this chapter was surprisingly hard to write because I honestly had a lot of trouble trying to come up with what was going to happen next, so don't be pissy if it sucks...
P.S. I'm giving a trigger warning for this chapter. So it you are trying to quit cutting or any type of self harm, I'd prefer you not to read this if it makes you trip up. I use to cut so I understand the struggle, don't give into it, your too strong! I put a warning when it starts and when the scene ends so just skip it if you want.
-KATT =^.*=
(Sasuke's point of view)
There she was. The pink-haired motherfucker. She clenched her towel around her, in her delicate pale hands with strains of her bubblegum locks clinging to her rounded cheeks and slender neck. She stood there glaring. AT ME. asking why I WAS HERE.
"Don't you think I should be the one asking you that?" I raised an eyebrow in her direction with a sarcastic smile, as I sat up on my brother bed, the springs creaking in disapproval. Her lips parted like she was going to say something, before looking at Itachi and closing them again. She was connecting the dots and fast at that. I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. Then all at once I say the light bub go off.
She went pale.
"Where are my closes?" She completely ignored me, frowning and holding out one hand for Itachi to pass her, her clothes.
Itachi looked from her to me, confused and unsure what to do. He handed her the clothes that where laying on the dresser only moments before. She reached out to grab her clothes when her pink bra fell to the floor, I smirked.
This is the second time today I had seen her bra. Humorous. I looked over at Itachi to find the same small smirk on his lips, along with a slight blush that no one besides me would even notice. I cocked my head to the side before returning my eyes to Sakura who was avoiding eye contact.
"Hey, don't ignore me." I smirked again. "What are you doing here." I repeated going no where fast.
"I live here, asshole." She snapped at me quickly snatched the bra off the ground with a look that could kill.
She stood there a moment just to stand up properly and scrunch up her face into a sour and contorted glare, I glared back just about as intense, before stand and looking down on her as hard as possible. Itachi must have felt the lighting because he stepped closer to us.
"Wait, so let me get this straight." Itachi started in. " You guys already met?" His lips curled with enjoyment and eyes glitzed with amusement. He was enjoying this more that I liked.
"Yea, she the bitch that pored coffee on me." I mumbled never breaking eye contact. I Had to admit I felt my self blushing with more that just anger as I studied her moist skin, seemingly shining under the rooms dull lighting. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world but she had an effect on me and I was to found of that idea.
"Yep, and he's the asshole that the other teacher, Naruto called about." She gave me a picture perfect smile. "That sexually harassed me." She added.
I broke our glare to find Itachi laughing his ass off, which was rare even for me to see. I pointed my glare towards him. I haven't seen him laugh so hard in years, and he's overflowing with giggle. on the one time I was not in the mood in the less.
"My god Sasuke, aren't you a little perv!" His eye bored threw me thick eyebrows raised dramatically.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, now burning a hole threw my oh so 'loving' older brother.
"Tell me about it..." The little brat mumbled with a small nod.
"And you, pinkie." Itachi raised his pointer finger at her with a small accusatory smirk. I even found my self smirking too at her small nick name. "You have one nasty habit with pouring drinks on my family."
"Ugh...Family.." She repeated as if it was a torn in her side, each word leaving a bitter taste on her tonged and lips, that for some reason I couldn't stop watching. To be honest, It kinda stung...Here I was unable to stop glancing at the water running down her well shaped plumb legs and her slender silky neck...and her pink lips... and small hands... and... and... what was I saying?
Oh right, her being a bitch.
"Did you just realize that Sasuke is my brother, your step-brother?" Itachi howled and at this point I was in full blown shock at his unusual behavior. He only ever laughed this hard when ever I did something stupid and hurt myself or that one time when my girlfriend in high school dumped me crudely and over all terribly. I was in shock then too. perhaps this is a little bit of both.. I did something stupid and I'm being screwed over by a girl.
Just perfect.
"What the hell, Itachi." I growled looking at him with confused eyes. "Quit laughing so fucking much. It's creeping me out." I face him from were I stood and crossed my arms.
"Okay. Okay, sorry." My older brother breathed deeply, controlling the few more giggles that clawed at his throat. He brought his strong hand up to his mouth covering the small laughs that were trying to escape.
I rolled my eyes, before glancing back at the pinkie, and found my self taken back by the look in her eyes. Her shining emerald eyes seemed to glow with intensity, they were narrowed into a thick glare, hatred seeping from her wet eyelashes as she looked upon Itachi and I. It sent a spine chilling shiver through me. I took a small step back as she cracked a small smirk that was equivalent to that of a serial killer and with a giggle resembling a child, she spoke.
"So glad, I could entertain the Uchiha brothers so much." The girls face contorted into a smile that smelled fake and overly sweet, but hiding a spit of salt under the happy façade.
I looked over at my brother wondering if I was imaging the face I just saw, only to be met with a very rigid and stoic Itachi. I raised my eyebrow at her and cocked my head in confusion.
"See you guys at dinner." She mumbled as she rushed out the door.
We looked at each other for a little while, Itachi and I, before I sighed and fell back down on his bed.
"She looked pissed." He stated sitting at his desk, back to his normal non-emotional self.
I sighed again but this time out of annoyance, and closed my eyes. "No thanks to your out burst."
"At less I didn't sexually harass her." I could hear is fucking stupid-ass smile in the way he provoked me with his words cruel and clear.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose and frowned, "I didn't sexual harass that under-developed brat, I just commented on the color of her bra that was in plan view threw her wet, white shirt."
"Pervert." He snorted.
"Asshole."
We both gave a each other small laugh.
"But to be honest that was one scary face." I looked up at his celling thinking about the hatful eyes that bore into me so deep. I could feel my insides clench at the thought.
Itachi sighed again and I began to wonder just how many sighs we were going to have to endure while living amuck an angst-y bitch that looked like a poster child for rebellious teens.
"Well, Dad did say something about her having a pretty fucked up childhood." He leaned back further into the chair clearly drained from the words, while I sat up. My interest was peeked anytime he uttered a crude word, because he rarely did so. Unless to prove a point.
"What happened to her?" I tried to sound as uninterested as possible, but couldn't hide the slight curiosity that lingered in my voice.
"Not quite sure." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "But he did say in his own words, 'She's had it harder that anyone ever deserves.' But he's not willing to help her or anything."
I nodded slowly finally understanding why my mother told me she needed serious mental help, but it didn't explain what happened to her. Which left me with a bit of an itch left unscratched.
"Speaking about the family.. What did you mean by her having a habit of pouring things on people?" I raised a dark thick eyebrow now remember being slightly confused by the odd statement.
"Oh yea, you weren't at Dad's birthday party that year." Itachi gave one of his all too known smirk, with twinges of sarcasm tracing his eyes, with me cringing at the word 'Dad.' "She gave mom a fruit shower."
I widened my eyes truly shocked at the words that came from his mouth. Here he was telling me that the strongest most hard-headed woman on earth more humbly known as Ma had a gothic teen-y-bopper pour a drink on her.
How could I not be in shock?
"Why did she.." I cocked my head and sharpened my eyes, before scratching my scalp. "Did Ma say something?"
My brother cleared his throat and adjusted his seating by opening his legs more and moving further down in his overly plumb office seat. " I don't know. I was across the room when I saw a flaming pink haired girl dump red whine down Mom's white blouse, followed by a gasp from the crowed and a sigh from her real mother that seemed to be predicting it."
He let out a small breath of air that resembled a short laugh.
"You just full of answers today, aren't cha?" I mumbled.
"Sorry, for not knowing every detail on a sister I have never have mean before a few days ago." Itachi rolled his eyes and stood. "But you can't help, but have a bit of respect for her."
I gave a nod and watched as he griped his phone and looked throw it, obviously texting someone.
"Yea Mom can be pretty intimidating for new people. That chick had guts to do that." I stood up after a grunt of response from Itachi and made my way to the door. "Well, I'm going to get ready for dinner." I mumbled making my way out the door.
This could be fun. I thought as I walked down the hall.
(Sakura's point of view.)
I hate them!
They both laughed and poked fun at me as if it was the most natural thing to do when a girl they barely know is in a towel dripping wet.
I really fucking hate them!
I thought the pretty boy would be the worse out of the two, but noooo! I just had to be pleasantly surprised with the asshole teacher turning out to be the other brother! Just. fucking. great!
I growled and mumbled my way up the stairs and slammed the door of my (new, annoying) room behind me. Once closed I leaned on the door catching my breath waiting for the bubbling hatred to die down, after I had calmed my self a little I threw my clothes into the laundry basket and dropped my towel to the floor, because I felt to lazy to deal with it, at the moment.
I walked over to the drawing I had hung up before my father had come in earlier. I just looked at it for a while. I was never the one to have self pity or anything of the like, in fact I hated when people shelter me, because they felt bad for me. Back at my old school everyone knew what happened to be me.. How could they not it was all over the news and on top of that It didn't happen to much longer after my parent's divorce. So if the teacher didn't hate me, because all of the shit I caused them, they treated me as if I was glass, and if they spoke to harshly I'd shatter. I hated them for that.
Now that I think about it I hated a lot of people, and still do...
I snatched the canvas by my window and the sketch that hung form a wood beam and began to paint, but I didn't paint what I drew on the paper instead I began painting a girl on a chopping block, with her hair shaved off and hungry connivers around her waiting for her to give up.
In my mind I gave up and I was that girl in the painting, it was me, and god did it hurt to see.
*Triggering warring below*
In the middle of doing my work, I began to cry all by my self soft at first growing me intense till my body was racked with sobs. although I remained quiet enough for no one to hear me and reached for my palette knife. The silver blade was dull and dirty from years of use on paints and clay. I cleaned it with the towel that sat side me. I sat down on the floor, I was already naked so I wasted no time taking the knife to leg and slowly dragging it along the soft flesh of my thighs.
I could fell myself relax as I savored the biting pain and watched as the crimson blood flow down my leg and made contact with the wood floor. I grabbed the towel one more time and blotted at my leg. I hissed at the rough fabric ground against my newly opened cuts among other scars. I drew many lines on my leg before slicing my rips and wrist. Only then did I find the release, in the warm blood that tickled my skin as it dripped and bleed down my body.
Shit, I just showed too.. whatever.
I shrugged off the annoying stinging pain and cleaned up the bloody mess, with gauges that I kept under my mattress. I wrapped up my arm in a bandana that was my favorite color: red. After that I threw on my painting overalls and got back to work on the painting I had started.
*End of warning*
In the back of my mind I knew it was probably really bad to injure your self at all let alone with a dirty knife, but I was so use to it that I really didn't care rather my cuts got infected or not. To me, it was like every other day route like brushing my teeth or calling Ino... Wait.
FUCK! I FORGOT TO CALL HER!
I ran over to my bed and snatched my cell and dialed in her number, my fingers working on there own. It rang for a sec before she answered. We talked and talked. I told her everything that happened in the day and about my step-brothers, and how I got dumped into the school fountain. She comforted me and left me with an eased feeling I always admired about her. Once we had said our goodbyes, I concentered calling mom, But there was something in me that felt anger towards her for leaving, plus I doubt that they have good phone reception in the outskirts of Africa..
So once again I stood and began painting when I heard a knock on the door. I grumbled to myself, for being pulled away from my work a third time. I ignored the noise, hoping it would just fade away. But of course life is not that forgiving, and so the knocking continued with vigor. I rolled eyes and grunted out a non to friendly 'come in.'
Itachi stood in the door way, leaning against the door frame with his hair down on his shoulders, flowing smoothly to his mid chest.
I cursed under my breath. "What the hell do you want?" I asked looking back at my painting that was faced away from the door.
"Just wanted to let you know dinners almost ready if you wanna come down and eat with us." he spoke smoothly and calmly , his low voice bouncing off the walls off the pointed room.
"Kay. " I mumbled hoping he'd hurry up and leave, so I could focus on the task at hand.
He walked further into my room before running a finger across one of the panting's I had hung up. I watched him carefully, not sure of his next move. I didn't trust someone who's emotionless one second and dying of laughter the next. In fact I rarely trusted anyone., let alone this asshole.
"Did you do this?" He asked never looking away from the colorful piece of a man sitting on a bench smoking a cigarette as the New York skyline crumbled in the back ground around him.
"Yea." I gave as short of a response as possible praying he'd take a hint.
Instead of backing off like any normal person would, he walked closer to me till he could fully see what I was working on.
"What is it?" He leaned, behind me. His hair touching my neck as he did so.
So far the only progress I had made was a black back ground and a pale skin colored silhouette of a girl as a base color for where I had planed on placing her.
"Why do you need to know?" I shrugged my shoulders, causing him to back away from me.
I wasn't sure why, but he was making me nervous, and I really didn't enjoy that feeling. But for some reason I didn't have it in me to straight out tell him to leave. A part of me felt lonely in this abandoned attic.
"Just curious." He looked me in the eyes in such an honest way. To me, in that moment he was annoyingly beautiful and I hated it.
"Whatever." I pushed past him walking out the door, before pausing and looking behind me. "I'm hungry, you coming'?"
With a very small smirk tugging at his lips, he gave me a nod.
By the time Itachi and I had reached the dinner table Father, his wife and that bed-headed asshole, Sasuke already where waiting around drinking there drinks and chatting on about something that I had no clue about.
When we stepped into the dinning room I was once again amazed at the beautiful décor and other wise expensive looking furniture, plating and paints on the walls. I blinked a couple of times, letting the sight sink in. I was snapped back to reality when I heard a scoff coming from the direction of Mikoto.
I looked up at the rest of the family, then looked down at my clothes.
Well, shit.
They all seemed to be cleaned up and in rather nice looking clothes. My father still wore his work suit with his white hair trailing behind him in a ponytail that was tied loosely, and Mikoto was still in her pencil skirt and peach blouse that ruffled at the neck line in a fashionable business look, while still looking very girly. The boys seemed to be rather well kept too. Itachi wore a grey button down with dark jeans, you know, the really nice ones that are like 100 bucks at the mall. Sasuke on the other hand, still had his blue shirt on with his black skinny tie on with his brown slacks. it
Then there was me. I had on my paint covered overalls, stained with years of hard work and messy art with a thin tank under it with my hair pulled back with a pencil that kept it in place. I looked around me, meeting their eyes as I did. They were all just stair at me. I felt like an complete... complete..
Outsider.
"Nice of you to join us, Sakura. Considering you didn't last night." I could feel Mikoto's eyes on me, trailing up and down me, memorizing every flaw and problem I ever had.
I Ignored her, flinched at her gaze and made my way to the far side of the table the farthest away from her. I took the set beside Sasuke and cringed at the slight warmth I felt from his leg that brushed up against mine. He didn't seem to like the idea to much either, because he moved down the long elegant table.
My father cleared his throat obviously trying to reveal some awkward tension.
"So why don't you tell us about work Itachi. How was your day?" He took a sip of the wine that lingered in his fine china glass.
As Itachi gave him a small smirk, I remembered that I ever even though to ask Itachi about his job. It began to make curious about what he did. He seemed like the type of guy that would be into politics or studying to become to become a doctor or something of the kind.
"Well It was nice, we got a new guy start to day so I was forced to show him the ropes." He started him self in his chair.
"May, may that poor fellow must have been nervous!" I sipped on my glass on water pretending not to listen as my father continued on. "meeting the head of the bored in such a large company, so early, I'd be terrified too."
I spit out my water, and everyone turned to be with a confused look on there face. I had expected something great, but head of a company bored!? That's insane and at so young! I coughed a couple more seconds before regaining my composer.
"Sorry, When down the wrong pipe..." I blushed awkwardly and forced a insincere smile. "So... who make the food?" I motioned to the kitchen truly wondering where the food was when we were all just sitting here. I made the best effort to change the subject.
I heard a small laugh escape Mikoto's mouth, I glared. "You didn't know that we have a personal intrusions that cooks for us?" She snickered again. "It will be out in a moment, I didn't know your up bringing was so... Humble."
My smile fell. I really was so different from these people, in fact I was the opposite of them. My father doesn't even seem like he's related to me at all. Itachi and Sasuke seems much more fitting from him. Let's just face the facts, the Uchiha brother have the looks, the smarts and the money to do what ever there heart might desire. If I was my father, I'd be embarrassed of me. I'm a 16 teen year old girl, to start off, so sports like football were out of the question as well as anything male orated. Then the sad truth that I suck at school because I'm not good with authority or anyone who tells me what to do, and on top of all this I look like a female version of Kurt Cobain with pink hair.
No wonder that he never came to see me all theses years.
About that time a man with long black hair brought a bunch of really healthy, weird looking foods can on a tray that he sat in the middle of the table, then left without a single thank you from anyone. That small detail seemed to piss me off more than anything all day, but I bit my tough and grabbed some food and put it on my plate.
"So tell us about your first day, Pinkie." My father smiled at me trying to be polite and include me into the very bit of chatting that was going on inside of the family.
Still looking down at my food and pushing it around with my fork, I replayed. "It was nice."
I could fell Sasuke's and Itachi's eyes on me, When I looked up the younger one frowned his eyebrows, while the older just looked amused and interested.
"Really now, I heard you where thrown into the water fountain." My witch of a step mother smiled. "Doesn't sound too nice to me."
I narrowed my eyes at her and gave a her a bright grin and thought of something to change the subject.
"Oh, did you hear how your youngest son, was accuses for sexual harassment by my art teacher?" I glanced over at Sasuke and saw pinkness lighting up his ears and cheeks.
'Oh so he has a weak spot for his mommy.. this is fun.'
"How interesting." She looked over at Sasuke with stern eyes, and pursed her lips. It made me happy to see someone being rude to him.
He drank a gulp of water, most likely pushing down his embarrassment.
"She believes that I sexual harassed her just because I made a comment on how her bra was pink and she convinced Naruto that I was a pervert." He sighed and glared over at me, but I just smiled I really enjoyed fucking with him.
"Wait." Sasuke and I looked over to Itachi as he continued with food still in his mouth. "I though she was wearing a black lace bra. At lest that what she was wearing this morning."
I choked on my food. "How the hell did you know that?!"
"Your don't remember me waking you up tis morning?" he smirked.
Oh that's right I didn't sleep with a shirt on that night.
"To think that such an immodest and loose girl is living under may house." Mikoto scoffed and shook her head as if she could believe anything she just heard.
I was about to glare at the brother's when I noticed them smiling at each other mentally giving each other an high five. In that moment I felt a hundred feet away, and separated by glass. I was completely out of the loop and out of place. I hate this. I really fucking hat this. I feel totally out of there little exclusive circle.
Realizing that for the second time tonight, I ate as fast as I could not caring if the rest of them looked at me weird for being messy and excused my self from the table and ran up stares, and slammed the door behind me.
I grabbed the jack that I stored on top of one of the wood beams and drank my self to sleep and dreamed of days when my father was beside me.
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