AN: So what's up readers? It's yo gurl Shamelessgraderepeater here! NARUTO AIN'T MINE INCASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED. OH and this chapter will be short.
Chapter 1
The massive oat gloop that hugged onto the oversized spoon carefully, yet slowly plopped its way down onto my sectioned, stainless steel tray.
"D'ya want some more?" A raspy voiced, apple figured mammoth lady asked. I shook my head, making my way down the sea of orange jumpsuits sitting on miniscule chairs. The orange jumpsuits never flattered anyone other than the caramel skinned man with the blonde hair sitting at the back. I dropped my tray beside his and sat down, pulling up my jumpsuit a little. It was slightly oversized.
"Man, the food here is disgusting. Whatcha gon' do now that you've served yo sentence."
"Get a life," I mumbled, stirring the thick, oaty mess on my plate. I reached over for the milk to thin out the heavy breakfast. It shouldn't even be called breakfast. It was like a fucking concoction of choking hazard. Prison life made me lose weight.
"The fuck does that mean? You can't get a job dumbass," Killer Bee stated. I faced him, staring into his shades.
"When you're me, you can get anything done."
Killer Bee snorted.
"And how are you gon' do that? You're my home boy 'n' all but sometimes I wonder if you're one crazy ass motherfucker."
I smirked at his comment, finally deciding to take a spoonful of this shitty oatmeal. As per usual, the after taste was bad.
"Secret. I'll send you some stuff when I head back home. You only have 2 months left, don't fuck shit up for yourself. I'm out."
I dropped the spoon into the still thick mixture and dumped the contents into the bin. I left the tray stacked up neatly and walked down the musty, grey concrete hallways until an officer came by and monitored me.
"The hell are you doing here?" He asked, squaring his beer belly against me, his sweat and random hairs on his face visible. His thick glasses were slightly dirty.
"About to leave."
"Oh really? Who the fuck are you smartass because I never asked what you were trying to do, did I?"
I looked at this man who merely came up to my shoulder in height with disgust.
"I'm Sasuke Uchiha. My sentence has officially finished. I'm fucking leaving now."
The officer who looked as if he was in his mid forties stepped to the side and disappeared as I got my grey duffel bag and walked down the long corridor. There were two guards standing on the other side of the gate with guns.
"Who the fuck are you? What the fuck do you want dipshit?"They rudely asked. Everyone is rude in jail. Fucking jokes.
"It's Sasuke Uchiha."
Their facial expressions changed as my face popped up on the system and they let me through. The cool fresh air hit me. The emptiness of the sandy surrounding eased my mind a little. Being in the middle of nowhere makes you ponder… All I needed to do was visit the man, get my shit and live again.