AN: Em, a different story! Not much to say on it, other than it just came to me. So, I decided to write it. ;o
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Naruto! But I do own a paper fan and many packs of ramen in my cabinets. :D
Sasuke was having a bad day; if the scowl he now sported was any indication of that. He had been walking around aimlessly for hours now, attempting to find some sort of work he could do over summer break. Now, some of you are probably thinking, why on earth would one want to spend their summer vacation working? Well, Sasuke hated, no, loathed sitting around his house doing absolutely nothing. So, here he was, running around town, a dark, ominous aura exuding from his slouched form as he walked down the sidewalk.
People scurried out of his way when they made the fatal mistake of getting a bit too close.
This wasn't the only reason Sasuke was in a foul mood, oh no. Just a part in a large spectrum of things that had pissed on his parade today.
His day had started off wonderfully (note the sarcasm) with him having a wet dream, and his mother coming into the room to wake him up during said wet dream. The worst part about this was, Sasuke was quite audible when sleeping. Itachi had often informed him that he talked quite a bit while he was asleep. According to his brother, his mother had walked into his room to Sasuke screaming out his ex's name.
Yeah… awkward….
The highlight of his day was waking up to see his mother's disturbed face with soiled sheets and drool running down his face. Needles to say, he couldn't look his mother in the eye at all during breakfast today.
And after those glorious moments of total humiliation, Sasuke had attempted to take a shower to wash away any evidence that the event had ever occurred, because he was quite sure he would never have been able to live it down if his father had found out about it, but lady luck had up and bitch slapped him across the face. For starters, he managed to somehow trip over his own feet walking into the bathroom and, as a result, slammed his forehead onto the edge of the bathtub.
Sasuke couldn't move for several minutes because he was absentmindedly counting the stars that danced across his vision.
Yep… he definitely lost some brain cells with that one.
After he had managed to get back up onto his feet, he was faced with the task of peeling his pants off of himself. Not only was the sight horribly petrifying in and of itself, but the smell was rancid.
Why, oh why did his brain decide that the one time his mother had to wake him up, that having a wet dream was a good idea?
Sasuke vaguely remembered his father walking by the open bathroom door as he was completing the task of removing the ruined articles of clothing. He remembered glowering at the door for not being closed. How could he have missed that? He always closed the door.
In order to end the awkward staring contest he ended up having with his dad, Sasuke had slowly closed the door in the man's face; never breaking eye contact until it was fully shut. He mumbled dark curses under his breath as he stepped into the shower.
The hot water had actually been soothing as it helped ease away some of the embarrassment Sasuke felt at that moment, that is, until his brother decided this was the perfect moment to flush the toilet, and his mother felt like washing dishes to help erase the thought of her son screaming out NEJI in his sleep.
The water turned from soothing heat, to numbing cold in a matter of seconds. Sasuke had let out another string of colorful, dark curses under his breath before hastily leaping out. He hadn't even had time to fully wash his hair.
It had stuck together in clumps, and felt slightly greasy, but he couldn't be bothered with getting back into the shower and finishing the job. He settled for grabbing the nearest towel and furiously scrubbing his damp, ebony locks.
He had wrapped the towel around his waist before stomping his way into his room. Sasuke had just thrown the nearest clothes on, not even bothering to check whether or not he matched. It didn't really matter at this point….
Sasuke ended up emerging from his room with two different colored socks, a pair of fitting jeans, and a lime green polo shirt he hadn't known he possessed.
Sasuke had stormed into the kitchen with barely suppressed fury. His day couldn't possibly get any worse, but Sasuke should've known by now not to utter those words.
He sat in the nearest chair, which so happened to be beside Itachi, who gave the disgruntled boy a once over. "I didn't know you had a green shirt."
"Yeah well, neither did I."
"Making a fashion statement today?" He must have noticed the socks as well.
"Shut up Itachi."
Sasuke busied himself with the task of pouring himself a bowl of cereal, which happened to be on the table. He sighed when he noticed the milk was no where to be seen. So he got up to retrieve it and poured in a generous amount of milk into his cereal before sitting down and handing the carton to his brother. His chair, had slid slightly closer to Itachi when he had plopped down rather harshly into his seat.
"Don't get too close, I don't want your bad sense of taste to rub off on me. What would my fan girls think if they saw me wearing that heinous shade of green?"
Sasuke felt his eyebrow begin a steady twitch. He lifted his hand to rest on the table as he turned to regard Itachi through narrowed eyes.
"Itachi-" His retort was cut off by the feel of ice cold milk falling onto his lap. He quickly snapped his head forward and noticed he had placed his hand on the edge of his bowl on accident.
Oh, for the love of everything holy, who did he piss off to deserve this!? He tried to salvage as much pride as he possibly could by picking up some of the cecreal that had fallen onto the table and threw them back into the now, pretty much empty bowl. He heard his mother's scolding words as she handed him a washcloth and began cleaning up the mess he had made with a spare she had.
He must have done something horrible in his past life. Maybe he had kicked puppies and pushed baby carriages down sloping streets… or pushed old ladies out into Monday morning traffic. Perhaps he attempted to vacuum his hamster or drown kittens in the toilet. His musings were interrupted by the sound of his mother's voice.
"Go change Sasuke, and try to find some matching clothes." She was scrubbing the plush material of the chair in an attempt to remove the setting stain of milk. She sounded irritated, which in turn irritated Sasuke… more so than he already was. It's not like it was his fault his brother was a dick and fate had decided to fuck him over today.
Sasuke stormed down the long stretch of hallway to his room mumbling incoherent words to himself.
On the bright side of things, the milk incident had forced him to change out of that ridiculously ugly green shirt. Once inside his room, Sasuke discarded the polo shirt and jeans on the floor. He made a mental note to himself to pick them up later after he got back from his search. He rummaged through drawers and inside his closet. Sasuke decided to take his time finding something half-way decent to wear this time. After turning his dressers and closet inside out, he finally settled on a white, button up shirt and black slacks.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he lazily stared at his reflection in the mirror. His reflection stared lazily right back.
With a few more incoherent curses directed at his hair, Sasuke made his way out of his room and down the hall. He scanned the living room for any sign of his shoes. When he noticed they weren't in his line of sight, Sasuke grunted in annoyance.
"Their behind the recliner closest to the door." Sasuke strode over to the location directed and noticed his shoes sitting ever so innocently and neatly where they were said to be. He slipped his socked feet into them before turning in the direction of his mother and muttering his thanks. He wondered absently how mothers seemed to know exactly what you needed and when you needed it. He wished he had that skill.
She simply raised a thin eyebrow in amusement at his downward cast face. "Good luck then." With a quick nod of recognition, Sasuke opened the front door and made his way out of it. He made a move to leave the porch when he felt a slight tug on his arm. His head turned mechanically to look over his shoulder.
There, in the door, was the sleeve of his shirt. Sasuke grit his teeth and counted to ten before giving an experimental tug. It didn't budge. A few more tugs, and pulls later, and Sasuke was positively seething.
"OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Sasuke screamed in exasperated frustration and ripped the sleeve of his shirt from out of the door. A loud ripping sound could then be heard as he was pulled free from the hold the door had on him.
He lifted his arm and examined the damage. A whole section of his sleeve had been ripped off. Sasuke threw his arm down and trudged across his yard and into the bustling city.
And with that long string of unfortunate events leads to where Sasuke is now, walking down the sidewalk. Nobody was freaking hiring. No fast food joints, no animal shelters (albeit he was glad for, as he didn't care much for them), no restaurants, book stores, cafes….
It was already 2:00 pm and Sasuke had yet to find anything promising and if he did, they weren't hiring.
Sasuke was on the brink of crying, he could feel it. That is, until a small café came into view as he rounded a corner.
He wondered if God was feeling the slightest bit of sympathy for him. Sure enough, Sasuke caught a glimpse of a white sign clearly stating, "Now hiring". He resisted the urge to break out into a face splitting grin. Walking up to the double glass doors, Sasuke peered into the café. From what he could see from his position at the entrance, the place looked fairly well kept.
He pushed opened the double doors; two bells dinging in protest at being jostled. His eyes scanned the immediate vicinity once inside. The interior looked quite nice, the colors complimentary and appealing. Overall, Sasuke approved of the place so far. There were even small little sections for smoking at the far end of the café. But above all else, the place was quiet.
Sasuke smiled to himself once he noticed the small bin on the counter stock full of applications. He strode over quickly, already feeling his mood brightening. Sasuke picked up the first one on the stack and glanced over it.
Well that's good. They don't ask for much. He thought to himself.
Sasuke then suddenly felt plagued with the creepy feeling of being keenly watched. He quickly glanced over his shoulders, but didn't see anyone staring at him…. He returned his gaze to the application in his hand, about to shrug it off as nothing, when he noticed a black haired, sickeningly pale skinned, golden eyed man leering at him from where he stood in the doorway of a room labeled "Employees only".
From the way the man was seemingly raping Sasuke with his eyes, he sincerely doubted that hiring him was the only thing on the creepy man's list of things to do. He calmly replaced the application back at the top of the stack. Straightening his back and smoothing out any crinkles in his shirt, Sasuke swiftly turned around and made a bee line for the door. He opened it and calmly strode out.
Now Sasuke was on the verge of tears. That had been the best place he had seen all day, and some creepy, pedophilic, loony had to ruin it for him.
Saying that this just wasn't his day would have been a serious understatement. He sent glares of death at people who dared stare at his completely ruined sleeve. Damn people need to mind their own damn business. If he wanted to go around looking like some kind of rag doll, then he was gonna do it damn it….
Sasuke's scowl intensified and people wisely kept their distance as well as made sure that if they were indeed staring, that the young brooding man couldn't tell. There was practically a storm cloud hovering above his head. Sasuke decided, that he had definitely hit rock bottom. There was no possible way that this day, could get any worse.
And as if on cue, it began to rain. Now normally Sasuke enjoyed it when it rained, but not when he only had on a thin, loose shirt that could easily stick to him. He grimaced and glared up at the offending sky that dared let loose a summer shower at a time like this. People scurried around in an attempt to find somewhere dry, but Sasuke just stood where he was.
He was about to scream in agony at the sheer irony of it all, when one large restaurant caught his eye. He glared at it. There must be some kind of catch, for on this very day, he had pissed off the Gods so thoroughly, that absolutely nothing could possibly go his way.
"What the fucking hell…" He mused.
Sasuke hurriedly sprinted over to it and quickly went inside. Once in, he stood at the entrance to the restaurant while ringing out his overly abused shirt. The first thing he did once he was satisfied with his shirt, was scan for any pedophilic looking men. He was relieved to see that this place seemed fairly normal, and for once was welcoming of the loud chattering coming from the people sitting at the tables.
This seemed to be a decently fancy restaurant, for the tables were a nice round shape and had clean white table cloths spread over their mahogany surfaces. The clattering of plates filled Sasuke's sense of sound, and the sweet aroma coming from the food made his mouth water.
He had completely forgotten that he hadn't actually eaten at all today. His stomach growled at him as if to say, "No, no you haven't." His thoughts were interrupted by a man with blond hair and stunningly blue eyes.
"Excuse me sir…" Sasuke stared at him and blinked several times. He noticed the man had stopped in mid-sentence, no doubt taking in Sasuke's state of disarray.
"Would you like to be shown to a table?" The blond seemed to get over his short moment of amusement, and gave Sasuke a brilliant smile.
Sasuke just stared for a few moments, before shaking his head clear of any lingering dirty thoughts. He cleared his throat and schooled his face into an impassive look of apathy. "Actually, I came here wondering if, by chance, you were hiring?" The blond seemed to contemplate his words, for his faced scrunched up in thought.
He then turned around and started to walk off; he motioned over his shoulder for Sasuke to follow him.
Sasuke was led to a room that had the words "Employees only" scrawled in black bold letters over the glass. He inwardly cringed.
The blond boy just turned the door handle and pushed the door open, and motioned with his hand to go in. And with that, he walked off toward a couple that had just walked into the restaurant. Sasuke stepped tentatively inside; eyes darting around for anyone with golden, snake-like eyes. Instead, he was greeted with the back of a white haired man sitting at a desk while glaring at a computer.
He didn't seem to notice anyone had even entered the room at all. Sasuke cleared his throat.
The man didn't even have the decency to turn around as he lazily called over his shoulder, "What'dya want?" Sasuke fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before answering him. "I was wondering if you guys were hiring…" He cursed his voice for sounding so unsure. The man turned in his swiveling chair at that.
He seemed to be sizing Sasuke up which led to more furious man-handling of the hem of one soaked, white shirt.
After some more intense glaring his eyes lit up, "Well today's your lucky day kid, we are hiring."
Ha, ha ha ha HA! Lucky day indeed.
The man grabbed a stack of papers from his desk and handed it to him. "That's the application, I'll let you know if you get the job." Sasuke nodded stiffly at the man before he started making a shooing motion with his hand.
"Now go away kid, you're bothering me." Sasuke glowered at the now turned back of the man who had just handed him an application. At least he hadn't attempted to strip Sasuke with his eyes. He sighed audibly as he made his way out of the restaurant. He would have actually stayed and ordered something, but he forgot his wallet back at his house. Go figure.
Sasuke held the sheets of paper to his chest to keep it away from the rain as he made his way back to the Uchiha household.
AN: So, what do you think? Don't forget to review!