MONSTER

Chapter 2

WARNING: LEMON DROP CRINGE WORTHY SCENE IN THIS CHAPTER!

Sasuke POV:

I don't know why I was so drawn to that dobe in class today. Perhaps it was because he intrigued me. He was always alone, just like me. We were the same and yet...total opposites. Whereas people would always seem to avoid him, others flocked towards me. They adore me...praise me...I could do no wrong...but they don't know me. They don't know anything.

The blonde would always greet people with a smile and all he ever gets in return is grunt or a wave of the wave. He shows kindness and just laughs in the face of scrutiny. He was just an annoying yet lovable all around good guy. By these faults there should be no reason why he doesn't have friends. Why then? Why do people avoid him? What is it about him that makes everyone hate him so much?

When our gazes locked, I could sense the loneliness radiating from his azure eyes. So blue. I could practically hear the ocean waves crashing against the shore. His hair was a soft golden wheat dressed with green goggles over his forehead. It complimented his tan skin. On his cheeks, he had markings that always looked like whiskers to me. His face was slightly bruised. Come to think of it, he always looked pretty beat up. We haven't had any sparing training sessions in a while so he didn't get those from here.

I brushed off the thought as class ended. The pink haired girl, named Sakura immediately swarmed me asking me out to dinner or something. So annoying. She was denied instantly. My gazed wandered back up at the blonde. He was resting his head in his arms folded against the table. His eyes were looking off to the left as if in deep thought and his brows slightly furrowed upwards. He looks so sad. Why?

Naruto POV:

He probably doesn't want to talk to me. Not that I could blame him. Besides he's got that pretty girl hanging around him. I would just cramp his style. My gaze shifted slightly toward the raven. He was staring at me. Huh. There was a slight flutter in my stomach when our eyes collided. He's looking right at me. What do I do? Should I try and talk to him? I slowly raised my head and attempted a smile. It was soft yet bashful. I was nervous to say at the very least.

What should I say? Hi, right? No, that's lame. Ah man...By the time I even attempted to form a single word a blonde-haired girl had slumped over the boy's shoulders from behind. There goes my chance...

Sasuke POV:

What's with that smile? Was he blushing? Interesting...My focus was torn away by another blonde, embracing me from behind. So annoying. These damned fangirls. "Hey Sasuke-kun." She cooed in my ear. "I was wondering what you were doing later." Not you. "How about we go out for bbq tonight?" She finished.

Before I could even get a word in I was interrupted by the other obsessive fangirl. "What's makes you think he'd go out with you Ino-pig!" The pink haired girl screamed. The blonde snarled in defense. "He'd have a better time with me than with a billboard-brow like you. You wouldn't even know what to do." So childish. The blonde female slid off my back and confronted the pink haired girl head to head. You could see the sparks ricocheting between their foreheads in an electric wave. While they were distracted I looked back up to the boy. He was gone.

Naruto POV:

I guess I missed my chance to talk to him. Maybe I'll get another one tomorrow. Ya! Were my thoughts as I made my way home. I rummaged through my pocket to find my key and stuck it into the door. It was unlocked. That's weird I'm pretty sure I locked it this morning. Cautiously, I opened the door and stepped inside, kunai in hand. The sight that laid before me was not the state I had left my home in. Broken glass blanketed the floor. The couch had been flipped over along with the coffee table, bleeding cotton stuffing from gash marks in the fabric.

There was a puddle of water caressing the broken shards of glass where a flower lay in the middle. Red paint had been splattered across the once white walls. M.O.N.S.T.E.R. I made my way to the kitchen. Pots and pans had been thrown all around. All my toothpaste and shampoos had been squeezed out and dripped from the ceramic. In the bedroom, my bed had been flipped and sliced. The sheets were torn and the blanket shredded. Clothes had been sprawled out over the floor, some of them ripped.

I sighed and proceeded to clean. As I was crouched down sweeping the broken glass with a small broom and dustpan a large figure stood in my open doorway. He smirked and took a few steps towards me, kicking something out of his way. "This is quite the mess you have here." He coaxed. It was the landlord. I really hated that man. He was large and overweight. His short-curled locks sat awkwardly on his head. He wore small rounded tinted glasses and had a mustache. Disgusting.

I'm willing to bet money he was the one who let those guys in here and trash the place. The door wasn't busted so it was opened by a key. The apartment itself wasn't damaged either, just my things. If they were he as the landlord would have to fix them. Nothing ever changes. "Well, it's not like I was the one who did it." I mumbled under my breath, continuing to sweep. "Insolent little brat!" He screamed as he drew his hand back to strike me.

The amount of force pushed me to the ground, where I landed face first into the pile of broken glass. I could feel blood beginning to ooze from my cheek as he drew back his foot and began to repeatedly kick me in my stomach. He didn't stop even as I hacked up a small fragment of blood. "How dare you speak to me like that! You ungrateful little shit! No one else in this god forsaken village was willing to take you in. You disrespectful bastard! You should be graveling at my feet for my generosity!" He kicked me one last time and then aggressively pulled my hair to raise my head to meet his despicable gaze.

The man spat in my face. His saliva dripped down my bloodied cheek. "Now..." He pulled tighter causing me in winced in pain. "What do we say to our elders when they help you?" His menacing stare piercing through my toughened facade. His voice had softened but equally as threatening. My breathing had become rapid and unbalanced, gargling blood in my throat. I wanted to fight back. I wanted to make him hurt the same way I was...but I couldn't. If I were to even just defend myself, he would just go to the Hokage and my punishment would just be worse.

I mustered whatever strength I had to form the words, choking on every letter. "Th-ank-y-ou." I shuddered, as he licked his lips in triumph. His disgusting breath pricking my flesh which each fiber. "And what do we do to show our appreciation?" He cooed, as he stood, not relinquishing the hold he had on my hair. Pulling my hair tighter he slammed my head forward and stopped only an inch away from his crotch. No...please no. Not this. Anything but this...Please.

I could feel the tears form, blurring my vision. My hands shakenly moved to his belt and undid the clasp, pulling out his already hard erection. Just beat me...please just beat me. I hate this. Why does this always have to happen? Why just me? Why always me? I can't help what I am. I can't help that they chose me to seal away the nine-tailed demon. I didn't choose this! He thrust his harden cock into my mouth and gagged me. Over and over again until he pulled out and spewed white sticky secretions all over my face, causing the cuts to burn.

He threw me back against the wall and fixed his pants before turning to leave. "You'll always be a filthy beast, but at least you're good for something." He chuckled and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. The only thing I could do was cry. I fell to my hands and knees and banged my fist repeatedly to the floor, cursing. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Why? WHY? I bellowed in a sickening cry over and over again in my head. If I wasn't so afraid of dying I wouldn't have to live like this! I berried my face into the wooden floor, hyperventilating. Breathe...breathe...it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I know it. Everything's gonna...

I raised my head to the tapping noise on my window. The sun was starting to set, rays of light shifted in the change. With great effort, I manage to bring myself to my feet. I stumbled over to the window and peered outside. Nothing. Slowly I tried to open it. It got stuck and I had to use a little more force to slide it open. Losing control, it slammed into the side of the apartment making a ruckus. That's when a shadow quickly flew past me heading into the sunset. It was a raven. I watched as it sored with ease, gliding into the winds so carefree. It warmed me, even though my jealously. I sighed and pondered for a moment. A raven, huh.

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Sasuke POV:

The next morning at school I sat in my usual spot on the far left of the classroom. I couldn't sleep so I got up early and came here. There weren't many students here yet so it was quiet, just the way I like it. A few minutes went by and my mind began to drift. The world around me fell silent as I let my thoughts run rampage. Remembering an all too familiar pain. Itachi...

When I opened my eyes, they were drawn to a certain spiky haired blonde that had just entered the room. Something about him looked...off. His clothes were tattered a little more than yesterday and one of the lenses in his goggles had cracked. I watched as he made his way over to his usual chair two rows behind me. As he was about to pass me he stopped and shyly caught my gaze. My onyx eyes trapped in his azure blue once again. His gaze drifted to his seat and then back to me.

He looked nervous, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. After a moment of pondering he seemed to have mustered up some courage. He carefully took a step forward and returned my gaze with confidence. "Would you mind...if I sat next to you?" He asked. It wasn't that I didn't mind it was just that it shocked me. He's never spoken to me before. I found myself bewildered by his smile and soothing raspy voice. There was a light flush to my face and a flutter in my stomache though I made note not to show it.

That happaned yesterday too. I wonder what that's about. The boy's smile started to fade as he bit his bottom lip nervously and looked off the left. Oh crap, I still haven't answered him. The boy made a slight movement to turn away before my hand dropped from my chin and rested on the table near the open seat. What the hell is wrong with me? Why didn't I just say 'sure'? The blonde's smile returned and he pulled the chair out from next to me and sat down.

"I'm Naruto...Naruto Uzamaki." He smiled bashfully, rubbing the back of his head.

"Uchiha, Sasuke." I stated. Of course, we knew each other's names but we had never spoken or even introduced ourselves before now. I wonder why now. Now that he was so close I could see all of cuts and bruises on his face. Those cuts weren't there yesterday were they? They look pretty fresh. What the hell does he so do get so beat up? Should I ask him? "Hey Naruto," I started, "what happened to your face? Those cuts look pretty bad."

His eyes widened as he pressed his hand gently over the wounds, covering them. He stumbled over his words, looking for an excuse. "I-uh-tripped-and uh-fell. Ya that's it. See-what had happened was I knocked over a vase and it shattered. When I went to go clean it up I tripped and scrapped my face in glass. Pretty stupid, right?" Even a dunce like him can't be that clumsy. I don't buy it.

"You should be more careful." I told him even though I didn't believe his story.

"Ya, silly me." He laughed.

"I'm sure the infirmary could take a look at them." I said.

"Nah, I heal fast. Don't worry." He was smiling, but the closer I looked the more of a mask it seemed to be. What is he hiding?

We talked for a little bit longer. I was actually enjoying his company. He was an idiot but I didn't mind. He managed to bring even a small smile to my face. As I watched him his smile became more and more allude and passionate. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Baka." I bite back a soft chuckle as he told me another one of his ridiculous stories of how he got one of his scars.

Naruto POV:

This is going great. I'm so happy. I'm finally making a friend. I giggled some more. It went on like that for a while. It was nice. I've never actually had a conversation like this before. It was almost overwhelming. I wish I could have stayed in that moment forever, but it wasn't meant to be.

To be continued...

Got a little dark there. Honestly, I wasn't planning it to turn out like that but damn that's what I ended up typing. Hope you enjoyed! FEEL FREE TO REVIEW!