Warnings: Drug use, swearing, violence.
This will be a considerably dark fiction. Also quite long.
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It was cold. Not the kind of cold that you hardly take notice of, but the cold that chills you to the bone. Rain poured down striking against the ground in an endless beat. The wind was the worst, it howled in terrifying rage. The streets were empty as water gushed down the gutters taking litter and natural debris with it. Another burst of wind raced down the street and a small huddled figure rounded a corner.
Obsidian eyes watched this figure in vague interest. Sasuke pushed himself further into the warm car seat, as if to reassure himself that he did not have to subject himself to the raging weather. The car he was sitting in was more than out of place on this street. Even without the weather, Sasuke wouldn't want to find himself on this particular street, suburb even. It was one of the lowest parts of the city, it was where dreams went to die and all the forgotten souls lingered. Not quite dead but not living either. Sasuke shuddered at the thought of ever finding himself in the position where he ended up here.
Yet, he was here. Not by choice though. Sasuke ran a hand through his blue black hair with an irritated sigh. The hair fell softly back across his forehead and out of habit for an old hairstyle, he flicked his head. Sasuke's eyes fell back to the figure that was making itself down the decrepit street in the coldest day of the winter.
Sasuke had decided the person was male from his first glance. Sasuke could see no womanly curves. Dark grey denim jeans hung low on the hips of the male and an over sized purple hoody adorned the top half on the body. The hood was pulled up over the head of the person. Sasuke's guessed of male was confirmed as he neared the car. Almost white hair framed the face of the male cut roughly, no longer than shoulder length. The features of the male were almost delicate but hidden by an outward tough exterior.
Another shudder nearly ripped through Sasuke, not from the weather or the run down street, but from the young man who turned his head and looked directly into Sasuke's eyes. Through the window, Sasuke could not tell what colour the male's eyes were but he knew without a doubt, the intense glare he was receiving would always stay with him. Sasuke could see both his own reflection, pale skin which enhanced his dark hair and eyes and the other male. The male started towards the car but Sasuke did not waiver. Violet eyes now looked into Sasuke's with unrelenting defiance. Sasuke hesitated; the violet eyes staring into his had the same haunted look that reflected his own dark obsidian eyes.
The young male then hastily turned, white hair whipping around wildly. The male cocked his head as if to listening to something then quickly hurried up the same stairs that the car was parked outside of. The white haired male looked back over shoulder and gave Sasuke a filthy sneer. Sasuke lifted a slim eye brow in derisive amusement.
Another figure was descending the stairs, this male Sasuke instantly recognized his older brother Itachi. Itachi passed the young male with hardly a second glance. Sasuke noticed the unknown male was nearly as tall his brother. Sasuke turned his head and looked forward. Itachi opened the door and slammed it against the wind.
"Took you long enough." Sasuke muttered unimpressed.
"It." Itachi corrected Sasuke before continuing. "You know Deidara, he clings."
"Then get a new boyfriend. A boyfriend that doesn't live here." Sasuke snapped back, fed up with the whole day.
"Temper little brother." Itachi tsked, "I noticed you caught the attention of Kijin no Sairai."
"Second Coming of the Demon?" Sasuke snorted cynically. "He looks like a drug addicted scum bag to me."
"You might have Kisame as your Sensei and excel in your training," Itachi turned to look at Sasuke as he pulled up at a set of traffic lights. "However, you wouldn't last a round with Suigetsu. He'd have a knife in your back before you even planned your first move."
"Tch. There's no honor in dirty fighting."
"There's no honor in survival." Itachi retaliated, his voice cold.
Sasuke fell silent, Itachi was patient with him most days but Deidara was a sore spot for his older brother. It wasn't that Sasuke hated Deidara, the blonde menace wasn't all that bad. Sasuke had never found out all the details of Itachi's relationship with Deidara. In all honestly he didn't want to know. Sasuke knew Deidara had been on the streets since he was twelve. He'd glimpsed times when Itachi all but hauled a stumbling blonde, mumbling incoherently into bed. Sasuke knew Deidara's life was filled with drugs, alcohol, thievery, prostitution and any other unimaginable thing Sasuke could think of. It was life Sasuke couldn't understand and frankly, didn't want to.
Suigetsu pushed against the back door with force, it groaned in resistance and with another shove it flew open. A showering of water rained down over the kitchen that Suigetsu now stood in, he gave another shake to rid loose droplets. Suigetsu swept his hand over his head, pulling his light purple hood off his head. The cold winter day was making his bones ache along with lack of nutrition but he ignored the pain. Suigetsu trudged further into the house, trailing muddy ripped converse shoes through the house.
"Oi, fucker." A sharp voice snapped from the lounge room. A silver haired male was seated on an arm chair. It probably would have been dark red at one stage but it was faded and ripped now. Suigetsu couldn't see it. Yet he knew that under where the male lounged, stuffing was falling out like a weeping wound. The male was now looking directly at Suigetsu, his legs thrown over the side of the arm chair. The most noticeable thing about this male was the lack of shirt despite the winter air. He simply wore a thread bare grey jacket completely unzipped and torn track pants. Suigetsu gave him a sharp look, waiting to be reprimanded about the mud. "Pass me a cigarette." Hidan pointed to a table. It was made out of old crates and a plank of wood procured from an unknown source.
"Lazy bitch." Suigetsu complied though and stole himself a cigarette from the crumpled pack.
"Sui, I saw you trying to harass Sasuke un." Deidara stood up from a stained once royal blue couch. Deidara stretched to his full height and puffed his cheeks out in annoyance.
"He was staring at me." Suigetsu defended himself.
"And now I'm staring at you." Deidara took a menacing step forward. "And in a minute I'm going t-"
"I'll leave him alone." Suigetsu stormed off up a hallway, blowing a cloud of smoke out his mouth from his stolen cigarette as he went. "If he doesn't look at me again." Suigetsu murmured darkly as he slammed a door shut behind him.
He observed his room with nothing but a sweep of his violet eyes. It wasn't his room exactly but it was the spare room to Deidara and Hidan's rundown house. The spare room was up for grabs to anyone who got there earlier enough. Suigetsu had found himself claiming the room nearly every night now.
The light flickered on and off for a seconds before spluttering to life. Suigetsu didn't take any notice of it. A heavy sigh escape his lips and he dropped to a single mattress in a jumble of limbs. The room was nearly as cold as it was outside minus the rain and wind. Suigetsu pulled the thin blanket over his body and let his eyes drift shut.
A face kept floating in and out of his vision. It never quite came close enough for Suigetsu to focus on who it was. However, one thing stood out each time, obsidian eyes that sheltered a haunted emptiness. Suigetsu shot straight up, the cigarette in his hand had long gone out and pile of ash had formed under his hand onto the carpet. Suigetsu attempted to piece together his day, large fragments hovered out of grasp. Hints of what had happened wisped away in a tantalizing hint of clues and vague flashes. Suigetsu squinted his eyes, half from a seemingly never ending headache and the light that insisted on shining into his currently sensitive eyes.
The first memory that came back to him was an obvious one. Drugs. It was the only consistent thing in the eighteen year olds life. Suigetsu absent mindedly rubbed at the track marks along his left arm. It had been a while since he had shot anything into his arm. Even thinking about it made him itch, longing to feel the drugs pumped directly into his blood stream. The instant rush of ecstasy. Suigetsu then jumped in what could only be considered excitement of a realization. His thin fingers reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag that contained three blue speckled round pills. Suigetsu didn't hesitate to shove two into his mouth and swallow them greedily.
Suigetsu knew his built up tolerance to the MDMA pills meant unless he double dropped two pills straight up and took one every hour after, it wouldn't give him the high he was hoping for. He stood up and returned to the lounge room. Hidan was gone but Deidara was spread out on the couch. A small television flicked images across its curved screen. Suigetsu paid no attention to it but instead offered Deidara the remaining pill.
"Don't tease me." Deidara batted the bag out of his face. "You know I can't do that shit anymore. Itachi doesn't approve. Also, if I did do it, I'd want more than one you greedy fuck un."
"Suit yourself." Suigetsu swallowed the pill. He'd just have to savor the two or so hours of a blissful high.
"Sui, we need to talk un." Deidara sat up, his face pulled into a pinched expression.
"What is it?" Suigetsu's face tightened.
"I don't mind you staying here but if it's going to be an ongoing thing then you're going to need to bring money to the house un."
"I'm not exactly rolling in money." Suigetsu sneered out.
Deidara rolled his eyes. "I've been in your situation Sui, you need to pull your act together and grow the fuck up un."
"You don't know anything about my," Suigetsu made quotation marks in the air, "situation." The now enraged teenager stalked towards Deidara and his hand flinched towards his waist. Deidara's deep sky blue eyes trailed towards Suigetsu's waist.
"Kijin no Sairai, you may strike fear into the street kids hearts." Deidara said softly, "but don't forget who used to rule the streets before you. I'd snap your neck before you even pulled your knife on me un."
Suigetsu straightened up then turned on his heel. Rage was coursing through him but Suigetsu knew he was defeated. Walking away was better than continuing to acknowledge Deidara or, pulling the knife on the older man. Suigetsu couldn't help but feel he would win against Deidara. It didn't matter to Suigetsu that Deidara was still a member of Akatsuki.
The sun had dropped below the horizon as Suigetsu faced the harsh elements once again. The sky was dark and the rolling clouds hid the moon and stars. The wind had died down somewhat but the occasional gusts still held an icy cold hit. The pills had begun to work their magic, usually it would have taken longer but Suigetsu had taken all three allowing for a quicker high. He felt grateful for the ecstasy coursing through his body as it distracted from the cold night. The rain was drizzling down, enough to be an annoyance but no longer was it like standing in a blasting cold shower.
A street light flickered undecidedly as Suigetsu hurried underneath it. It seemed as though he was hurrying because he was afraid of what the night held amoung these gaunt streets. Anyone who knew Suigetsu would know that was not the truth though. The cold kept him walking fast, wanting to reach his destination as quickly as possible. A human like shadow slunk away, behind a fence. Suigetsu allowed a small smirk of arrogance. It was, without a doubt, that he was the demon on these streets.
Deidara was delusional to think he could defeat him. Suigetsu didn't even know why Deidara was complaining about the money. The blonde male spent most of his time at his rich boyfriend's inner city apartment. The thought that Hidan might have complained crossed Suigetsu's mind only briefly. Hidan was one of the only people he wouldn't go up against. The silver haired man was insane. Not in the laughs at pain kind of insane, all though Hidan did do that. Hidan was insane in the psychotic worshipping to a destructive loving Kami. Hidan was just as likely to rip your innards out as share a drink with you. Suigetsu never inquired into Hidan's so called religion but he had heard plenty about it from the raving lunatic. If Suigetsu thought on it more intently, Jashin was a Kami that he could respect if it wasn't for the self harming bullshit. Hidan's body was littered with self inflicted scars. Suigetsu had plenty of his own scars but each one told a story of someone or something he went up against. Hidan's mostly just told the story that he was batshit insane.
Out of habit, Suigetsu reached to his waist and pulled out his knife. It sat inside his jeans, held up by a Suigetsu's own design of a knife holder that kept the sharp edge from cutting into his own leg. It wasn't shaped like a normal knife, instead it took on the appearance of a modified butchers knife. The blade was nearly twenty centimeters long and glinted from the catching light of a street lamp. It was the only possession that he owned that was taken care of. The handle was short and made from the same metal as the knife but Suigetsu had wrapped cloth around in to grip onto easier. The cloth was white at one stage but it was closer to brown now with flecks of blood on it. Suigetsu swung the knife through the air once, then twice and relished in the light swooshing knife it made as the air parted around it. The knife was sheathed back into the self made holder at the sound of a rumbling bus.
The bus was old but no one allowed the newer buses to travel out to these suburbs. It was a regular occurrence that a rock or some other object went threw a window. Suigetsu held his hand out and the bus indicated before pulling over to let him on. Suigetsu wondered whether the bus trips were free because the city council decided that obviously people in this area couldn't afford a simple bus fare. Or, the more likely option, the bus driver didn't want to dare ask anyone for money in case he ended up with a knife running across his throat.
Suigetsu dropped down onto a seat and read over the graffiti that was sprawled over the seat in front of him. Most of it was childish crap. 'Call this number for a good time.' 'Ukon sucks dick.' The only thing that made his lips curl up in a smirk, his pointed tooth extending out over his lip was the amusing 'Beware Kijin no Sairai' and a crudely drawn picture of Suigetsu stabbing a knife into someone. The drawing of him did not resemble Suigetsu however. In fact, most people didn't know who the Second Coming of The Demon was. It was a name that was spread by Hoshigaki Kisame. The original demon.
Kisame was perhaps the only person Suigetsu respected. It was a loose term though. Suigetsu hadn't seen Kisame for at least two years. It was Kisame who taught Suigetsu how to win from when he was eight years old. The thirty four year old now owned his a building in the city area. Kisame instructed Mixed Martial Arts there but he was very selective on who he trained. It was safer for Kisame to stay under the radar.
Suigetsu guessed it should be inspiration to him, that even if you come from the streets you can still make a life for yourself. Suigetsu wondered if all the people Kisame murdered ever haunted him now that he was living the life of middle class person. Suigetsu wondered how Kisame had escaped all the less than morally right things he did on the street.
It didn't matter to Suigetsu but it entertained his thoughts. The bus ride into the inner city took thirty minutes though it only stopped three times to let other people on. The third person paid the bus fare but Suigetsu hardly registered it in his mind. The MDMA was in full effect now and even though he didn't giggle stupidly like he might have done when he was younger, he felt lighter and at ease. The city lights rushed by in a blur and even when Suigetsu closed his eyes, he could still the see the various coloured lights. They extended on forever in waves. The bus came to a stop and Suigetsu let his eyes flutter open again. Without a second glance he got off the bus and continued the rest of his journey on foot.