Hey.

Okay I'll let you know now, there's not going to be any sexy lemons until later on in the story, so yeah... Go somewhere else if you want pure sex. I get it though, I often just go on fanfiction to troll-lol-lol on sexy shit...

Yeah anyway, heres the prologue to my first ever fanfic, 'Decent to Obsession'. It is a mainly dark fanfic, but still you'll hopefully find it interesting.

Alright, time for a little taster to get you thinking...

Prologue:

"Don't play games with us, Uchiha."

The rough snarl came accompanied with a harsh kick around my already bleeding head, adding more waves of unforgiving pain to my throbbing concussion. I couldn't see any thing thanks to the blinding jutsu that had been placed on my eyes, but I knew I had to be in some dark, dingy interrogation room. I was bent forward on my knees with my head resting on the ground; the raw wound slashed across my midriff was far too painful to even sit up straight, let alone stand. But the sting of the many injuries slashing their way all over my body was nothing compared to the deep ache in my soul. It took all of the remaining pieces of my shredded up pride not to choke up and cry, my black heart felt like someone had it ripped out of my chest and used it as it as punching bag, before mercilessly ramming the damaged organ back in.

How pathetic I've become. A cold voice muttered deep within my self, but I could barely hear it. I opened my parched throat to speak,

"Game…" My voice came out in a weak wheeze, "You think this is all a game to me? You think I'm enjoying myself?"

"Shut the fuck up an answer the damn question!" The deep yell rang in my eardrums, I didn't know what this guy looked like but I was certain he resembled a big angry gorilla. I nearly chuckled at his thuggish stupidity, but the thought of laughter brought more sorrow to my mind. I was given an impatient shove when I kept quiet.

"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME?" The tight chain chafing my neck was pulled upwards, pulling my aching back painfully straight as the oafish interrogator held me in a choking grip. I could smell his warm breath; it was like someone was holding a rotten onion in front of me, and flecks of spit splattered on my face as he spoke furiously,

"You little shit! I suggest you come clean and admit you killed that Haruno girl, at least then you'd die an honest man at your execution tomorrow!"

I didn't even flinch at the mention of my death penalty; of course the fascist elders of Konoha had condemned the remaining Uchiha to death without a fair trial, ce la vie. I was ready to die tomorrow, I wanted to. I had nothing left on this planet to care about, my desire for revenge had leaked out of me thanks to that one woman. That girl.

Sakura…

And now she was dead. That's it. The end. And I wanted to join her, there was no salvation for my wretched black hole of a being now. All the hopes and dreams of this life had left me; they'd followed Sakura to the next life along with my clan and my brother.

Revenge of Konoha for all the crap they'd put me through? No… I couldn't care less anymore. The dark flames fuelling my hatred had been extinguished. All I had to comfort me were the memories of soft pink hair and vibrant green eyes floating around in the nothingness of my soul.

Another harsh shake and more demands for answers, and I sighed. Did this brainless scrap of a human being really want to know what happened to me? To Sakura? To us? Maybe I should humour him. Maybe I should tell this thickheaded fool who I care nothing about my story.

I was thrown back onto a hard stonewall, and when my ears started working properly again, I heard the interrogator growl out another gruff shout.

"Speak, Sasuke Uchiha!" He hissed my name nastily as if it made him feel sick, and spat at my feet. The unnecessary act would have stirred up anger and contempt in my arrogant past self, but he was long gone, and if anything I fully welcomed the cruel acts of blatant dislike towards me. I didn't deserve any better.

My quest for revenge didn't go the way I'd planned it to. It all went plummeting into wrong after I'd underestimated a small spark of interest I'd allowed myself to feel for a certain girl.

I let out a bitter laugh, and began to tell the interrogator my story.

"It's funny how slight interest can escalate into obsession without you even knowing…"

Enjoy that? Well that's a tiney winey little snippet of what's to come. I'm well into writing chapter 1, so that should be done soon... I think... Ah well it will come!

Seeya,

Laranx ;)