A/N : The first pairing only lasts for like half this chapter. This is a really old fic that I never posted, any relation to someone's ideas is merely a coincidence... sorry.


My Fairy Tail

Bloody Itachi x3

Chapter One : Shatter


To remember the view of blood gushing out of the deformed, mutilated figure... that had once been my father.

Sunlight leaked into the room as navy blue curtains parted. "Wake up, darling!" a young man's voice exclaimed. The teen buried deep in a mess of white blankets groaned, obviously annoyed. Sleepily, he rolled over, glossy grey eyes opening.

He found himself face to face with a handsome, smiling man who had short black hair and glasses. A moment of silence passed.

"AHH! HOLY SHIT!" cried the teen, throwing a pillow at the man. "GET THE HELL OUT!"

Several moments later, after completing his daily bathroom routine, he stumbled clumsily over to the closet. Effortlessly, he picked out a pair of skinny grey jeans and a tight blue T-shirt with the Uchiha sign adorning it. While pulling on his shirt, the raven-black haired teen wandered down the flight of stairs. He noticed his mother and a man waiting for him.

"Good morning, Sasuke-kun." she waved at him.

"'Morning, Ma." Sasuke began to add finishing touches to the back of his head, where his black hair was spiked up. His mother coughed. Immediately stopping, Sasuke scowled. "Good morning, Yukiru-sama."

"Since you're only sixteen," his mother's lovely voice began. Sasuke rolled his eyes. "Yukiru-san and I have decided to--"

"Oh! I have to meet someone!" Sasuke exclaimed, interrupting his mother's lecture. "Well, I'm going to be late for school! I'll see you guys later!" he was out the door in the blink of an eye.

Sasuke's mother groaned. "He needs to know we're going to marry!"

"You can tell him when he gets home."

-

"Hi Lee," muttered Sasuke, leaning against a tree. He grew silent. "Ma and Yukiru-teme are gonna tell me they're getting married..." weakly, Sasuke glanced over at the teen with large, round eyes and amazingly bushy eyebrows. His bowl cut of hair was dazzlingly shiny, just as that of the sensei of the school.

"You should be happy for your mother, it would make her happy. Besides, she's full of youth and still needs someone to love!" Lee's determined voice replied. Rage filled the sixteen-year-old.

"HELL NO!" he snapped, ever so violently. "I don't want a father ever again! It hasn't even been six months since my real father died! And... I couldn't stop him from dying... He didn't hear me. I don't even like Yukiru-teme that much..."

Lee didn't say anything.

Wryly, Sasuke smiled. Not of the teen in front of him, but of a red-haired kid approaching in the distance. This guy had no eyebrows and icy turquoise eyes heavily lined with eyeliner. A red tattoo was printed on the left side of his forhead. Shoving aside Lee, the boy planted a juicy kiss on Sasuke's lips.

"Uh... Gaara?"

"Hello, Lee." replied the cold voice of the red-haired boy after pulling away from Sasuke. He adjusted the sleeve of his tan shirt, then eyed Lee in his... green tights. Sighing, Gaara somewhat grinned at Sasuke. "Good morning, Sasuke-kun."

Rock Lee grabbed the Uchiha's hand forcefully. "Alright! We're going to be late for class!" he ran off. Sasuke heard Gaara yell something in the distance, but ignored it.

-

Sitting on a wooden bench, Sasuke gazed up at the sky. Wind blew at his hair. Less than six months ago, a speeding truck had smashed into the driver's seat of his father's car while his father backed up. The Uchiha witnessed it all. Everything. He saw the blood gushing and splattering everywhere. He saw the mutilated figure of his crushed father. Worst of all... his cries couldn't stop his father from backing.

"Sasuke-kun," a voice shattered his thoughts, he glanced over to see a blond girl, Gaara's sister standing there. She wore a short, pink dress. "Gaara-kun is waiting for you in the park. You shouldn't keep him waiting."

"Yeah... okay." yawned the teen. Rising, Sasuke forced a cheery expression at Temari and sprinted off.

Dashing into the park, he froze.

Gaara and Lee we're... kissing. French kissing.

-

Lying on his bed, the teen gazed up at the ceiling, sobbing. Footsteps were nearing, not that he really cared. Sasuke's ear caught the door creak open.

"Sasuke-kun, Yukiru-san and I are getting married." his mother's voice informed. Sasuke felt a mix of negative feelings rush through him.

"No! I don't want a father! I couldn't even stop my real one from dying! It hasn't even been half a year since he died!" he burst out in more tears. "J-Just go away! I don't want to hear it!" Sasuke rose from the bed and shoved them out. Through tears, he saw their puzzled expressions.

"I never expected him to act like this..." was the last words he heard from his mother.

About an hour later, the Uchiha fearfully held a massive butcher knife to his head. It glimmered in the bathroom light.

"I... think I should cut this off."


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