Okay! An Itasasu story!
Some OOC will be present for the characters.
Rated: M (for self-mutilation, maybe some swearing, and few other things.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. (Otherwise I wouldn't be making fanfictions).
Summery: Sasuke has some serious problems and he cuts himself, only Naruto, his best friend knows. He was an orphan child from birth. A new kid at his school comes into his life and changes it forever, what happens between the two? Sasuke has never known his parents and has always been searching for them. What happens when he finds out the person he has feelings for is his brother? And what of the parents who left him? AU. Itasasu. Uchihacest. I hope this story does not affend anyone in any way, shape, or form.
Note: Yoshiro and Amu are made up characters for this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. (Otherwise I wouldn't be making fanfictions).
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Uncleaned Souls: Chapter 1: A New Begining
Sasuke fell down backwards on his bed. Today had been quite a hectic day. The blond dobe, being who he is and Sasuke's only trusted friend, almost tricked him into rolling up his sleeves, three times! Apparently he wanted to see if there would be any new scars forming. He wasn't sure why the blond wanted to count them, or even why he was interested in seeing them, but for some reason or another, he asked Sasuke almost every day to see his arms, sometimes more than twice in one day.
Unfortunately, most of the time, he asked that question in the middle of class. And never, did
Sasuke ever let him see, because that would mean all the girls that fondled over him would see too. He defiantly didn't need that. He didn't need rumors started over his own issues, he didn't need people to start the pity acts, and he didn't need to get counseling. It was his problem and he could deal with it just fine.
Sasuke was an orphaned child from birth. He lived with a family who had adopted him when he was seven, he was now seventeen. He never called his foster parents mom or dad; he always called them by their real names, Yoshiro and Amu. He had finally come to understand when he turned twelve that they were not his biological parents. Sasuke was determined to find his biological parents; he knew they were alive by some strange force, he could just tell. He wanted to know why they left him at the orphanage; he wanted to know if he had any brothers or sisters, he wanted to know his family.
He knew the family in which he stayed. He knew all of Yoshiro's brothers and sisters; he knew all of Amu's brothers and sisters too. He even knew their children, and that Amu was a couple months pregnant. She would be expecting her own child soon.
So Sasuke wanted to know his family, he wanted to know his aunts and uncles. He wanted to know their personalities, if they were nice or cruel. He wanted to know a lot of things about them. Even though Yoshiro and Amu treated him like their own son, how would they treat him when they had their own child?
Sasuke sighed and sat up, he knew they would treat him the same. They were so nice to him; he hoped his searching for his biological parents didn't hurt them.
Sasuke looked down at his arms; slowly, he rolled up both of his sleeves. There were scars here and there, some that were fading, most did, and others that would remain there forever. There were three pink cuts on his left arm, the remains of what he did last night. Tonight, he would not add to the decoration, it would become an unstoppable habit if he did it every day. No, it was only every 4-6 days that he would get the feelings, the tingling in his arms calling, begging for the sting of a cut. His depression would kick in and he wouldn't be able to hold himself back from it. His eyes longed to see the red come from the paper-thin cuts, courtesy of taken-apart razors. They weren't deep, just enough to break the skin and draw blood. He feared going deep, he didn't want to cut and destroy his veins; he didn't want to die. He still had business and things he needed to do.
A knock sounded on Sasuke's door, shocking him out of his thoughts; almost like a reflex, he immediately pulled his jacket sleeves down.
"Sasuke?" A woman asked from the other side of the door, it was Amu.
"Come in." He said.
She poked her head inside the room, "Just thought I'd let you know we're going out to eat tonight. We'll be leaving at six, so be sure to be ready by then."
He nodded and looked over at the time, it read five. Was I really laying there for two hours? He thought.
He glanced over at Amu, who wore a smile. "We'll be eating at the steakhouse, so don't snack any." She said.
Sasuke nodded again before she left.
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~Next Morning~
Sasuke's p.o.v.
I dressed in black skinny jeans, a tight long-sleeved, off-black shirt. I slipped on my necklace; it was the only possession I owned when I was dropped off at the orphanage, apparently it came with me. It was a small circle amulet; it was red with three swirl-like things on it. Underneath it, it read the word "Sharingon," and on the back of the entire thing it said "Uchiha."
I had never found out what those words meant. I figured one day, when I would use a computer for the first time, I would find it out. I didn't own a computer, nor did the blond Naruto. All the other guys at school were too damn possessive of the things, and there was no way in hell that I was asking any of the girls.
I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my jacket, and picked up my backpack slinging it onto my back. I had already taken care of any bathroom needs, so I left out of my room with a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn't look bad. It wasn't that I cared how I looked, as so much that I feared people finding out my problem.
I left the house with a quick goodbye to Yoshiro and Amu.
The walk to school from the small house that I lived in usually only took fifteen minutes, so I settled for that rather than riding the bus. Naruto generally met me halfway there, and as usual, he was waiting for me by the intersection.
He waved, "Hey." He said smiling, "How's Mr. Depression?"
I rolled my eyes; another common thing that Naruto did was make jokes about me, to me. I just nodded in response. He slapped my back, "Come on; look alive." He said.
"If I did that you'd tell me to look dead." I replied and we began walking the rest of the way to school, "Besides, what kind of crazy nut looks alive at six-thirty in the morning?"
"The ones who get up at three to go to work." Naruto answered.
"Didn't think you were that smart." I grunted.
"Just because you have better grades doesn't mean I'm a total retard." He defended himself.
"You have the lowest grades in the class." I said.
"Hey! I try!" He said.
"That's what scares me." I answered, smirking at him.
He tried glaring at me for a moment before stomping forward a few feet mumbling to himself. I took the extra steps to catch up with him. Soon, we arrived at the school.
People, of course, gave us strange looks as we walked into the building. I mean, who wouldn't give two people who were totally different strange looks?
Naruto was like a bright happy sun, while I was like a moonless night. We were complete opposites; maybe that's why we were best friends.
We stood around for a while before the warning bell rang, and we made our way to our first class of the day together. Art. It was a great and easy way to start the day.
We got out our supplies and sat down at our table together, it was off to the side, closer to the door, and away from everyone. Much to my thankfulness there weren't any fan girls in the classroom. We only had two girls in our first hour, one named Tenten, and the other Hinata. I suspected Hinata had a crush on Naruto, although I would never tell him. Tenten just wasn't the type to fawn over guys. The rest of the class was male, and I didn't bother to learn their names.
Just as we were about to start painting on our projects, someone knocked on the closed door. The teacher walked over to it and talked to whoever was on the other side.
I looked at Naruto. "Wonder who that could be?" He asked.
I glanced back at the door then back at him and shrugged, most of the other students in the room were watching the teacher at the door. It wasn't normal for our art class to get visitors, and if we did, it was just a principle or staff member.
The teacher nodded her head and walked back into the classroom, her eyes were sparkling. She was followed by another student, I assumed. I wondered if it was a new student. The kid was male, and I had never seen him around school before.
Normally I wouldn't have paid any attention to him, but everything about him just seemed to draw me in instantly. He seemed to glide as he walked and followed the teacher, he had good posture, and he looked mysterious. He was wearing black and I assumed that why I paid attention. His hair looked somewhat like mine, but it was long and pulled back into a low pony tail. Some stray strands fell around his face.
He looked around the class room as he stood next to the teacher in front of it. Almost unconsciously did I set down my supplies and clasp my hands together, resting my elbows on the table as I watched.
The teacher clapped her hands together, "Alright class," She said in a very cheery voice, "May I have everyone's attention?" She asked that even though I could tell she already had everyone's attention and then some.
"Today," She started, her eyes shining even more as a huge smile spread across her face, "We have a new student joining our class." She motioned to the kid next to her, "Please give a warm welcome Itachi Uchiha."
I think my eyes might have widened some when she said his name. I heard the class around me say "Welcome Itachi." Even Naruto had said it, but the only thing I thought was 'Uchiha.'
Maybe he would know something about the necklace that I was wearing; maybe he knew something about me… But that's just a wide assumption. Maybe he didn't know anything, and maybe it was a coincidence that the name Uchiha was on my necklace and was his last name. Is Uchiha a common name? I wondered.
I heard the teacher ask him to choose a seat. He started to walk and I closed my eyes to rest them, I didn't want to be like everyone else staring at him as he chooses a seat. He wasn't the most interesting thing in the world.
I was curious though, I really wanted him to know something about the necklace.
Although, he would be the talk of the rest of the week, it was always like that with new students. I heard the one of the seats move, and I could only assume he had chosen a seat close to our table. I opened my eyes back up and he was sitting directly across the table from me, looking directly at me. My eyes were caught in his gaze; I just stared back at him.
I heard the other students start talking back at their tables again, probably losing interest in the new student already. If we had any visitors from the other art classes, and they sat at our table, the rest of the class wouldn't pay any attention to them.
The teacher spoke and he looked away and up at her, she said, "Feel free to get to know these two today; they're very talented. Tomorrow we'll start you on your project; if you have any questions don't hesitate to ask. This class is very relaxed and enjoyable."
He nodded and the teacher smiled and walked back to her desk, leaving the new student now part of our table.
He stared at us for a few minutes, and we stared back. I was sure Naruto was smiling, and my permanent scowl was still there. I wondered what his first impression of how Naruto's colors and my colors clashed was. I always wondered what people thought about that, I could see it in their eyes when they noticed.
Naruto stood up and bounced the few feet over to his side. "I'm Naruto," He said, "And him," He motioned to me, "That's Sasuke, he may look scary but he's really not."
I glared at Naruto for a moment, who smiled at me, before looking back at Itachi.
"It's nice to meet you both." Itachi spoke.
I furrowed my brows slightly, even his voice seemed to draw me in. What's so intriguing about him? I wondered.
"Uchiha." I said.
Naruto frowned at me, "You'll have to excuse his rudeness too." He said.
"Uchiha." I repeated and he stared at me. "How old are you?" I asked after a minute.
"Eighteen." He said. I noticed how his facial expression hadn't changed since he walked into the room.
"Are you a senior?" Naruto asked and went to sit back down in his seat on the side of the table.
Itachi nodded.
"What's your next class?" Naruto asked another question.
He looked down at a piece of paper I hadn't noticed he was holding.
"English, in room 128." He said and looked at me as if I had asked the question.
I looked away from him and picked up my paint tray. I wasn't sure why I suddenly didn't want to look at him, but I didn't. So I stood up and walked over to the table in to center of the classroom, filling my tray with a small drop of every color of paint that was there. I heard Naruto offer for us to show him to his next class, since it was on the way, and he agreed.
I walked back over to the table and picked up my paintbrush. I began working on my project, painting clay piece I had made before.
I didn't make but a few comments here and there, to the conversation Naruto was trying to keep with Itachi the rest of the class period.
As soon as the bell rang, I took my time putting my supplies away.
"Hurry up Sasuke!" I heard Naruto say as I rinsed off my paintbrush. I only looked at him before drying it off and putting in back into the bucket of other paintbrushes.
Maybe it was a mistake to take an extra minute to put my things away, because the next thing I heard as I was putting on my backpack was as really high pitched, "Saaasssuukeee!"
Sakura.
A pink head of hair was suddenly next to me and clinging to my arm. I shrugged her off. Sakura was the most determined fan girl I had. She would meet me after every one of my classes that I didn't have with her and ask:
"How was your class?"
I didn't say anything back; instead I walked out of the classroom with Itachi watching me and Sakura following too close next to me.
Naruto and Itachi caught up after a few seconds. The pink-headed girl was talking nonsense into my right ear, and I was just about to tell her to buzz off when Naruto bounced on my left and said, "Hi Sakura, how are you?"
The two of them then engaged in some kind of weird conversation. I could always count on Naruto to distract her from me, even though he was talking to the girl because he had some huge crush on her.
It had always been like this since middle school, Sakura with the huge crush on me, along with over half the female population of our school, and Naruto with the huge crush on Sakura. I was a good thing I didn't like Naruto in that sense, because then there would be a huge love triangle; not that I couldn't turn Naruto gay and win him over, which was something I was defiantly not going to do.
I paused in my walking for a moment, so I wouldn't be in-between the two; I walked over to Itachi's left side, who was walking next to Naruto.
I could tell he looked at me out of the corner of my eye; I kept looking straight ahead, making sure I didn't bump into any people in the hallway.
When I suddenly stopped walking, he took a few steps forward before stopping too and looking back at me.
Naruto and Sakura continued walking, not even noticing we had stopped.
I tilted my head in the direction of the classroom next to me, "That's your next class." I said.
He nodded his head started to walk through the door, but before he could, I grabbed part of the shirt on his arm and asked, "What's your class after?"
He stopped and glanced down at the paper he was holding, he turned to look at me and said, "Chemistry II, room 216."
That was the same class as me. I nodded my head and said, "I'll be waiting for you after class." I let go of his arm and walked off.
I wasn't sure why I was being nice to this new kid, but he seemed to interest me.
It turned out we had four of our classes together, plus lunch. So I was with him all day. I didn't talk to him, and he didn't talk to me, unless I was asking where his next class was. He always chose to sit close to me in each of our classes too. It wasn't that I found the weird at all, because I didn't. It was just something I noticed.
Another thing that I noticed was that his expression didn't change any. He seemed to be like me in that way. He also kept looking at me today, or rather: my necklace.
A few girls had come up and asked him his name today; I could only suspect that they were crushing on the new kid. It always happened, whether that person was male or female. The opposite sex and some of the same sex would crush on the new kid, no matter who they were.
I didn't ask him about his last name, I wanted too, but I couldn't. I thought it would be better if I got to know him more. For one, he didn't seem like the kind of person I should ask a ton of questions too; I would leave that to Naruto. Two, I liked him; he seemed calm and collected, just the kind of friend I'd like to have. And finally three, the more the day went on and the longer I was with him, the more I was thinking about him and the more I was liking him.
After the last hour of the day, which we had together, he followed me to where I met up with Naruto after school.
"You're still with him?!" Naruto asked; he seemed shocked.
I nodded my head.
"Dang, how many classes do you have with each other?" He asked.
"Four; every other class to be exact." Itachi answered for me. I looked at him and he looked at me, and then I looked back at Naruto.
Naruto crossed his arms and squinted his eyes, "That's not fair!" He said, "I only have the one class with him!"
I rolled my eyes, "Are we going to the café today?"
"Are you paying?" Naruto asked.
I shook my head, "I don't have any money."
"Then I guess not." Naruto said, "I'm broke too, and I still need to pay the rent."
Naruto lived by himself, he had told me the first day I met him; and we had been friends since middle school. I wasn't sure how he had managed it then, but now he had a job and could make money. It always did make me curious, but every time I asked him, he found a way to avoid the question.
I, on the other hand, didn't have a job. I didn't bother searching for one either, I didn't feel like I needed on yet. I knew it wouldn't be a problem when I wanted to find one, I was sure I would get hired to almost every place I applied to.
"Then I'll see you later." I said, "I should probably go make sure Amu doesn't need me for anything."
Naruto looked at me funny, "Why? You never do that, and besides, we always hang out after school."
"Dobe," I said, "Did you already forget?"
"Forget what?" He asked.
"She's pregnant you dumbass! How many times am I going to tell you before you remember?"
Naruto's eyes widened. "Oh! That's right!"
I had forgotten Itachi was standing there until he suddenly asked, "Who's Amu?"
I looked at him, but before I could answer, Naruto did for me, "She's Sasuke's foster mother."
"Foster mother?" Itachi asked, looking at me.
I crossed my arms and looked away.
"Can I tell him?" Naruto asked sheepishly.
"Might as well, as long as he doesn't say anything to anyone." I said. It was much like my problem, no one but Naruto knew about it, and I liked to keep it that way. For some reason or another, I thought it would be okay to let him know.
And so, Naruto told him. He only told him about my adoption, and how I was at the place at birth. He didn't say anything about my necklace, and I was thankful for that. I didn't want Itachi to know about my necklace unless I told him personally.
"I'm going." I said in a huff after Naruto had finished. I started walking.
"Wait!" Naruto said and caught up with me. "At least let me walk you to the halfway point."
"Whatever." I said and continued walking.
"Come on Itachi!" Naruto shouted and Itachi came and caught up to us.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"To the halfway mark between Sasuke's and my house," Naruto said, "After that though, I'm going home, you're welcome to come if you want."
Itachi shook his head, "I'll walk with you two then I'm leaving also. I'm sure father is waiting for me to call him."
"Okay." Naruto said.
It wasn't long before we all departed.
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Sasuke laid there on his bed. He had nothing to do, no homework, nothing to clean up, nothing. He had finished everything. As he laid there staring at the ceiling, he could do nothing but think. He thought about the new kid he met today, apparently he could not get him off his mind. He wondered if this new kid would try to be their, his and Naruto's, new friend.
It was around seven o'clock and the sun was slowly setting out side. Sasuke got up from his bed and the second he opened his door, Amu called his name, "Sasuke!" He walked down the hall and into the living room, "You have a phone call." She said holding out the cordless phone to him, after she saw him.
He looked at it, "Did you ask who it was?" He asked, taking the phone but not putting it to his ear.
"Well, honey, no. I didn't."
He just nodded his head and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He said, hoping to make this quick.
"Hi Sasuke."
Sasuke almost dropped the phone, "How did you get this number?" He asked after a he took a moment to regain himself. He looked over at Amu, who gave him an odd look.
"Naruto?" The person on the other line said, sounding like they didn't even believe themselves.
Sasuke decided that it didn't matter much since they already had it. "What do you want?" He asked.
"I was wondering if you would meet me somewhere, there's something I'd like to see."
Sasuke considered this for a moment and asked, "Where?"
"How about outside of the school, by the fountain in the front?"
"Hold on." Sasuke said and pulled the phone away from his ear. He turned to Amu, "He wants to meet me, can I go?"
Amu smiled at him, "I think it would be nice if you got out of the house more often. You shouldn't be cooped up in your room all the time, why don't you go?"
"Okay." Sasuke said, pulling the phone back to his ear. "I'll meet you." He said.
"Good, be there in the next thirty minutes."
"Okay." Sasuke said.
The person on the other side of the phone hung up and so did Sasuke. One thought ran through his mind as he got ready and made his way there. 'I wonder what Itachi wants?'
Okay...um please review and let me know if I should continue this....
I have the second chapter already typed up, so....yeah. The second chapter is weird, and I hope it won't scare anybody off...
~Writes-With-Pens