Monkey: I'm sorry for taking so long to update -sneeze- I'm really sick right now, but I'd rather do a fanfic than do my homework -3-;;
I hope you guys like it, and thanks so much for all your wonderful reviews x3
Sasuke backed up into the counter.
The shot glass fell out of his hand and shattered loudly when it hit the white tiled floor.
Sapphire eyes looked at the glass piece curiously. "You know you just dropped the glass, right?"
That shook Sasuke out of his shock. "Who are you? How did you get in my house?" He knew for a fact that only his mother had a copy of his house key, no one else, not even—especially not—Kakashi. He narrowed his eyes and took a step towards the blonde whose grin widened.
"I told you, I'm your muse." Amusement sparkled in his eyes.
"How did you get in my house?" He repeated, reaching out to snatch the other's arm...
Only to have it go right through him.
The blonde smiled at him, innocently.
Shock was clear in onyx orbs.
Did he miss?
He tried again and his hand went through his arm.
Sasuke pulled his hand back quickly. "What are you?"
His so-called muse titled his head to the side, the innocent smile replaced with interest. "Do you have hearing problems?"
The youngest Uchiha scowled. Who the hell did he think he was?
His muse.
Oh yeah, like that made sense. What the hell did he mean by his muse? He'd never had one until now, and if he did, he doubt it would look anything like this guy.
"Get out of my house." Sasuke growled threateningly. He couldn't believe someone had the nerve to break into his house. Or that they had the stealth required for him not to notice.
He didn't know what he would do to the blonde if he said no, but he had to cave under his famous Uchiha glare.
The blonde merely smiled and clasped his hands behind his back, as if he wasn't just staring into death's eyes, or what Sasuke's glare has been called. "Nope."
Sasuke was baffled, but he'd never admit that. Not even under oath. Well... No, not even under oath. He was an Uchiha, the few emotions they openly displayed did not include confusion or any variant of it.
The guy in front of him had to be a moron. There was no other reason why he wouldn't back down. No one could last against the Uchiha glare. Unless they were Uchihas too, but this guy was too happy to be an Uchiha.
Sparing a glance to the clock in his kitchen, Sasuke noticed that it was time for normal people to be asleep. It was well past midnight. But for someone who found out he worked best at night, bed time wasn't an option at the moment.
He looked in front of him and saw the blonde was gone. What the...? He looked around the kitchen and found no traces of the intruder.
Oh damn.
He was going nuts.
It was lack of sleep mixed in with the stress of missing his deadline.
That was... odd.
He'd never shown signs of having hallucinations before, and he didn't think he had any reason to start now.
He ran a hand over his hair. This kind of thing could not be happening to him! Maybe others, but not him!
"You have a big house." The blonde menace spoke up next to him, making Sasuke nearly jump and turn around in fright.
Nearly.
Instead, he reigned in his reflexes at the last moment and simply turned his head and raised a brow, finding the other smiling widely at him.
How the hell had he managed to check his whole house so quickly? He hadn't been gone for that long, and for that matter, why was Sasuke letting him do as he please?
"Get out." He didn't care if he started sounding like a broken record, he wanted whoever the hell the other guy was out of his house now.
"Can't. Or at least not yet anyway."
Can't or won't? "I'll throw you out if I have to." Sasuke gripped the edges of the counter tightly, his knuckles turning white. He only hoped the other wouldn't say...
"You can try. But you won't succeed." His voice sounded confident enough. And Sasuke hated to admit it, and never would out loud, but the blonde moron was probably right. If he couldn't even touch the other...
Wait...
Why the hell couldn't he touch him?
"You're not real." It wasn't a question.
His answer was a sly smile that seemed to hold a lot more than he was letting on. "Maybe, maybe not."
Sasuke felt uncomfortable.
He knew the blonde knew because he could feel those blue eyes staring at him, almost like if he was trying to figure something out.
Normally Sasuke wouldn't be one to show discomfort or unease.
But then again, normally he wouldn't have some ghost in his house or have been willing to try Itachi's tequila either.
...
The tequila!
... Oh, Itachi was a dead man.
"What do you want?"
The blonde walked around his kitchen, looking up and down the place casually, as if he hadn't just let himself into someone else's home and was apparently not real. "I'm your muse."
"You said that already." Sasuke pulled himself away from the counter and walked towards the blonde who smiled and walked in the opposite direction. The young Uchiha followed him, weary of his moments. If he couldn't touch him, and he wasn't real, that only left him so many options.
One, he was a ghost.
But having a ghost for a muse is just too ridiculous.
Having a muse in general was ridiculous. As far as he knew, muses were only around to torment people and unknowingly give them ideas that would haunt them until they wrote them down, but those stories usually lacked a plot and good characters. To him, muse was synonymous to nuisance.
"Exactly. I'm sure you know what a muse does."
Of course he did. He'd just have a near rant about it.
A nod.
The muse saw this from the corner of his eyes and his face brightened. "Great! Then you know I'm here to give you an idea."
"I don't need it. I don't need your help."
The other suddenly stopped walking and turned around. Sasuke crossed his arms over his shoulder and looked at him.
"You're just stubborn. Here I am, coming here, happy to help, and you shoot me down before I even give you an idea." A small pout graced his lips and Sasuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Wait, why would he resist to do that?
He rolled his eyes. "I don't care."
"Yes you do." The other shot. "I bet you've been nearly pulling your hair out for a while now since you have nothing to write about."
Sasuke scoffed. As if he would ever think about doing something so stupid with his perfect hair. "How would you know anything about that?"
A grin. "So I'm right then?"
"No."
"Right." His muse turned around and began walking out of the kitchen, Sasuke right behind him because he didn't trust the other.
Which brought his thoughts back to his previous musings.
His other option, was the worst one.
He finally cracked and this blonde annoyance wasn't real.
Damn.
The blonde noticed Sasuke suddenly stopped walking and turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"
"You really aren't real." Ebony orbs widened for a second before their owner turned on his heels and walked up the stairs and into his room, shutting the door loudly.
The muse frowned. "Oh come on, are you ever gonna hear my idea?"
He was nuts. That was the only explanation.
Tch. What an explanation.
Though it held more logic than his ghost muse theory.
But he was an Uchiha. Uchihas were not crazy.
Unless he wasn't an Uchiha by birth.
Maybe that would explain why he and Itachi clashed so much.
No no, wait.
He still had perfect hair. And the famous Uchiha glare of death that was common in his family. And Itachi was an ass.
No, he was definitely an Uchiha. So the only thing left to blame was Itachi.
Well, his tequila at least.
He cursed the moment he decided to try the no doubt cursed or spiked (can alcohol even be spiked?) present from his dear brother that would soon be dead.
That had to be it. He was hallucinating and that meant that he was crazy for even speaking to that blonde!
Maybe it was schizophrenia?
Black eyes closed as he quickly searched his brain for the symptoms found in schizophrenic patients.
Delusions, hallucinations, spatial disorientation in vision, thought disorder and loss of boundaries between self and nonself were the only things he could remember at that time.
Damn it.
As far as he knew, having one of those symptoms wasn't enough to get him drugged up on pills. Although… he could probably fake the other ones…
"Are you alright?"
Sasuke whirled around angrily, finding the blonde sitting comfortably on his bed, staring up at him. Had he no sense for privacy? "Get out of here!" He took a step towards him and the blonde jumped off the bed, skipping to the other side of the room.
"I thought you knew doors don't stop me."
At this point, Sasuke wasn't sure what he wanted to do first.
Kill himself, or knock himself out to forget all about this weird experience or wake up and find out it was all a dream. Throw something at this guy who claimed to be his muse (what the hell was his name anyway?) until something hit him and knocked him out, or his so far favorite option, go kill Itachi. He already had a long list of reasons as to why he would want to do that, now he just needed to take action against that demon.
Hold on.
There was one more option.
Ignore the blonde moron until he went away or until Sasuke snapped. Possibly again.
That seemed like his best option at the moment.
So I won't direct a single word to him. That ought to make him go and leave me alone.
Unfortunately it didn't seem like the blonde was going to let him off the hook that easily.
"So, you want an idea or not?"
Barely giving him a glance, the raven turned around and walked out of his room and headed for his study, where he could probably put something together.
Too bad his muse decided to follow him.
"You know, things would just be a lot easier if you just accepted my help," his muse told him as he followed him.
He did not need help.
He would find some way to get out of this slump on his own.
Ok, so he was technically on his own since that blonde following him was part of his imagination, but still!
His bed seemed like the perfect place to go to escape this insanity. A little sleep should be able to help, maybe he could write in the morning.
"If you go to sleep, I'll just come back another day."
Sasuke ignored him and got ready for bed. Once he was only wearing a pair of shorts, he laid down and sighed, closing his eyes.
Three hours later, the blonde menace had yet to leave him.
"Get out of my house!" Sasuke exclaimed as he tossed the covers off him. He couldn't even get a moment's sleep while knowing the blonde was still there. It's not like his muse was talking, but he could feel those sapphire orbs looking at him, amused.
The blonde smiled and began skipping around the room, then ran into the bathroom and closed the door when Sasuke took a step towards him.
Wait, he closed the door?
He could close a door?
Sasuke raised a brow. Maybe he really was asleep?
Or maybe he really was schizophrenic, and he was the one that actually closed the door, but instead of feeling it as himself, he saw the blonde do it.
Could he know this if he was really schizophrenic?
Was he paranoid now?
If he was schizophrenic, didn't that mean he was already paranoid?
He couldn't remember.
He imagined that was probably true, but since his imagination seemed to hate him at the moment…
Damn!
He walked over to the door. "Open the door!"
His muse laughed. "Nope! Not until you let me help you out."
"I don't need any help!"
"Says the writer talking to his muse."
Sasuke scowled. "If I could hurt you, believe me, I would…"
"But you can't so come on in!" And the door flew open.
Sasuke ran inside and looked around the spacious area.
What in the…?
It was empty!
The door closed behind him.
Shit.
Sasuke ran up to the door and tried to turn the knob only to find it stuck, almost as if it was locked from the outside. But the lock was on the inside and it wouldn't budge. He pounded on the door.
"Damn it, let me out!"
"Geez Sasuke, you're so indecisive, first you want me to let you in so I do, but now you want me to let you out?"
He knew his name? When had he told him his name? That had to prove it, there was no other way the blonde could know his name other than being a part of him. Although, he didn't know if he liked knowing he had such an annoying part of him.
Sasuke lowered his hand. He normally would never even think about doing this, but just once couldn't hurt.
"Ouch." He winced. He could feel that pinch.
Which meant he wasn't asleep.
Unless his imagination was making him feel pain and make him think he wasn't asleep.
Oh for the love of… this was getting too confusing.
"I'm serious Sasuke, just let me help you and I'll open the door," came the sing-song voice of his blonde muse.
"Never. I'd rather sleep in here." No one could doubt his obstinacy.
"You'll catch a cold."
"I don't care."
The blonde sighed. "Suit yourself then."
There was silence for a few minutes. Sasuke thought that meant that the blonde annoyance was gone.
"I'm still here you know."
Well that had to prove that he was part of his imagination, how else would he be able to know what he was thinking?
Sasuke had already slid down to the floor and was using the door as his support. He supposed it couldn't be too bad to sleep there, really. Other than the fact that his damn muse was right and he could catch a cold.
Well, might as well get some sleep, there wasn't a chance in hell he was going to let that so called muse of his help him out.
He was an Uchiha, he didn't need help.
He regretted now never putting in a rug or something warm to lie down on in his bathroom, but then again, when he was buying all his furniture, he never expected to turn out to be a schizophrenic that would lock himself in his own bathroom.
Morning came. Well Sasuke supposed it was more like early afternoon if the light streaming in from the bathroom window was anything to go by. He lifted his head and looked around.
Crap, he really was in the bathroom.
But what about the door?
He looked at it and saw it was still closed.
Sitting up and shaking his head, he sniffed a couple times, then sneezed.
No way, he really had gotten sick!
He stood up and held his head, his vision swimming. He reached out for the doorknob and tried it.
It opened.
Great, now he wasn't just a schizophrenic, now he was a stupid schizophrenic. How could he have ever thought that he could lock himself in his own bathroom when the lock was on the inside?
He walked into his room and looked around.
No sign of the blonde.
"It was probably that damn tequila…" Sasuke mumbled, sniffling a bit. After checking the house for that blonde muse, he decided he was going to throw out every bottle of tequila he owned.
He walked into his studio and saw his laptop was on sleep mode. He hit the space button and waited for it to come to life when he noticed his cell phone lying innocently beside the laptop.
Sasuke couldn't remember where he had left his phone yesterday, it probably hadn't moved, but he was still a little wary when reaching out for it.
He picked it up and turned on the screen.
Five missed calls, twenty-two new messages and fifteen voicemails.
How in the hell had that happened?
He saw it was one-seventeen in the afternoon and he shook his head.
So much for getting a head start in his writing for the day.
It was all… just a delusion brought on because of the tequila, that blonde was never here…
Yet when he looked at the laptop screen, he took that thought back.
Sasuke, I mean it when I tell you that I'm here to help you, until you do, I hope you have a good day, I'll be seeing you tonight.
Oh great, now his muse was setting up dates with him.
Sasuke sneezed.
He knew he shouldn't have taken that damn tequila.
Monkey: -Sneeze- Bahhh I hate being sick. -.-;; But nearly everyone at school is sick, so it was only just a matter of time.
And yes, the muse is Naruto xP But, is he really a ghost? Is Sasuke just crazy? Or is Naruto something else?
Well you'll find out soon enough xD
Thanks for reading! x3
