Ok so I heard this song and it reminded me of Sasuke soooo much, so I wrote this. Neji is totally not Neji like (which ff slang says ooc, I think.) so yes. The song is mama's arms by Joshua Kadison, Ronan Keating also sings it but I like Joshua Kadison myself. So I don't own any thing not the song(s) not the characters. Make a note of this since I'm super lazy and am bound to forget to add a disclaimer in future chapters. the technology god hates me. first he delets my assignment thats due next week and now he wont let hav this chapter the way i want. WHY? *runs away crying to the nutella cabnet*
The neighbours come and bring you pies,
endless words and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
And there you are in your Sunday best,
the way your Mama would have had your dressed,
and you realize it doesn't matter anymore
'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
Sasuke sat near the stage where he could hear the band warming up. He listened as the sound of his father's footsteps coming towards him.
"Oh, oh, oh can I play a new song I heard to warm up." Said what sounded like a complete moron.
"Do what you want, Naruto." An annoying girl said. He had felt her eyes roaming over his body since she came in.
"YAY!" the sounds of a few guitar stings vibrating followed before:
""Going back to a tender age,
so full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
someone says, "Time heals the hurt.
Little man you got to keep on keepin' on.""
"Hey that's enough, guests will be arriving soon. Play less depressing music"
Sasuke heard his father leave then he was almost deafened by…
"It's a small world after all-"
"Naruto shut up. We need this money don't get us fired." Incoherent grumbling followed.
"Sasuke come and greet your guests." He sighed and followed his brother's footsteps to the halls door. His sensitive hearing picked up the girls giggles before they even made it the door.
"Why am I doing this again?"
"Because father wants you to meet a nice girl, and since you wont go out, he brought them to you."
"What girl wants a blind husband?" as always Itachi ignored him, whenever he brought up his blindness people ignored him. He heard the band beginning to play some boring song with no lyrics. He sighed as the girls started to talk one girl came up to him saying
"Good evening Sasuke."
"Right hand, 12 o'clock, belly button." His brother quickly whispered in his ear, telling him where the offered hand was. Sasuke took the hand without missing but he almost did. It was enough for the girl to gasp realising that he couldn't see her. One small sound never sounded so loud, and it soon spread to all the other girls. Sasuke felt his cheeks heat up slightly, and swallowed the yells he wanted to direct at the girls.
"Evening Sasuke" he sighed, Neji his best friend saved him, from the awkward questions the girls were bound to ask. He felt a hand brush his and followed with a slight connection between them, so Sasuke could follow easily.
"Oh who's the cute blonde guitarist?" He heard the girls whispering about the band. Sasuke listened to the distinct sound of the guitar.
"Hey Sasuke I think the blonde likes you." Sasuke glared at no one since he couldn't see.
"Shut up Neji, you know father would kill me if he found out."
"So would he kill me if I made a move on the redhead?" Sasuke could hear the grin on his friends face. Sasuke sighed he knew his friend was gay but he was so open about it, it made Sasuke kinda jealous that he could be so care free.
"Do what you will; it's your rep anyway." He listened as the music picked up and suddenly he was being dragged onto the dance floor by someone.
"Bye Sasuke" he heard his friend giggle before he was surrounded by the smell of so many different perfumes he wanted to be sick. It felt like ages until the song finally ended.
"Right ladies, we shall be taking a break and will return shortly" that sounded like the singer who Sasuke had figured was the blonde everyone was talking about. Sasuke excused himself, and disentangled himself from the girls. He wanted to ask the boy about the song he had started to sing. He found his way outside and listened for the sound of the band. He heard a loud laugh and followed it, he knew he had been seen when it went silent.
"Um I'd like to talk to the guy who started singing."
"So unfair Sasuke wants to talk to Naruto." he heard the girl complain.
"Sure, why?"
"I wanted to hear the rest of the song."
"Ok then, I have ma guitar too aren't you lucky."
Going back to a tender age,
so full of confusion and rage,
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone."
Sasuke stood looking in the direction of his father
"Boys, there's something I have to tell your, your mums not coming home." Sasuke just stared at his father, what did he mean moms not coming home? She wasn't, she wasn't dead?
There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt,
someone says, "Time heals the hurt.
Little man you got to keep on keepin' on."
But all you want is Mama's arms.
It couldn't be true. Sasuke ran out side tripping over something that had been left out in the garden. He picked it up and threw it across the garden; he continued to pick up everything and anything to throw. He only stopped when he felt his fathers hand on his shoulder. His mother was the only person that made him feel safe, he rarely felt safe since he couldn't see.
You ride back home in a limousine,
the saddest car that you've ever seen,
your brother cannot look you in the eye.
Sasuke sat in the car next to Itachi, he didnt say anything Sasuke assumed he was deep in thought. The rain bet down on the window, it seemed that even the sky was crying today.
Lightning strikes and thunder roars, 'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
an early winter in that heart of yours,
but you swear you won't let them see you cry
Sasuke listened to the rain imagining the dark clouds outside and knew they matched the one in his heart. He felt the pressure behind his eyes but he refused to cry, Uchiha's don't cry.
The neighbours come and bring you pies,
endless words and futile sighs,
and you run up to your room and lock the door.
Sasuke looked at all the people coming into his house, talking and laughing, how can they? She's gone and never coming back and they were laughing? Sasuke ran to his room locking the door behind him before sliding against the door to the ground. He sat there with his knees to his chest, sobbing.
And there you are in your Sunday best, 'cause all you want is Mama's arms.
the way your Mama would have had your dressed,
and you realize it doesn't matter anymore
The suit he was wearing was his mothers favourite, any chance she had she would have Sasuke dressed in it. But now she would never see him wear it again.
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes.
The seasons change the young boy grows
to understand its all part of some plan.
You used to wonder what it's all about,
now those are questions you can do without.
You laugh them off and do the best you can.
But all you want is Mama's arms.
All you want is Mama's arms.
Sasuke sat and listened as the boy finished the song and his memories came to an abrupt stop.
"It was lovely"
"Yeh I heard it the other day, I had to look up the lyrics but yeh its one of my favourites. I'm Naruto by the way"
"I'm Sasuke." They sat there as Naruto played random tunes on his guitar.
"Oi Naruto lets go we're needed inside." Came the harsh voice of the pink haired girl, "oh hi Sasuke" she said shyly.
"Hn" he stood and went to walk inside, when he felt a warm hand grasp his. He felt the heat in his cheeks as he was carefully led inside. "Thanks Naruto."
"No probs" he stood as the sound of the blonde jumping up the stairs to the stage.
"Wow you didn't bite his head off, I'm impressed. I suddenly have a deep respect for him."
"Shut up Itachi." He was right though, why didn't he yell at the blonde boy for touching him?
"Hey Sasuke I'm having a party next week wanna come?" Sasuke never went to parties because the loud noises and close packed bodies always made him disorientated.
"You know I don't go to parties, Neji."
"But I'm inviting the band, with the sexy blonde." Sasuke suddenly felt like reconsidering. "Go on you know you want to."
"fine, fine I'll go but if it gets to loud I'm going home and you can drive me."
"You got it" now all Sasuke had to do was survive the night. He could hear the girls calling him and he shuddered. He spent most of the night sitting out the way, while listening to the people on the dance floor and the music the band was playing. Slowly the crowd noise died down and a slower song played, it made him think of couples and somehow he knew everyone had partnered up and was dancing.
"Sasuke, why aren't you dancing?"
"Can you see anyone who hasn't already got a partner?"
"No…"
"Well there you go."
"Sasuke I threw this ball so you could find a future wife." Sasuke sighed, he wasn't interested in girls, but he couldn't tell his father that.
"I know but I'm too young anyway."
"Your 16, you're old enough to at least have a girlfriend." Sasuke found it easier to keep his mouth shut. He heard his father sigh before standing and walking away.
"Thank you for inviting us Sasuke"
"Hn" people continued to thank him for the ball. Soon the room was empty. He could only hear Neji talking to someone and the band starting to pack up. Sasuke stood up and walked into the next room where his piano stood. He sat down and ran his fingers across the keys, before he began to play. He soon realised he was playing the song Naruto had sung for him earlier. He smiled as he continued to play he was so focused on the music he didn't notice the person entering the room until they sat down next to him.
"I didn't know you could play an instrument." He recognised the blonde's voice, not realising that he had stopped playing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I'll go." Before he knew it Naruto had left, leaving him alone in the big room. Sasuke sat there until Itachi came in yawning.
"What are you doing Sasuke? Its late go to bed." Sasuke stood and walked past Itachi slowly making his way to his room. He fell on his bed and thought of the blonde boy who he met tonight, fervently wishing he could see his face. He soon fell into a deep sleep filled with all the colours he couldn't see.