A/N:Okay so I know I was not very descriptive on the first chapter. I was very tired and wanted to get the chapter in BECAUSE I JUST LOVED THE MOVIE! Plus, the reason why I did this is because the movie reminded me of Sasusaku almost immediately! :D So I am pretty sure I just wasted some of your valuable time :) Enjoy!
Ooooh
Don't you say goodbye,
Don't just say, goodbye
I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding
If that'll make it right
~It Will Rain-Bruno Mars~
Chapter 2
The room was dark, and my black hoodie made it darker—to me. The cream couch was now a soft and grey bench. I hung my head low, hoping this nightmare would end. I heard the click of the door and the clanking keys. Itachi was home.
"Yeah," said Itachi. He was probably on the phone. I couldn't tell because of my hoodie. He turned on the lamp in the doorway. "Just tell him that I'll be able to meet him on Friday… Yeah… Thanks, Sekai. Bye." He started for the lightswitch. "Why is it so dark in here?"
"DON'T turn on the lights!" I shouted.
"What?" asked Itachi, baffled. "Why?"
"Itachi," I started. "Why do you love me?"
There was an ominous pause between us. He sighed and smirked—I think.
"You're my little brother of course," answered Itachi.
"DON'T!" Itachi flicked on the lights as I crashed into the mirror beside it. The lights flickered revealing my horrific appearance. Itachi made a face I have never seen in my life. His eyes were wide and dilated, his mouth was open, and his eyes—his eyes terrified me the most—they started turning a dark red. Our eye contact was so long, but—in reality—so short.
We went to the top ten plastic surgeons. We were at our last hope. The other nine couldn't do anything.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Uchiha," said the surgeon. "There is a lot of risks—especially with how much work we would need to do on him—physically, mentally, and financially, but if you are willing to do it anyway, we'll try as much as we can."
"Done," said Itachi. "We'd risk anything."
"Anything?" I asked, frustrated. He looked at me, confused. I got out of the chair, tipping it over, and stormed off to the car. Itachi tried to catch up to me.
"SASUKE!" Itachi called out. He grabbed my arm and had me look at him.
"You said 'we'd' risk anything," I told him. "That includes death." I shrugged him off, and got in the black Ferrari.
"You know I didn't mean it like that," he said, while I put on the seatbelt.
"But it came out that way," I told him.
"Okay," said Itachi, getting into the car. "You don't have to do the plastic surgery, but I think I have a little proposition."
"What?" I asked. He smiled and told the driver to go to a certain address.
"You'll see…"
I stared out the window of the house that I would be staying at—according to Itachi. Then I looked at my wrist—the tree's leaves were falling which means that it's fall. I looked back with a sigh. The city was so far away. You can see all the buildings here, and you might think it's amazing. However, I was so selfish and arrogant and thought that the place was a piece of shit, but I didn't let it show.
"So," said Itachi. "Welcome home! How do you like it?"
"We're going to live here now?" I asked. "Are we going to keep the condo in the city?"
"Well, I guess I can stay there overnight." I looked at him with disbelief. "Hey! You have Hinata here. You'll be fine—and I'm hiring a private tutor."
"A private tutor?"
"Yeah! He's your age—surprisingly very smart."
"Great," I scoffed, sarcastically.
"I gotta go to work," said Itachi. "I'll see you later, kiddo." He rubbed my head like when I was seven and left. I shook my head and browsed around the house. I guess it was pretty big, but the crème house was too plain and it reeked of fish.
It's been two weeks since I lived here—isolated and lonely—and Itachi never came back to check on me. He always sent me texts saying, 'Hey! Can't come today!', 'Got held up at work.' Or 'Sorry I couldn't come today. So-and-so was only available today and he/she wouldn't take no for an answer.' Bullshit. I doubted that he'd ever come. As I was thinking of many 'colorful' names for Itachi, the doorbell rang. I looked out the peephole and saw a guy with whisker-like scars.
"Don't come in here," I told him.
"Well, I won't, unless you open the door," said the guy.
"I don't want to you to see me."
"Why? Wait! It doesn't matter. I'm blind." The guy's blind? I sighed to myself. Figures. He would hire a blind tutor. I hesitated to open the door. He walked in, swaying his silver guide-stick, so he wouldn't bump into anything.
"Welcome to hell." I walked away from him, annoyed by the fact that my own brother would hire a BLIND tutor.
It seemed like he heard me walk away because I heard him mumble sarcastically, "Nice to meet you too."
"Sasuke-sempai," said Hinata. I turned to look at her, and she gave me 'the look'. I rolled my eyes like a little boy and walked over.
"I'm Sasuke."
"Naruto's the name, dattebayo!" Naruto gave a fierce thumbs up which almost whacked me in the head. I put his hand down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to almost hit you."
"Hn."
"I'm going for a walk," I told them. "Hinata, show Naruto to his room."
"Okay," said Hinata. She put her right hand on Naruto's back and her left in his left hand. "This way, Naruto-san." They both walked away. I found a little humor when I heard a crash in the hallway.
"Are you okay, Naruto-san?" asked Hinata.
"I'm fine," said Naruto. "And you can call me just Naruto or if you want, you can add the –kun suffix." I shook my head, got my hoodie and went out the door.
I don't know how, but I ended up in the neighborhood where Sakura lives. How do I know that? I saw her in one of the windows reading a book. I decided to stay there for a while. After a few minutes, she looked at her phone, grabbed her jacket and red headphones, and headed out the door. She seemed to be listening to some music—she was dancing randomly on the street. It amused me because she started humming to the song and singing off key. When she realized she sang the notes wrong, she shut up and checked if anyone saw. I followed her all the way to the market. She was talking to the cashier and came out with a box of 'Yummy Gummies'. Sakura almost turned to look at me, but the walk sign was up on the intersection and she walked out of my sight.
I didn't know why, but I felt disappointed. She reminded me of a pink rose, somehow. She's so gentle and graceful—even if she makes a mistake. When I'm around her, I want to smile—a real smile. Her rose pink hair flowed with the cool wind, and each step was in sync with my heartbeat. I rested my back on the wall with my hand on my chest. I realized what was happening as I slid down the cold cement. With my free hand, I made a fist and stared at it. I softened the fist and the whites of my knuckles were fading. I sighed and looked up at the clear night sky. The stars twinkling like the sparkle in Sakura's eyes. Putting my head down, I asked myself one question…
"Am I falling for her?"
