Sequel To Betrayal: Acceptance.

(Actual)Chapter One: Something out of nothing.

By: YaoiFanGirlKira

To all readers: I don't own Naruto, nor the song, "Pretty Girls," by Sugarcult NOR "Over and Over" By Three Days Grace.

When Sasuke backed away from me, I only blinked in surprise. Then, I broke my promise, and socked him in the face with all the force I could muster. How dare he?! "What was that?!" I whispered, looking at his body, which lay, slumped against the wall of the office. Slowly, I put I hand to my lips, and in my mind replayed what just happened. Sasuke…kissed me. He KISSED me. Why? I backed up, fingers still on my lips, turned around and ran from the school.

When I got to my car, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket, and pulled them out, opening then starting the car. I pulled out of there, and sped to my save haven. My save haven, is my house. It is the only place where no one—but Sai, is allowed to enter without my permission. I say with the exception of Sai because he has a key to my house.

Upon entering, I took off my shoes and fell on the couch. Places in my body hurt that I didn't even knew I had. You know how that is, like after a long, new exercise and you hurt. I closed my eyes and sighed. Sasuke Uchiha…. You see me after three years…and you kiss me as your greeting. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I shook my head, trying to make them go away. Did I tell you how much I hate to cry? The tears slipped out of my eyes, deciding to 'go away' another way than which I had planned. I turned over on my back and lifted my forearm to settle on the bridge of my nose. Tears slipped out between the cracks of where I could see light when I blinked away the tears. What was the kiss supposed to mean? Did he love me? I shook my head that was crazy. But…he did say, "This is why…." Before, right? I sighed, unable to make sense of it all, and got up. Wiping away the tears with the back of my hand, I slowly went to the bathroom. Upon entering, I reached for the drawer, where my little black case lay. I opened the case and took out the abused razor. My mind reeled, would I have to skip school because of him? Would I even go the measure of dropping out? I think…

I slit my wrist, a new cut once again. The ones that had been made earlier that morning where just beginning to seal over themselves with new flesh. The second cut ran over one of the healing ones, and I winced a little. It hurt more than I had expected it to. This called for one thing if I where to continue, which in my mind, I had full intention to. The cutting calmed me, and helped me think a little more clearly. I went into my room and turned on the CD player. I hooked up the speakers so that the songs from the CD player would play loudly, incase I whimpered. I pressed play and "Pretty Girls," By Sugarcult automatically started to blast out of the speakers. Satisfied with that, I walked back into the bathroom and picked up the razor.

After a few minuets, my arm was bleeding, and in total comparison to a river of red, thick water. I decided to cut myself one last time for good measure just to make sure that everything would be clearer when I stopped for the night and wrapped my arm up—to go think about this more before even daring to go back to school. As my last cut was dragged slowly to draw out more pain, the door to the bathroom was thrown open, and a gasping for breath Sasuke was standing there.

After a few seconds of seconds of silence between us, the music of "Pretty Girl" was ending, and "Over and Over," By Three Days Grace started up, he stepped forward. My mouth opened agape, I was unable to say anything. He grabbed my wrist, the one that was bleeding, and held it up to his face. "I made you do this." He said it as though it was a fact and not a question. I closed my mouth, my mind running a million thoughts a second, and my brain not able to keep up with them. One question that was repeating was, "How the hell does he know where I live?!" He placed his lips on the self-inflicted wounds, and his tongue snaked out and licked some of the blood. I shivered, my body finally responding to his movements. My left arm drew back to punch the dark-haired bastard, but as I made the move to punch him, he caught my fist in one hand. The other still held mine. I tried to escape his grip as he pulled back to look me in the eyes, but it was futile, his grip was like iron. "Sasuke let me go." I said, trying to calm my heart rate. "Naruto…" His words where strained. "Sasuke let me go," I repeated, a little louder this time. "I wanted to explain…" He said breathlessly. I wondered if he had ran here, but then I remembered the distance and the fact that we weren't in high school anymore, and that both of us had cars. "Why I did what I did." I felt my eyes go wide. Was I ready to hear his explanation? "Naruto…I did…what I did…because…" I ripped out of his slipping grip. I guess he thought I gave up, but I hadn't. I ran from him and into my bedroom. I locked my door, and turned around, planning to slide down on the door as a support, but instead was face to face to Sai.

"Where is that bastard?" He had a mark on his face that looked similar to a beaten banana. "Sai…what happened?" My CD player paused for a moment, before coming to an end. Many songs must have passed, and I didn't even hear them all. Damnit Sasuke. The only sound that could be heard was Sai and Sasukes heavy breathing and the nauseous, steady, drip of my blood onto the floor. Sai glanced at the cuts, ignoring my question. "Did he do that to you?" A slight hesitation, then the truth, "No.". I had thought about lying and letting Sai kick Sasukes ass even more, but something about Sasuke wanting to explain why he had done what he did made me tell the truth. Something I don't normally do. And, then Sai did the most surprising thing ever. Even more surprising than when he kissed me for the first time. Even though I hadn't cared back then. He punched me. Sai, my best friend, punched me in the face. My body gave leeway into the door, and a horrifying crunching sound followed. Everything was quiet for a few moments, before I heard Sasuke shout, "Naruto! What the fuck was that?!"

Sai shouted back, "It was me, dumbass. You thought you could lock me out, but you know what? Fuck you." I winced as all this reached my now tender eardrums. I was still recovering from the shock that Sai had punched me. "And, Naruto, that's what you get for cutting yourself. I don't care what the fucking reason is. You need to find better ways to cope with your stress." Sai said this calmly to me. A bang to the door made me glance behind me, reminding me that Sasuke was still there. "Look…Sai…" I said softly, looking around my room hopelessly. This is why I didn't want Sai to find out, and one of the many reasons I didn't want Sasuke to come back. "I…do…need to find better coping skills…but…all this…" I waved my unscathed arm around in the air, "You have to understand why I did what I did."

He glared at me and hissed, "I knew you where cutting yourself. I knew it. I just didn't say anything until now." I looked to the side, ashamed. Then stepped up, and socked Sai back in the face. "Don't hit me then, talk to me about it." I hissed back. Sasuke took this time to open the door and pull me off of Sai; I turned and punched him in the face too. Sasuke blinked, not really expecting that, but maybe that was payback. Another form of it. He had to see me suffer, and so now I would make him suffer. With Sasuke slightly stunned, I whipped around and kicked him in the side, making him stumble to the left. I turned to Sai, and glared at him. "Get out of my house." He blinked a little surprised, then glared right back. "Fine." I then turned to Sasuke and said the same. They both left through the front door, and I was sure that my neighbors would be calling the cops right then, but I didn't really care.

So much had happened in the first day of college. And they say that high school has a lot of drama. I sighed and sat on my bed. I needed better coping skills, Sai was right. But how to get them? I wondered, and why did Sasuke kiss me? I was about to find out…but did I really want to know? I wasn't even sure of that myself. I got up, cradling my cut arm which had begun to throb, along with my stomach muscles, in which Sai punched me in. I pressed play on the CD player on my way out, so that all the songs replayed themselves. I traveled slowly to the bathroom and wrapped my cuts in toilet paper once again. I looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom, and my vision clouded with black and purple. Quickly looking down, I stumbled to the sink, and threw up. I bet you can't guess what I threw up. What's that you say? Oh, heh, yeah. You got it. Blood. I threw up blood, again. All over the tiny sink, thick, red liquid covered the inside and some of the shittly painted silver aligning that covered the cracks on the sink. I looked in the mirror, and wanted to shatter it. My fist twitched in reaction to my thought. I'm usually a 'go-on-impulse' kind of person, but I had to hold myself back because this was the only mirror I had for now.

My reflection…it looked like I hadn't eaten in weeks, I had large, black and purple circles under my eyes. My normally bright blue eyes where dull like the dead. And, the whisker like marks on my cheeks where showing up more than usual. I wondered momentarily where I had gotten them from, but then stopped, because I remembered. My father's accident, when the car had run into the tree, I had tried to go see my dad, stupidly looking in face-first. And so, I got the three whisker-like marks on my face. An ever-reminder of who caused my fathers death. Me. I now wished I hadn't thought of that. The tan that I had acquired over the summer, even though I hadn't really gone outside was still there, but somehow it looked as though it was fading some.

I shook my head. I needed to get outside, and get away from all this. Then it hit me. I could go live with someone for a little while. Someone that I hadn't seen in a while. Someone like…Kiba! Yeah, I could go see him. I looked up, a small smile crossed my features, but then I remembered that Kiba wouldn't be the best one to support me in this time. Sure, he was a really great guy, don't get me wrong, but he's a little on the, "Come on, lets go do this and this and this!" kind of guy. And I don't know if my body would be up for that right now. Maybe when I recovered a little.

I sighed and decided to go to sleep. Thinking about all this was doing nothing but stressing me out even more. And that was the last thing I needed to do. Looking at the blood on the sink, I grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned it up. I tried to smile at myself in the mirror, but it was a vain attempt. I got a scary looking guy smiling at me every time I did so, and even though I knew it was me, I got a little freaked out by it.

After I was sure that there was no blood on my sink, and that my front door was locked, I walked into my room, music still playing, I laid down, and closed my eyes. For a moment, sleep didn't come and I complained to myself that if I couldn't go to sleep that I was going to kill myself I started to have sleeping problems. I didn't need more problems to add to my list of growing ones. But then, exhaustion took over, and I passed out.

The next morning, I awoke. I opened my eyes, and actually felt a little better. Though it was only for a second. Seeing it was dark outside, I wished I could go back to sleep. I hated being up when it was dark out. Getting up, I winced. Too much pressure on the cut arm, it was as though I had forgotten about it. Well, if it was worried that I had, I certainly hadn't forgotten my self-mutilation service. I sighed and ran a hand through my messy, tangled hair. 'Shower.' Was my first thought after that. And so shower I did, and it was actually a quick one. I supposed there had to be some reason why I didn't stay in there a little longer like I usually did, but I was upset to find out the reason that I had gotten out so early was that I had a visitor. My internal persona had to be warning me to get out of the shower and to get ready for this guest, because as soon as I got finished changing into a black long sleeved t-shirt and black jeans, my door bell rang. At first, I really didn't want to answer it. But, after about a bagillion times of someone ringing the door bell, I had no choice but to answer it. My throat felt as though it was tied in a not as I opened the door.

Sasuke Uchiha was standing outside my door with a pissed expression on his face. He walked inside and pushed me up against the wall, shutting the door behind him with his foot. "You want me to explain or not?" He demanded.

Eh. I had planned to make it longer than this. But you can deal with it until I feel like updating more. xD

Sorry.

--Kira