GAH. I'm so sick of all this emo shit I keep spewing. But for now, it's all I've got.

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi

Sasuke's thin shoes slapped against the pavement as he ambled up the path to his home. He hesitated at the door, reluctant to go inside.

His father had been furious with him lately, for reasons that he really, couldn't help, and he wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

He sighed and twisted the doorknob. It didn't open.

Strange, there was always someone home by now. He reached for the key in the back pocket of his faded jeans.

He pushed at the door, and once again, it did not open.

The hell?

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Stupid paranoid family.

I kicked the door angrily before reaching under the eave of the door for the key to the deadbolt. It wasn't there. Instead, I found a note.

I read it about three times before the words finally sank in.

They were kicking me out. My own family was fucking disowning me. Just like that. I wasn't even allowed to pack my stuff.

This was all because of...

How cruel.

I kicked the door as hard as I could one last time, not caring how much it hurt my foot. At least I left a mark on that pristine white paint.

I took a shaky breath, and turned away from my, the, house. I'm not going to look back, is what I told myself.

I wandered aimlessly around the city, with nowhere to go in particular. I didn't have alot of friends. I didn't need them.
The only friends I had were back in Japan, and most had stopped calling weeks ago. The only one that still did was...him. I would have to call him later on.

As I kept walking, the crowd of people around me thinned. The sun was going down and it was getting cold. Very cold.
I pulled my dark jacket tighter around myself and walked faster; still not sure where I was going. Something in the back of my mind told me I should be getting worried. I told it to shut up.

I was walking with my head down in an attempt to block my face from the cold.
Doing so, I knew I would bump into one person or another, and I did.

I assume the man was running, because when the impact came, it hurt. The guy had rock hard muscles, but he still had a relatively small frame.
What an obnoxious shade of orange, was my only thought as I fell.

"Watch where you're going, you little punk!"

Fists flew, and Sasuke collided with the rough brick wall behind him.

"I'm sorry," he said between coughs.

The man replied by shoving a knife into Sasuke's stomach.

A warm, calloused hand swiftly reached out, grabbing by arm before I could hit the ground. Another arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me upright. I started apoligizing. The other man merely laughed it off.

"Don't worry about it," he said. I apologized some more.

"Hey," the man put a finger under my chin, lifting it up so I could meet his gaze, "It's okay."

I nearly gasped at the startling shade of blue that filled my line of vision. That's when I realized how close we were. I tensed and pulled away.
I was about to excuse myself, but I chanced another glance at the man's face.
Sun-kissed skin, golden hair, bright, clear blue eyes.

As our eyes met again, the blonde inhaled sharply. He reached out his hand towards my face, and I instinctively flinched away.

"Your eyes," he breathed. I looked at him quizzically.

His eyes softened, "You've been crying."

Shocked, I slowly brushed my fingers against my cheek. Sure enough, they were wet. I hadn't realized I'd been crying.
I stuttered a bit, trying to explain, and the man chuckled and smiled gently.

This guy...he's different.

The lawsuit was filed, and, two weeks later, Uchiha Fugaku was a happy man. The man who attacked Sasuke had been sued for all he was worth. Turns out, he was worth alot.

"Good job, son. It's about time you did something useful."

Good job? That's what the man had to say? Did he seriously think Sasuke had deliberately gotten stabbed so his father could make money?

What kind of screwed up family was this?

Sasuke couldn't help the tears that threatened to spill over. He turned and went to his bedroom, closing the door and sliding down it. He pushed against his eyes until little specks of light erupted in his vision, desperate to make the tears stop. Someone knocked on the door.

"Fuck off," he muttered, not caring whether it was his mom, dad, or God himself.

"Sasuke," the person whispered.

Suddenly, a pair of cold, slim arms were around him, and Sasuke gasped, pulling his hands away from his eyes. Tears immediately blurred his vision, but he could make out the image of his brother sitting beside him.

"How did you...?" Itachi merely held him tighter, and that was all it took for Sasuke to finally break. For the first time in his life, Sasuke cried onto his brother's shoulder.

I told the man I had to leave now, and we parted. It was late now, and I had nowhere to sleep. I was beyond caring at this point.

I walked a bit more, and found a tree that was relatively uncovered by snow. Pulling myself up into the branches, I figured I would just crash here and figure the rest out tomorrow. I wrapped my coat and scarf tighter around myself, and prepared for sleep.

But it never came.

I thought that being cold made it easier to fall asleep. Wasn't that how some people died, when they couldn't stay awake and froze to death?

Then why is it that I'm not allowed that same oblivion?

I'm gonna end it here, because it's getting too cliche. I need to rethink what I'm going to do next...

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