The Jesus Of Suburbia
A/N: Yes I do know that Sasuke last name is Uchiha and not Uchiyama but you will seen why I did that later on, This is Sasuke/Naruto, other parings later I think... sorry the chara. are OOC.
Chapter 1: Part One-Dearly Beloved
Do you know that kid in your school that is always quiet, anti-social, and alone? The one that everybody calls a freak and a Satanist, well my entire school career that kid had been me. I should introduce myself correctly and explain the setting.
My name is Sasuke Uchiyama; I'm sixteen, a freak. Outcast and a rebel. I lived with my mother and step father, I had a four year old brother named Itachi who I loved but sometimes he irritated me.
Now for the opening setting; I'm standing outside the front of my high school. My arms folded across my chest, my black devil lock hanging down the middle of my face, I looked around me at the empty parking lot. Everybody was in their fifth period class, that's where I was supposed to be. I had math class I took special math since in my opinion math sucked, and I wasn't going to ever fucking use it.
My main two problems with my math class were the other kids said shit behind my back all of the time. Then my teacher Mr. Ebisu was a homophobic fuck head, just to inform I am gay, so his religious Armageddon Charles Manson ramblings offended me 'A Lot'. I reached into the pocket of my tight fitting jeans and retrieved my MP3 player. I turned it to the song Minority by Green Day.
I mouthed the words to the song and went off into my mind. After about forty minutes the bell ended signaling that it was time for science class. I made my way slowly into the large brick building and through the crowds of people that were talking and laughing. I walked up the flights of stairs to the second floor; I walked through the long hall to class only getting shoved several times.
"Shit." I mumbled almost falling to the ground when somebody threw their arm around me almost knocking me to the ground.
"I scare ya?"
I looked over to see one of my only friends Kiba. He was weird as fucking hell, in therapy, and had ADD. But still he really didn't give too much of a fuck how I looked.
"Yeah you did fuck head." I said smacking him in the back of the head playfully.
"Damn you're easy."
"Shut up." I said laughing.
"So where the fuck were you at during math, English, and about every other class?"
"Outside messing around, I keyed a few cars while I was out there too."
"Sweet…Not my car this time right?"
"No not this time. Just Dosu and Zaku cars, since they keep being racist prick heads to everybody." I said smirking.
Yes I had keyed Kiba's car once, I didn't know him yet and I thought he looked sort of like a prick. I knew better now and I should have known better then. He looked like the normal kid that hangs out at concerts and likes getting wasted, he was just like me an outcast and a punk.
Kiba had short spiky brown hair which like me was greased with hair gel, he usually wore a light amount of black eye liner, baggy t-shirts, and tight fitting blue jeans with holes ripped into them. He was cool in a really hyper dorky way; we liked weird music, and vandalism, along with despising most of the fuckers in our school.
"So did you scratch in any poetry?" He asked laughing.
"Just the usual 'Cunt fucker' and 'Dick Head'."
"Ah Sasuke boy such a fucking poet."
"Yeah I should be the next Robert Frost or Edgar Allan Poe."
"Hey do you think that Umino is finally going to get the balls to yell at us today?" He asked randomly switching subjects.
"Doubt it; the man can't even talk that loud."
It was true our physical science teacher Mr. Umino was somewhat of spineless, the never yelled or gave out after schools. Which speaking from experience I didn't mind at all, hell neither of us minded it.
When we got into class only about ten other people were there, Kiba and I took our usually seats in the back of the room. Kiba took the chair in front of my and sat across from me, our table was right by the table we liked to call the; hippie, Christian, fake ass Goth bitches table. About five girls sat there they had used both of us and kept trying to make us religious, they were liars, cheaters, and druggies. The one girl I used to hang with her name was Ino she was like the Charles Manson of the fucking group they only did what she said because she found her savior or something like that.
I wasn't being a jackass by any thing like that; religious people were cool, just not when they treated me like shit.
"Fuck this class sucks…Why am I even in here?" I asked mainly to myself.
"Cause its right before lunch and you have me to talk to."
"Yeah so great…" I said rolling my eyes.
"I thought that you loved me." He said acting offended.
He sucked ass at lying he was grinning to wide to ever be taken seriously.
"I love you, dumb ass." I said ruffling his hair.
He jerked back and shook his head like a wet dog…I think he was a dog in a former life. A brown eyed short attention span dog had to love him though.
"Hey there's Hinata." He said looking toward the front of the room smiling like a moron.
Hinata was sort of like us, except she liked me but hated Kiba's guts. She did a lot of drugs and shit, but she was pretty cool, she was definitely a loner though.
"Leave her alone Kiba." I said tiredly.
"I won't do anything…Maybe….Come don't tell me you don't think she's hot?" He asked looking at me for approval.
"Dude I'm gay, I'm not really interested in her. She could be standing right in front of me completely naked and I could care less." I said putting my head phones back on.
He spaced out of course picturing her naked, I slapped him.
"Hey…I wasn't thinking about that." He said narrowing his eyes at me.
"Yeah sure man….So what did you do last night?"
"Bought a few records….Got wasted…Saw my therapist."
"What records and what did the doc say this time?"
"Records Purple Rain and Anti-Christ Superstar…The doc told me that I have a short attention span and may be a sex fiend….Or whatever, how dare he say that about me."
"First off you keep buying Prince and Marilyn Manson which is a weird fucking combo, secondly you do obsess about sex and you are a moron." I said smiling smartly.
"Ah screw you, you listen to Mozart." He said sticking his tongue out at me.
"So mature dude…Least I don't think he's hot."
"Shut up." He said blushing slightly.
Kiba was straight…In a sense, well he found a few guys at the local tattoo parlor hot, he thought Prince and Rob Zombie were also the sexiest men alive. So in general his therapist was right about him he had a sex obsession, still a moron though.
I looked at the front of the room for a few minutes; everybody was taking notes from the screen that was projected on the wall. I didn't bother with it, it was pointless and I didn't give a flying fuck about any of my classes. I made it to my sophomore year and I was happy with that.
"Hey dude what the fuck are we doing this weekend?" Kiba asked breaking the silence.
"Huh? Oh probably just hanging out at the skate park…Shit like that, do you think that Shino or Neji could get some beer or something?"
"Probably you know Neji likes to drink a lot…Wait I thought you were going to do that whole straight edge thing?"
"I said I should, I don't have too many reasons not to drink occasionally, or smoke one cigarette."
"True, fuck man you get wasted way less than I do."
"That's why I have way more brain cells."
"Hmmm maybe, but I still know a lot of shit."
"Sure you do Kiba….What the fuck did I miss last period?"
"Same ol' same ol' teacher ended up screaming at everybody to shut up, and saying crap about homosexuals. I don't get it dude he isn't racist but he's homophobic, he contradicts himself every fucking second."
"Whoa big words." I said in mock surprise. He flipped me off.
"That my man is why I hate his class."
"You hate everybody…Well except for me, Shino, and Neji. You love us." He said batting his eye lashes like a girl.
"I love them but I'm starting to hate you."
"Fucktard."
"I know you are Kiba."
Class as usual went by slowly the two of us talking about concerts and music, along with the normal shit. Then finally the bell rang and everybody ran out the door, the two of us went down to the first floor to the cafeteria. I scanned the room and spotted our table in the far back, Shino and Neji were already there waiting on us.
"Hey dumb asses." I said sitting down by Shino.
"Hey guys, so Sasuke skipping classes again?" Neji asked looking at me.
"As usual." I said proudly like it was some sort of accomplishment.
"Man do you know how close you are to being canned?" Shino asked smirking.
"Who cares dude? Only a couple more years…Actually maybe not even that long to tell you all the truth." I said smiling slyly.
They all looked at me curiously and confused.
"How much do you guys like it here?"
Simple question I knew the answer in the first place before I even asked it.
"The girls are sluts, the teachers are Nazis, and the boys are fuckers." Shino replied.
"Fuck 'em all." Neji said folding his arms.
"They all screw." Kiba said.
"Okay so next question do you guys like your home lives?"
"Fuck no." They all said pretty much around the same time.
I knew that already, to state it simply really; Shino lived with his mom who was always drunk and away at cheap hotels with random guys, Neji's dad hated him but loved his two brothers, Kiba's parents just wanted him to be normal and despised every choice he ever made.
"Sasuke this better be going somewhere other than some dumb ass survey." Shino said.
I looked at him and smiled coolly.
"As a matter of fact yes it is going somewhere if you dick heads agree with it."
Nobody spoke so I continued.
"Well I've collected up to around six hundred dollars and I'm sick of this shit…So I was thinking that near the end of this year the four of us ditch and leave this fucking state, you know go somewhere else, hell leaves the country."
Everybody stayed silent for awhile, my idea sounded sort of stupid. It was something that I constantly dreamed of that and getting a band together, we could shake up the world just like Marilyn Manson had with his music.
"Fuck that sounds really great man…I'd love to just get away from all of this." Neji said his voice far off.
Neji was cool, he was a jock wannabe sort of. He hated the football team but he did it for his father. Neji was tall as fuck, had long darkish black brown hair, pale gray eyes, and built. He always wore white button up shirts and baggy jeans. We only met through Kiba, on the case of a party where everybody was wasted.
"I don't have one damn thing here and I'd love to escape this hell. Maybe we could really do it." Shino said smiling hopefully.
Shino was cool; he was what I would always call the adult of our group. He was what people called the all American boy, he liked sports and cars. He had short dark brown hair, pale skin, gray blue eyes, tall, and always wore tight blue jeans and a leather jacket. His only flaw was he was gay; he had only told us and swore us not to speak of it to anyone else.
So really all of us in our little group were either gay, bi, or in Kiba's case sex fiends in every aspect of the term.
"Fuck man that would rock." Kiba said smiling like a little kid.
"So do you guys think we should go through with it?" I asked feeling a little excited.
"Dude you know it's just a dream, none of us are meant to escape this redneck hell." Neji said sighing in frustration.
"Maybe someday dude." Shino said with some hope.
"Hey guys to get off of the subject of this city sucks ass…Do you morons want to hang at the skate park with me and Sasuke Saturday?"
"Yeah sure we don't have shit to do." Shino said.
"Good one of you bring alcohol okay?"
"Why is it when you or Sasuke boy want to hang out we have to buy you girls something?" Neji asked looking between the two of us.
"Because I'm poor." Kiba said.
"Dude you bought records and booze." Shino said glaring at him.
"Who said anything about buying?" He asked smirking.
I think we had almost forgotten about one of his hobbies other than being sex obsessed, he also stole things on occasion. Nothing big just small things like the occasional bottle of vodka or a record or two.
"Smart ass." I replied under my breath.
We talked about stupid shit and goofed off for the rest of the period then continued to our ending classes of the day. After school everybody got in their cars and drove home, and I walked home. I didn't live that far from the school and I really didn't mind the walk home, it wasn't too bad. I put on my head phones and listened to music, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans, I just hoped that nobody was home.
When I passed by the different small buildings, there were a few small stores near the school, not many just a bank, a bar, and a gas station. I spotted a dark figure leaning against a lamp post, I usually didn't pay any attention to people but this person caught my eye. I could tell it was a boy, they were clad in black clothing and they were looking straight at me. I stopped and just stared back at them sort of like in trance. They turned quickly and ran away down the street; I blinked a few times thinking over the weird behavior of the dark figure then continued walking. When I got home nobody was there thankfully, I checked each of the rooms downstairs then ran upstairs. I went into my room closing and locking the door behind me, my room was a small hell. The walls were covered in band posters, my bed was an old mattress with a black blanket, clothes were scattered all over the floor, a pizza box sat in the corner, and my makeup was scattered over my dresser.
I put on a CD then tossed my school books onto my bed. I sat on the middle of my bed then reached into the bedside drawer; I searched around until I felt something cool and smooth. I held the small shiny razorblade in front of my face and smiled sadly, I hated myself for doing this to myself, but it was almost like breathing I had to do it. I stretched my left arm out and looked over the canvas of pale skin, random pink and red cuts were placed onto my skin. I inhaled deeply as I placed the cold metal against a bare patch of skin; I closed my eyes tightly biting past the pain that shot through my body as I pierced the razor past my skin.
It cut through the skin like a hot knife through butter; I opened my eyes as I pressed the blade in deeper causing even more severe pain. I watched as the dark, warm, crimson liquid ran down my arm staining my jeans and bed. I didn't give a fuck though, people did know that I cut and they accepted it. My parents didn't know and they never would know that their anti-social little Satan span cut himself.
I thought about things in my life and the life of my friends, I never cried ever even though I did cut. I did that rather than cut actually it caused different pain from that, I hated it when people cried, it showed that you really were weak and nobody was to know how weak I truly was.
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