SilverKyuubi says: Yeah, yeah, I know I should be working on My Kitsune, and I know my number one rule in writing fics is to not do more than one at a time, but I had to put this idea out there. And depending on what you guys think, I might work on this a little bit, and put off My Kitsune for a while. This might be a good thing, so I can gain more inspiration for it later. But anyways, tell me what you guys think of it, give it a shot, you might like it.
This was inspired by the YouTube video "Why do you wake up in the mornings?" by DigitalSoul. You should check his stuff out. It's pretty random, but some of his stuff has good points and opinions. His son is adorable!
Warnings: Umm...for this chapter? Nothing, really. But for future stuff, yaoi, stalkers, psycho fangirls, all that good stuff. XD
Disclaimer: I am SO glad I don't own Naruto, cuz I would probably screw it all up. Don't own, don't profit.
Pairings: SasuNaru, I'll put others up later.
It's un-betaed for now, until I hand it over to her later. I'll post the betaed version up after I get it back.
The title is from the song by Cold.
Enjoy!
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Cure My Tragedy
Prologue: The Move
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Has anyone ever asked you why you wake up every morning?
I've never been asked this question before. Because honestly, before I never really had a reason to get up out of my bed in the morning to face another day. Before, I never wanted to.
It was always another nightmare for me to wake up, where sleep was my one salvation among the other things occuring in my life. Day after day, I would hope that I could remain in the peaceful and oblivious slumber that would take me away from the pain living. I remember a quote from someone once.
"Death is easy. Living takes courage."
Some people might hold true to that quote, as I myself did. Because every day, I had to struggle just to make myself part from the comforting sheets of my bed that offered comfort in itself.
But my reason for getting up had changed. It started to become easier and easier with each passing day, and I never even noticed. I never even realized the point in time where I was actually thrilled to be living, and to have the blood running through my veins.
I never realized the point where I could smile again. Or where I enjoyed sunlight on my skin again. When such bliss filled me, I never worried about the world around me, or the other problems I might face. A new contentment found its way into my once dead heart. And strangely, from the strangest place.
I suppose I should thank the one who became my sun and sky.
Before him, I've never been so eager to leave my bed and greet the day.
My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and this is my story.
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I can't really remember if I was nice or not before my parent's death.
From my point of view, some may be able to understand.
I loved my parents dearly. They were my family, and they loved me unconditionally like any parent would. It's something that is both appreciated and taken for granted in one's life, for I have never missed their love more than I ever have before. But who wouldn't?
I close my eyes for a minute and take a deep breath. 'I can't think about them now.' I tell myself to calm down. I reopen my obsidian eyes as I stare out the window, once again taking notice of the unfamiliar scenery.
It's a long way from home, that's for sure. I'm in the passenger seat, my brother is driving. The grassy fields are foreign to me, being I'm so used to the city. The air is frsh and clean, and the grass is rich with color and flowers. I scowl at the scene.
I hate it.
So cheery. The pink and yellow flowers that are passing me by are almost mocking. Mocking my gloomy mood. I'm like a storm cloud and they are so sunny and happy-like. Whatever.
My frown must have caught the attention of my aniki, as he spoke to me. "You know, little brother, if you keep that expression on, your face will stay glued like that." His eyes were still facing the road.
I turn my head slightly from its rest position on my fist, elbow leaning on the bottom of the window. I glare at him slightly. "You're one to talk," I say, though my voice lacks the emotion that I try to put into it. It's like I'm exhausted, which I am. Emotionally speaking. It's like one of those days where you don't want to do anything except lay down on the couch and watch TV and play video games and eat potato chips until you're tired and then decide to take a nap.
Itachi turns his face slightly to me for a second, before paying attention to the road again, a frown settling on his face.
"You're not making this easy for me, Sasuke. I know you're gonna miss it back at home, but it's good of us to move away from there. Change isn't all that bad. It's time for some fresh air." Geez, this guy thinks he's going to convince me that moving isn't so bad. Well, if that's the case, he's got another thing coming for him later.
"Hn." I tune him out and turn to face the window again, staring at my reflection on the closed window. I'm a naturally pale person, as well as my brother. No matter how many hours or how much sun tan lotion you put on us, we'll never tan. As it is, we are easy to sunburn, a reason I don't really go to the beach that much. But living in a big city, I never really cared much for one in the first place.
Pale skin and dark, black hair run through our family. My face is angular, my eyes are a deep black, raven hair framing my face giving me a mysterious look, and jutting up in the back. I'm 17, and I have a good height of 6'1", and am pretty fair in a fight. Our parents have insisted that both me and my elder brother, Itachi, take martial arts lessons, so I am pretty well endowed. Not overly muscular, and pretty lean. If some would call me handsome, than others would call my brother beautiful. Among other things.
My brother and I look a lot alike. His face olds a more controlled look, more angular than mine, and a type of untouchable aura that makes females and males swoon. His black hair flows perfectly down to his midback, normally tied in a ponytail and extra silky at the nape of his elegant swan neck. His eyes are the same sin black, though some would say a bit colder than mine. But people don't know my brother. He's more human than they think he is.
We've been driving for an hour in a black Lincoln. The moving trucks have already gotten to our new home that I have yet to see. They were assigned to put everything in proper places before time, so that we could just come inside and everything would be set up for us.
Honestly, I know Itachi is trying, but I highly doubt that all of this will work out for me. I'm not the type to be able to accept change as easily as him. Aniki can adapt to anything, as he was supposed to, since he is the heir to the family business, but I just can't. My parents and my brother both made sure to not give me the need to try and adapt to new enviroments. We were all happy the way we were, so there was no need.
Not until last month...
A sigh leaves me as we pass more grassy fields. I try to distract myself with the scenery again, but I only find it annoying and foreign. It just screams 'wrong' to me. I don't understand why we had to move. We were doing perfectly fine.
A let out an inner sigh. I shouldn't get angry over this. And especially not at Itachi. Even at age 22, he hardly knows what to do in this situation, no matter how much of a genius he is. He's just trying to do what he thinks is best, even if I'm not so happy about it. Maybe I'll give this new arrangement a try, if just for him.
He's the only family I have left.
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I stare at the new house that's lying right before us.
Or...new mansion might be a more appropriate word.
A raise an eyebrow at the new living space that we were going to live in. It was a little ways from the city that it was supposedly located in.
"Isn't it beautiful? It hasn't been occupied for many years and was recently renovated. I know it looks a little old, but it had a homey feeling to it." Itachi's face remained impassive as he glanced over at me. Ha...I knew he was worried about whether I liked the old place or not, though I suppose now it hardly mattered, since all of our stuff was moved in and it was a done deal. I found it slightly amusing that he said it had a 'homey feeling'. Boy...Aniki must be pretty desperate.
It had an old English hint of architecture, 3 stories high, and a huge front lot with a carefully crafted fountain in front. The drive way curved around it. Honestly, it did remind me of home a bit. We had a sort of similar home, though it was located more closely to the city than this. And it certainly didn't have all this god forsaken grass around here. But it looked nice enough.
My dad was a big time company owner, dealing with trade. It was an important business, and occupied a lot of his time, so he was nearly never around me or Itachi. It made a lot of money, money that was passed on to me and Itachi, and we had lived in the mansion near Kaji City all our lives. Our mom was a famous doctor who always believed in helping others. She had been trained under another famous doctor, Tsunade, who was also a close member of the family. Mom had a bit more time with us than Dad, but we never had too much time with either of them. She was very kind though, and always tried her best for her family.
It was actually Tsunade that had suggested to Itachi that we come live here near Konoha, a much smaller city than Kaji. I suppose after Itachi looked at the mansion, he felt it would be good enough. It would be okay living near Tsunade as well, I suppose. She was always comical, despite her legendary medical work.
"Sasuke!"
I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of my name. Itachi is standing over at the doorway to where the mansion is, and I'm still at the Lincoln, leaning against the frame of the car. With a gruff, I push myself forward towards the mansion as it begins to loom over me. It must have been bigger than I thought. I glance over at the fountain in the middle of the front lot. THe Aphrodite statue looks a bit worn, and obviously not as new as some of the other things that had been replaced. There she was, standing there in her everlasting perfectiona dn beauty. I might take a liking to it.
I follow my brother in the entry of the mansion, and have a look around. It doesn't have that richy rich look on the inside, but maybe that's just becaus ethe size takes care of the rich look. It look comfortable though. And I suppose Aniki was right about the 'homey' feeling to it. A winding staircase led to the upper floors, all white marble. There was even an elevator off to the side of the stairs.
"Well, do you like it?" Itachi glances over at me. Ha, I knew he would ask me sooner or later. That's his way of showing concern I guess, which I'm grateful for.
"It's okay." I say in a monotone voice, appearing indifferent. Aniki glares over at me, muttering a 'spoiled-brat' under his breath.
" 'Okay'? You're the one who said you wanted something similar to home." He retorts, although it's only half-hearted, I can tell.
"Hn."
One of the waiters that were there gave me a grand tour, showing me the different rooms and offices. I'm glad that there were waiters and waitresses there in the first place though. Atleast it won't be too quiet in this big, empty place.
I depart to my room, and flop on my bed that I had to fight tooth and nail with Itachi just to let him get this thing over here. Aniki felt it would be too troublesome to make a bed come here over 500 miles away, but I insisted, and he finally gave way after enough begging. My bed was my comfort, and I would not sleep anywhere else.
There was a big bookshelf over against the wall, socked with books and cds. A stereo was set off on the other end of the room on a small table. An oak desk was against the wall where the window was, where it held my laptop. My wallpaper was red, as well as the carpet and my bed comforter. It was my favorite color afterall. A shake off my shoes and bury my head in the pillows, inhaling the unfamiliar scent that I supposed I would get used to after a few days.
Since it was summer, I wouldn't start school for another few weeks. I'm sure that, even though my new private school is in a fairly sized city, word would get around eventually about the 'new-kid-who-lives-in-a-mansion-who's-loaded-and-super-hot-and-single'. Sure, the school was fairly sized and so was the city, but it was so much smaller than what I was used to. My whole life was about noise, even though the mansion that I formerly lived in was a little ways away from the city, you could still here things as if you were right next to it. I missed it more than I thought I would.
Dinner wasn't for a little while, so I decided to listen to some music. I would probably end up skipping it anyway. It was twilight already, and I always found a strange type of peace when going to sleep at twilight. It fills me with a strange feeling, like something that I felt when I was young and oblivious of the world, that has disappeared now that I'm older. In those moments, I love to be filled with that glee and familiar, but forgotten feeling. Like pure, unaltered bliss.
My eyes drift close with Flaw drifting in my ears, and for a moment, I forget that my parents are no longer here, that I moved to a completely strange and new place, and that I have a new room, and most likely, the start of a new life.
I forget everything as my eyes close and darkness takes me into its sweet hands, and holds me there in comfort.
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I open the door to my otouto's room to personally call him in for dinner, only to find him asleep on his bed.
I quietly come into the room and sit on his bed and stare at him, a rare sad expression coming to my face.
It's hard to see him like this. It really is. I'm trying to do the best that I can, but sometimes, I don't always make the right choice, and I pray that I had made the right choice when I decided to move here.
He was breaking then. He really was. He was crumbling living in our old home, with memories around every corner and step. Nothing would be able to take his mind off of what happened, and if this move can refresh his soul with new light, than all the better. It was hard for me to make the choice to move, because I know that it was comforting to be in a cocoon of old memories and times, but it would only tear him up.
I give a big sigh. Sometimes I'll never understand Sasuke, and all of this is tiring. It might get worse when I have to go to work, since a new building was placed in Konoha for out company's services. My father made me heir to the company, and it's what's going to be paying for this. I have a few weeks before I have to go. Atleast it's a few weeks to spend time with Sasuke. By then, school will start and I hope he gets attached to someone really quick. It's going to be a handful trying to keep up with Sasuke's mental state.
I stare at Sasuke a bit more, brushing a few loose strands of black hair out of the way, before getting up and moving towards the door.
I hope I'm doing the right thing. I only pray that Sasuke doesn't go and do something stupid to mess everything up.
'Which, I know he'll probably do anyway...Such a troublesome little brother he can be sometimes.'
I smirk slightly at the thought.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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A/N: Well, this is just a start. I hope it gets a good response to it. There's a new chapter of My Kitsune coming up soon once I get the edited version of it back from my beta. I'll work on this for a while so I can take a brake from that story for a little bit. I honestly need one, since I'm starting to lose a bit of motivation for it. After a while, I might feel up to it. I won;t abandon it though, so don't worry.
I know Itachi is OOC, but in this fic, he's actually normal. So, please cut me some slack here.
Anyone still hate Karin? I still hate her with every bone in my body. DIE, YOU HO!!! -coughs-