A cool breeze blows softly, making the homeless man sitting on the sidewalk, flinch and tighten his threadbare coat tightly around him. Bending forward, the dark haired man pressed his forehead against his knees. He hated living like this but what else could he do? No job would hire a man that technically had no address. He obviously didn't have the money to even have a semi decent place to live. Right now he would take a rat infested garage if that meant he could get out of the cold. Of course the fact that he didn't have an home wasn't even the bigger issue. This particular man had a drug addiction, which is one of the few reasons that the dark haired man couldn't afford a place to live. Whatever money he had went towards buying whatever small amount of cocaine that he could afford.
Unfortunately at the moment the dark haired man couldn't afford any kind of drug, which meant along with the changing temperatures the homeless man was beginning to go through withdrawal which was hell enough to deal with on its own.
Closing his eyes, the man tried to hide his shaking hands in his jacket, his stomach was twisting and turning, making him feel like he was about to get sick at any moment. The man hated this, he wished that he could find even a small amount of cocaine, it would help him feel so much better. Groaning as the pain in his stomach grew worse, the man lay down on the sidewalk hoping that the change of position would help him feel a little bit better. Unfortunately it didn't do anything, and the man only felt worse.
As if going through withdrawal wasn't enough, the man felt raindrops start falling. Shivering the man can only curl up into the fetal position hoping to protect himself from the cool rain.
As he lay there watching the rain fall harder and harder, he watched as another man started to hurry past him, only to trip over the dark haired man's legs, causing him to fall and drop the blueprints that he was carrying into a puddle of water. The homeless man can only watch as the blonde scramble to pick up his shattered cell phone and the ruined blueprints.
"Someone is screwed" The dark haired man muttered as he clinched his hands into fists again as his body began quivering from withdrawal. He hated this feeling, he wanted just even a dime sized amount of cocaine, any amount would make him feel better.
"Shut up" the blonde haired man growled, instantly irritated at the homeless man. "I will lose my job if I don't get these blueprints delivered in the next five minutes."
"I guess you should have been watching where you were going then." the homeless man muttered.
"Maybe if you chose somewhere else to beg, I wouldn't have tripped over you." The blonde snapped as he gathered his ruined belongings.
"Last time I checked you didn't own this sidewalk!" The homeless man muttered as he stifled another groan as another painful spasm hit him. He wondered who this blonde asshole thought he was. Just because he was homeless didn't mean the other man was better than he was.
Suddenly his stomach turned violently and he turned around and heaved harshly onto the ground. Closing his eyes, he looked away from the one he could feel staring at him.
"Are you okay?" The blonde asked.
"Fine" the homeless man muttered wiping away the saliva dripping from his mouth. "Why do you even care? Aren't you afraid that you are going to lose your job?"
"Maybe" the blonde muttered before looking away from the man. The homeless people living on the streets of Konoha always made him feel uncomfortable, whether it was because he had more than they did. From the looks of the dark haired man that was currently lying on the sidewalk, this man hadn't had much for a long time. It made Naruto feel guilty even though he hadn't done anything wrong. Naruto couldn't help but wonder how the others life had gotten so bad that he had ended up on the streets.
"How long have you been hungry?" The blonde asked, pity seeping from his bright blue eyes.
"Don't look at me that way" The other man snapped, glaring at the blonde. "I don't need your pity." The homeless man couldn't stand the way the other man was looking at him. He hated when someone looked like they felt sorry for him. Instead of looking at him like that, why not lend a helping hand.
"Who said I felt sorry for you?" the blonde man muttered before grabbing his things and began walking away, the raven haired man scowled, his hands trembled, and his head pounded with a migraine, he could feel more bile rising in his throat, and he turned his head and heaved once more upon the concrete.
"Looks like the crazy addict is going through withdrawal." he heard a cruel voice taunt and he closed his eyes. A orange haired man stood in front of him, laughter filling his voice.
"I see your rich parents still haven't helped you out." he taunted again.
"You know that situation, Jugo, They won't have anything to do with me."
"Poor Sasuke Uchiha" Jugo laughed again "Rich parents but he gets disowned by his parents. What's a man to do when you get even get the drug that got you thrown out into the streets to begin with."
"Leave me alone." Sasuke muttered glaring at the other man, wishing that in that moment he could be somewhere else. He hated his family's friends, they had all watched as Sasuke had gotten tossed into the streets when his father had found out that he had become addicted to cocaine. Sasuke had tried to tell his father it was because of the amount of pressure that his father had put on him to be just like his perfect older brother Itachi. Itachi always had perfect grades in school, always on the honor roll, perfect attendance at school. Once Itachi had graduated from college, he had started working at the Uchiha law firm, where so far he has won every case he has taken.
Sasuke on the other hand had struggled to get passing grades, it wasn't that Sasuke wasn't intelligent, just studying and making the grades his father approved of came harder. Sasuke worked hard, but his father thought he was too lazy, when he was with friends, he should be home studying. If he was studying his mother and Itachi seemed to think that Sasuke needed to be out with his friends.
Once Sasuke graduated high school, he had thought his father's pressure for Sasuke to be perfect would be over, but it only got worse. Nothing that Sasuke done was ever good enough. That was when a friend introduced him to cocaine, one snort had been all it taken, Sasuke was addicted. He began using when he couldn't keep up with his classes and his father's wishes. It only when Fugaku came across the cocaine in Sasuke's coat pocket. When confronted with it, Sasuke had tried to put it off as as something to help him study when he had to stay up all night preparing for an exam the next day. His father told him to get clean or he would cut off funding for his school and stop paying rent on his apartment. Sasuke had honestly tried to get clean but Sasuke found himself getting lost in the high that the drug gave him, the pleasure that it brought, made him feel so much better. Like he could actually be good enough for his father. However, his father had found out that Sasuke was using again, and had made good on his promise, and had stopped paying for Sasuke's schooling, and had stopped paying Sasuke's rent, which is what had led to Sasuke ending up on the streets. It had been three months now and what little money Sasuke had had went towards buying more cocaine. The cocaine hadn't lasted very long and now Sasuke was left dealing with withdrawal, and leaving Sasuke struggling with the need to get high.
"You know your brother Itachi is engaged, word has it that he wants to invite you to the wedding. But your father talked him out of coming to find you. He's got Itachi convinced that you deserve to live on the streets because you chose to become addicted."
"I wouldn't have become addicted if he hadn't expected me to be just like Itachi." Sasuke muttered, clinching his hands into fists, hoping that Jugo didn't see them shaking so hard. Unfortunately, Jugo noticed and bit out another harsh laugh.
"Keep blaming your father all you want." Jugo said "but you were the one that snorted the drug and kept using it. It's your own fault that you are wear you are. Maybe one of these days you can man up and apologize to your father. That's if you don't overdose first." Sasuke scowled and looked down at his dirt covered pants, Jugo was right about one thing unless Sasuke got clean and beat his addiction, eventually he would overdose whether it would kill him or not was anyone's guess.
Sasuke turned away, he was tired of Jugo and the way the man always threw his past in his face when he came across Sasuke. He hoped that someday his father would be able to look past Itachi's shadow and see Sasuke for who he truly is before its too late. Sasuke didn't hold too much hope for that happening now, he seen his parents once in a while walking down the street. Every time they past him, Sasuke knew that his father saw him, but he chose to ignore him. Sasuke couldn't help but wonder how a parent could just completely disown their own child. Were they right for doing it? Or should they have realized that it had become a problem for Sasuke and helped him through it? Who knew, Sasuke didn't, though he did know that at the rate that he was slowly going hungry, he would likely die before he ever earned his father's forgiveness.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." Jugo's voice turned harsh and Sasuke felt a harsh kick to his ribs that made him cry out in pain, just as Jugo placed another well placed kick.
"Stop" Sasuke moaned, as he wrapped his arms around his painful midsection.
"Not until you get the message your father wanted me to send you. He thinks your the scum of the earth, and that he wishes that you had never been born, your nothing but a disappointment and you will never be able to be as good as Itachi." the harsh words sent a wave of agony through Sasuke's heart. Despite all his father's mistakes, Sasuke still loved them, he adored his brother, but things had changed between them in the months that Sasuke had been on the street.
Sasuke felt a sharp kick to his head, hard enough that he saw stars. He attempted to move away from Jugo's foot, but he ended up rolling over onto a broken rip, shooting pain through out his chest. Sasuke could feel tears in his eyes, just because he was an addict it didn't meant that he deserved to be treated like this.
"Crybaby, you brought this on yourself by becoming an addict. You deserve the hell you currently live in!" another sharp kick to Sasuke's head, more stars and more pain. Sasuke couldn't help but wish the man would go on and kill him already at least then he wouldn't be living in this hell.
"Hey leave him alone!" Sasuke heard a voice call out, as the world around him began spinning and turning black. The last thing Sasuke heard was the sound of a fist hitting flesh.
What do you think? Should I continue? This is going to be more of a friendship than sasunaru story. Thanks for reading. Liz