Too Hateful to Love

Chapter Seven

I awoke with a start, my tongue bleeding more than usual. I could feel the warm liquid coursing over my ghostly lips—such a sharp contrast, that red and paler white. It left a tingling numbness in its wake as it crept down my skin. I pressed my finger to my lip, letting the crimson flow onto my hand. Watching the drop of life, I noticed…it was so profound—so deep. I could drown in it. My body felt so high with exhaustion and my mine was filled with delusions of red oceans and black skies. The sun was bleeding, I was bleeding, the world was bleeding. Everything was dripping into darkness.

"Looks like you half lost your mind down here." Said a familiar voice, gruff and menacing in its tone. I ignored it. The blood making a pink trail down my wrist was far too mesmerizing. I was obsessed with watching it fall.

"H-his eyes don't look right." whimpered a skittish, more childish voice.

"You'd look like that two after four days of daily beatings and no food and water. I'm surprised he ain't dead." Chains rattled. Patch squeaked angrily. The voice must have stepped on his tail…

The drop of crimson life finally reached its end, dripping off my wrist to die upon the cold cement ground. It fell like rain, broke like glass against the unforgiving earth, and blossomed…dying into nothing but a shadow of what it once was.

This drop of blood was the first of me to go; the rest would follow soon. Death was near, insanity closer.

"You hungry, boy?" asked the menacing voice, teasing and cruel. Something evil bubbled on the tip of my tongue, a curse that no one would understand, except the wild. I growled.

"Go. To. Hell." My voice echoed through the cell, deep, violent, wild. My stomach screamed to me and to every cell in my body to cry out for food—to beg for it, just as Stepfather wanted. I would not grovel; sooner would I die than get on my knees.

"Oh, my…h-he's quite violent in his words. You said he wouldn't get hostile."

"I thought the little runt was too much of a wimp to get rough. Guess when you take away a tamed dog's food, water, and beat it a little…it turns into a savage wolf." The cruel voice chuckled at the thought. "Well, stop the crap and come on, runt. Sasuke bailed you out."

Sasuke? That name…who is he? Do I know him? He—he's my brother. No. Why'd I think that?

My head was spinning wildly, drunken and screaming. "Go. Away." I breathed, finding the strength to stand when it seemed I had none left to even think. Rage pulled me up. Hate made me stand…these feelings, like fire, blazed on within me.

"Ah!" gasped a frightened voice, "He's moving!"

"No shit."

My eyes creaked open and the pain followed. It was a piercing sort of agony that slithered behind my eyes like acid. I couldn't help but groan as the dull figures became remotely clearer as blotches of dull colors. There was a looming figure standing only a few feet from me, tall and bulky, but undefined and obscure. Its face was but a blur, white smile dominating everything.

"Well, look at that. Morning sunshine, the world says 'hello'." The shadows white grin grew into a crescent moon.

"Bastard." I breathed. My shoulders strained back, my head hanging, eyes forward and wild in there glare. I could feel the feral cry within me, its tails of fire whipping inside my ribs. That rage, that hate was breaking free. "Die."

"Ah! He's attacking!"

"Shut up, wimp!"

I lunged, eyes burning a fiery blue.

A fist.

"You got him!"

"I said shut up!"

I fell back, managing to stay on my feet. My head screamed in pain, but I was too confused and bewildered to even register that agony. I felt like I was hit with a freight train.

"H-he's still standing, Zabuza!"

Zabuza, that name…

"Shut up, damn it! I know!"

Suddenly a warm wind swept through the dark cell, so comforting and scorching against my frozen self. I could feel her gaze inside that summer breeze.

But soon that warmth was replaced with the icy chill of silence and the shadows of winter. I could feel everything fading.

I was going to faint.

"He's going down!"

The wind from my fall whipped through my hair and for but a moment I couldn't feel a thing.

"Sleep you little bastard. Sleep."

And for some reason I just couldn't help but obey.


Sasuke~

The first day we met was the first day I truly ever smiled, only a few months ago…

It was midnight when I snuck out of Stepfather's mansion. The air was thick with the promise of rain and stuck to my skin like a thin layer of fog. Truly, it felt disgusting, but I had to get out of that damn place. Stepfather was…was beating Naruto again and probably for some stupid mistake he couldn't possibly have controlled. It ripped me apart to hear Naruto's soft, concealed grunts of pain as Stepfather's minions pounded away and it only made me unbearably furious that I couldn't do a God damn thing about it. I didn't give a shit about Naruto…I still don't, but something like that. It just makes me sick.

So there I was, wondering aimlessly through the dingy streets of Old Downtown Konoha, trying to get my mind off of his blue eyes writhing. I needed to fight—a release, just something to get rid of this anger.

"No! Please, stop or else I'll—Ah!"

I was thrust out of my intense thoughts by a pathetic scream, something that was way too soft to even be categorized as an attempted threat, which I assumed it was (giving its context). I ignored it; some girl probably took the wrong way home and ended up getting mugged. It serves her right for being an idiot.

"Stop! Don't touch that! Please!"

Or raped…ugh. I shoved my hands in my pockets and paced back and forth calmly, contemplating on whether I should interfere. I mean she shouldn't have-

"NO!"

"AH! Damn it all!" I growled and followed the voice and the loud struggle, my heart racing with more rage. I really hate this world.

"Please! Someone, help me!"

"I'm coming, damn it." I whispered, annoyed and angry.

I had no idea what I was about to get myself into…I had no idea that I'd fall in love.


Author's Notes

Blackmail here! Agh…I was thinking about writing another story soon, maybe something much more—Hm. I don't know. How about I take requests!

If you guys want me to write a story, give me a requested couple and I may try it out! I just love pleasing my readers so let's give this a try!

I'll take on any couple except NaruXHina and SasuXSaku!

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