Life Without Oxygen
Warnings and disclaim: see part 1
2: School Sasuke
Age 18
I haven't seen girl Sasuke for ages. I wouldn't mind so much, but then my Sasuke started to go too, and now all that's left is school Sasuke. Too much school Sasuke.
And now he's looking at me expressionlessly in my kitchen, wearing clean smart boy clothes and I swear his mouth is moving but I hear nothing. Nope. Gibberish.
He can't be saying what it sounds like, because that's stupid.
School Sasuke keeps talking, like the snobbish bastard he is. I stare dumbly at him, I'm not really listening anymore because I got stuck around the words 'leaving tomorrow'.
I manage to choke out an expletive, cutting him off. He didn't think he could mention this sooner, I hiss. He sneers and says he forgot. Forgot. Forgot to tell me, his boyfriend, that he is moving to another city to go to a University there that probably isn't all that much more special than any around here, which is so far away that I won't be able to go and see him more than once every couple of months at the most on my budget. He'll be too busy studying to visit me. I've already been accepted at the Uni. closest to us, and I wouldn't have the credentials to get into his posh one anyway.
He says he has to finish packing, and walks out the door without pausing - no kiss, no hug, no hand squeeze or even a decent 'see you later'.
That makes sense though, when the next day he is already gone. I assume he had no plans to see me later, so he didn't feel the need to lie about it.
While I stare into the empty bowels of his flat, I consider that it's probably a good thing he isn't here or I'd be throttling him.
And then the betrayal hits, and I collapse into a miserable heap on the hallway floor that used to belong to him and cry my heart out because the bastard has broken it.
When the text comes a few weeks later informing me that we are officially broken up, it's something of an anticlimax, because frankly I've been thinking of him as ex ever since he left.
When summer is over I go to my local Uni. They're a good few years and I enjoy them - single. I graduate with a minor degree in mechanics, neck and neck with my roommate Kiba, and we join forces and start a mechanics' shop of our own, inventively named 'Akamaru's'. I must have been fucking smashed to agree to that - why name a mechanics after your pet dog, for Christ's sake? But Kiba's dog and our new business's namesake Akamaru becomes something of a mascot, and everybody loves him, pretty much. He's a very cute mutt, I have to admit, even if he is almost bigger than me.
There isn't much awkwardness between Kiba and I, apart from a small incident to do with Hyuuga Hinata, Kiba's crush, who rather unfortunately had a crush on me. She finally got up the courage to ask me out, which I admired her for, but I said no, as carefully as possible. We get past that, though, and she joins our business both as Kiba's wife and as our manager and bookkeeper, and all round one hell of an amazing gal. She gives us a new logo, too, using her degree in computer tech to fashion us a lovely portrait of Akamaru to sit over our workshop door, matching the way he sits under it and wags his bloody tail at every prince and hobo who walks past.
Our business isn't exactly prize-winning, but we're trusted and local, and we're the only decent mechanics in our area who can say that, so we get quite a bit of traffic, and we're doing good. I've got cash in the bank, and so have Kiba and Hinata, so there's nothing much to complain about, counting out the fact that I haven't seen Sasuke for seven years.
(Sorry this one's so short...)
