Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
(A/N):Ohkay. So this is just something I came up when I had writer's block, ironically. I've realised I'm quite the fan of psycho/druggie Sasuke. Hope you enjoy. Please review and stuff. No flames plllleeeaasssee.
Sasuke had always been pale and dark. He had always been beautiful in the way a broken bird was beautiful. He was the shattered glass that pretended to be diamonds.
He walked down the street with a cigarette between his lips. The smoke blossomed in his face with every puff then floated thickly into the night. His hood was pulled over his head and he walked with his hands in his pockets.
He approached a shadowed man leaning against the wall of the alleyway. When he came face to face with the dark character he lifted his arm and rubbed his two fingers together.
The dark character nodded and shoved himself off the wall.
"How much?" Sasuke asked.
"How much do you want?" Asked the drug dealer.
"How much do you have?"
The drug dealer sighed, "Fuck all this ambigious bullshit. I have coke. I have a fuck load of coke. How much are you willing to give me and I'll decide how much I'm willing to give you,"
Sasuke fidgeted a little. He had always be the least trusting of drug dealers and he wasn't particularly trusting to begin with but he needed this. He needed this badly.
He pulled out his wallet and tossed it at the dealer who caught it effortlessly. He opened it up and whistled.
"Jesus. I'll give you my whole stash for this," He choked on greed.
"How much do you have?" Sasuke asked again.
The drug dealer snorted, "Enough to kill yourself."
Sasuke gave a small, half smile that the drug dealer didn't notice. He handed Sasuke a tin and he held it in the palms of his hands before he pocketed it.
He nodded in thanks and walked away but not before the drug dealer called out to him,
"Take care of yourself."
Sasuke stared at him for a while, wondering why he cared then realised that it was because he now held his entire life fortune in his grubby, tobacco stained hands. Sasuke gave a curt, brutish nod and walked off.
As he walked down the street, he played with the tin in his hands. He promised himself he would count to one hundred before he had his first hit but he only got up to fifty.
He didn't even bother to line it up neatly. It just put a small amount in his hands and sniffed it in. Immediately, his nose began to burn and his felt his eyeballs begin to itch. The high was amazing and he breathed a sigh of relief as he gazed at his illuminated world through bloodshot eyes.
He took another hit
Then another…
And another…
Until, suddenly, he couldn't feel his mouth anymore. He wanted to claw his face off. He wanted to run and he wasn't sure if he physically did or if his mind was just racing, up and down the boundaries of his skull, scraping and chewing and biting its way on to his skin till it boiled.
He felt blood pour out of his nose, and his eyes, and his ears until finally he collapsed and there was a wall of people around him, all strangers, all concerned and curious.
Sasuke Uchiha hadn't written a word in three years. He was meant to be a writer; one of the best but instead he was a junkie, a druggie and just a little bit of a whore.
But ever since his brother's death he hadn't been able to write a single word. His brother had basically raised him but when Sasuke was barely eighteen years old his brother had just vanished off the face of the earth and everyone presumed he was dead.
Sasuke had been published at fourteen. Ever since then, he had been the pampered little writer with a red, plush cushion under his golden mind that bubbled with fantastic stories. Everyone loved him when the words poured out easily but the second, the very second, that eternal fountain stopped, their love stopped too. Sasuke had no one. His parents were long dead.
Sasuke had always been fond of drugs. He had smoked his first cigarette at eleven. He had been popping pills since he was thirteen. That was the thing about a parent-less household.
You could do whatever the fuck you wanted.
People said he was genius and that a tortured mind led to a tortured body but all Sasuke wanted to do was pluck out the mind they seemed to crave and be normal and sane.
Above all, Sasuke wanted to be sane.
Sasuke Uchiha woke up in hospital three days later. He felt terrible. Every part of his body ached. When he tried to move he discovered that there was tube down his mouth.
"Don't move." Said a soft voice, "I'll get all these things out of you."
Sasuke didn't move but he could feel a needle slide out his arm then the tube down his throat eased out slowly to reveal the intern.
Sasuke breathed in hoarsely and began to cough. He rolled over as he heaved and the intern gripped his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" She said and Sasuke could almost taste the sincerity in her voice.
"Fuck off." He said slowly and she quickly removed her hands.
"I'm sorry," She said, "But it's my job to make sure you're okay."
"FUCK OFF!" He shouted and threw a pillow in her general direction. He heard her scuttle away from the room. He collapsed on the bed again. He felt exhausted. He didn't know why he had reacted so harshly but the second he saw her face it was like something just clicked into place.
He covered his face with his hands and clenched his hair in to two small fists. He tried to hold onto the words that had suddenly blossomed in his mind.
If only it was as easy to live as it was to die.
Sasuke stood up very suddenly. He saw that he was wearing a paper thin hospital gown but when he rummaged in some closets around his room he found the clothes he had been wearing the night he collapsed on the sidewalk. He quickly pulled on his black pants and dark blue shirt then he walked out the room. He took care to act like he was not a patient. It was not difficult now that he was in normal clothes.
He hurried to the nearest exit and when he was hit by the cold, midnight air. He didn't know where he was and he didn't care. He had to get home as soon as possible, get to his computer or at least some paper and a pen, or else he would start clawing the words onto the wall with his fingers.
The girl's eyes swirled like whirlpools in an emerald ocean.
The girl's skin was supple porcelain
The girl
The girl
The headache hit Sasuke like a sledge hammer. He slammed into the wall and clung to the brick. His vision blurred and he began to blink repetitively.
"Uchiha-san? What are you doing out here?" He heard a familiar voice then he felt small warm arms cradle his body.
"I'm taking you back to the hospital!" The voice was stern but when Sasuke gripped her sleeve and looked at her face, he saw her green eyes soften.
"I hate hospitals. I'm fine. Just help me to the nearest train station or something."
The green eyed girl scoffed, "Do you think I'm stupid? You almost died."
"Died?" He asked, genuinely surprised.
"Do you have anyidea how much cocaine was in your system?" She asked him, not unkindly.
Sasuke immediately felt his pockets, "You fuckers took the stash from me."
"Well, I mean, we only saved your life." She hissed.
Sasuke smiled at her. It was his best and worst smile because it was false but it allowed people to hand themselves over to him, this charming boy, so he could manipulate them any way he wished.
"Do you really want me to go back there? I'm a drug addict and that place is nothing but a porcelain toilet for me to sniff crack from."
She faltered and for a moment, Sasuke believe his dazzling smile had worked but then she opened her mouth, smiled, and laughed at him.
"You think I'm going to fall for that?" She asked.
Sasuke glared at her.
She sighed then, "But you're right. I can't put you back in there. You're just going to steal drugs and try to escape again."
Sasuke grinned, "So you'll let me go?"
"Hell no!" She exclaimed and Sasuke's face dropped.
"I'm taking you to my place," She said and began to pull him along, "You don't technically need to be in hospital anymore. You're not dying anymore but you still need medical attention and even if I'm just an intern I can still help you. Also, I think you need some other sort of help. We couldn't find anyone for you and I think someone like you just needs a… somebody."
She stopped talking when she realised that Sasuke was glaring at her.
"I'm sorry…" She said in a small voice, "I didn't… I just meant..."
"What's your name?" He asked suddenly, if only to stop her talking.
She blushed and said, "Saskura."
"Hn." He grunted.
"I know your name already, of course. I took care of you when you were sleeping…' She said before trailing off again.
"Are you seriously kidnapping me?" He asked bluntly.
She laughed, "I'm not kidnapping you. Look, you can barely stand if I let go off you."
They were walking now. Sasuke was using Sakura as a sort of makeshift walking stick. He had her arm slung over her shoulder and they hobbled along together. Where they were going, Sasuke didn't know.
"I can walk by myself?" Sasuke scoffed.
"Why don't we test that theory?" Sakura said and began to move away from him. Immediately, Sasuke felt dizzy and instinctively clung to Sakura's sleeve and making her smirk in victory.
"Do you often take strange patients home with you?" He asked, knowingly flirting. He expected her to blush and look away but she confidentially said,
"Only the pretty ones."
Sasuke gaped at her, "I'm not pretty."
"Oh, shut up, pretty boy." She laughed.
Sasuke found himself laughing with her.
Sakura lived in a very small apartment in the 'bad side' of time. She helped him up the stairs and by the time she unlocked the apartment, Sasuke was exhausted.
"I'm usually not so unfit." He said.
Sakura laughed as she dropped the keys in a bowl by the door and Sasuke flopped on to her couch.
"Don't lie to yourself, Sasuke. I'm training to be a doctor and I took care of you for three days. I noticed that your lungs are in a particularly devastated state of ruin. How long have you been smoking?"
"I started when I was eleven."
Sakura whistled, "You should stop."
Her voice was muffled because she was in another room and when she returned, she draped a blanket gently over Sasuke's half sleeping form.
"Why have you never stopped before?" She asked softly as she knelt by his side.
Sasuke shrugged sleeping, "No one ever asked me to."
"Well, for the sake of your health, and my sanity, please stop smoking."
Sasuke looked into her emerald eyes and said, "Okay."
She smiled and softly kissed his forehead like he was a small boy. He closed his eyes under the touch of her lips.
"I'm going to have to go through withdrawal pretty soon." He said without opening his eyes.
She stroked his raven hair, "I know. I'll help you through it. You don't have to go back to the hospital."
"Thank you," He said then paused, "Why are you being so kind to me? We barely know each other."
Sakura shrugged, "It looked like you needed a somebody."
At that point, Sasuke must have fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes, it was completely dark and he was alone.
For a moment, he shivered.
Then he sat up, feeling the words that had drilled through him alive in his veins again. He went to a desk and picked up a pencil and a pen and wrote until he ran out of paper then, he wrote on the table surface and then on the walls until the blunt pencil finally snapped. He rummaged around for a pen, found a permanent marker and continued to write on the walls until they were covered in dark marks.
Only then, did Sasuke step back and admire his work.
And it was only after that that he realised that Sakura was going to kill him.
He sighed. He felt worn out again. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was true that he was relieved. He couldn't believe how easily the words came now. With a smile, he remembered the pinkette and, with a smirk, stalked to her room like a ghost in this stranger's apartment.
He opened the door with a creak and stood over her while she slept.
She shifted as she began to wake up and Sasuke began to panic, thinking he should leave but then realising it was too late.
"Sasuke..?" She muttered, "What's wron-,"
"Wait, he said. Don't stay anything. Pretend you're still asleep. This will be easier for me if you pretend you're still asleep."
She stared at him for a while then slowly closed her eyes as if she was sleeping. Sasuke bent over her and gently pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were soft and moved gently to his. When he pulled away he leaned his forehead against hers and said,
"I fucked up your walls."
