AN: Ok…. I promised not to write up new stories but hell, I couldn't help it… this is just human.. no special powers that I plan to put into it… maybe later? I dunno.. u guys let me know what you want ne?
Sasuke walked down the dirty street alone, the early hours of the morning leaving the place almost entirely deserted. Not a soul in sight, and the distant rumble above the sky scrapers let it be known that a storm would soon be hitting the city. The wind picked up, and Sasuke quickened his step, hoping that he would be able to find a place he could crawl under to avoid the worst. This time of year, the storms could get nasty, blocking off sight and sound. All in all, it was dangerous to be out and in plain sight for someone who had no where to go.
He passed by a store, peeking in and blinded by the sick, white neon shine coming from within, one of the stores that was open 24 hours. He spotted food on the shelves, wrapped onigiri, shining in their plastic wraps, the buzz of the air conditioner could be heard from where he stood, salivating at the sight before him.
How long was it since he had eaten? One, maybe two days? His stomach was twisting with pain, a pain which he was by now used to ignoring. Still, those muffins laid out on the counter did look good, and they were cheap…
He reached into his pocket, finding nothing there, a wave of fear washed over him before he realized that the two dollars he had were in his backpack. With a sigh of relief, he threw the dirty bag on the ground and ravaged inside the contents for the small wallet he carried there.
He located the desired bag and peeked into the contents; there was a shitload of small change, stuff he picked up off the streets. Others threw out the small change they got, mumbling curses about people being cheap. He took those meagre offerings with shame, but he decided to survive, every penny counted. He was in no position to call on his pride, that had long been washed away with the dirty gutter he now called home.
Spilling the pennies onto his hand, he counted out the most likely price of the food, and then, taking a deep breath, he pushed open the clean glass door.
The light there was even more blinding than it was outside, he scrunched up his eyes, blinking to clear his vision, he finally looked around. The first thing he noticed was the clerk, a young man, sitting behind the counter, reading some book. The boy had on an expression of fear that bordered on disgust. He hated him on sight.
As he walked up to the counter, the youth stammered out about not having any free food. "I'm not here to beg you." He spat angrily, taking out the change and slamming it on the counter. The boy jumped in surprise of the sudden outburst.
He nodded his head at the muffins. "How much?"
"Dollar twenty five" the boy stammered out.
Sasuke picked out the right amount, shoving the rest into his pocket, grabbed a blueberry muffin and headed out without a word. Outside it had already begun to drizzle, and it as getting harder by the minute.
He ran to the nearest door that happened to have a caving, keeping him from being completely soaked. With shaking fingers he unwrapped the muffin and took a bite, his dry throat at first gritting against the food, but salivating soon enough, he managed to swallow the first bite, he wolfed down the rest in seconds. Noting how that only made his stomach growl for more, pangs of painful longing filling him before he had the chance to recover himself.
He crouched down into himself, trying to warm up his shivering body, and closed his eyes. This was not how he used to live, this was not how he wanted to live. Wondering the streets, begging for scraps of food or small change, a cigarette where he would find one not completely finished. No. Once upon a time he was a happy child with a loving family, a wealthy family, whose name was respected and taken into account. He was such a fool then, loving, believing and trusting… such a fool.
But all that was gone now, the only remnants of the life he led were the graves that he visited from time to time, placing hand picked flowers against the cold stones. He had no more strength to cry, he only had hate left, and the feeling of unexpressed anger. All boiling down to one person, the one person who took all that away from him, 5 years ago, with one knife. "Itachi" The name on his lips was a bitter curse, and a prayer.
He was snapped out of his musings by a silenced scream from the side alley beside the building he was sheltered under. He peeked out from behind his corner, he could barely see anything, the rain was coming down hard, but he saw two silhouettes moving around, and soft cries. He pulled out his army knife, his only weapon, a dear friend to him, living alone.
He sneaked along the wall, trying to keep undetected by the asshole who was obviously hurting someone.
Finally he was close enough to see more, A youth he knew, a gangster who prowled the streets often, had some young boy in a headlock, laughing cruelly as the smaller boy tried desperately to twist himself free. He had faced him off last week, also for trying to beat up some girl, and had successfully managed to knock him out before his groupies managed to find him. He had learned to run fast.
Now he sneaked closer to the man who had his back turned to him. Whipping out his knife, he had it at the arses throat in a flash. The youth stilled, the laugh dying off at once.
"Had no one told you to never let your guard down?" he hissed in his ear, pressing his blade harder to make his point.
The man let the young boy go, and chuckled. "I could ask you the same question."
That's all he heard before he sensed people behind him. Two huge guys grabbed him from behind, pinning him to the wall, twisting his hand so much that he hissed out in pain as his own blade cut him, involuntarily dropping it.
"Run!" he yelled to the kid, who stood there shaking, plastered to he garbage bin. His eyes widened as he saw the culprit walk up to the kid and drop a dollar into the boys hand, the child immediately running off as fast as he could.
So a dollar is all my life is worth? He mused bitterly. But was brought back to earth when a fist collided with the side of his head. Another coming hard to his stomach, sending him doubling over and coughing up blood.
"That's what you get for interfering with me you little punk!" rasped out the man, grabbing his hair and pulling on it to snap Sasuke's head up. Sasuke glared at him indifferently, defiance clear in his gaze.
The hit he received to his stomach again brought him to his knees, he realize din shock that the man had steel covering his fist.
He trailed his gaze over when the ass picked up his knife and smiling, rammed it all the way in to Sasuke's side.
The ravens eyes widened, blood dripping down his chin, the metallic taste of himself filling his senses. The rain, now pouring, washed it away as it fell, and muffled any sound being made. No on would find him… no one should.
They let him fall, and before he knew it, they were gone. He opened his mouth, gasping for air, and tasted mud, now running in slick ropes over his blood drenched body.
His vision dimmed, and as he closed his eyes, he thanked whoever was up there, for finally ending his misery.
He awoke with a gasp for air, sitting rigidly upright, eyes as wide a saucers, before the sharp pain in his side tore a growl from his lips, his vision still blurred as ever, he reached out blindly with his hand, grasping air, and finally, a strong warm hand caught his, another pressure settled gently at his chest and pushed him back to a horizontal position.
All he saw before passing out was a pair of hazy blue eyes…
AN: And and and…..? Seriously guys, please leave comments... I'm not trying to milk you for praise… in fact, It's better if you let me know if you didn't like/understand something. That way I'm evolving as a writer, I need feedback…. Feedback that will help me improve lol