Here's a new story that I made, inspired by a poem I wrote. Sorry it's so short but it is just the prolouge. I'm pretty sure I spelled that wrong, but I don't have spell check at the moment. Anyway…Enjoy!
Pairing(s): Future SasuNaru or NaruSasu, others undecided.
Beta-ed by Sasuke2006! If you have time please go check out her stories and one-shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Tick Tock.
The sound haunted him.
Tick Tock.
It wouldn't stop.
Tick Tock.
He was almost over the edge.
Tick Tock.
He could see the cliff.
Tick Tock.
Just one more step and he'd be free.
Tick Tock.
He fell to the ground…
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Sasuke sat straight up in bed. His heart was racing and he felt cold sweat sticking to him. He sighed and ran a hand through his raven colored locks. These nightmares were killing him. The young man had never known that a clock could cause so much stress, but he should have known better since Itachi was the one to give it to him.
His eyes narrowed at the thought of his older brother. Itachi had always been trouble and a disappointment to the family. Deciding to take over the family business but abandoning it to pursue witchcraft, that left Sasuke to take over the large book company. Luckily Sasuke was a writer so it didn't interfere too much with his life.
Though as a sorry present Itachi had sent him an expensive grandfather clock. It was in great condition and was marvelously crafted. He decided that he could forgive the one person who understood him to some degree even if he had shamed the family, and accepted the gift.
He regretted his decision.
Apparently Itachi must have cursed him or something, for his life was chaos. The sound of the clock ticking was always in his head. He tried to block it out with work and music, but nothing worked. He'd even catch himself at times moving in time to the ticking of it. It drove him insane. However if he was ever near the clock and could hear it's tick and tock, the sound in his mind would stop. He'd come to three conclusions.
One, the clock was haunted.
Two, Itachi had cursed him.
Three, he had gone insane.
None of them looked all that appealing, but he soon realized after dealing with the never-ending ticking for a month that he'd be doomed to live with it forever.
It didn't stop him from hating it any less though. He could still despise it and curse the clock all hours of the day and night when he found the ticking to be overwhelming and annoying.
He glared at the clock from his bed. It sat in the corner of his room innocently keeping time, pretending as though it wasn't the cause for all his fatigue and paranoia.
His obsidian eyes lowered even more as he realized how he was giving the lifeless clock emotions.
Insanity was a very odd thing indeed.
Sighing he laid back down and closed his eyes, ready do drift back to sleep.
Tick Tock.
He growled as he heard the noise.
Tick Tock.
He really did hate the clock.
To be continued…
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