Wi-fi is impossible to reach here ;~; (I'm staying over to my family's in the eastern parts of the Czech Republic) I'm sorry for like the time it took to post this but it's hard to write in this heat! Gome Gome, I will do my best to keep updating.
This belongs to the creator(s) of Naruto, not me; I'm too white to make manga (jk jk, no racism)
"What was that all about." He broke the silence with a quick question.
"wha" I kept my eyes shut, and my head still facing in the opposite direction of the rich kid.
"The whole, bottle thing."
Shit. Now he's going to split my head open and uncover that I like other guys. Maybe if I try and convince him that I was a bit too "gone" because of the alcohol he might drop it.
"I was tired and kinda drunk."
He's so going to buy that.
"Are you still drunk and tired?" I can feel he's waiting to ask more questions.
That's a trick question, he's going to dig deeper, I need to improvise.
"We should sleep, we had too many drinks."He kept quiet, maybe he's too tired, or he just is unmotivated to continue. Either way, I herd him lay back down and rest, leaving a sigh. We stayed quiet for a few minutes and somehow we both knew the other was awake. We were both laying in the basement with Kiba and Gaara stealing the sofas as we vacated the floor between the television and leg-rest. With both our backs turned to each-other. I was resting with my knees to my stomach and hands freely resting in-front of me.
"The cuts." What the hell is he on about all the time.
"wha-" I yawned "cuts?"
"Those aren't accidents are they."
"You mean the scratches on my leg?"
Kiba snored loudly and made both of us shut up for a bit.
"Why."
"I'm tired" I pretended to be sleepy, trying to avoid what might turn into a disaster.
We both fell asleep soon after, only to be woken up by his parents calling the teens up for breakfast. They must have known of our presence after seeing the two girls sleeping in Sasuke's room or any other evidence of our visit like the bottles of alcohol in the kitchen. I got up, slowly lifting my fat ass and walked to the stairs, only me and Kiba were left downstairs which means that the others must have woken up earlier. I was too lazy to fix my sweater, I looked like I stabbed a fork in the toaster with my hair all over the place and my "zombie" walk.
"Hello there." A sweet voice swung in my direction.
"Uh- oh good morning" I yawned and scratched my eyelid with my right hand clenched up in a fist. "Mommy Uchiha." Oops, that sounded so innocent and I meant to say 'Miss Uchiha' but her voice was so comforting that I accidentally said mommy. I took a step back when I realized my mistake with my face looking like a deer staring at headlights. She smiled at me and bowed forward, "What's your name little kitten." Did she just call me a little kitten?
"I'm not little!" I kick my right foot on the floor, seeking recognition.
"Hello 'I'm not little', how are you?" I pouted, seriously, she's using that joke on me.
"Are you hungry little kitten?" It's like if I was talking to a wall. Right when she said 'hungry' my stomach growled for something to consume.
"Umm."
"Come with me." She grabbed my hand and guided me all the way to the kitchen, decorated with expensive and shiny stuff all over. Ino and Sakura were sitting both eating pancakes with Gaara and Sasuke. I looked like a damn lost toddler, with my big grey sweater and black underwear with cats on it, my left hand holding that of a parent.
"Sleep well princess?" Sasuke said with a wide smile.
"Please don't call me that." I hated that name so much, but it was too silly not to smile too.
"I'll take that as a yes little kitten." I just remembered that I was being guided like a kid and looked back at her with a :Do-you-wanna-die face. I swear if they join forces and call me a little-kitten-princess, I will take all that maple syrup on the table and force them to eat their pancakes with marmalade. And for Canadians, maple syrup is a necessity to life, especially pancakes. The morning passed by quite nicely, with a few jokes directed towards me every now and then. I liked this, I liked being with people. Yesterday was fun and today was relaxing, talking to people made me feel different and I needed more of it. After we finished all that needed to be done at Sasuke's, we thanked Mikoto and we all got in a car with Kiba's mom who decided to take us back home. When she dropped me off to my apartment, I thanked her and ran to my apartment.
"The project is almost done, just a few more additions and it will be a easy A. Don't need to thank me, I can do this kind of stuff while picking my nose." Sasuke sent me a text a few hours later I got home, I replied with "You know I can work too."
We spent the entire evening texting back and forth, leaving nothing behind until he asked me the familiar question.
"What's with the cuts on your thigh?"
"I told you already, I fell from my skateboard."
After I answered him he hasn't replied, actually, we haven't texted back until the end of the weekend. Planning where we could hang out at school and meet up somewhere. He seemed happy to meet me, even though I've been in a few of his classes for years. I guess sitting in the back and staying quiet was not helpful, then again it did decrease the chances of being bullied, almost.
Once Monday came, I spent the entire trip to school thinking of what to say so that people will know that I don't have any "special" feelings towards another boy, even though I knew that was very wrong. Half-way I even debated if I should actually fall off of my board to make the wounds more "accidental", that would make it more authentic and people will probably know that it was not self-inflicted. So I did, I rammed my board in a wooden electric post and got a few bruises, mission accomplished.
Diiiiinng Diiiinng!
the school bell was screaming through some loudspeakers, demanding all students to be in their homerooms, I ran to mine and met Ino, who I had no idea was in my homeroom for four years. We talked about our classes and stuff, she seemed nice and I never really had a conversation with someone before I went to Sasuke's, all along I was reflecting of my right thigh, the one with 2 scars and a few bruises. Whatever it is, it's working, punishing myself is making people around me like me and it stopped the feeling of hatred that I would get when walking in the hallways. I could smile and have conversations without the fear of getting spat in the face. Cutting made me likeable, cutting was going to make my life better and boy I could not wait 'till I got a hold of a blade again.
The day was, remarkably smooth, I haven't been beaten up or cursed at while making friendly conversations with all the kids at the loud table (the table that had all of the people that had the most fun and laughter) especially Sasuke. I was actually trying to act like I totally didn't give a shit about him but every-time he spoke or did anything that involved me I accidentally blushed. I knew it because of the burning sensation in my cheeks and the smile he would make when I looked at him.
Him.
Him.
Thats all that mattered when he was around, all that was in my head. The school-day ended and my thigh got seriously itchy. I don't want the day to end because it was going so well but man I'm craving exacto blades. I took the same route that I took every other day and rested at home, homework untouched, like always. Opened the bathroom door, picked up my exacto blade that I nicknamed "stairwell to happiness" and put it straight to work, punishing myself while thanking the world for pain. Pain that drained the "bad" me out and left me pure of "bad" blood.
Bzzzzzt my phone vibrated.
"Hey." It was a text from Sasuke.
"Hi :3"
"hey umm, are you ok?"
"Of course xD"
"You seemed different today."
"Dude, you know me for like 4 days."
He didn't answer, shit what did I say. I meant that in a joky fun way, hope he was not insulted.
"I know your secret."
What.
How the fuck does... Impossible I didn't tell anyone. He's bluffing, trying to make me confess, he's going to have to try harder.
"What secret?"
I put away my blade and bandaged myself, I needed to lay down and let my body relax from all the blood that I drained.
"You can tell me man, don't worry."
"Ok I confess, I like being called a kitten."
"Not that Naruto."
our conversation ended there, I didn't want to lie more to him, he's the one who is making me popular after-all.
"I care Naruto, goodnight." That text surprised me more than it should of, it made me cry a bit because that's the first time that those words have been told to me. Especially from him it made my cold body turn warm. I guess I'll sleep extra well tonight, I cut myself and was told that someone cared about me. I guess life is not that bad after all.
"goodnight saske"
Was it worth the wait? I hope so, I would not want to upset my beloved fans. not that many Canadians compared to Americans so I wanted to ask, do you guys down there have three different schools for the whole junior high and all? Like here in Canada it's 6 yeas elementary, 5 years secondary (high school) and then college/university.