From the author of the still un-updated Dobe and the Beast, comes a new tale…one of romance and passion, and who knows what else. The story shall include Shounen-ai, child abuse, and Kakashi as a fairy…if you find any of the above offensive, then please don't read…anyways, I do hope you enjoy this and now we begin!
"Sasuke! Where are you with my breakfast," wailed a young woman with bright pink hair as she sat up in her bed, waiting until a couple of crashes and pads of heavy feet coming down the hall hinted what was coming as a young man with eyes as dark as coal fell into her room, the tray he was carrying, luckily landed upon her lap with little more than the force of a feather.
"Sorry it was so late Sakura…you're sister needed her dress back from the cleaner's so I had to hurry and when I got back, you're breakfast was burned and I had to start all over," explained the young brunette in a rush as he pushed himself up and began to wipe off his rags. They were a dark pitch black, and were clearly worked to death, but Sasuke always managed to clean and repair them. His pale skin and beautiful features often got him mistaken for a woman while they were about in the square, searching for anything they might need.
"Sasuke," screeched another this time a slightly more mature woman, her hair in two short tufts on the side of her face as she glared up the steps, waiting for Sasuke to come and attend to her, which the almost too busy to even waste time thinking step-brother did in a heart beat. He now sported a new bruise on his neck from Sakura's beating him due to how late he had been in giving her breakfast. The laundry was done, the floors swept, the door knobs polished, and the cat was even deloused, whatever could Temari need of him now?! "Dear brother…do you see the windows over there," she queried, forcing his face to turn towards them.
"Yes…I washed them until they were beyond spot-less, just like father asked me too," Sasuke struggled in his sister's grip. He hated this, however his mother, in her last dying moments had told the family to stick together…his mother was the only family he really had after his brother murdered his father, and vice-versa. After that, his mother remarried to his step-father…Orochimaru, he called himself, and the man was far from nice. He acted as though Sasuke's mother passing was as worthless as the death of a fly on the window-sill. Once his mother was gone, Sasuke's life went to hell…and then even lower! He was ordered around as though he were a slave, and had no time to even grieve his mother's death unless they were sound asleep. The only quality Sasuke cherished about them was how they had been in a tornado and slept through it without even turning over in bed. The sad part of that incident was that Sasuke had to replant every single blade of grass by hand, as well as attend to his other duties.
"You worthless cockroach," screamed Temari, tossing the pale boy to the floor before pointing at the clear object and complaining, "If it's that clear then how can I see my gorgeous reflection in it?!"
Sasuke then did the only thing, yet also worst thing he could do…he apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll get to it as soon as I can." By the time he had realized his folly, he knew it was too late as her fist came down upon him, demanding he take care of it now! By the time she had finished, Sasuke was before the window, and attempting to fit it to Orochimaru's wishes, while completing his sister's own demands.
Before the day was up, Sasuke found himself deathly tired and now sported three new bruises for the two times he'd stopped a moment to breath, and the third was when he got himself a drink of water without asking his sister's permission first.
Finally night came and Sasuke sat on his bed, nursing the wounds tenderly, and he could only ask himself, "Why did mother have to leave?" That question was older than the dirt his sister's never let him clear out from under the young boy's bed. While she was alive, things had gone normally…at least to a point. Sasuke had taken a bit of responsibility for chores and such, as Orochimaru would often tell him that young ladies were far too tender to do things like that…however upon her death, Sasuke not only needed to tend to the house's needs alone, yet also his step-father's demands alongside those of his step-sisters.
The stars that shined outside his window were the only thing he had to look forward too, save the silence of the night. His window was the only thing clean, as when Orochimaru ordered him to wash all of the windows, he would pay special attention to that and at least acquire something he could have as his own…his un-blocked view of the night sky.
He suddenly became aware of a few rapid croaks and turned to the hole just where his wall had a hole wide enough for something to fit through. Soon enough, a small yellow toad came in along with a brown dog of an undeterminable age. "Hey snow ball, sorry you're sister beat you up so bad," he explained, pointing to the black eye he now sported from that incident involving the window.
"It's not you're fault Gamatatsu…I should have known she'd ask me to make it so her face would shine instead of being able to see things so clearly outside," the young boy sighed. He'd kept his name of Uchiha, and knew that was one of the few things of his old life he got to keep…his life was the second, yet the third and fourth were the only two he couldn't do without. Gamatatsu had watched out for him, since Itachi could care less. Pakkun had once been his father's watch-dog, yet was more of a coward than anything else. His only two friends…those were the only people he had left. "So how are things going as street performers," The Uchiha asked with a laugh to the toad and dog who gave sheepish grins. They had one dream, and that was to perform for his highness…yet considering how whenever they managed to land a gig somewhere, they were more often than not, tossed out because they were talking animals.
Their lack of response told him the answer as he silenced himself and began to stare out at the stars, wondering if maybe…one day, someone might come and take him all away form this pain. Upon the far side of the kingdom, a young man stood unaware, staring at the same stars the Uchiha was. This young man bore darkened skin with three whisker marks accentuating each of his rounded cheeks. His deep blue eyes were caught up in the reflection of the stars as his thickly tangled blonde hair blew in the wind.
