Hello, this is my first ever story that I've put up on this site, im sorry if I did something wrong or if it sucks.
I don't own Naruto. I am making no money from writing this. Don't sue, I don't have any money anyway.
Things you should know about this: no one is a ninja, Itachi is not evil.
Again, sorry if this sucks, I'm going to start some other stories that are hopefully better. sorry if any names are misspelled, im doing my best to edit this.
Chapter one
[Sasuke's POV]
Today is going to be a bad day. I can just tell. As soon as I woke up I felt like something awful is going to happen.
I groan and reluctantly stand up, I have to go to school way to early.
There's a soft knock on my door.
"Sasuke?" Itachi calls, probably seeing if I'm up yet.
"I'm awake. Are you going to work today?" I ask.
Itachi has a rather strange work schedule, he's a substitute teacher for art and music, so he goes in when they call him. Most of the time he doesn't know if he has to work until the morning before. When he isn't working at a school, he works for his best friend, Kabuto, in a small music shop. He really shouldn't be working at all, he's only 18 [he's a freaking genius so he went threw school quickly] but he has to support us since our parents died 5 years ago. The only way the courts let us stay together is if he can keep an apartment and me in school.
"No, I'm just going to the shop." He answers. "Can you walk to school today? I need to go in early."
"Sure, see you tonight." I say.
"Bye little brother." He shouts from farther away. Already almost out of the apartment.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to us if my parents didn't go out that night. Maybe I wouldn't be who I am. I think that whoever I would have been is probably better than me.
As I get ready for school, I wrack my brain for some reason to put behind my bad feeling, but I couldn't remember anything.
After finally getting dressed, I look at myself in the mirror.
Once again, my hair is sticking up in the back. A lot of people think I do that with gel, but I don't, it just sorta happens. My dark blue t-shirt is too big for me, but it's all I have. My black jeans are faded and stained from being worn constantly, my old converse are tattered and gray. My sickly pale skin is thankfully flawless, and my onyx eyes are, once again, flat and devoid of all emotion.
This is me. This is who I am, and everyone else is going to have to deal with it.
I grab my old beat up backpack and head out to school without breakfast.
About half way to school, I have made the decision that I live to far away. I've been walking nearly an hour, it's a good thing I left so early or I'd be lateā¦again.
I'm really close to town now. I live way out far from most people.
I look across the rode, and who do I see? None other than Naruto Uzumaki.
Me and Naruto have a complicated relationship. We're sort of friends, I guess. I mean, we understand each other and all that, and we can get along for short periods of time, but we're also rivals in a way. We both strive to be the best. He wants to prove himself and I want to live up to my family's name. We get into really nasty fights. He nearly took my head off in the last one.
As I watch him walk in down the street, I find myself remembering us a few years ago, walking down this very street.
It was raining lightly, and we where coming home from the academy. Naruto didn't have an umbrella, but I did.
I walked over to him and put the umbrella over his head.
"Here." I said roughly, I wasn't used to being nice, it was right after my parents died.
The thing that really gets me about this memory is when Naruto looked up at me. He smiled this really big smile, and his pretty blue eyes sparkled.
"Thanks, Sasuke!" he said.
I think I smiled, but I'm not really sure. I walked him home; he talked to me the whole way. I don't think he noticed I didn't talk back.
Nobody, not even Itachi, knows that that is my favorite memory.
