Yay! First update of 2010! ....18 days late.... Oops? -.-' Well I'm not going to keep you all waiting. Go on read. :D
CHAPTER TEN: Words Will Only Emotionally Scar Me
Naruto groaned, flopping down in what he marked as his seat. The class had no seating chart yet so no one could put up a good argument telling him to sit elsewhere (not that they wanted to anyways). Sakura and Sai walked in a few seconds after he'd made himself comfortable, his friends snagging the two desks in the row in front of him.
The chair besides Naruto, shamefully, remained unoccupied. His handful of fan girls in the class fluttered to chair, wishing to be the lucky one to sit next to him. Of coarse when you have at least fifteen or so people trying to reach the same goal, there is bound to be problems.
As everyone's attention was drawn to the group fighting over a single chair, Sasuke ever-so-silently appeared and stole the free spot. He didn't feel like standing around all day waiting for them to kill each other before he could take the seat. That process was way more bothersome.
Glaring at the Uchiha for all they felt he was worth, the remainder of the class that was still standing flouted to the other empty seats surrounding the small group of friends. They were still close enough to pass notes to their idol so they were happy.
"What's with the face, Naruto?" asked Sai, turning to sit backwards in his seat to stare at his friend. Sakura also turned halfway in her seat to look at him.
"Will someone— I'm not gonna say any names—" Naruto sent a pointed look to the raven sitting besides him— "demanded to go to the office before lunch to switch their classes and me, being the great roll model that I am" –Sasuke snorted, rolling his eyes— "agreed to go with this poor soul to act as the translator between him and the councilor. Unfortunately for me, someone spent the entire lunch period constantly switching their classes around until finally they came to a decision."
"And what was that?" Sakura wondered, an amused expression of her face.
Naruto folded his arms across his chest, rocking back on two legs of his chair. "The bastard kept all the classes he'd started off with in the first place!" he pouted, glaring openly at Sasuke now.
The raven, however, had lost all connection with reality as of a few seconds when the bell rung and the tiny classroom filled completely up. Now, Sasuke was not claustrophobic but he would gladly pretend to be if it would get him out of class at this very moment.
Every cell in the Uchiha's body tensed as the vacant seat besides him was claimed by none other than Yakushi Kabuto.
Upon noticing him, Naruto greeted the silver haired boy and introduced him to Sakura and Sai as "one of Sasuke's old friends." If Sasuke had the voice to, he would have snapped at Naruto for dare calling Kabuto his friend. The two had never been close and he didn't see them having any relation besides one based on hatred and despise.
And as if things could not get any worse.... the teacher walked in.
Uchiha's already pale skin seemed to drain what little color it did have. Next to him, Kabuto smirked.
He always did like the first day of class.
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Come on, come on!Sasuke silently pleaded with the clock to tick faster, to make class end sooner, to let him get away as soon as possible.
So far, he's managed to survive class with no mishaps. He was grateful that Naruto had chosen to sit towards the back of the room, more so that he had this class with someone he knew. If Sasuke had been alone and seated somewhere in the front he may not have made it this long.
Their science teacher was the strictest, creepiest one in the entire school— possibly the entire tri-state area! Everyone did what they were told and nothing they weren't. They didn't ask to go to the bathroom or for the teacher's help, they didn't talk to each other or pass notes, no one volunteered to answer question even if they knew the answer. Everyone kept their eyes down on their desk, only looking up at the board every once in a while to write down the notes and examples given to them. If their teacher told them to write a three page essay (typed, single spaced, and over 15,000 words long, with a rough draft that has been checked by five other students, two teachers, and a guardian) on atoms and have it turned in by the next day or else face the consequence of staying after school with him, there was no doubt in his mind that every student would have the paper turned in by the end of class.
Finally, the bell rung and, judging by his fellow classmates' expressions, Sasuke wasn't the only one cheering on the inside.
"Where do you think you're going?" hissed their teacher, blocking their only exit from Hell. "The lesson is not over. Everyone back to your seats; I have not dismissed any of you yet."
They wanted to moan, protest, and complain, really they did but the students of sixth hour Chemistry knew better than that. The class swallowed their complaints and returned to their seats. If they hurried and did what they were told, hopefully he would let them go before anyone missed their bus.
"Open your books to Chapter 12, Section 3." You could hear the class shuffling through their books, as he said, "Naruto! Name one of the formulas we'll be using for this chapter."
The blonde, caught off guard, stood up, trying to procrastinate as long as possible as he still searched for the page.
"We're waiting, Uzumaki. Name, definition, and formula."
"Boyle-Mariotte law. Boyle's law states that at constant temperature for a fixed mass, the absolute pressure and the volume of a gas are inversely proportional. Boyle's law is used to predict the result of introducing a change, in volume and pressure only, to the initial state of a fixed quantity of gas. The before and after volumes and pressures of the fixed amount of gas, where the before and after temperatures are the same (heating or cooling will be required to meet this condition), are related by the equation: p1 times V1 equals p2 times V2." Naruto finished with a sigh, collapsing back into his chair. He hated being put on the spot like that.
The teacher nodded, somewhat pleased with his student's performance. "Good job, Uzumaki. Sasuke!" Said boy flinched. "What is the next formula?"
Sasuke did not stand; instead he remained in his seat, glaring at the teacher hatefully. The teacher marched over to the raven, glaring as he hovered over the teen. "Uchiha— READ!" barked the man, snapping the ruler he held down on Sasuke's desk. Those around him inwardly winched at the sound.
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Sasuke chanted in his head, refusing to do what was demanded of him.
Finally, Sakura squeaked up from the next row. "Orochimaru-sensei.... excuses me for interrupting," she hastily added when his gaze snapped in her direction, "but Sasuke is mute, sir; he can not speak."
The corner of the pale man's lips tugged up in a small smirk. "Why, Haruno, I am very much aware of what 'mute' means. I do not need you to define it for me." Sakura nodded, feeling a tad bit embarrassed. Orochimaru turned his attention back to the snarling Uchiha, his expression turning smug. "May I ask, Uchiha, what do you think you're doing? Why you are attending this school all of a sudden?" He leaned forward on the desk until he was at eye level with the teen, his face only mere inches from his student's. In a tone of voice lower than the one previously used, he continued to interrogate the Uchiha. "Are you trying to make a point? Do you really think you can stay here much longer, in this town, this school, this class, with me as your teacher? Your brother thought he could tough it out too, he even went against me and look where it got him. Accept it Sasuke.... just like Itachi and your parents... Your existence is useless here." He stood up straight, fixing his lab jacket. His final parting words to the raven, before he dismissed class, were, "You'll be better off with the rest of your family, Sasuke Uchiha."
Speechless, students watched in silent sympathy as Sasuke dashed out of Chemistry.
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He was crying.
He was running and he was crying.
He was different.
He would never be like everyone else. They all had real, loving families. They had someone to love and be loved by. They had all these great things going on in their lives and Sasuke...
Sasuke had nothing. As Orochimaru put it... he was useless, worthless, and should be dead.
The teen had run all the way back to the Uzumaki household— it didn't feel like home anymore. He snuck up to the room given to him, somehow managing to dodge coming in contact with any members or employees of the household. They would know something was wrong with him and want to know what. Currently, the Uchiha was not in the mood for more questioning.
After stepping into his room and silently closing the bedroom door behind him, Sasuke observed his new belongings in a whole new light. He'd been grateful when these things had been given to him as house warming presents though, embarrassingly, he had to admit that he had not idea how to work many of the electronic gifts. It had been Naruto who had helped him set up the laptop that sat on the nightstand beside his bed and program the cell phone that he honestly had no use for. Either way, Sasuke had accepted all of these great offerings because the people who had done this for him had did it out of the kindness of their hearts, not because they felt they needed to.
The last "family" he'd been with, before he was sent to the orphanage, had been anything but nice. They weren't abusive, physically. Though, honestly, Sasuke would have taken sticks and stones being thrown at him than their words. He'd stayed with them a little under a month before running away. It had been Jiraiya, Tsunade's husband, whom had found him asleep down by the beach a week later. He'd stayed with the couple for a couple of days before it was suggested that Sasuke be sent to the orphanage. Tsunade and Jiraiya were not financially stabled enough to take care of a child, plus with Tsunade working at the orphanage she would be able to keep track of the young Uchiha. That was the only reason why he agreed to go.
Sasuke looked around the room, his heart aching. A tattered bag that stood out among its new surrounds sat on the floor besides the bed. He had not bothered to move it since he'd first stepped foot in here.
Sitting on the bed, he snatched the bag up off the floor, hugging it close to his heart. His mother had sewn it for him for his first day of school. She was sorry that she could not have gotten him the name-brad one at the store that he wanted so much but her's was just as good— it had that special mother's touch.
Sasuke frowned, feeling tears starting to flow from his eyes. He should have died along with the rest of him family so many years ago!
Why had he been spared?
"Foolish Sasuke... it would be a waste to kill you. I'll let you live but for how long is up to you. It'll be fun, watching you cling to your pathetic life now. How long do you'll think you'll last, alone?"
"This isn't very fun if you're going to give up so soon, Uchiha. It's only been a week. You can take it a bit longer, I'm sure."
"You thought you could hide from me? Ha! Foolish little Uchiha. I'm always in watching distance of you. Remember that."
"You're coming home with me."
"What are you, stupid? Can't you ever do anything right?"
"He's lying. He's making that all up to make me look bad."
"If you really loved your family, you'll do as I say..."
"You're more trouble than I bargained for."
"I should have just killed you."
"Your existence is useless here."
Falling onto his side, he curled his shaking body around the bag. He missed his mom, and his dad, and his brother.
He couldn't stay any longer. Sasuke didn't belong here.
At that moment a broken Uchiha Sasuke decided that he was going back home; to join his family.
I know, poor Sasuke, right? Well, please review and tell me what'cha think. See ya next chap! :)