disclaimer: no, i do not own naruto.
Love Story
visionary dreams
Sakura was in my thoughts more than I could understand. And then, I quickly pushed that thought deep into the back of my mind.
The summer heat was definitely getting to me. As the days grew longer, and the nights shorter, I was beginning to think I was restless.
Maybe I just think too much.
I could hear the muffled argument from down below, in the first floor of the Uchiha estate.
My parents; Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto. I could tell some of the words were slurred and those would be the angry words of my mother. If I listened close enough I would be able to makeout that the argument was about my father and his mistress. Or, whore. Which ever really suits her. My mother probably went prying again and found something she didn't like. Then my father would argue back she was a drunk delusional cunt. But I didn't have to listen to know that.
The front door rattled and slammed with a loud bang. The expensive heels of my mother's were heard across the marble floor and I know if I were to walk down there I would find her slumped over the counter, intoxicated out of her senses.
It was pathetic. I couldn't tell you when my family went wrong because I don't know how long the affair's been going on and my mother's always been a little bit of a drinker, just more so these days.
It's scary how I could remember the exact day to perfect picture when I found about the affair. I was only twelve and I was still naïve…because on the outside looking in, my family was—looked perfect and I believed that image until I came home after school oneday and found my very distraught and drunk mother, threatening to file for divorce to my father. Of course, she didn't. She gets too much money just being the perfect, pretty, little, stay at home trophy wife for my father. My father's a highly respectable man in Konoha. He was the chief of the Konoha Military Policeman and what he says goes. Everyone else thinks we're so flawless and we're so far from that image and nobody has a damn clue.
I think that's when I realized my family wasn't so picture-perfect anymore. My older brother was the only one I could look up to and even he erased my picture-perfect image of him too. Itachi was a highly famous drug dealer in the bad parts of Konoha. He got into the black-marketing and into drugs when he was only fifteen and I was twelve. The first time I found out Itachi was into some bad shit it was when he came storming into my room, demanding for money because if didn't have the money, he was "about to get his shit fucked up." With some dudes. Apparently, Itachi ripped them off and needed someone to buy his way out of it once again. I gave him the money but I lost all respect for Itachi that night. Of course, my parents have no clue. They stopped keeping taps on me and Itachi years ago when they got so wrapped up in their image and selfness.
The only good thing out of all of this? The money. My parents were beyond wealthy. Not only with old money, but with new money coming in and present—from both sides of the family.
And I never told anyone this family shit, except Naruto and that was after years of knowing him.
Laying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I realized I definitely think too much.
And that I miss Naruto.
…. Just a little bit.
I've came to the conclusion—that no, I do not miss Naruto—this was after spending two hours with him already.
I just don't understand him. Well, I do, but I don't understand how he can befriend everyone he meets. He cares, for everyone. That was probably Naruto's biggest fault; he cared so much for others and cared so little for himself. Naruto's mother died at childbirth and Naruto's father was the mayor of Konoha, and while Minato was there when he could be, it wasn't much. I knew in the back of my mind that Naruto blamed himself for his mother's death but I've never seen Naruto falter or go without a smile except for the rare moments of darkness that never lasted long with him. Either he was a hell of an actor or nothing really fazed him. Maybe just a little bit of both.
Damnnit, I'm doing it again.
Thinking too much.
If I wasn't a Uchiha, I would literally be pulling at my hair right now because of how shaken up my thoughts are.
But I am one, and with that settled, I take the laptop from the Naruto, kick him off the bed, and turn off this fucking horrible ass techno music he's been playing for the last hour. Trying to snatch the laptop back, I kicked him in the head, and he fell back, cursing. I laugh inwardly, because, hey, I'm fucking awesome and nobody can win over a Uchiha.
I met Naruto when I first started school, he got me in detention for the first time, I cried, he laughed, and I punched him the face. Here we are now.
As on cue, the boys walk through Naruto's door; Shikamaru and Kiba.
We all go back to the elementary days—the four of us.
Naruto's always been the loud and optimistic one, the class clown, and the one the teachers always hated. Kiba matches him equally in loudness, but he's a bit more rowdy and more brute than Naruto. Shikamaru's lazy, sarcastic, and a genius, and that pretty much sums up him in whole. We're all so different and yet it just works. Life's weird like that I guess.
"Wasssupppp!" Kiba's rowdy voice echoed through the room, slamming his body down into Naruto's computer chair.
Shikamaru nodded at us, "Hn." And sat down on Naruto's recliner in his room. "You would not believe," Shikamaru started, glaring at Kiba, "What this fucking idiot just did."
Kiba held up his hands, "Hey! In my defense—that was a fine piece of ass!"
Naruto bellowed over laughing, knocking knuckles with Kiba, "That's my dawg!"
Shikamaru shook his head, "No, that's a baboon who can't fucking drive and almost got us kill by a truck."
Kiba just grinned easily, shrugging, "At least we didn't die." Shikamaru just rolled his eyes.
And that's just how it was. Kiba and Naruto were the irrational ones and me and Shikamaru were the ones with actual brains. I'm almost pretty sure Naruto had nothing but absolute air up in his head.
Cue Naruto hanging upside down beside me. "The blood is rushing to my head!" he exclaimed, "What if it rushed so fast it came gushing out of my head?"
I kicked him off the bed again just for that comment. Idiot.
AN: if you guys only knew how hard it is to write sasuke's voice without being too out of character lol. nd i knowwwww i said for longers chapters, nd they will come but i just had to get out sasuke's history! lol nd sorry, no sakura in this chapter, but she will be in the next one(:
well, on a last note, please review!
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