Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
(Warning: dark fic.)
Alerion
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Part the First:
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Anodyne
He was the perfect child. He never smoked, never cheated, never lied. He was the perfect child, and all for parents who were already dead. Still, he was perfect for them, and he promised himself never to change.
That is, until the day Naruto showed up to college high, and he learned that while he may strive to be perfect, he could not fight against destiny.
And so destiny crept in, its many jagged edges tearing apart everything, its black gaze set infinitely, its mouth gaping, swallowing, devouring…
And, piece by piece, destiny ensued chaos upon his world.
Bells chimed off in the distance. A church, perhaps. Maybe someone was getting married. Or, for that matter, maybe it was the chiming of sorrow, and someone had died.
Sasuke folded his arms across his chest and frowned slightly. If Naruto did not arrive within the next minute, Sasuke would make sure no elegant bells would chime at the blonde's funeral.
A person yawned, deep and wholesome, ten feet behind him.
Sasuke turned around and narrowed his eyes at the sleepy figure that was now presented before him. "Where have you been? Class is about to start."
Naruto grinned, the corners of his mouth pulling out slowly. "Sasuke," he said, his voice raspy (instantly, Sasuke was alarmed - the blonde never called him by his first name), "you won't believe what I got last night."
The Uchiha smirked slightly. "What, your first lay? Congratulations."
Naruto didn't even seem to hear him. Instead, his glazed eyes shifted to focus on a nearby tree, and his smile grew; but it grew as if moving through mud. "Nah, man. Something completely different." His fingers twitched, and then clenched. His eyes turned back to the Uchiha. They were bloodshot. "I got my first high."
Sasuke froze.
Naruto continued, eyes glassy, smile wide, hands shaking, "I got my first high, and it was the best thing I've ever done."
Naruto was a stimulant addict. Although he'd once said he'd tried LSD, and preferred not to be thrown into a hallucination for seven straight hours. His first was marijuana, but then again, Naruto never was the one to go for depressants. He loved the rush of cocaine, he said, the euphoria of ecstasy. At raves, he'd maybe even take a hit of crystal meth, just for the heck of it.
He wanted his body to be alive with awareness, he explained.
And Sasuke would always, always remember what his best friend had said on his first day of hell: "I got it from this one girl. She had the craziest hair - pink, if I remember - and the brightest green eyes you've ever seen. And her name…her name was…"
For a moment, Naruto's eyes flashed clear.
"Her name was Sakura."
His first rave was the second mark of his blooming chaos.
Naruto's eyes were bright with expectation that night as he drove down what seemed like endless darkened streets. They were a good fifty miles from home, but the blonde claimed it was worth the drive. The place, Naruto had said, was simply called "Paradise from Within." It was located in the basement of an abandoned cigarette factory, and in all its two years of existence, the police had still not caught on.
Naruto led him through a hole in the chain-link fence surrounding the grey building and into the open door of the factory. Inside, various different machines were lined against one another, and a steady haze filled the stagnant air.
"Come on," Naruto urged. He was eager.
Sasuke frowned, but followed still to a hidden stairwell in the corner of the immense room. From there, he could feel the pulse of music and smell the acrid stench of marijuana.
Down he went.
"There she is," Naruto shouted (compared to the overwhelming techno music and crowd, his voice seemed like a whisper). His blue eyes were steadily focused on a girl dancing in the middle of the group, transfixed with wonder and admiration.
Sasuke followed his gaze.
And there stood the very object of his torment.
For a split second, he saw her. She was beautiful, intoxicating in the way she swayed back and forth, her hips moving and arms pumping above her head. She wore a black tank top and grey shorts that Sasuke swore were the length of other girls' underwear. Her hair was shoulder-length and pink, with many layers and slash-cut bangs that slanted across her left eye, nearly shielding it whole. Her eyes, so intensely green, were focused on her partner of the moment: a tall man with black hair shot through with artificial red. As the music quickened, she pressed her body against him, and, as his arms came to wrap around her waist, pressed her mouth to his.
And then the rest of the crowd moved, and she was lost amongst the moving, grinding, sweating bodies.
"So she's the one?" he asked, turning to Naruto, whose gaze was still focused on the crowd.
"Yep," the blonde answered, his eyes filled with obvious lust. "That's Sakura."
anodyne
\AN-uh-dyn\ , adjective;
- serving to relieve pain; soothing.
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