"Pray unto your fear,

Pray your life was,

Just a dream,

A cut that never heals…"

-Man That You Fear:: Marilyn Manson—

Prologue:

Cold, emotionless, eyes stared back at her. What was left of her fragile heart, began to vanish. She could already see the walls begin to rise, within him. He was blocking her out; blocking the world out. He was resorting back to the same thing he had done, when he was twelve. It was foolish of her to think, that he would change in five years. Her mind had barely registered the fabric of her shirt, being thrust into her hands. Fear petrified her, slowly working its way down to her legs. And, suddenly, she was rooted to where she was standing.

Her arms trembled, as his eyes seemed to analyze her. As if he was expecting her to break down, and cry. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She remained where she was, returning his stone cold gaze. Suddenly, he nodded. As if he was giving approval. He turned his back to her, and began to walk to the front door. He stopped his hand on the door knob. His voice as rough as sand paper, "'should get dressed."

Before she could even formulate a response, he was gone. She helplessly watched as he left her apartment. She slumped against the wall, and slid to the floor, clutching her shirt – to her bare, naked chest.

Anger was the first emotion that flared through her body. Almost, instantaneously, followed by hurt – disgust, and self hatred. She felt violated. Used. Discarded. How could he take something so pure, so sweet and innocent, and turn it into something atrocious? 'I said no…' she whispered, to no one.

She felt a droplet of water hit her hand. She looked up at her ceiling, expecting to see a leak. She realized that it wasn't water, or a leaky roof, but a tear. The last time she had shed tears was when she was six. Eleven years ago…

In her emotional fallout, she finally remembered how to cry.

Chapter 1

His body relaxed, considerably, as the herb began to take effect. He shifted his gaze upwards, turning to a glare, once he felt the joint being lifted from his hand. "'do you think you're doing?" he growled, trying to grab the joint back.

Obsidian eyes looked back at him, filled with amusement. "'do you think, little brother?"

"Thought you didn't smoke this shit?" he retorted, annoyed that his tranquil moment was disrupted.

The Obsidian eyes glinted with humor, as the person holding the joint took a hit – slowly exhaling. "Correction, Sasuke. I don't smoke this shit every day, like you. It's more or less once a week."

Sasuke scoffed, and finished off the herbal cigarette. As he stubbed it out, in the ashtray, he looked at his older sibling. "You drink."

"Your point being what, exactly?"

They both turned their gazes to the front door, as a faint knock sounded. "Not it." Sasuke yawned. It grumbled, and sauntered over to the apartment door. "Eh…hi…" Itachi glanced over at Sasuke, "Oh, Sasuke? Yeah, eh…stay right there."

Itachi stumbled back over to the couch, and looked at his younger brother. "You have a visitor."

"Oh, what the hell…" Sasuke rolled his eyes, and walked over to the door. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest. Standing before him, was a creamy pale skinned girl. Dark brown hair pulled into two buns. Hazel brown eyes, filled with nervousness met his Obsidian ones. Something about her was so…familiar. He knew her, from somewhere. But he couldn't, for the life of him, place a name with her face. Finally, it clicked.

"Tenten?" Sasuke asked, still leaning against the door frame.

"S-Sasuke…" Tenten said, nervously fidgeting. "I-I…I want you to…show me…"

Sasuke decided to play around with her words. Maybe it was the pot that was making him like this. But, whatever it was, he knew he was in a playful mood. He smirked, "That's a little assertive. Kind of too soon, don't you think? I mean, don't you think we should at least…get to know one another better?"

A fierce blush washed over Tenten's face. "N-no…not that…I meant the…I meant the…the…drugs."

Those words instantly, seemed, to sober Sasuke. "Funny one, Tenten. What do you really want?"

Tenten lifted her eyes, leveling her gaze with his. "I want you to show me the drugs…I want to…forget."

"God dammit," Sasuke sighed, and ushered her into his small apartment. "Sit." He ordered her; she obliged and sat down on the couch next to Itachi. Sasuke pulled up a chair, and sat across the coffee table, facing her.

"Who's this?" Itachi asked curiously.

"Shut it, Itachi!" Sasuke snapped, leveling a glare.

Itachi shrugged and leaned his back against the couch, his eyes flickering between his brother and the brunette. "Excuse my brother. Now, explain. What do you want to 'forget'?"

Tenten took a shaky breath, "A week ago…I…something happened, with Neji. And, he…he just…left. I just want to forget my stupidity. Please."

Sasuke arched a brow, "You want to forget something stupid you did, by using pot? Forgive me, but, do you see the irony in all of this?" She nodded, and in a small voice replied, "Yes, I do…I just don't care."

Sasuke looked at her, "What he did was unforgivable. No man would ever do what he did. What he did was cowardice. What he did was unforgivable. I'm truly sorry he used you. But, I don't want to be the one responsible for getting you hooked on pot."

"You do it," Tenten retorted. "I sought you out. You didn't come, searching for me. This is my choosing. If I get hooked, it's on me."

He leaned back, in the chair, and let her words circle around in his mind. The last thing, he really wanted, was to be responsible for someone getting hooked on drugs. He lifted his eyes, and saw a familiar pained emotion in them. Almost against his own volition, he nodded. "You really want to do this, then?"

She paused, momentarily, and then nodded – determination in her hazel brown eyes. It furrowed his brow, and watched T and his younger sibling debating with each other. He watched S walk over to the kitchen counter, and knew at that moment what he was doing. He looked over at the girl next to him, "You really are intent, on doing this, aren't you?" She nodded.

Minutes later, S returned to his chair. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and held a joint between his thumb and forefinger – of his right hand. "Don't know why, but I feel compelled to help you. Although, this wouldn't really constitute 'helping'. The intention is the same, though. Last chance, Ten. Do you want out?"

Defiantly, she shook her head. "No."

A/N: Dunno how different the storyline is. Thought I'd give it a go, though. Try something different. I do have chapter 2 ready to be uploaded. So, read, rate, review, favorite, like, dislike. Feedback is appreciated, and I am aware of some grammatical errors – and I am aware that this chapter may have been rushed. So there is really no need, to bring that to my attention. XD