A/N: Ah another story! I'm going to get myself in trouble..well more than I already am. Well I'll just blame the plot bunnies. Hope you like it!
Warning: Self mutilation, yaoi (boyxboy love) and mature content
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Summary: Blue eyes were alight with excitement and anticipation. Sasuke tilted his head, curious as to what would happen once the blonde pressed 'Play'. What happened next was a turning point for him. Suddenly the scars adorning his arms seemed silly, a child's act. Music filled the small room and he found something he had long since thought impossible. Escape.
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The Song Without a Name
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Sasuke inspected the contents scattered across the surface of his bed. A variety of pills, capsules, even needles, accompanied by small bottles of liquid and small bags filled with a multitude of powders. Truthfully, he wasn't in the mood for any of those things...right now at least. Turning, he chose a razor blade off his bedside table, it was one of his favorites. A shiver of excitement ran through him and he tugged off his shirt.
His arm was already covered with sliver scars, crisscrossing, meeting each other and dancing over his skin, but it just wasn't enough. What happened next was the blooming of a thin red line of blood. It swelled and spilled, crawling down his forearm. It soaked through his sheets, joining the many other stains. He lay down against his pillows breathing deeply. He could feel no pain, just an aching numb. And he relished it.
Pain.
As he lay there, it seemed to seep from him. He felt no emotion, it had long since escaped his grasp. No longer could he remember anything but pain. It was in moments like these that he was free.
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The youngest Uchiha stood before his school, willing it into nothingness. The tall brick building still stood before him and students still hurried into it's halls. Said building was the bane of his existence. It was pointless and it was filled with morons that did whatever they were told.
There was an unusual hum in the air when he entered his home room, whispers of a new student. Quietly he found his seat, tucked away in a corner at the back of the room where he could see the sky was dark outside, promising rain.
The bell tolled it's quiet tune and the class settled and the door slid open once more and their sensei entered. A tall woman of 5'9, black hair rippled down her back, framing her kind, but stern face.
Out of sheer curiosity he glanced beside her to the short boy she had escorted in.
It was like a clip from a cheesy romance movie. Breathing became difficult and he couldn't tear his eyes away. The boy's hair was a thick mass of jagged blonde peaks, meeting each other and conflicting in an organized disarray framing his angled face perfectly. Three scars were seated on either side of his face. They stole away from his beauty, but Sasuke couldn't help but feel that they made the boy. That they were not only a part of him physically but also on a soulful level.
Then he met the boy's slanted, wide blue eyes. They reminded him of the ocean, old and full of secrets, turbulent with emotion. An ipod was humming quietly from his pocket and he smiled, a wide grin splitting across his face.
"Class, this is Uzumaki Naruto."
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A/N: Well that the prolog. I know it's short but bear with me. Also I need a beta, let me know if your interested!
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