The more I watch/read mpreg, the less it makes sense to me. No more mpreg, especially in this story! BTW, my characters don't get Japanese names because this doesn't take place in Japan. Deidara and Sasori do coz, well, that's their names…Am I the only anime fan who hates pocky?

Beta'd by: XxDreaming of RealityxX

You need to show, not tell. Show. Show. Show. With every breath I took, I forced myself to remember what my drama teacher told me. Tch, yeah, yeah, I know, all people who do drama are emo and gay. Well shut up. It doesn't apply all the time. I didn't dress emo, neither was I gay. Well, I was bi. Sasuke's the name, and back then, I was in my last unfortunate year of Secondary School. My family…don't even get me started on them. My dad wasn't home half the time, my mum was a drunk, and when dad came home, he would yell at my mum for being shit-faced. My older brother is studying in England. No, I'm sorry, I mean WAS. He died in a car accident last year. Not that I really care, good riddance. He would torment me whenever he could, quite often, so to say. I have to learn to show, not tell. But how do you show someone, to convince them; to release you from this hell?

That day, when I got back from school, of course not today, or the day before today, but some time ago; my mum was passed out on the couch again, like usual.

I took one look at her and snorted, before going to fetch her a blanket, some aspirin and a glass of water for when she woke up. I then tried to get out my books and study a little, but that man…and that rose-like flower…god, I just couldn't forget that man. Did it hurt when the rose blossomed from his body? Covered his face? BANG! I jolted upright.

My head had hit the table; probably when I was distracted with that man's face and that rose…ugh. I opened up my bag and took out the single object I managed to steal from the man. It was white, and soft. Like a scrap of my mum's kimono; back when she still bothered to do her hair and change into clean and ironed clothes instead of just walking around in some worn pants and shit. Back when she didn't just sleep with any man who would give her money. I'd seen her come back with more than one man at least 3 times, but I'd stopped caring really. I guess that's just the way my life is.

I opened my drawers and fished out a clean t-shirt and jeans. I changed into them then dumped the laundry into the worn and dirty basket. When I was younger, my mother would let me sit in it when it was empty and she'd whirl me around. Tears prick my eyes at the thought but I brush them away. I had to move on anyway. I could survive without them. My work shift at the music store lasted until 6:30 before I swapped places with a feisty blonde guy with long hair,(he owned the store) who worked until 11:00 before closing the store for the day. Then I could finally pick up some ingredients from the local supermarket before going home to take a warm shower and prepare dinner. I usually spent my time doing homework and maybe, just maybe, I would crawl onto facebook to check if any of my friends were still on at 1 in the morning. I had roughly 10 minutes to get to the music store. Well, no point in sitting around doing nothing. It was already time to go.

I pushed past the sacks of rubbish and planks with my feet, before opening the back door of the small yet popular store. I caught the new employee dozing off yet again, headphones on her head. Some strange dub step was rattling off again.

"Oi! Wake up kid." She jolted upright with a start.

"W-ha?" She was a red-head of medium stature, with a face like a doll but not much definition in her body. She reminded me of a dolls face attached to a bamboo stick. Shiny green eyes stared back at me. Stupid kid. She was also lazy as fuck. "Oh hi Sasuke," she exclaimed, trying to brush her mop of frizzy red hair back.

"Whatever. Do you have those Burns I requested?" I replied curtly. You see, the reason we were so popular was because we would burn pirated CDs and download pirated video games for our customers at only one-quarter of the products retail price. For the games, you'd pay 25 bucks for a memory card with 80 games of your choice. We also sold pirated computer games, complete with cheats for some. But it was quite a risky business. We couldn't advertise our games for fear of the police catching us; so it was a strictly an under-the-table business.

"Oh, right here," the girl, who was also known as Lana threw a few CDs onto the table.

"Don't throw them!" I exclaimed.

"Whatever." Lana said, making a face as she dashed out the door.

The whole of my shift passed by without much trouble, other than one random dude who kept badgering me to give him a discount of 100%. Yes there were such retarded people in this world. I was wondering when the blonde bimbo would arrive since it was about 7:00 PM and he was never late. Maybe a short nap would suffice…

When the door slammed.

My head jolted upright as I tried to register that sound. Then it hit me like a brick on the head. BLONDE BIMBO! He had this habit of slamming doors. We all called him blonde bimbo due to his lack of common sense.

"KLYE! How many times did I fucking tell you not to slam the door!" Kyle was about the same age as me, with long bright yellow hair that touched his hips and green eyes. His face was cute, in a boyish way but not handsome. He, however, was slow in areas like common sense and manners; which he unsuccessfully made up with a carefree and slightly cheeky nature which led people to believe he was an idiot.

"Hey Sasuke, I got you the DVDs you asked for," Kyle said as he tossed the DVDs onto the counter. Stupid brat. I told him so many times not to throw the DVDs onto the counter because they usually ended up under the weighty cash register. Kyle ignored me and sauntered to the coffee machine. He grabbed two clean blue mugs and placed them under the coffee machine's dispenser. In a flash, I had grabbed his hand in a vice-like grip.

"Kyle, No. No! Bad boy, no coffee!" I yelled. Well…maybe I was overreacting, but coffee makes Kyle throw up, but unlike others, Kyle did not learn. If he got half of his face burnt off, he would go ahead and do EXACTLY the same things to get the other half of his face torched off; if it meant getting to a bunch of grapes or a cup of bubble tea. I guess some people are just simple minded like that.

"Anyway Kyle," I said, as I pick up the cup of coffee, "I'm going home now, don't drink any coffee and remember to lock the door." I started to head out of the door when I faintly heard Kyle's voice.

It turned out that I had a call. That was normal. The only thing that was not normal was that the caller's IP address was 1800-BLANK. At first, I suspected this to be some prank call; however being impatient, I tapped the answer button. "Who the hell are you?" I demanded into the phone. Right now, I think it was pretty stupid of me to answer the call. For there was nothing but static over the line. "Stupid Fuckers!" I yelled, tossing Kyle's phone aside. Kyle frowned.

"Don't just throw my phone aside like that you know! All my songs are in there!" He cried, squirming under a music rack, where it had slid under.

"Stupid fox! It was your fault for making me answer the damn phone!" I yelled back. Kyle had now gotten his phone back, which he tossed at my head, narrowly missing me.

"FUCK YOU! I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THIS!" He said, storming out the door, slamming it behind him with real venom. At that time, I did not feel even the least bit sorry for what I had done. Now, I had. After all, Kyle wasn't the one tied up with ropes twenty stories underground with some stupid blonde prick bothering you.

I was held in a cavern known as Hell for sixteen days in a row, with nothing but a rusty tap and a bucket. A guard would come in once a day and pass me food. He would then inject me with a clear liquid; what was it? Well, I didn't know. I only knew that the vision in my left eye was becoming very fuzzy and my stomach hurt, but not a whole lot. The pain was more like a stitch in your side.

The guard's name was Naruto, and he was very friendly. He liked to sit between the bars that separated us and talk. He talked about life, his life out of this hellhole and his friends; his favorite food and many other things. But not once did he mention his family.

On the Eighth day, I noticed that Naruto did not come down to visit me. I paced about in my cell, back and forth, back and forth. To and fro, to and fro. I was also feeling dizzy and nauseated. My arms had lost almost all of their feeling. I was so tired too, just so tired. I walked over to a clean part of the floor and lay down .As I felt the hands of sleep carry me away, I recounted the events that lead me to such a pitiful demise.

I was pissed at Kyle. He was such a bimbo who liked to start fights for no apparent reason. 'Stupid fox, just fucking grow up already!' I thought angrily and kicked at an empty can, sending it rolling down the road. I continued to stomp and kick at the can, imagining it to be the blasted fox. Stupid fox stupid fox stupid fox! A shrill scream shook me out of my thoughts.

I was stupid back then, and curious so I decided to investigate. I still had to admit, I was shocked at what I saw. A man was beating up a young lady, who was crying out for help. The lady had long blonde hair which was matted with blood. Anger welled up inside of me.

He had no right to beat up a weak, defenseless woman like that. Mustering up my courage, I charged straight at him, flashing my pocket knife at him. The man dodged my attack and elbowed me in the stomach, fortunately missing. I laughed silently to myself. He had terrible aim. I punched him as hard as I could in the stomach, slamming him against the wall. I hit him once more, ensuring that he was out.

Then I walked to the lady. "Miss, are you alright?" I inquired, checking her for any possible broken bones. The woman shook her head and gestured towards her ribs. I blushed, but felt around her chest anyways. The punch to my face was not expected. I had learnt two things from this brief experience.

The first was that this person was NOT a woman. Secondly, the so called 'woman' clearly had some sort of malicious intent as I felt my wrists being tied to my back. The person sat on my torso as he knocked me out with a blow to the head.

A man in a white lab coat stared at the motionless body lying on the floor. He checked off another box on the piece of paper.

In neat letters, he wrote 'Subject Delphinium, successful.'

The maybe overuse of flowers in this story is actually because I believe flowers are special to everyone and flowers represent many different things. By the way, a delphinium is the official flower of July and in this story, experiments are named after their official flower mascot of the month, so if an experiment was started in January, it would be called experiment Carnation, carnation being the flower mascot of January and February the Violet and so and so… anyway, July 23 is Sasuke's birthdate, so his flower would be the delphinium, quite a coincidence don't you think? Anyway I will see you guys soon. I love mine craft.