Holy-Wood

Summary: And I'm a black rainbow and I'm an ape of God. I've got a face that's made for violence upon and I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion, a rebel from the waist down...I'm a disposable Teen...

Genres: Action, Alt. Universe, Angst, Crime, Drama, Gothic, High School, Hurt/Comfort, PWP,

Pairings: Sasuke/Naruto, Shino/Kiba

Romance Warnings: BDSM, Death/murder, Gore, sex, rape

A/N: I hope that you guys wont get to mad about the God thing...

Chapter 1- Not A Slave To Your God

When you are young you are raised up to believe in many things, like that your parents know everything and that the bible is the bible is the only rule book that you need to follow. I was raised that way and was made weak, the older I got the less that I believed. I suppose that I should start from where it all began or rather where it started to end...My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I suppose that I never really even looked like I would turn up normal, I liked odd things that most of the children in Christian school didn't like. Of course at school, church, and home I would be hit if I ever did express my interest in things like that. But then again at home I got hit a lot almost daily by my father...Well step father.

Like I said before I'll start off from where things started to unfold into me becoming a freak of nature, it started when I was around the age of fifteen years of age. I was sitting in my seat at school of course bored and only half ass paying attention to what was being said.

"God is your savior he is the one who makes every decision in your life, soon the day shall come when Jesus will come to Earth saving his children and leaving behind the ones that take the mark of the beast on their bodies." Mrs. Kayo preached pointing to a picture of a man in black clothing riding a large brown horse chopping the heads off of people, leaving behind a blood bath.

I looked around at the other kids in my class pretty much all of them showed the expected looks of fear some crying silently while others were smiling brightly unable to wait for the day that they would be saved. Me on the other hand was bored out of my fucking mind, when I was little and was told things like that I would be in the fetal position shaking then go home to only have nightmares of being killed. Death by decapitation that was my greatest fear...well actually finding that I had the mark of the beast on some part of my body like my scalp or my back or ass...anywhere that I could not see or reach. But of course over time puberty hits and you find that life isn't perfect but part of you still wants to believe all that you are told. I was on the line of believing in God and believing that it was all just bull shit.

"The Devil will try and get to you through music and television...Awful bands like Queen or Morrissey and especially Marilyn Manson." She preached holding up pictures of each of the bands that she spoke of.

Of course all that made me want to do was become like them, it made me want to throw behind my life in a shitty little small town and do something much more. When I looked around everybody had that pathetic look of disgust and fear, I wanted to in all honesty hit them for being so gullible and dumb. All I wanted was for it to be time for lunch so that way if I fell asleep I couldn't be swatted for it; I had enough marks on me for that week. Some from home and some from school all for the same damn reasons.

Thankfully the bell rang right when she started lecturing about the evils of homosexuality, being gay didn't help much on my views about what she was bitching about. It just made me hate her and everybody else in the world even fucking more, all that I wanted was to go to public school so that I could wear and do whatever the fuck that I wanted. Of course I was out of the room faster than the others and in the cafeteria before a lot of people were there, that was how much I hated religion. I sat there by myself my chin resting on my arms that were folded in front of me that was also the time that I went to sleep. I sat by myself all of the time so it wasn't too hard to have time to myself, I was very bad at making friends and really I didn't want to talk to any of the people there. Sadly that day one of God's little lambs had to bother me.

"Sasu-kun?" A soft female voice asked.

I looked up to see a girl that had to be around thirteen with blonde hair that was in pig tails, bright blue eyes, light skin, and in the school uniform that consisted of white dress shirt and a blue plaid skirt.

"What?" I asked glaring up at her.

"Why don't you talk to anybody else here?" She asked.

I just kept hoping that she would soon leave and hopefully wouldn't sit down. If she sat down and didn't leave I was going to strangle her to death.

"Because everybody here is fucking dumb." I stated simply.

Her little eyes narrowed and she started to give that long ass fucking lecture look...Of course as always the lecture about 'bad words' followed the look.

"Sasuke Uchiha you know not to say things like that." She said placing her hands on her hips.

The fact that she looked like a little five year old did not help her case in trying to scare me, if that was what she was miserably attempting to do.

"What's your name, and don't fucking call me Sasu-kun."

"I'm Yui...What am I supposed to call you then?"

"Call me the fucking devil for all I care." I said glaring at her.

Her eyes widened then she started to pout some more, I hated when some child calls me Sasu1111-kun. I just wished that she would leave, because I was just going to get worse until she either told on me or got so offended that she would leave and fear me.

"Don't say things like that Sasu-kun, that sort of thing is bad for your soul." She said sitting down in front of me.

I started cursing in my head.

"Ya know what Yui I don't care about my soul or this place or God...And don't fucking call me Sasu-kun...Oh and get fucked." I said before laying my head down.

Few seconds later I heard a small huff then little clicking foot steps as she walked off, if she told on me I could have gave a fuck less. I didn't see her as a one to tell on me though; she looked more like a televangelist wife. I quickly went to sleep to only dream about Armageddon and how I would be the only one left alive and alone because I never really took the word of God seriously. Maybe two years ago that dream would have scared me but anymore it was dumb and a nice thought to have everything to myself.

Soon the bell rang and I had to go back to class to hear more of the school's brain washed bull shit before I could go home to my own personal hell.

Surprisingly the rest of the day went fast which I was half happy about but going home always sucked, well it depended on what happened while I was gone. I slowly walked up the drive way to our home stopping and looking at it. It was really normal and nice on the outside, brick house, white door, green grass, garden of brightly colored flowers and those lamb pink plastic flamingos sitting out front. I sighed then walked the rest of the way; I slowly opened the door being greeted by the stench of burnt food and whiskey. Home sweet home...Well I knew that my father had been drinking or that was left over from the night before. Our home on the inside proved my point even further that just because something was nice looking on the outside didn't mean that it wasn't shit on the inside. The floor in the living room was carpet like a green color that reminded me of vomit, the couch was an off white with pink dots it was worn to hell and back with some blood and alcohol stains on it from one of my parents fights, the arm chair was brown and had cotton coming out of it all over. Of course our center piece was a small shitty television set and on the wall above it was a crucifix with Jesus nailed to it.

Pretty much we defined what white trash would be...Sort of like the movie Carrie actually and I was the weird psychic child that my parents mentally disowned many years ago, I tossed the books that I was carrying onto the coffee table and then walked into the dining room where my step father sat reading the paper my mom was in the kitchen either it was cooking or she was attempting burning our house down...Which she also passed off as cooking. The minute that I sat down my father looked up at me with a look that was a cross between disgust and confusion, hell I looked as normal as I could fucking get. I didn't really blame my biological father for running away with that twenty something year old that he worked with, our family was fucked up.

"Did you learn anything?" he asked finally getting tired of attempting to stare me down.

"I learned that I want to go to a fucking public school." I said.

"You can't go to a public school all you will do is pick up sex, drinking, and drugs...And there is no cussing in this house." He said scolding me.

"So it's alright for you to shoot up and get drunk and to beat me and my mom up along with cussing all the god damn time, but I can't go to regular school or cuss?" I asked daring him.

I wanted him to hit me, he would or he would storm out go to the bar then come out three hours later to lash out my earned punishment on my mother. She didn't really deserve to be hit or treated like shit but part of me believed that the bitch deserved every fucking bit of it.

"You worthless little fucker." He said before standing up walking over to me.

I looked up at him just daring him; I didn't care anymore what the fuck he did to me. He smacked me hard across the face more like a bitch slap but it hurt like fuck, I didn't do anything just turned my head and looked up at him. I could tell that he was pissed I wasn't crying or begging for forgiveness so he pushed me down to the floor then stormed out of the house cussing under his breath.

I laid there on the floor for a minute or two until the door slammed shut, then I got up picking the chair back up and sitting down again. My mom came running into the room checking to see if I was okay, I hated when she did that.

"Baby are you okay? You know not to upset your father."

"Get the fuck off of me I'm fine." I said pushing her away from me.

She looked at me hurt then walked out of the room with her head down like a dog that was just smacked with a newspaper for pissing on the floor. All her life men had treated her like shit so I suppose that she expected the same from her own son, but she still babied me treating me like a little girl...Maybe that was part of the reason that I was gay.

I got up then went down the short hall to my room, another cross hanging on my door I glared at it then took it off throwing it to the floor it landed with a soft thud. I walked into my room it was a lot different than the rest of the house, it was darker reminded me like what hell should look like. The walls were painted black, the only light was a small lamp that only lit part of the room, my bed was twin size and had nothing but a black blanket and one dingy ass pillow that I had for ages...I think that it came for a dump. I had maybe twenty band posters ranging from Nirvana, Queen, Green Day, to Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails that was probably another reason that my parents hated my room along with the fact that in red spray paint I had graffiti things like 6-6-6 and Anti-Christ. To me it was my sanctuary it was the only place in Ukiah that I had or at least knew of where I could do or say whatever the fuck it was that I wanted.

I still wanted to go to a normal school though, then I could have done the things that I wanted to do so badly I'd still have to attend mass and shit like that on the weekend which I hated the most because some guy that looked like a fucking ken doll would try to feed us the word of God. Well I had just one more day of school before I would have to do that for around three hours, I would have loved to meet some kid just like me. That was unlikely to happen though in the heard of fucking sheep that went usually.

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