PART 2
Sasuke had kept content for a whole month, the queasy stench of blood no longer affected him— though a few others thing did affect him. It had became evident as the days had passed, Naruto noticed the slight tension that unmade Sasuke, the blond began to cover his neck with bandages— his wrists and ankles already hidden by his ample jumpsuit. Sasuke never publicly hung out with Naruto— he never really hung out with anyone, till Naruto had offered him a piece of state— a piece of human flesh. Though that utopia began to wither away— very quickly. Almost too quickly, he had stopped receiving meals after the first four, Sasuke counted. Sasuke counted because he was hungry and needy for that delicious tender meat— so chewable, chewable like the gum Sakura bites into everyday, how she annoys him— taunts him with that smell, that aroma. She knows Sasuke wants her, Sasuke wants to eat her. He craves her and she's toying with him— so easily, she isn't ridiculing him; Sasuke knows what he is. Sasuke knows what he wants, he knows what he needs to eat. It's a curse— but it's still a part of him, and he can't ignore that, he can't cover it up with the pity that he had been jinxed, that an evil eye had set it's sights on him. Sasuke can't wait for Naruto to milk her dry— till she's leaking blood from everywhere and denies the fact that she hadn't gotten Sasuke's breadbasket seething in emptiness and gum. Chewing that pink bubblegum like it's enough fee for his hunger—
"Teme, my place." Naruto said, snapping Sasuke out of his daze. It wasn't long after till Sasuke understood the actual invitation, Naruto didn't want to draw any attention to their hobby.
Naruto expected Sasuke to come— not that it was very common he came, but he never did refuse. Naruto bet the other was hungry too— as hungry as him, but he didn't have anything to satisfy him now, nor did he have anything to satisfy Sasuke. The one thing he did have, was a pretty little lamb he had stolen from a traveling farmer, and a dog he had killed from a rice farm not long away from his complex. He wanted to test this with Sasuke, which is why he had expected nothing of the sort to happen. Sasuke had came at approximately noon, never one to knock— he strutted in ravenous and poised. "Dobe?" Sasuke called out, the odor of fresh carnal flesh never did come— instead the scent of dead pigs had wafted in the room like a reminder of their doings. It wasn't a reminder, Sasuke had found out, as soon as his eyes landed on the lamb and the dead dog on the floor of Naruto's bedroom, his hardwood floor stained with the blood and the smell of dead. Naruto was crouching down on the floor, a knife in his hand as he beckoned Sasuke.
"Uhm— I know you won't like this—" Naruto began, "but I think we should try something else for a change?"
Sasuke wasn't mad, he didn't say anything. He walked over and crouched— grabbing the knife handed to him and cutting up the insides of the lamb swiftly. Naruto flinched, not expecting Sasuke to be cold and quick about his kill— never having watched the Uchiha be so volatile about his food, never having watch him do anything but delight onto his meal like a feast. "Yeah, okay." Naruto broke out, offering assistance by cutting up the dog into pieces, the small canine having lived for almost a year— Naruto recognized the dog as the hound that offered Naruto small products of rice many times— Naruto always accepted, having made a small bond with the dog. He never expected it's grazier to beat the dog into submission after finding out the demon-brat had been playing with it's pet, maybe this was for the best— maybe he had to put the dog out of it's misery. Oddly, he could never feel any remorse to the victims he ate, maybe because he was hungry— that he couldn't notice the dull effects of guilt that almost always overcame him before.
"Not to judge— but lets add something first." Naruto could barely contain his disgust as he spilled hot sauce all over the raw carcass, the smell revolting him to no ends— human flesh had never been this bad, never smelled this bad. Naruto dug his finger into the zesty piquant marrow, bringing out a blood-dipped finger, Sasuke watched as Naruto almost retched his early morning ramen out, "It was obvious from the start." Sasuke scoffed, reveling in the fact he didn't have to taste that to know how bad it would be.
Naruto made a low guttural sound— frowning as he picked up the bones and raw flesh off the floor, tossing it into a plastic bag he hoped he would never have to open again. Quickly tying up the plastic bag, he cleaned his hands and feebly mopped up his floor, tired and hungry as he sat astride Sasuke on his homely couch. "Gomen." Naruto apologized apathetically, his cheek on his palm as he looked away from Sasuke, who was also hungry and somehow still in Naruto's house. Sasuke didn't reply, instead curved his way towards Naruto, soon after, Sasuke was nipping hungrily at Naruto's wrist. Naruto had been backed to the crook of the couch, his forearm gently held by Sasuke as the boy continued to nibble at Naruto's wrist. Naruto understood— because he was also hungry, but neither could fill that emptiness, and both knew. It couldn't hurt to try, it was a knock-off, but it never hurt to try.
You couldn't eat your own kind, Naruto and Sasuke foolishly understood that soon after their failed attempt to fill their bellies. They were damned with this hunger till they were dead, and may never die till this hunger was fulfilled.
