Another one. This came shortly after (SPOILER!) Itachi died in the possibly saddest (and lamest) way he could. During that time, I thought 'Hmm…that's probably going to fuck up Sasuke a bit more.' Of course, this was before Tobi's epic speech-rant on Konoha and the Uchiha Clan which really screwed our little emo up. Regardless, I still think it's going to end in the way I predicted. Otherwise, I lose forty bucks.
Beer Goggles
Summary: Sasuke drinks with the most unlikely person ever.
Rain was falling onto my skin. Tipping my head back, I let the cold seep into my skin. Lately, it's the only thing I can feel besides the pleasant buzz of alcohol when I start laughing. An undignified snort escapes me and my beer has spilled a bit from my laughing as I ponder the fact that I'm not even the legal drinking age anywhere. Then again, who the fuck cares? I'm in the middle of nowhere. Even that stupid bitch Karin can't find me, not that I actually want her to.
"Hopefully Suigetsu is keeping her occupied," I say to no one at all. That was another weird thing I've picked up along with my drinking. I've been talking to myself; that or an imaginary friend that I don't even know of. Maybe I've gone crazy, but I've crossed the line of sanity more times than I can count or care to count. Numbers were boring anyway.
I knock back a sip, staring at the beer can nestled comfortably in my palm. I'd tried the stronger stuff before. I had shochu the first day I arrived at Orochimaru's lair at a celebration party. The people at Oto really know how to throw a party when they want to and I laugh at the memory that suddenly pops into my head. It isn't really funny, but I can't stop laughing for some reason. Have I gone crazy? I ask that to my drinking partner but he doesn't give a response. That's okay; I'm okay with talking a bit more, but I really want to know if I've gone crazy. Blinking my eyes a couple of times, I realize that I can't really see. The forest is spinning and the sounds of the birds are muffled. It's like hearing through cotton balls that have suddenly and randomly become jammed in my ear and I laugh again for no reason. My head jolts when I laugh and everything starts spinning. I can't see anything clearly. I probably wouldn't be able to recognize my hand. I probably wouldn't be able to recognize myself if I looked in the mirror, but I wouldn't be surprised. I've shut myself away for three years, quietly losing my mind inside myself as I lose my humanity on the outside. I can't feel anything anymore. All I ever feel now is loneliness, pain, and the small blissful buzz I feel when I drink.
"And it's all because of you," I slur, turning my head to the decapitated head of my brother. The blood has already started to clot and his eyes stare aimlessly at nothing. Beside his head stands an open can of beer, the rain water slowly trickling into the opened tab.
Opening another can, Sasuke lazily raised it in his hand as the rain began to pour.
"Cheers, you bastard." And then he let the alcohol slide past his lips, letting the rain sink into his skin as he sat in silence with his brother.
