The Healing

Chapter 2: The Flood

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With her small stature, I couldn't imagine for her to be the person to have carried me to this bleak brown room. She was brewing something in the kitchen that had the scent of tea and chocolate. Maybe with a hint of milk as well. I'll admit that her tainted white apron reminded of me the maids we had back in the family compounds. My mother relied on these people to do all the work for her while she supported my father with ''kind' words and disciplined me in the family library where no one heard us. In those days, before I met Uzumaki I never truly realized how much my mother scared me. I merely categorized her as the same with every living being.

As a mother, she would often limit my free time, make me feel guilty, command me like some kind of dog. The last thing I ever noticed about me mom was that she had a short temper like my father.

I recall one important day on that rainy night, there was a black out and we had to rely on match lit candles to see our way through the house my mother held another one of her sessions downstairs in the library then told me that I had to be "polite and kind to the public", at the time I spoke out that, that is considered as lies if you weren't truly kind. She said it's considered that it was fake optimism, but insisted that it is still lies. It was then that I realized at how petty our family was: Dishonest and non-trustworthy. My perspective on the lives around me changed and I realized that my mother was wearing a mask. I felt a shock like none other. Was everyone's smiles and kindness towards me in school fake? Did everyone lie to me when they could? Every chance they could get? Was I not worthy of honesty? Because I could not match up to the skills of my brother. Or my father? But what I do know what was true was that my father looked down on me. In my mind there was a plague of monsters, black hideous creature with a thick bronze mask and with a sinister smirk as they looked down on me. I was invulnerable to their tallness.

I retorted "how ugly" out loud; my mother did not turn to a blind eye when I muttered this. In her outburst of rage she came up, bent her knee a little to match up to my height as a 14 year old, smiled sweetly then began to hit me with the use of her slender fingers. "Who do you think you are" and "what do you think you're doing to this family?" she repeated over and over again. I could remember the sound of her hand as it hit my cheek and the thud of when I hit the ground as she continued to hit me. With my one eye undamaged I remembered how 3 candles lights went out, it must have been from the amount of air I had blown out from my mouth as the pain throughout my body increased.

As I lied on the floor of the pink haired girls room, I felt the pain of my body during that time. The time remained on the cold cement ground of that dungeon. That library. I ran away from home after that event. As usual no one had missed me when I came back. No one noticed.

It was in the Konoha South River that I met Naruto Uzumaki. It wasn't until he stopped me from dying in the raging waters of the river that I realized that I was scared of my mother's lessons, my family's elite class and the façade of my fellow human beings. I was a child. I did not know any better. Who knows, I might now have changed much at all. But the fact that he jumped to save this pitiful life made me realize that I had tried to run away from this repressed life. I was a coward. I probably still am.

I tightened my fist after I came up to land and choked on bits of unclean water. His tan face yet baby soft skin was then plastered by bruises and blood from the wrath of my right fist. "Just let it out, but don't throw away your future. I'm sure you just needed to let out some steam. Dying would probably be best for everyone. Do you really want to give in and do what they want?"

As my bloodshot eyes widened I realized that this goofball from my class made a good point: I was sick of following orders. I decided to annoy them by surviving. Leaving would be best for everybody including myself. I had to annoy them even myself if I had to. I decided to live.

I was gone for about a week away from home and stayed in Uzumaki's not so luxurious home. When I got back, I was not greeted by anyone, I felt as though no one noticed that I was there, the maids went about their house chores and the other family members minded their own business. Whether they knew that I had been missing or were ordered to ignore me did not matter. What I had wanted to accomplish in my arrival at that time was a confrontation with my mother. "You're ashamed of me aren't you? And mother you have no right to hold motherhood position." This had a great insult to her. When she first saw me she held such indifference, but underwent through different emotions as I said those. Her cold raven eyes widened then her eyebrows furrowed in anger. It was a quiet day I came back so it wasn't a shock when people within the household heard her scream and cry.

They came and saw her on the floor then they asked what had happened while they glared at me. "He suddenly yelled at me then pushed me to the ground. I was just being a good mother". She had the gall to forge tears and sorrow. I only wished that I could've told her that she was frightening. I closed my eyes and thought of her fake feminine wiles. She was indeed scary.

I wasn't aware of the hours I've slept on the ground of this ever so bright room since the scent of tea was still fresh in the air, but I think that's because this room is on top of a mini teashop.

She said that I had asked for help when she came by yesterday in that rain. I wonder if she lied because I don't recall every asking for help from anyone in my lifetime. But it didn't really bother me so much as I found it something interesting to muse about.

I'm pretty sure that hours have passed since I last woke up because she was no longer here. I was alone with food on the table. My stomach made an irritating noise as soon as I saw the dumplings, rice, tea, and soup flatly put on the table on the corned of the room next to the window. I was starving. I had not eaten since yesterday and I knew I was complaining, but before I could think about it, my mouth had already consumed the white dumplings and rice. I ate like a poor man, eating every little bits left on the plate. I at least was decent enough to wash the dishes before I left. I wonder why I did that…? It felt as if I was poor man in my past life.

His name was Kankuro who owned the teashop called "Tea Leaves" and I swear no one had any creativity these days. He looked like an ogre with his face paint on, but I started to think of today's culture. I accepted that. His brother though was someone that I could not stand with his nonchalant attitude and faded green eyes, I left before Kankuro could introduce me.

On my way towards the train tracks the rose haired girl sat in front of the red and white stop sign. I was too busy focusing on the warm feel of the weather on my skin and the rubbles of the huge piles of pebbles in the surrounding area that caused me to wonder if I was really in Konoha. Far focused on these matters to hear the words coming out from her cherry colored lips, but with the trains passing by I doubt I could hear what she's actually saying. One thing I was able to hear from her mutter was the word "Uchiha," she must know about our company, about our money seizing company.

I did notice, however, that she wore a white summer dress with some wet sandals on the soles of her feet and I remembered, though she had already walked away, that I did not know her name.

Author's Notes(Time for my rambles):Yay I updated. I'm not sure if this is considered late, but I was writing out ideas with the side of doing school work and goofing off. Thank you to my first 3 reviewers :). Okay that is not a lot, but it is something at the very least.

I might actually redo the first chapter to add more information and I feel that it's too short so I will probably add more history stuff to it, maybe the same length as this chapter. Don't hate me for this .

And yes I know this story is going a bit slow and not much sasuxsaku going on here but it will be coming. I just wanted to do a history of 'this' Sasuke because he is out of character. I wrote this chapter in a way that could be easily understood I suppose. (I hope I did a good job on that part at least)

Extra Note: If anyone actually wanted to know on why I made Sasuke this way:
I wanted to make him seem more 'human' and 'normal'. Someone who has regrets, failures, confusion, and hunger. Since in most fanfics Sasuke is godly in a way. I wanted to get away from 'that' in my fiction.

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