Hi you guys and welcome to the first chapter of my story. Im new to this website but not to writing fanfictions. Ironically i came across an old story saved on my computer that i had written when i was 16. I liked the story so i decided to rewrite it and bring it back to life so to say. I hope the you guys like it as much as i do.
Chapter One: Arrivals
Sasuke licked his finger, pulling back the skin of another page of his sketch pad. It had become a habit of his, one he had picked up from his mother no doubt. He didn't really understand why she or other adults did such a thing in the first place. It's not like the pages were that hard to grasp or separate. He honestly hated how such a ritual had been passed to him without reason—against his own volition. Sighing, dark eyes stared lazily at the pristine white of the freshly turned page. He felt uninspired. Everything he had drawn over the past few weeks made his desire to touch pencil to paper grow less and less. Maybe it was another side effect of the wonders of puberty. Gain a voice worthy of belonging to a man but lose the imagination of a child. He could claim irony but he knew it wasn't. Perhaps it was time for a new hobby. But what else really was there? He was sure he had tried them all. Sports—soccer, football, basketball, you name it. Anything solo was too easy and anything with teams too aggravating. Most of the other kids couldn't keep up. Even after they spent all their time practicing they were still worse than he was. Besides, his brother already claimed the title of sports aficionado. He wouldn't take any part of it, existing in his brother's shadow. He was his own person, not just the brother of a prodigy. Looking back, he had even dabbled in the world of music at one point as well. It was a disaster. He recalled the first time he touched the silky lacquer of a violin, attempting to strum a simple C major scale. He would probably liken the sound that came out to that of a cat being strangled. And maybe it was a fluke, some result of his young age at the time. His parents had attempted to coax him to try again in middle school but Sasuke refused. He was positive that gene had called in sick the day he was born. Tone deaf to the core„ He closed his eyes in thought, thumping his head against the swollen trunk of the tree he had settled under. Without drawing he would have no real reason to lounge beneath the tall oak every day after school, relishing in the soothing shade of rustled leaves. And at that point he really would be some tragic recluse begging to be labeled a hipster. It irritated him, that word. He just liked to be alone—no nagging mother, no expecting father, and no asshole brother. This was his safe haven, nestled along the edge of the lake in a secluded corner of the park. Solitude at its finest—
"Shit, he's fast."
Sasuke looked up at the sound, surprised to see a boy about his age climbing up the the tree. Great. He had jinxed himself. For the first time in months another human had decided to step foot into his bubble. And by the looks of it the boy wasn't very skilled. Still, the reason for such an intrusion of Sasuke's personal space made itself readily apparent as the blonde haired boy began to lose his footing and fall.