Chapter 11: Kyokou (Fear)
and so our little hero woke up in a cold sweat.
Sasuke looked around, it was still dark, he glanced at his little gray alarm clock. It read 2:30a.m.. It seemed as though something woke him up. He usually could sleep no matter what.
Just then, he felt something move. It was not him. He felt a faint bubble in his stomach.
Something loomed over him, grabbing towards his mouth quite easily and successfully.
"Say something, I dare you", the figure said. Something about the voice was familiar. Was it somebody he knew?
He felt the cold hands slip down his shirt and unbutton it. Was he being raped? He couldn't tell by the way it felt. It felt more like a murder...
The figure slowly stopped and reached in his pocket. Sasuke quickly took his chance at tried to hit the damned murderer. He had not a bit of impact, the figure easily grabbed his hand and kept looking in his pocket.
He pushed something toward Sasuke's face and muttered something he did not understand. He turned his head back into the pillow to avoid it.
"I said drink it", the figure screeched. Obviously knowing that his voice seemed whiny.
Sasuke felt his face being pulled upright and an open bottle was shoved into his mouth. He swallowed it without a fight, hopefully it would kill him and take him away from this confusing world.
The rest of the night was but a blur... He fell asleep as the dark figure left quietly... Leaving the drink... Sasuke knew he had done something extremely sexual.. He just couldn't bring himself to it...
Chapter 12: Frustration of Concentration.
Sasuke woke up once more, to evil daylight. He had a terrible headache. He tried his hardest to remember exactly what happened.. Had it all been a wonderful dream?
He was so confused, Laying alone on his bed, under the covers, did not exactly appeal to him.
An hour later, after all the hopeless thoughts, he forced himself to get up and eat something.. He had to. He stumbled down the creaky sounds. They seemed so muted and unimportant. He gently walked into the dreary kitchen, hoping for Naruto to pop his head so he could talk. Sasuke could not just cope and keep this in. He had to tell somebody.
Sasuke saw a note left on his table, it was left in a very conspicuous manner that he did not even want to pick it up. He stared blankly yet intently at it though, pushing the thought of last night away.
He eventually walked towards it and held it in his hands. Sasuke glanced at it... No.. It was signed Naruto. He forced himself to read it
'Dear Sasuke,
Please understand that I don't want to write this... I want you to know I just wanted to tell you that there is a tournament.. I am in it. I would enjoy it if you came to it. Please come?'
Naruto Uzumaki
It was short... sloppy. Naruto usually did not even send notes, especially not love notes, if thats what this was.
Sasuke had no idea why Naruto seemed so sad but, he knew that he had to compete in that tournament. It was not even because of Naruto. He needed his pride back... He also HAD to make Naruto happy.
Sasuke had no idea what to even say. He just thought he would waltz up to Naruto and give him a big corny hug. He had to finally show some emotion back... He had to. He just hoped Kakashi would not see, Kakashi probably kill them both. The worst part of that was that Sasuke did not even know why.
Why seemed the question to ask. Why him? Why did Naruto like him? What was Kakashi doing? Why was he raped? Why the FUCK would someone steal his clothes?!