Okay this story is just an impulse decision, so think this will only have a few chapters.
It includes Kiba, Kankuro, and an OC. Implied KibaXKankuro. Rated M for violence, sexual themes, cursing, and suicide attempts.
Okay, enjoy!
Chapter 1
"RAIKUN! RAIKUN, YOU LITTLE SHIT, GET OVER HERE!"
Ah, the sweet, lovely voice of mother, tearing apart the couch looking for her needles – of course not realizing the police took them away along with Tanalei—while screaming my name in that husky, smoker tone, was just so lovely. Sometimes it was hard to believe she used to be that plump, rosy cheeked caretaker with the same yellow eyes as my own.
As she clawed at the flesh of her now soiled face, feeling for imaginary bugs that weren't there at all, she didn't even look human. Her spindly, crusted legs were laced with track marks, searching and hoping for a vein that wasn't collapsed. The stained, periwinkle sweater that clung to her thin, paper like chest when she grinded against the carpet, attempting to lift up the couch.
She was so depleted of nutrients; I have to intervene before the pressure of the furniture broke her arms.
"Mother, stop!" I screamed, barely using any strength to drag her away and into the kitchen. "The drugs are gone, your son is gone, and faster than you blink this fucking house will be gone too!"
"But my needles, I put them in the, the…" she tried racking her brain for any stitch of memory she had left, but the harder she tried, the more she was frantic.
"Mom, I—"
"The bedroom! Ch—Check the mattress!" My mother bolted upwards, stumbling on the linoleum floor and nearly hitting her head.
I went down to pull her back up, shaking her shoulders.
Then she slapped me.
"FUCK OFF!"
"Mom…" I gasped, holding my cheek with both hands. When I curled my spine and skid away from her into the corner, I knew it was for the best. I tried, I really did, but the half crazed animal that had taken over her pushed me to my limit. It had been a week since they took my brother away from her, it had been a week since they confiscated her drug stash, and already she was losing all sense of reality.
It sickened me to say that sometimes I wished she could just take another toke of something, anything, in order to calm down. But life as it was before had collapsed in on itself, and we went along with it. Now, as I sit here in the shadows of my once sheltering home, I start to crack under my reserve. Why did she have to get into this addiction?
And more importantly… why didn't I stop her?
Okay, this is an extremely short intro because the next chapter that will be posted in two/three days will skip ahead like a few months later. Any suggestions? Leave me some! Okay, bye!
From Russia
