Well?"
"Why didn't you say a word?"
"I guess I waited for the perfect moment..."
"You..."
He just smiled and then hugged me tight.
To be continued…