Woah. I'm still alive! Surprised? Haha. It's not that I have the time to update this story… it's just that inspiration can't be summoned upon will. At a certain point, I did consider discontinuing this fic.
But thanks to your reviews the conscience, (regarding the continuation of this fic) which I buried to the farthest recesses of my mind FINALLY bounced back to life. I have to admit that I do have an issue with inferiority complex, especially when I read the work of other authors, I feel like I want to shrink or combust simultaneously because my crap can't compare to their craft of art. Aside from that, I'm a sadist. So please bear with me.
Enough with the drama.
Brace yourselves for (another) poor attempt at humor… by none other than ME! Please feel free to throw (blunt) knives towards ME in your imagination (only).
This chapter is dedicated to our beloved Sasuke-kun! Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Mesmerize
SaSuKe
For Uchiha Sasuke, there many things that this world could live without.
For example… a traitorous, rebellious, psychotic brother who'd slaughter your clan and leave you mentally scarred for the rest of your miserable life.
Okay, so that wasn't that many. At all.
Actually, Itachi was everything he hated about this world. That is, until he reached the age where girls began to claw at him like hungry vultures.
HIS (poor) attempt to be low profile proved to be ineffective. He was cold and distant to everyone. (MEAN) He silently brood, even when everybody was already laughing his or her guts out. (WEIRD) He death glared at the girls who attempt to flirt with him. (LETHAL)
He wanted to scare the living hell out of them!!!
But in a sick twisted way, the female population have a reversed psychology.
And his elaborate plan to be hated by everyone back fired towards him.
He unintentionally attract them instead of repel them.
"Sasukeeeeeeeee-kun!"
Confronting the two girls is in a degree, more migraine inspiring than plotting several plans to track and kill his so-called brother.
Exaggerated?
Nope.
In the same pitch as a supersonic jet, Ino and Sakura simultaneously scream his bloody name and invaded his personal space by latching on each of his arm. They probably have tentacles, something that glued them to his body as though they are additional limbs.
Disturbing?
Yes.
Very. Much.
There he was, believing that Konoha is already safe and peaceful without the threat of invasion from foreign lands.
"Let go." Sasuke paused in his tracks, his face taut in his attempt to feign stoicism. He actually wanted to become a crazed lunatic for a short period of time to have an excuse for murdering the two girls. But that would be following Itachi's foot steps.
Except, Itachi IS a crazed lunatic. He's nowhere near being insane enough to actually pull out the kunai he could conveniently have access to in times of threat and cut the throat where the horrid screeches of his name comes from.
"Where are you going Sasuke-kun? I could keep you company there." Sakura cooed. Her voice sugary matched with the batting of eyelashes.
They're not even listening.
"Let's eat lunch! My treat!" Ino offered.
"Damn Ino! That's not fair! Don't bribe him into going out to date with you!"
"Hmph! Whatever. You know- everything's fair in love and war!"
The two proceeded to bicker in the middle of the street. They unconsciously let their hands slip off the Uchiha's numbed arm to strangle each other's throat.
I wish they'd strangle each other hard enough they won't be able to talk anytime soon…Sasuke SINCERELY wished.
Sasuke's feet have a mind of its own.
Walking a very familiar direction.
Even with his eyes blindfolded, his feet would simply lead him there.
Maybe it's become a ritual for him who made it a point to visit the place every chance he got. Usually, it is after every mission. Just like when he used to sit next to him.
But this morning, he ran out of supplies to concoct something decent enough to eat.
Even ramen is more decent than whatever food he has on mind.
Ichiraku's…
After their team's (successful) missions they'd automatically go there to celebrate. That was in the past.
It is nowhere near the vicinity of his mansion… yet he could smell its scent lingering in his apartment as though summoning him to come there.
He's going crazy.
And it's because of him.
What he hates the most….
is the feeling of missing a particular someone.
It's funny.
How everything seems to flash back into his memory. How today seemed like one of those yesterdays.
He felt like he's back to being a 12 year old.
Steam emits from the interior of the tiny booth
He inhaled the familiar scent of Ichiraku's…
Just like his warm breath…
Sasuke thought inwardly.
He exhaled.
"Naruto."
The name slipped past his lips.
Somewhere in Konoha…
"ACHOOOOOOO!" Naruto sneezed against the lingerie she was currently examining. She sniffed. The sales lady gave her a disapproving look.
It's must've been because of the fact that her flesh was too exposed that she's going to catch a cold anytime soon.
She decided to purchase the damn thing since it would be embarrassing and unethical to not do so after transferring her bacteria to the piece of clothing.
Red and black.
Sasuke's favorite colors...
Naruto shivered.
It's just probably the airconditioning in the damned store.
Disappointed? I hope not. Please review and feel free to shower me with criticisms. Hahahaha.
