Alrighty people, I know I shouldn't be making a new story now since I finally got off of my lazy procrastinating ass and started updating my other stories…but I finally figured out how I wanted to start this story, so I thought "What the hell…" and decided to type it up while it was fresh in my mind. In other words…I am trying to save myself from forgetting, which is a really good thing for me, and who knows. If you like it…you get to read it sooner.
Just remember, if you like it comment, but this story might be changed and adjusted more than the others, and I might/will switch between the I format and the she format, and possibly other character's POV…just a warning.
Oh, and if you review…don't give me crap about CD players being old school or something, cuz I personally hate those small little carpal tunnel inducer things you call MP3 players and Ipods. (I tried them once and I hated scrolling through all the songs and pressing the TINY buttons)
Sorry if I sound a little bitchy…I've been a little "hormonal" lately and have had to experience tons of mood swings. Ah the joys of being a teenager…
Disclaimer: (Yes, I actually remembered to do this…finally) I do not own Naruto, nor do I own the song Toxicity or Spiders, that belongs to the geniusness of SOAD.
Conversion, software version 7.0 Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub
"Honey?" a delicate feminine voice calls out to my unresponsive form.
My finger moves slightly in order to adjust the volume on my CD player so I can drown out her voice with my already blaring music.
Eating seeds as a past time activity, the toxicity of our city, of our city
"Darling, we're almost there…"
She touches me now, a hesitant fluttering of her fingertips against the fabric on my baggy black sweatpants.
I flinch at the touch, snapping my eyes open to send her a hateful glare.
She backs down and pulls back her hand.
Now somewhere between the sacred silence, sacred silence and sleep
I hiss in aggravation and slump down onto my side so my shoulder is now pressed against the cool metal of the door and on the ledge right below the window. My somewhat visible pale legs are slightly bent on the leather seat with my bare foot nonchalantly hanging off of the edge of it, and my eyes…well, my eyes are where they always are.
Out.
As far out and away as I can get them from the current claustrophobia of my life, in other words, they're staring out the window.
Lush trees, wet from continuous rain, whip past my window in a blur of green, leaving only smudges of shadows along the roads as they pass. The sky is cloudy and gray, sending rumbles of thunder loud enough for me to feel as vibrations in my gut. I would say that there is sunlight breaking through the clouds here and there, but I cannot tell through the tainted glass of the limo's window.
I sigh again and adjusting my headphones.
More wood for their fires, loud neighbors; flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
My finger traces the cold buttons of the music player until they reach the Skip button and press down lightly causing the next song to come blaring in my ears.
The piercing radiant moon, the storming or poor June, all the life running through her hair.
Now in my comfort zone, I slowly bring the volume of the music down.
Listening to Spiders on low volume has always helped me relax.
I am not nervous.
I'm just fidgety.
We've been in this limo nonstop for almost four hours. Now that I was told it's almost over the fidgetiness has only gotten worse.
Dreams are made winding through my head
A raindrop splats against my window and the wind drags the water in smears against the glass. I follow it with my eyes, absorbing the sight of it, only to then watch it disappear just as suddenly as it had appeared.
Another drop explodes on the surface, trailing its fluids in a long tail as it descends.
Fingers reach up, and soon I find myself with my pointer finger pressed against the cool glass, following the path the small water spot has taken.
As my hand reaches the ending of the window's glass, so does the raindrop, and it is forcible ripped from the only thing holding it down to earth by the merciless wind.
Rain…is rather…depressing.
The limo turns from the gravel road onto a smoothly paved one, causing me to lean slightly in my seat to avoid falling over, the woman does the same.
I look out the window and my heart slightly sinks.
The trees are not as beautiful now.
They're perfect and symmetrical; evenly spaced throughout the sides of the road.
They feel…fake.
My eyes drift back to the woman sitting across from me. She's been staring at me this whole time.
"Are you up then?" she asks with a tentative smile.
I keep my unchanging gaze on her a while longer before bringing my knees up to my chin, letting my eyes wander to my toes.
They're pink and pale and the same time, and my nails are painted with a shade of dark maroon. I move them a bit until they manage to catch what little light is coming in through the windows. They're not very amusing, but out of all the options in this car at the moment, they are most likely the most interesting thing here.
I wonder what it's like to be skin.
…never seeing or hearing…
… just feeling.
It must be lucky to not have to worry about what the world looks like. All that really matters is whether something is hot or sharp. Even then, when hurt and bleeding, the pain soon passes and is replaced by a scab, heals, and is forgotten.
Nothing really matters, nothing has great importance.
All they have to do is exist.
Perhaps I as well…wish to be like…
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the separation glass being rolled down as the chauffeur presses the button.
He looks back at us with eyes covered by dark sunglasses.
He doesn't smile.
The woman that calls herself my mother turns around and smiles brightly at him.
He remains grim.
"We've arrived." is all he says before returning the glass to where it was originally.
I feel the limo jerk forward a bit as it stops, and the next thing I hear is a car door being shut.
My finger wavers, finally deciding to press the Stop button twice, completely shutting down the music emitting softly from the device.
Silence.
It's very uncomfortable now, and I find myself biting my lip in response.
Fabric shuffles in front of me, breaking the awkward silence of the car.
The woman turns toward me with a fake essence of excitement.
"Such awful weather we're having today. Try not to get too wet Dear, I don't want you getting sick. Oh, Honey, why don't you take off that hat and show off your hair! You have such lovely hair…"
I pull my black beanie tighter over my head. All of that lovely hair she was talking about has been tucked securely inside, not a strand is hanging out.
Just the way I like it.
Our door opens up now letting in a cold, wet, blast of air, causing me to slightly wince, revealing the chauffeur standing patiently in the soaking rain, waiting for us to get out.
He's already saturated to the bone from the suddenly pouring rain.
At first the woman doesn't know what to do. She stares out into the pouring field past the window, then at the chauffer, then back to me with a look or defeat on her face.
"Don't worry about the rain, Madam, I have an umbrella ready for you to step out of the car."
His voice is numb, like he's trying very hard to hold back the sound of his chattering teeth.
I don't blame him. It must be freezing in the pouring rain wearing only a suit.
She smiles at him again and steps out of the car. The man holds the umbrella steady for her, gently shutting the door with professional skill, and leads her to the back of the car to help retrieve some of her luggage.
I adjust myself and to lean out toward the back window, watching the couple curiously.
My heart goes out to the chauffeur as the ecstatic woman tries to make him laugh by telling him of one of her many amusing memories. I can hear it way over here in the car.
Closing my two eyes, I try to imagine what this place must be like.
The rain echoes off the ceiling and windows. The scent of freshly mowed grace is intensified by the fresh rain.
Dead.
This place smells dead.
Perfection is mandatory; imperfections are killed and discarded in order to complete the artificial beauty.
A place like this…
My torso starts sliding sideways, dragging the rest of me with, directly toward the black seat cushion.
I don't brace myself, and land on it with a thud.
I fell.
But, I wonder, can you still call it falling when you've seen it starting to happen, yet did nothing to stop it when you could have, on your own free will?
My eyes open again, staring, and not staring, at the fabric of the seat as it rises higher, towering over me, who lays nearly a foot below.
Though I look at it with out blinking, I couldn't even tell you the colors of the thread. My eyes are merely open, not devouring every detail possible.
Now…
The threading mixes in with the next, forming a crisscross pattern.
Blue.
Every other thread is blue.
Funny.
The moment you realize you aren't looking, you immediately do, and before you notice…
…you have already eaten everything with your eyes.
A small saddened smile graces my lips.
How is that for ironic?
Tap! Tap! Tap!
That woman is knocking on the glass.
I give her the benefit of a tilt of the head in her direction.
She repays me with a summoning wave of her hand, before walking away with the chauffer, his sheltering umbrella above her.
I need to get up now, don't I?
I sigh and struggle to make myself vertical again.
I've gotten very stiff from this trip; I'll need a hot shower to get relaxed again.
I reach down and grab a small black Nike duffel bag off of the floor, and swing it onto my back like a backpack. Then I return my hand to the ground to retrieve my discarded socks and shoes, clumsily putting them back on.
Grabbing the ice cold metal handle of the door, I push and watch it swing open.
One foot…
Both feet…
I step out into the pouring rain, immediately starting to soak.
The rain pierces me like pinpoint-sharp spears.
They tear through me, embedding themselves in the grass behind me, leaving me with only the wound of cold.
Walking a few steps before turning around to return the door to its cage, I carry on.
My hands are cold, so I shove them in my back pockets trying to warm them, even though my pants are soaked through with water.
The two adults are far ahead of me, but the distance is shortening.
The chauffer does not walk fast.
Even if it could mean illness, he still chooses to retain his servant like form.
My face turns toward the sky, getting pelted by the rain.
One lands in my eye, sliding down my chin like a tear, along with all the other drops of falling water.
A shattering image of lightning streaks across the sky, lighting it momentarily in a bright flash.
Has my face been illuminated too?
Who knows.
The tense aching in my neck gets worse, so I return it to a lower position and continue walking, only to realize I was at my destination.
A large white wall…
…that is not a wall.
Thunder sounds all the way to my stomach, making the white mass before me more ominous.
Pillars.
Six of them, all supporting the massive white building.
Gray clouds block my view of the top, but it is safe to assume it is three stories tall.
I see few windows.
It's like the building is a cage, incapable of producing light, yet taunting its captives with its look, keeping them content.
A redwood door is encased in shadows far into a pathway leading through two of the gleaming beams.
Where I'm standing, this building looks like a demon, catching all light, and keeping it no matter how hard it begs to be let go.
"Honey…"
The woman is standing under the overhanging shelter of the roof, right next to the redwood door. The chauffer had already gone inside, on the permission of her.
"Let's go inside now, shall we? It's time to meet everyone." she urges with a forced smile.
I slightly nod, just to calm her quavering nerves, walking forward.
The moment I'm under the balcony like roof, the rain is immediately cut off form me, and I'm washed over with a sudden chill.
Seeing me coming, the woman disappears through the doorway.
I fallow soon afterward.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." came the happy filled voice of the woman.
The door shuts behind me with a loud echoing THUD!
I sense eyes on me.
I counter with my own eyes searching for the source.
They wander around a shell of a room, large and open, with barely anything inside.
It resonates of a golden color, the floors, the ceiling, the walls…they all reek of it.
Expensive looking antique vases atop elegantly carved wooden dressers, beautiful silken curtains covering what little windows there are, a large fireplace at the foot of a large double grand staircase, and at the base…
I freeze.
I've found the eyes that have been burning holes into my soul.
Dark onyx eyes covered by midnight black hair, gleaming like a forbidden treasure.
Cold…heartless…
…yet they belonged to the most stunning faces I've ever seen.
The two of them look alike, definitely brothers…
The older looking one, leaning against the railing of the stair case with his arms tightly folded across his chest, appears to be in his later teens. He has a slightly darker complexion than his younger self, seems to have a great sense of self control, and a wisdom that not many people his age could, yet his face is firm and threatening …
He's just like his chauffer…
…no smile, just a grim expression.
The second, younger, one is even more stunning.
His complexion is whitely pale, even against the white staircase he's sitting crouched upon, almost like he's sick, and the way he holds himself, it's as if he's closed himself off from the world…yet he's ready to defend himself from anything that enters his space. And his face…its heart shaped…and looks like it's from a marbled angel statue.
Both of them seem to give off an aura of nobility, and can back it up with their looks…
…and their stares, both of which are glaring at me…
"Baby, these are your new brothers," the woman suddenly says from her place right next to me. She raises a soft hand and points toward the darker skinned male. "Itachi, he's seventeen, and Sasuke. Sasuke is your age, Honey, fifteen years old. I know you two are going to be very close. Oh, and you'll get to meet my new husband tomorrow!" she adds with a small giggle, even though she is trying hard to hold in her excitement.
They continue to look me over, though Sasuke is slightly taken back by what the woman said about the two of us being "close", trying to decide what exactly I am to them.
As their glances increase in intensity, I start to get self conscious, and, on instinct, adjust the Nike bag strapped on my back with my elbow
They are godlike creatures who live in a high palace.
I am merely an intruder in their realm.
I stare down at my attire; baggy black sweatpants, a big bulky black sweater with the logo for a local sports shop, and a dark beanie completely covering my head, sneakers covered in mud and water from my walk over to the house from the car…
In fact…
…I'm completely wet.
Rain water is dripping down off my face from my soaked through hat, and my clothes are sticking to me tightly, making it hard to turn without the fabric feeling uncomfortable.
I glance behind me.
The floor is wet too, like someone dragged a saturated towel along it.
I turn back to the two overwhelming gods.
I feel small.
And I'm cold.
Freezing actually…
A chill hangs in the air, and I find myself shivering.
I bring my hands up to start rubbing my arms slightly, trying to heat them up.
"You should take a shower before you catch a cold."
I stop moving and snap my attention back to the gods.
"Unfortunately, our bathrooms are currently being remodeled by a designer, so I'm afraid we don't have one for you to use." It's Itachi who's talking. His voice is like velvet. Smooth and pleasing, yet I get an ominous feeling that he is rather harsh with his voice at times too. "You're welcome to use the bathroom in either Sasuke or my suites, if that would suit your need."
Sasuke makes a sound like a disagreeing snort, turning slightly so he wouldn't have to look at me.
"I wouldn't want to be a burden." I say in return. To them, I'm sure it sound like a polite return to his offer, but in fact, I have put in a slight sense of sarcasm and malice into it.
I do not like these people.
"Darling, you're going to get sick if you don't take a hot shower, that rain was freezing and you were out there longer than I was, and all you have is that wet sweater!" the woman cries. She shows off her attire slightly so that I can see that she is wearing a thicker designer raincoat.
"If you don't feel comfortable using our private showers, we have a gardener who lives in a cabin out back. I'm sure he'd be willing to lend you his." Sasuke says suddenly, voice dripping in a tone that screams insult and sarcasm.
I glare at him, slightly hissing under my breath.
I give a mock bow of respect. "I'll be taking my leave then."
With that, I spin on my heals and spring for the door, rushing to get out of that room as fast as I can.
It's not raining as much anymore, nor as hard at least, but to me that makes things worse, for a wind has picked up and my soaked frame has been refrozen against me.
My shoes scuffle against the paved sidewalk as I follow it to the back of the house.
The trees out here aren't as perfect as the ones in the front, but they're still unnatural, and I can't help but quicken my pace at the sight of them.
Then I see it.
A small log cabin, maybe only the size of a little house, wedged in between two giant evergreens.
I quicken my pace again.
The sidewalk is cut off by a wooden porch ejecting itself from the rest of the cabin, I walk along it until I find a small tanish brown door.
I knock quickly five times.
While I'm waiting for an answer I let my eyes wander around the building. There are windmills nailed into the porch so they stay vertically upright at all times, and there's a red fan like object, or perhaps it's a decoration, placed against the wall on the left side of the door. When I take a closer look I realize it's decorated with a scene of a setting sun over a lake, a lone heron getting ready to take flight atop the waters.
A gust of wind blows, making me so cold my teeth chatter.
I hit my knuckles against the wood of the door again, this time louder, faster, and longer.
I keep doing so until I finally hear a clicking behind it, and watch as it opens up revealing…
"What do you want!? I was eating my ramen you know! Come back later, idiot!"
I stare, stunned, at the loud mouthed boy in front of me.
He appears to be my age, but looks a lot younger because of the childish scowl placed on his face. He's definitely not like the brothers of the mansion. No, this one has tan skin, and a bright shade of blonde hair, so blonde it's safe to call it golden. The boy is annoyed, irritated, and annoying all rolled into one as he waits for my response.
I stutter an illegible amount of sounds.
"What's your problem?" he asked, getting really pissed off at me. He crossed his arms and leans his shoulder against the frame of the door, slightly bending his legs as he did.
It was then I realize he's only wearing a pair of green frog boxers.
I look away.
"I need to borrow your shower." I mumble.
He gives me a look.
"You need to what?"
"I need to borrow your shower!" I say louder, managing to look at him this time without stuttering.
"Who are you and where are you from?" he demands suddenly.
I'm taken back.
"I'm supposed to be living in the Uchiha mansion as of today, but it poured as I got out of my car and I got all wet and now I'm freezing." I hiss.
"Why don't you just use one of the Uchiha's showers…they've got like…five." he said after a while, counting the number of showers off of his fingers.
"They're remodeling them, and the only ones left were the ones privately used by Itachi and Sasuke, and like hell am I gonna use those!" my voice gets louder as I continue on.
Upon hearing the name Sasuke, the boy in front of me tensed.
He relaxes shortly after and stares at me, inspecting me.
Observing my drowned looking condition, he gives a grunt like sigh and stands up strait again, and backs away from the door enough to leave a squeeze through space under his arm, his other one waving me inside.
He grunts again. "What type of idiot stands out in the rain anyway… Idiot!" he continues as I walk through the door. "You better not be a pervert or something, I'm warning you. I've got a kettle of boiling hot water and I'm not afraid to use it!"
His house is a complete mess.
Empty boxes of instant noodles are overflowing the counters, dirty clothes, garbage, and other unidentifiable things litter everywhere else. I have to step over a glass plate on the floor just to follow him.
"Shower's in the back." he says boredly, swinging his head in the general direction of where "back" was, then wandering back to the kitchen where another bowl of instant noodles awaited him.
I nod and head over there, avoiding stepping on anything too disgusting while I travel.
Somehow I manage to find it.
I sigh in relief.
It's not as bad as I had hoped.
Mildew stains are everywhere, the toilet seat is up and un-flushed, but the sink was relatively clean with just a bottle of toothpaste and a toothbrush accompanying it.
I throw the duffel bag into a corner before I turn toward the small shower located in the corner, the I reach out to the pull back its gray curtain.
I start the water, turning it to High on the warmth meter.
The moment the hot water stars coming out, I get a huge shiver.
Realizing now how incredibly cold I was, I immediately start to strip out of my soaking clothing. I pull of my hat letting my hair shaggily fall down, my sweater came off after a few seconds of trial, then my Slipknot shirt after that. I recheck the water before I do anything else to make sure it's warm enough, then continue stripping. After a minute of tug of war with my shoes and sweatpants, I manage to get those off too.
When I finish getting ready I step into the shower, where hot water waits for me at the bottom of it.
It burns my feet at first, but the feeling is like heaven after my cold encounter with the rain. When fully inside I close the curtain and press down the lever to start the shower.
It comes out in a spray of Tension-Away.
Every ache in my body from the car ride is replaced by a calming happy feeling that I haven't felt for a while as the sensations of warmth beats down on my naked skin.
I wanted to stay here forever.
Unfortunately I soon became completely warm again, much too fast for my liking, yet I decided not to waste the gardener's water, and turned off its supply. I reach for a towel that I hope is clean, but then again, it doesn't really matter to me that much how clean it is, as long as it was dry, then stepped out.
Wrapping the towel around myself, I reach down and collect all my wet clothes, then grab my duffel bag to fish out fresh, dry ones.
I manage to find a red sleeveless, form fitting T-shirt, a comb, and a pair of jean shorts. To my incredibly surprise, I also find my pair of dark brown leathered sandals. After slipping on this new attire, drying off the somewhat wet floor with the towel, hanging it up to dry, and combing my hair in the foggy mirror, I head out the door to leave.
The blonde haired loud mouthed boy is still sitting at the table slurping way at his, most likely, third ramen when I walk by him.
I utter a "Thanks for the shower!" to him, and reach for the door leading to the outside world, however, before I do I am interrupted by a loud thud.
I spin around to find the noise.
The blonde had fallen off his chair onto the floor, and he's staring at me like I'm a ghost.
"Y-y-y-you're-" came his stuttering.
"Yes? I'm a what?"
"You're a girl!?" he screams.
I give him a blank stare, trying to figure out myself if this kid was actually being serious or not. I decide not to let it bother me and start head out the door.
A gust of wind bursts in as I open it, catching and entangling my long pink hair as it does.
Sorry this is such a long chapter, I just wanted all this to happen in the first chapter. My other chapters to this won't be as long, I swear!
Please tell me what you think, but I just hope people read it.
I know Sakura is way out of character, but you'll learn why that is as the story goes on. Hope you liked it!