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Unreachable Untouchable
The sun burn, eating away into Sasuke's nocturnal eyes, his entire body throbbed in exhaustion; the world was spinning before his vision as he swipes his head from side to side. Rows of old apartments framed the pot-hole covered road, crumbles of papers, bits of rubbish sprawled over the sidewalk. Garbage can overturn down the next corner. He strained his eyes against the bright shining world around him.
Jeeze…when was the last time he had seen anything in such light, literally.
He should be comatose at this hour of the day and the fact that it's only 2 in the afternoon and he is moving about is scary.
Then again what could be more exciting and motivating than too search for your creditor when you are completely broke? Oh and there is absolutely no sarcasm what so ever intended!
Damn it!
Where in hell could that damn faggot be!
He didn't know where he was going; he didn't even know where to start looking, so naturally he did the only thing that came to him by instinct whenever he woke up regardless of the time of the day. Naruto's ramen shop just two blocks down the street. He didn't think Itachi knew where it was, he didn't think anyone could possibly force down those yellow strings called noodles but he was out of ideas.
Not that he had one to start with.
"Hey" Sasuke called as he stepped into Naruto's crowded shop.
At once, heat scourged his skin, chocked his breath as it usually did, as he took his usual seat at the counter, watching Naruto shoving bowls of ramen to his waiters.
"You ignoring me now?" Sasuke muttered, combing a hand over his tangled locks in exhaustion.
He is so tired, so tired he was ready to drop dead. With alcohol in his system and the fact that its only 2, how can anyone be awake!
"You are early! What happen?" Naruto shouted over the steaming pot of noodle as he scooped them up, dumping them into yet another bowl, add a few ingredients Sasuke never bothered to know and off the bowl went again.
"Nothing much…I lost him…" Sasuke shrugged.
"Right!" Naruto laughed as he grabbed another handful of noodle, dropping them into the boiling water.
"What was that suppose to mean" Sasuke growled in annoyance.
Anger, frustration welling up in his chest, ready to snap anytime, resisting the urge to break something! Anything!
He wanted so badly to shout at someone, he wanted so badly to curse at someone! He is up at 2 in the bloody afternoon because of that faggot! God damn it!
"Some night eh last night?"
"Yeah…some night…" Sasuke snorted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. His finger curled, digging into his palm in mounting annoyance. His headache growing and perhaps even sprouting a few babies in the process!
"Was he that good?"
Shut up! "Oh…you have no idea..." Sasuke gritted in swelling irritation.
"…"
"We were at it all night…"
"Ah…"
"We were going and going at it all bloody night Naruto! It was so God damn hot that I don't bloody think I can ever forget it!" Sasuke bellowed, banging his fist against the wooden counter.
Naruto turned his sweaty features to regard Sasuke in wonder. Someone sure is cranky…Now this is interesting…
"He was gone when you woke up?" Naruto muttered.
"Oh no…just lost"
"…"
"I lost him damn it!"
"Umm…he is sort of large for you to lo-"
"Just shut up!"
"Don't shout damn it! What are you on about?"
At that moment, Sasuke thought he was going to self combust in burning flames, at that moment Sasuke thought he was literally going to explode! Naruto teaching him manners? What the hell is wrong with Naruto this morning! Stop bloody asking him questions after questions!
What is he? His mother!
"He left for breakfast! That idiot just left for breakfast!"
"Okay…" Naruto shrugged, passing a few more bowls over the counter, and taking a few more scribbles of orders to read.
Sasuke blinked as he stared at Naruto in disbelief.
Okay…? Okay? That is all he had to say?
Is he the only one that is worry? Is he the only one that sees the problem here? Is he the only one with any logic left?
"Are you okay?" Naruto asked quietly.
The shit! The nerve of him to even ask such a stupid question!
"What do you think! He left for breakfast!"
"So…?"
"He left for breakfast! Which part of that don't you understand?" Sasuke cried in utter incredulity as anger exploded over him in full blazing glory.
"Sas-"
"It is dangerous God damn it!" Sasuke shouted, his fingers tightened over the edge of the wooden counter. His chest heaving in mounting difficulty as anger swelled in his lungs.
There was a moment of stun silence between them where Naruto simply stare at Sasuke as if he'd just grown another head. Truth be told, Naruto couldn't quite believe what he was hearing at the moment. Surely, surely overworking must have done something to his hearing. Or is Sasuke still drunk?
"Dangerous?" Naruto muttered.
"Yes its dangerous! You heard me!"
"And you aren't dangerous?"
"What!"
"Okay…"
"Yo-"
"Sasuke….stop" Naruto bow his head slightly, raising his sweaty hand.
"Wh-"
"Sasuke…how old is he?"
"I didn't ask! And what has that got to do with anything!"
Naruto laughed, raising both his hands in surrender as he backed away, pieces of orders crumbling in his palm.
The hell!
"You win…you win…your logic is undeni-"
"This isn't a joke! I'm fucking sick of you making everything into a joke! You think this is fu-"
"Calm down man… I was just playing you…How many places do you think sells food here? He is just across the street moron! " Naruto chuckled, tilting his sweaty skull towards the burger stand opposite the street.
In a motion, Sasuke turned, straining his smarting eyes through the burning whiteness that is his world now.
Itachi…clad in his thousand dollar jet black race suit, he held a burger in his right hand. His midnight locks, smooth and combed, trickling down his strong shoulder, in contrast to his own unruly tangles. But by the flames of hell…Itachi was speaking to another man.
A man that is not him!
Sasuke knew the man; he'd seen that scumbag of a man in this neighborhood before! Everyone is a scumbag here but himself! And Pein…the biggest of all!
He watched as Pein laughed when Itachi spoke something. He watched those silken ginger locks wavered slightly with the small breeze of the wind. He watched the curl of his thin rosy lips as he laughed some more, he watched how that seemingly unmoving features move animatedly to life as he spoke. He watched the crinkle of line at the side of his mesmerizing silver almond eyes that had con and seduce a thousand millionaire of their wealth.
Scum or not, Pein is beautiful, like a gem in a slump.
His ivory features, a vision of beauty, a vision of elegance in the image of a man. His skin was pale, smooth, as if crafted by the finest of marbles. His translucent silver orbs were sharp, vicious yet so lovely and fiery; it could light a thousand flames of candles in its wakes; could thrill the hearts of a thousand man and steal the breaths of women.
High cheekbones, a narrow aristocratic nose…his lips, rosy and soft, softer than velvet, warmer than fire…
Ahh…All those lovely places it could be…the perfect con artist.
But he was getting old isn't he? How did he still get some sugar daddy or mummy to keep him?
God forbid!
He is trying to get a go at Itachi isn't he? And Itachi is falling naively into his lovely charm!
"Damn him…" Sasuke growled.
"Someone's jealous" Naruto teased.
Sasuke tightened his jaws, as he watched on, his gaze narrowed.
Well go ahead he wanted to scream! Go ahead Itachi! Go with Pein! Let Pein seduce you and suck you dry of your wealth! Itachi has no right to be in this neighborhood anyway! And no one leaves him to wake alone!
"So…are you going to go to the rescue?" Naruto smiled.
"What for? He is the fool that came flaunting around" Sasuke sneered; turning back to regard the smirking idiot in annoyance.
"Alright…" Naruto shifted his gaze across the street as he set down a bowl of ramen for Sasuke.
It didn't take a genius to know that Sasuke wanted so badly to just dart across the street and probably beat the living light out of Pein. It was all too obvious to miss…with the way Sasuke kept glancing over the street even as he declared loudly that he couldn't careless, even as he curse and mock his bed partners stupidity and how much he deserve to be trick.
Interesting….It isn't everyday where you get to see Sasuke lose his cool.
It isn't everyday he found that Sasuke actually cared about his bed partner even as he shoveled noodles down his throat.
"You know….your man is leaving with Pein" Naruto said aloud through Sasuke's magnificent venting.
At once, savage fury ripped through Sasuke's entire being, his breath hitched, adrenaline surged though his veins; his blood ran cold.
What!
He chocked, coughing his lungs out, splattering ramen.
"Cal-"
"Don't fuck with me!" He cried. His chest burn, his throat throbbed as he snapped his gaze across the street to watch Itachi follow the damnable man.
Pein smiled, wrapping an arm intimately over Itachi's waist pulling him closer.
The nerve!
Pein laughed, taking a bite from Itachi's burger.
That it!
"Sas-"
"Over my dead body!" Sasuke snarled, rushing to his feet.
If there ever was a color for anger it would be blood red; if ever there was a scent for fury, it would be dead. Thousands of thought flashed through Sasuke's mind as he watched those stands of gingers fluttered and shone in the blazing sun.
He could feel his entire body trembling in fury; he could feel his fingers curled into a fist, feel his lungs constricts and the pressure building in his chest making it hard to breathe.
Pein should die! Point blank.
He should just die! He wished! He prayed Pein would cross the road and be smash by a truck!
He wished he would slip and break his head and die! He wished he would be impotent and then he would be dump by his stupid lover!
Oh that little shit!
Sasuke increase his stride as he closed in the two unsuspecting man, his gaze narrowed, his lips almost curling into a snarl as his entire feature contorted in blazing fury.
He couldn't think! He couldn't think of one single decent thought!
Anger, rage soaking through his skin, his blood to his bones as ever muscle, every fiber in his body sought to strike the damnable fiend!
He didn't like Pein holding what was his! He didn't like Pein touching Itachi! Or the fact that they seem so intimate! He didn't like Pein in general!
"Get off him!" Sasuke snarl. His hard fingers grabbed Pein's shoulder in a brutal grip.
Pein let out a cry as he was brutally shoved aside; his shoulder throbbed.
Itachi gasped, whirling around in shock.
"What the fuck is your problem!" Pein bellowed. Anger rising, mounting as if a beast ready to break lose.
"What do you think?" Sasuke sneered, tracing his disgusted gaze over Pein's lean form.
Clad in tight Guess collared ebony top and jet black Levis faded jeans he looked as if a diamond in this dump. But of course, how low did he need to go to get the measly cash to get them? If there is anything Sasuke would never do for money…it's to sell his body.
"Ah…You are awake…" Itachi smiled.
"Shut up…I'll deal with you later"
"This is P-"
"I said shut up! Or are you deaf!" Sasuke bellowed, shoving Itachi aside as he step forward.
Pein raised an eye brow as he folded his arms tilting his chin up slightly as Sasuke rounded on him. He didn't fear some brat. He didn't fear some brat who thought he was a know-it-all alpha dog!
"You are disgusting" Sasuke growled.
"Oh how so?"
"How?" Sasuke snorted.
Unbelievable! Did Pein want to have his lovely face damage? Well he would be more than ready to comply!
"You heard me! I ask you how!" Pein cried; glaring maliciously at the teen.
Sasuke tightened his jaws, anger, annoyance seeping through his veins like poison, soaking through his blood as if a disease. His mind, a thick cloud of murderous rage as Pein's challenged rang like sacrilege.
His entire body shook and tremble with an anger, with a murderous force he could barely contain, threatening to explode. It was as if a beast in him were lunging at its chain; it was as if a beast in him were roaring and hissing, lunging to strike!
Pein was throwing a direct insult! A direct challenge of his pride!
Oh…he had never wanted so badly to punch a man; he had never wanted so badly to strike a man!
But what would he be showing Itachi if he was to sock Pein now? What did Pein really do? Talk to Itachi?
Unexpectedly, a soft hand came to lid over Sasuke's tense shoulder, snapping his out of his thoughts.
"Take it and leave us…" Itachi shifted pass Sasuke shoving a little packet of white powder into Pein's tight fingers.
Pein remained indifferent as he continued to glare at Sasuke as if still waiting for him to answer his ridiculous question.
"Pein…go…please don't tell anyone…" Itachi muttered, taking out a couple of hundred only to shove them into Pein's curled fingers again.
It must have been merely seconds but it felt like an eternity for Sasuke before Pein miraculously turn and left.
"Sas-"
"Come!" Sasuke snapped before Itachi could even finish. Turning he grabbed Itachi's wrist, seizing the burger he threw it on the ground, hauling Itachi with him.
"Sasu-"
"Shut up! Shut up! And follow me!" Sasuke bellowed as he dragged Itachi down a back alleyway. His fingers tightened intensively whenever he felt Itachi would resist.
He heard the older gasped, he didn't care. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know what he was doing but he didn't care as he dragged the man behind him. He just wanted to hide him from the world! He just wanted to hide him from filthy prying eyes!
He dragged him through the reeking alleyway pilled with garbage and pool of filthy water. He dragged him down the dark alleyway of hideous graffiti filled walls.
Thousands of thoughts were flashing and filling his furious mind. Thousands of malicious thoughts, insults, and scenarios were chocking his mind. Thousands of curses and mockery of what he could have spat at Pein were chocking his mind.
Pein challenged him! Pein fucking challenged him and he wasn't quick enough to come up with a smart answer!
And Itachi!
What the hell is he doing! Walking around in broad day light and being so careless! Did he want to die! Did he want to get rape?
With that stupid girlish face he was just asking to be robbed and raped! Did he know that!
And who the fuck is he? Why is he so stocked up with drugs! If anyone knows, he would be murdered or kidnapped! Tortured even to get more out of him! Did he want that! Did he!
"Are you done going round and round in circles?" Itachi asked at last, annoyed.
Sasuke snapped!
In a motion he turned, seizing Itachi by his upper arm he smashed him against the filthy cracked wall. Itachi gasped, his midnight strands fluttered, trickling over Sasuke's hard slender fingers.
"You!" Sasuke spat, venom dripping from his words.
"…"
"What did you think you were doing?"
"What?"
"Are you stupid? Why did you just talk to stranger?"
"Excuse m-"
"No! You are not excuse! Why the fuck are you talking to Pein!"
"What's your pro-"
"He is a con man! You know what that means? He is a che-"
"He is not!"
"Oh really! I'm sure that whore is an angel! Did you know he is a whore? Spreading his legs to just anyone! To just any rich perverted old geezer like a bitch! Bet his sugar daddy is some asshole! Did you know that! Or did you think he is prim and proper like you!"
"St-"
"Did you really think everyone is just as kind and as lovely as a saint! How naïve! You sickened me!" His lungs constrict, anger, blazing anger pouring like venom, spreading and swelling as if a terrible parasite.
It was coming in torrent as he shouted; it was coming in torrent as he screamed in uncontainable rage.
Why is he so mad? Why? Why? Why couldn't he calm his breathing nor the trembles of his body.
"Go home! Just go home you little princess! You naïve fool!"
He couldn't calm the burning madness that was devouring him nor the anger that was coming at him in waves. His mind a dense cloud of burning red madness he could not see beyond. Pressure build in his chest; constricting his lungs, tighter and tighter making it hard for him to even breathe.
Why is he so mad? Why! Why is he shouting so madly! Why did he care so much? Why would it matter to him that Itachi is trick? Why would it matter to him that Itachi might be hurt?
"You are an eye sore! Flaunting around as if you belong here! You don't! You think just because they cheer for you when you won last night we are welcoming you! You are wrong! You are nothing but a joke!"
His words were nothing but profanities as he shouted at Itachi. His words were lace with nothing but insults intend to hurt! He wanted to hurt Itachi! He wanted to hurt him! He wanted to be the only one to hurt him than to let anyone else hurt him!
"Rich fool! Go home! No one wants you here! You do not belong here!" Sasuke shouted.
"…"
"Y-"
"Enough" Itachi muttered; his voice was soft but with a definite authority to it that silence Sasuke.
A flash of deep sadness and hurt flashed over those translucent hazel, clutch Sasuke's solid heart, and the next moment it was gone, replaced by a sort of anger and cold cruel arrogance Sasuke had seen only once.
They were no longer gentle; they were no longer tender or kind but cold and brutal as if he had put on the mask of another man. The Itachi that had held a gun at the ready to shoot him that night at that party...in that room…
Merciless…heartless…sending chills racing through Sasuke's entire being. His heart hammered, his blood ran cold as his guts churn, a sickening feeling twisted his guts but he refused to back down.
"You've said enough…"
"Really? I don't think so!"
"Do not insult Pein or put him at your lowly standard"
"My standard? Oh no pretty! Much lower! That shit is much lower asshole!"
"Such arrogance from a rat like you…you make me laugh" Itachi sneered, pushing Sasuke back.
He straightened himself up, a cold cruel smirk twisted over his icy features, cruel expression. His silken locks trickled, caressing over his icy marble features, trickling down his strong shoulder.
He thought Sasuke was interesting? Exciting? What a fool he is… Truth, he had never met a man that could test his patience to such an extent; he had never met a man that could challenge him and mock him to such intensity…but he'd draw the line when he is belittled upon! When he is trampled upon!
How dare Sasuke!
Sasuke…Oh…He will strip him of all dignity, he will strip him of all pride…he will make him pay, he will make him pay with everything that is him!
"Who are you to say who I can or cannot speak to?"
"I-" Sasuke chocked.
He wanted to shout that he had all the right in the God damn world to say who Itachi could talk to but he couldn't. Itachi isn't his lover, not even his friend, and he doubt he even meets the criteria of an associate. Itachi is just some random rich guy he happened to meet.
"No one…Sasuke..."
"…"
"Take this…." Itachi whispered coldly, pulling another packet of white powder, shoving it into Sasuke's sweaty palm.
"…"
"Take it…and I will forget all that you owe me…" Itachi tilted his head to the side tauntingly as he watched Sasuke's stunned expression.
That's right…savor it…Savor it for it would be the last Sasuke ever know relief.
Oh how he love the look of relief on the lovely face of his foe just before they crumble and writhe. Oh how he love the look of relief and happiness just before they crumble into a weeping screaming pile of pathetic mess.
"My ride is just around the corner when you happen to drag me here…I can get there myself...thank you..." Itachi muttered, turning to walk away.
Sasuke watched as Itachi strode further and further away. A sudden pang of pain stabbed his chest, a sudden jolt of pain pierced his heart as his lungs constrict and he wanted not knowing why at that moment to call out Itachi's name.
He wanted at the moment not knowing why to whisper his lovely name. And for that moment he could not understand why…he prayed, he wished, he wanted so badly for Itachi turn back.
Just one glance, just one…and cast away the cloak of invisibility he felt he wore.
Itachi…that word was on his tongue, it was on his lips…but he never said them.
He watched the gentle flow of those velvet locks that fluttered with every step Itachi took. He watched the sway of his hips with every relentless strode he took.
There was absolutely no hesitation as Itachi walked away from him, there was not an ounce of regret as Itachi walk away…
But why should there be when he had insulted the older in such a way? What did he expect? That Itachi would cling onto him like those brainless girls when he yelled at them?
No…
A humorless chuckle bubbled from Sasuke's throat as his fingers tightened over the little packet. Itachi is a man of pride he realized… Untouchable, unreachable… A powerful man he could only dream to dominate and captivate. A man he could only dream to trap forever for his own selfish desire. The desire to see him break...a desire to see him finally weak and begging before him...
"I-I will pay you back what I owe you I swear!" Sasuke said suddenly before he could stop himself. The hell is he saying!
"I take your word for it" Itachi muttered without even looking back as he walked off.
The dim ornate lamp shone through the entire chamber. Thick ebony curtains pulled shut to cover the large glassy window that adorn the outer wall of the ivory room, soft furry carpet sprawled over the entire space of the cold ground as the air conditioner went at full blast.
Madara sat reading his book on his large king size bed, covered with thick cozy blanket to his waist. His silken bath robe hung loosely over his shoulder, his ivory chest revealed as his midnight locks, caress his lovely feature, trickling slightly over his narrow aristocratic nose and high cheek bones. His features in general were sharp; lace with a sort of dark exotic beauty. His translucent hazel orbs were fiercely vicious, mesmerizing yet lovely as if clear hazel glass.
A sudden knock on his mahogany door, he lifted his gaze setting down his book and frameless reading glasses by the bedside table.
Really, he didn't even need to ask to know who it was.
For one, his servants wouldn't dare bother him at this time of the night unless his mansion was burning to the ground. Two, his lover isn't present to complain or maybe coax him for sex, or demand a little trust from him or shout at him to stop being possessive.
Which isn't bloody likely to happen anytime soon he might add. He is possessive point blank.
Three…there really is only one person in this place currently that would come knocking on his door.
"Just come in Itachi…" He called.
The door creak open as the younger strode in, his bath robe wrap tightly over his chest, his midnight locks loose, flowing down his back.
"Otousan…."
"So you didn't just die in some ditch…"
"…"
"Well actually i thought you might have just disappear from the face of this earth since my men couldn't find your corpse"
"..." Itachi lowered his gaze slightly as he pushed the door shut with a gentle click.
"If it's about not coming back last night…don't do it again…I don't like you staying out and not informing me or anyone" Madara muttered, picking his book up again.
Itachi lowered his gaze, striding towards the empty side of the large bed. Madara lifted his gaze in wonder as Itachi quietly slip beneath the blanket, shifting closer towards him.
"Otousan…"
"What is the matter?"
"…"
"Itachi…?"
"Sorry…" He whispered; shifting to lay his skull over Madara's fabric covered lap. His obsidian strand, pooled over the mattress beneath him.
"I guess…you are technically an adult anyway…"
"…"
"Of course your character doesn't really suggest so" Madara teased, pulling the cover higher over Itachi's shoulder, feeling the silken strands between his fingers.
Really….how many man over twenty would sneak into another's man bed? Unless they are gay but he didn't really think Itachi is…
Which reminds him; he had something he needed to tell Itachi. His lovely friend slash rival of a neighboring gang had enquired, more like asked Itachi to marry his adopted daughter. Saying she's been growing into quite a bitch recently…
How tedious.
"Itachi…how do you like a women companion?"
"…"
"You can't keep coming to me you know that don't you?"
"Why can't I?"
"Well…"
How do you say it in a nice way that, that's because you are over twenty? And that you are male? Not that if Itachi was female it would be any better.
"…"
"It's just a suggestion…I mean you are around that age anyway right?"
"You don't remember my age?"
"Of course I do!" Madara almost shouted.
Maybe he should really shut up now before he makes himself sound like a bigger fool. He was never good at this father son talk and crap…
Itachi remained unmoving as Madara's slender fingers came to stroke his skull. Madara could feel the turmoil of emotions that brew beneath Itachi's stoic features; he could feel the jumble of sorrowful, angry yet hurtful emotions that swirled the air around Itachi in his piercing silence.
He softened his gaze… now isn't really the right time to spring this marriage shit on Itachi is it?
What is he even saying? Marrying Itachi off? Can he really just let go like that? But it isn't his right to decide is it?
It's Itachi's …
"You seem tired…why don't you just close your eyes?"
"You told me I couldn't sleep in your bed anymore"
Well he did say that…he thinks...but…oh come on!
Does Itachi actually take everything that comes out from his lips to such a strict extend?
He is a yakuza for fuck sake…he might say yes today and no tomorrow. He may say support the ban of meat to a seminar full of vegetarians and say screw the vegetarians and their logic to a room full of non vegetarians. Not that he had ever deal with vegetarians.
Okay, bad example but yeah…
He is likened a chameleon if you want to be nasty about it. Anyway, 'yes' and 'no' isn't black and white, it's all shades of grey!
"I'll make an exception tonight"
"Okay…" Itachi let his lashes rest upon his cheek.
Madara smiled, stroking Itachi's lovely tresses.
His poor innocent child…Itachi had always been far too soft, kind, compassionate and patient than his status permits. But he loves him as he is. He loves his kindness that never fails, he loves his compassion that never wavers…and his self-confidence and self-worth that never crumble even if the whole world was to crumble.
Someone insulted him today didn't they…? It didn't take a genius to tell that Itachi is acting this way now because he is really upset.
"I do not want to know…"
"…"
"But…don't do the things you do not wish…there is no shame even if you stop in the middle of it…"
"Do you think I'm that weak…?"
"Never...You know as well as I do that I've seen how heartless and brutal you are…selfish and arrogant…" Madara whispered; leaning down he placed a kiss over the top of Itachi's head.
Itachi is no angel...
"…"
"And so have I seen…how compassionate you could be"
But he could be...
Pants and moans whispered through the humid ambiance. It was hot, it was stuffy and cramp, broken needles and glasses sprawled over the filthy space. Oh God…
Sasuke groaned, twisting his own tangle sheets between his trembling fingers, his other arm wrapping tightly around his clenched waist. His cracked lips parted in a whimper as his entire body trembled and shook. His eyes felt like they were on fire, his skull was as if it was being squeezed and crushed with an iron clamp!
His naked skin glistered in cold sweat, covered in goose bumps as his entire body throbbed and burn with the fires of hell!
It hurts! Every inch of him hurts! His bones ached from the marrow; his entire body was on fire!
Oh God…He couldn't understand it, he couldn't understand why all his sources refused to sell him his usual stuff. He even offered to pay them double for fuck sake!
Triple even! He would pay any amount! He would pay any amount they ask! He couldn't understand it! Why! Why! Why wouldn't they sell it to him!
Fuck them!
Sasuke gasped; curling tighter into a ball, his head throbbed as if a sledge hammer was banging away in his skull, his muscle hurt as if it was being ripped apart. He felt very sick, his guts churned and twist sickening him to vomiting; as if something were moving in his stomach, and it was twisting, turning and pushing everything in his guts to his throat as he resisted the urge to throw up.
God!
He snapped burning his eyes shut, taking in deep shattering breath, his throat scorching with thirst as his entire body screamed and shrieked for them. Shouting in begging in desperation, in utter madness!
He was going mad! He was going mad…Christ!
He couldn't think of anything but them…! Heroin…coke…weed…anything! Anything!
Please! He would give anything for just a speck of them! He would give anything for just a moment of relief! He needed them…he needed them…he needed them now!
Sasuke screamed; his fingers flew to clutch his throbbing head, pulling locks from their bloody roots and swipe his hands down his features in extreme distress as his entire body was soaked in cold sweat. He felt as if the walls were closing in on him, he felt as if he was trap, felt as if he was going to suffocate!
He couldn't breathe! Oh God! He is going to explode! Going to combust!
"Stop it! Stop it!" He screamed in exploding fury and frustration.
He screamed and he screamed praying to get his mind off the pain, the fire, the sickening nausea! Fuck the neighbors hearing him and thinking he must have gone mad!
Why wouldn't they sell it to him! Why! Why wouldn't they give him!
Anger, cold cruel anger ripped through his entire being as he ruthlessly grabbed for the empty beer cans that littered his bed, hurling them with all his strength across the wall.
"Fuck!" His fingers slammed down on the thin mattress.
His breathing was hard, his vision blurry as his throat burn with a need a thirst he could not quench. He was shaking so badly his vision shook; his skin icy cold and pale, his lips dry and cracked, marred with coppery taste of his own blood.
Why! Why! Why! He couldn't think, he couldn't think pass those drugs. He couldn't think pass the need of his body. He couldn't think pass the pain of his body. He couldn't stand it… He couldn't stand it!
Surely, surely he is going to die. Surely he is going to die the next minute!
The world was spinning, tangles of sheets twisted and wrap tightly over his sweaty limbs, twisted over his naked sweaty flesh like serpents. It was prodding his side painfully, it was twisting too tightly over his thigh, it was uncomfortable but yet he couldn't bring himself to move, he couldn't bring his own exhausted burning body to shift.
How long has it been since he hadn't taken them? A little over 48 hours?
Oh God…He swipe his sweaty hands down his sweat drenched features.
How long more? How long? How long for what he couldn't even remember his own thoughts!
Make it stop! Please!
His trembling burning fingers slip to clutch his left wrist to stop them from shaking. His thumb stroking over the many needle marks that he use to hide beneath his wrist band, stroking them as if it would calm him, stroking them as if to tell himself that it would be alright…he would get those stuff soon, he would…he would….He would!
A soft pained laughter bubbled from his trembling lips as he brought his shaking wrist to his chest.
"Shh….it'll be okay…." He whispered to himself.
He needed the words.
"It'll be fine…" He laughed, pressure crushing his chest.
He needed the lies.
"It'll be over soon…." His lips parted in pants as he curled tighter into a ball.
Let it be a lie…he didn't care at this moment.
He didn't care for anything but the drugs! He didn't care for the racket of noises that seemed to be increasing. He didn't care to the screaming that was becoming more and more deafening! Louder and louder they get!
Shut up! Shut up!
Fire! Fire! Get out! Move!
He could hear them; lifting his aching skull he forcefully turned himself to his sweaty aching back. Streams of smoke were seeping through the gaps of his door; flickering of orange and yellow lights were illuminating just beyond his wooden door.
Fire…Fire…
That word rang like a foreign sound in his hazy throbbing mind for a second before his eyes widen.
Fire!
At once adrenaline rushed through his entire being like poison! Rush to his mind, his burning muscles; every inch of him.
Shit!
Sasuke slammed his palm against the soft futon, climbing to his weak shaky feet. Trembling and shaking he scrambled for his clothes. His world spun, flashes of blinding light were exploding over his aching vision, his skull pained to sickening numbness as he pulled up his jeans.
Christ!
Acid shot up his throat as he forced the content of his stomach down to his twisting guts.
Fire….Fire….
He reached for the metal knob.
At once, excruciating pain tore up Sasuke's arm. Sasuke screamed releasing the boiling knob, his shaking hands red and raw as if fresh flesh.
Damn it! Damn it!
He turned, swiping his gaze through his messy room in terror, in horror as panic clawed him like never before, his legs weak and shaky. His vision blurred, his entire body ached and burn as if a living flames with every second he force himself to stand.
Think! Think!
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