Chapter Three:
Hollow eyes and empty sockets
They stared at each other. For eternity. Sasuke blinked. Then he slowly took his hand out of his pants and turned on the water in the sink to wash it. The blonde stared. "What?" the Uchiha snapped. "It's not my fault, they hang the mirrors here!" The blonde just stared. "Hey, don't look at me like this, you...!" The Uchiha suddenly got sick, feeling like this would not end well for him. The other took a step in his direction. "Who are you?" Well, that was not the questions he had expected. "I am Sasuke." He said slowly, like it was some foreign language he wasn't able to speak. "Hi." The blonde smiled at him. The water rushed down the drain. Sasuke's mind was blown. Not that he wasn't used to crazy people and freaks, but that was one way of being strange he hadn't known until now. "Hi." He answered dryly. "How old are you?" The raven looked at him like he was insane. This was actually the look normal people used to throw at HIM! "Are you dumb or crazy?" "No, just bored..." The boy suddenly looked very sad. Sasuke opened his mouth in protest, but then gaped. ""I'm 13." A little, thankful smile showed on the blonds lips. "Alright, I'm so gonna leave now." Sasuke spat out. "No, you're not" he stopped again, flustered for a second. But then he shook it off. "Pah, who do you think you are? I'm Uchiha Sasuke, so step out of the way!" He yelled self-righteous. But the blonde didn't move. "You're gonna come and visit me, alright? Everyday." Sasuke didn't even try to hold back his laughter. "Like hell I will visit such a sickly freak like you!" "You think your mom will like that?" "What? I'm always like this! That bitch better not complain." He snorted. "Okay." The raven stared sceptically. Then he left the room. The blonde followed. Silently the water continued running in the drain. Sasuke walked angrily. His pants uncomfortably scrubbed, but he didn't want to stop and straighten them. The other boy was still following him through the hallway. But if he thought he could blackmail him, he was wrong. He gave not a single fuck about what his mother knew about or not! He urgently needed new pants. Damn, he would even be willing to wear some underwear now! The cafeteria was pretty empty. There were only a few people beside his mother and uncle. They were sitting at a table, the woman looked obviously disgruntled. The other looked a little confused, but didn't seem to even notice how especially pissed his sister was. "Mom! You can now drive me home!" he announced. Mikoto didn't even complain, but just got up and walked over looking very unhappy. Izuna followed her smiling at the boy. "Hello Miss Uchiha!" A voice behind him said. Sasuke turned around furiously. "Don't distract her, I need her as driver!" "Oh, hello. Who are you?" Her voice suddenly sounded very soft. "Are you a friend of Sasuke?" That thought seemed to please her so much that her anger seemed to, at least temporary, gone. The blonde nodded. "I'm Uzumaki Naruto! Nice to meet you!" He smiled and seemed to shine as they shook hands. "Well isn't that cute? The two of you have become friends so fast? And I've been worried about you, Sasuke!" She smiled almost as brightly as Naruto. Sasuke faked a nausea. "I wanted to ask you if Sasuke could come visit me again. He said he didn't have the courage to ask." "What?!" Sasuke yelled. "You little bitch, that's a straight out lie! If it comes to me, you can by all means die that instant, bastard!" Mikoto knocked at his head, but still smiled at the blonde. "Well, of course he can come visit you! You look so cute together!" "WHAAAT?!" Sasuke this time shrieked. "Mom! I refuse to tolerate that kind of behavior!" He said a little more composed. "Thank you!" "Oh, no problem at all." "Okay. See you then, Sasuke! Good bye Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha!" Naruto waved goodbye. Mikoto laughed a little at the Mr. Uchiha title, but let it be good. "Alright darling, let's go home!" She walked towards the main exit. Izuna followed her laughing. Sasuke just stood there, mouth wide open. How did it happen everyone was talking and making decisions over his head?
~xXx~
Madara crossed his legs on the wooden writing desk. The dark, massive material had once been pretty expensive and surely looked impressive. The Uchiha didn't care much about this though. His boots bumped on it heavily. He sighted. "Well, we've got a problem there." The man that stood on the carped in front of him shivered with obvious fear. "You understand I get a little upset if people don't pay me for my services. Especially if they broke my rules." The big, throne-like chair he sat on seesawed under him. He looked pretty casual. In a smooth movement he put his legs down and got up. His long cloak waved with every movement he made. "Do you know why this coat I wear is black?" The man shook his head. The atmosphere in the room was filled to the utmost with tensity and fear. "Answer: It Isn't anymore. For a long time now. Can you guess why?" He reached in his inner pocket. "I-I-I'm so sorry!" The man screeched. "I will pay you! I promise!" A loud, nasty bang echoed through the bureau and half the warehouse Madara's office was located in. "Because blood doesn't wash out easily." The glock disappeared again. Madara sighted. Red ink again. He sighted. Every single one of them was just vermin that deserved to be burned to ashes. It had been an eternity since he has had a proper customer. He sat down on his desk. "Damn!" he yelled. Yelling felt good. He watched frustrated as the lifeless body slowly turned into gray dust. He opened the small window. "This. World. Is. Twisted."
~xXx~
"Oh my god!" He was shaken hard. The person that abused him didn't even let him show he was awake and feeling well. "A-aaah!" He finally managed to spill out. The nurse stopped shaking and looked at him. "Boy, what are you doing outside? Did you fall unconscious? Are you feeling well?" Itachi shook his head. "I just fell asleep." He said in a thin voice. The sun had already risen and now heated the earth up. It was pretty warm by now. Itachi wondered how no one had noticed his disappearing until now. They probably had thought he was in the bathroom. But all night long? That was a perfect display of the medical system. He slowly got up. His limbs hurt a little from the hard ground and touch. The nurse pushed him inside rather roughly, but maybe he was just oversensitive. It was incredibly hot inside of there. He willingly lay down in the hospital bed. The woman eyes him scrutinizing. When he had covered himself like a good child, she walked over to the door. "Please stay in bed for now. You will be brought breakfast soon." She smiled unappealingly faked. Then she left him alone. Well, not really all alone. He stared at the dark figure that stood at the end of the bed. It's pale face seemed to stare at him. Even though he couldn't be sure, considering the empty eye socket. Complete silence filled the room. A freezing cold aura surrounded the frame, but since it had at least 27°C there, it (80°F) it could have been enjoyably refreshing, if you wouldn't take into account that it was a soulless monster of some kind. Itachi didn't really know. How would he? Just because you see something doesn't mean you understand it. All he knew about those figures was that he had always seen them, and that no one he had ever met was able to see them too. He sighted. Since he was young, people often thought he was strange, staring holes in the air, talking to himself. He had a strange aura around him, they said. People had avoided him for as long as he could remember. He didn't sight. He just stared and felt his blank eyes become bloodshot. He closed them again.
"So tired..." he mumbled