Leave me Alone

Something was up with Sakun and it was driving me mad. Not a single day went by without this annoying pink-haired weirdo poking into my business. And this was not always the case, I would've realised sooner otherwise. Get out of the dorm in the morning, there he was. Following me all day until night time. Not even Naruto was this persistent to spend time together.

Weekends were even worse. Neither of us tended to go anywhere and there were no lessons, so he'd just hop around and ask questions or talk about idiotic things. Telling him to back off (in various ways) was just as useless as his presence. He'd get that upset look in his eyes and frown, but then smile and continue bugging me. It was utterly distracting from any thinking, and nonsensical of him to behave like this. That guy was always weird but his sudden outburst of enthusiasm towards spending his days like this was absolutely horrific. Add air-head Naruto to the mixture and you get a never ending blabber and pushing and arguments.

Giving it a thought, it wasn't hard to realise the day it started. Right after opening the door I've noticed that someone was standing in front of it, waiting for me. This was not that unusual, when Naruto had morning duties or couldn't sleep he'd come over. But this guy was not blond and obnoxious. He was pink-haired and obnoxious. Not dwelling too much on the new occurrence I was ignorant enough to think it's just a one-time visit, that he has a problem or wants something. Then he'll go away and never bother me like this again. How wrong.

At one point, I had more than enough and decided to confront Sakun straight-on. Apparently telling someone to 'go away' several times a day does not make them go away. What really got on my nerves about this task was that I didn't even had a chance to physically charge up to him and confront him, because he was always ALREADY THERE anyway. It was still up to me to choose the location for this. So when we were on our way back to the dorms in the evening I stopped and crossed my arms.

''What's wrong? Are you alright?'' he asked innocently.

I shook my head ''Sakun, this really has to stop now. I'm fed up with you following me everywhere.''

He did the 'sad-eyes-to-gentle-smile' thing again ''I just wanted to get to know you better. I've realised that we don't know each other at all and it's just strange, don't you think?''

''No. There is absolutely no point for you to know me better'' I replied, trying to keep my tone neutral and not sound angry. But in all honesty he was just impossible. For some reason he decided to force a close friendship in the most insane way.

''Maybe my approach was a bit wrong'' he admitted ''but there's just no other way with you. You won't tell me anything so I thought I might just hang around and stuff.''

His entire stupid face started to match his hair colour. So he was embarrassed. Which meant he was trying really hard to get any attention. Again, weird.

''Tell me what is it that you want to know then'' I gave up. This was probably the only way to reclaim some privacy, by giving up on it first. Strangely metaphorical.

His big eyes got wide with excitement, making him look like a five year old. In general, there was something odd about Sakun. He never quite fit with the rest of us. Other than being short and extremely slender, his face was very much boyish. Not manly, just like a child. It was dead obvious that at times he was trying to act like the rest of the guys. For example, he'd wait for everyone to sit down so he can observe how everyone done it and then he'd repeat exactly. He was also really bright and colourful. From the pink hair to ivory skin and ending on green eyes, everything was like pastels. And the only reason I knew this is because my mother used pastels to draw nature, mostly birds. And us, her family that is. Or was. Since we were no longer.

Sakun placed index finger on his chin and pretended to 'think about it.' It was evident he was well aware of what he wants to know.

''What's your plan for the future?'' he shot.

''Oh, don't you want to know what's my favourite colour first?'' I mocked him and then paused. My plan for the future was very detailed and specific, something no one should ever find out about. Not even this guy. Lying was still an option, but that'd be insulting to both parties.

It wasn't safe to assume he doesn't know about the Uchiha Massacre. Someone probably told him everything already. He'd connect the dots and realise that my intention is to kill Itachi. So that means giving him basics of the plan and securing any important details would be most beneficial.

He was waiting patiently for me to answer. No nagging or pushing. Just pure interest on his side.

I placed my hands in the trousers pockets and concentrated on my shoes. They were all muddy and slightly damp from cutting through the fields.

''It's an Uchiha tradition to be the Knight and serve the Royal Family, so I will be receiving that title. From there on I plan to use my status to eliminate a certain individual-''

''-your brother?'' he cut me off. I immediately looked him straight in the eye, shocked that he'd know and say it with such a tone. Like he was terrified of the possibility of this happening.

I breathed a 'yeah' and continued walking. Naturally, he was behind trying to catch up with his short legs. Probably constructing the next phrase carefully. Not sure whether I'm ready to hear and react to it, I sped up. He'd have to run to match me. No need to turn around to see if he's still there. Ignoring and avoiding was the best option for the time. But the thing about Sakun is he wouldn't just forget and give up. He was anything but stupid.

Suddenly, something tugged at my hand and pulled it out of the pocket. I turned around and there he was, his face red and upset.

''I wasn't done yet'' he declared. Amazing how he consciously chose to ignore the body language of someone quickly walking away. Not that it wasn't expected.

''What is it to you, anyway?'' I asked him angrily, in a low voice. There was no reason to shout. It would only bring the unwanted attention from other students. ''Quit stalking me, once and for all.''

He seemed offended at the statement ''I wasn't stalking you; I just wanted to make sure you're okay and not all alone with horrible thoughts.''

Horrible thoughts? What the hell did he even mean by that? As if out of all people, he got to judge whether someone's thoughts were horrible. It's a subjective thing and his stupid worry irritated me.

I pulled away and turned on my heel ''we are done here.''

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The next morning he did not show up at my threshold. At breakfast, he sat as he usually would with the rest of our group and argued with Kiba over something again. That was another thing that's changed massively last year. Kiba used to taunt and bully Sakun, because of his 'lack of masculinity'. Where there was a chance Naruto or I would stop Kiba, so he started doing it when we were not around. It wasn't that bad anyway. Nothing that wouldn't build character, perhaps. Then suddenly after months Kiba approached us and said that Sakun's birthday is coming. Naruto told him to go and get the 'birthday boy' and that's how he joined our group.

He seemed more open and content ever since. Even when we were in the library studying, he'd sometimes hum to himself or leave early because someone called him over.

And of course, there was the girl, Yamanaka Ino. He talked about her a lot. He'd also make me and Naruto meet up with her occasionally. The only reason I went was to either avoid responsibilities and tasks Kakashi would definitely put on me or to meet up with few associates who were gathering information about Itachi. But Ino's presence was always sickening. She was exactly like every other girl peer I've encountered: annoying. Even more so than guys at school, at least they never stared at me like hungry psychos. Or tried to 'accidentally' touch me and invade my personal space. One time, Ino had the indecency to ask if she can 'feel my hair'.

Another time, Naruto thought it'd be a good idea to bring that Hinata girl. It was a terrible idea and I won't even get into details. There's no need to do that. Friends are the worst.

I got a few sandwiches and tea, and joined the others to breakfast. Sakun stopped eating to look at me. He still seemed affected by whatever it was that happened the night before. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it, shook his head and turned back to Kiba. That was very impressive. It meant that for once my wish came true. Even if it was for a short while.

The day passed without any unnecessary disturbances. Not even Naruto. Although he was chosen for the head boy again and had the next few weeks busy with planning and organising. Sakun, as the vice, probably had to be in them too. Sometimes prefects had to help as well, which was a minus of being one.

Next day: nothing again. It seemed weird, almost uncanny. Being left alone to my thoughts again has proven that they were pretty horrible. Constantly planning and playing out a murder in one's head is horrible. So is seeing your family slaughtered. That pinkie was right; his presence did help a little. But not to exaggerate, I appreciate my time alone. Being around and interacting with others is tiring.

I thought I'd go and study, that always helped keeping my mind off things. Just a few hours in the library and the day would be over. Then it's just sleep time. Sleeping used to be an unpleasant experience, back when I was a child. After the incident, my mind couldn't think of anything else but the goddamn scenario. And it was replayed countless times in my head, especially in the dreams. Because those can't be controlled. As years passed by, so did the nightmares. Not entirely, but it wasn't as intense.

'The Library will be closed until the end of this week. Sorry for the inconvenience' said the sign on the door. Extremely and unnecessarily rude.

The only left thing to do was to find and bully Naruto. He was not in his room, Kakashi's office, or even the kitchen. So the last place to go to was Sakun's room.

I knocked and entered, being used to coming there all the time. I've only managed to locate one human being, lying down in his bed with a thick book under his chin. He lifted his eyebrows in a curious manner when he saw me.

''Where's Naruto?'' I asked. Not there clearly, but by asking I answered any of his questions about me suddenly appearing there.

''Romancing Hinata'' he yawned and sat up, ''is he needed anywhere?''

I fully entered his room and closed the door behind me, ''the library's closed'' I admitted.

He must've understood what I meant, because he just nodded his head and motioned me to sit down.

''Don't you think our team's super lucky? We all have separate rooms. I mean, Shikamaru has to share with Chouji and two other guys from lower year.''

Small talk was on my list of most hated things that exist. How can people even properly engage to it, if it's not about anything interesting in particular?

I responded to Sakun with a 'hn'.

He took a deep breath in and out. This meant he was preparing to say something.

''Listen, Sasuke'' he started, looking straight at me but his hand was fidgeting with the straw hat ''I'm sorry for too eagerly spending time with you. I guess I'd equally detest if someone was doing that to me. I've never thought about it. Not carefully at least. It's just that…I don't know, I'm scared that one day I'll lose everyone and everything, especially you for some reason. Please don't hate me, which you probably do. In all fairness, I wouldn't even be sitting there if I were you.''

He sounded so hopeless. And that speech was pathetic. As if I was that important in his life. He had his dad, which I knew nothing about. Then there was Naruto, the girl, our gang, Kakashi…loads of people actually.

He also thought I hated him. That was untrue. Out of all the hateful things in the world, he was very impossible to hate.

''You're such a girl'' I said to him, which from me, might've been more of an insult than anything. But it wasn't.

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a/n: I actually enjoyed writing from Sasuke's POV because it was very challenging. Whereas with Sakura I get to use more personalised language and feelings (and the fabulous inner Sakura), with Sasuke I took more of a factual approach. He doesn't pay that much attention to his surroundings, he rarely talks and tries to avoid dialogue and social situations.

Also, if anyone actually reads these things and finds them interesting, I think it'll be cool to have this Sasuke/Sakura development comparison, because with her I can't do much within each chapter and when moving onto the next one, because essentially time skip is too short. But if Sasuke's POV appears once in a few chapters, the changes and how he's developing will be more apparent.

I'm not too satisfied with how the chapter turned out overall, but I promised to update once a fortnight (which is already pretty bad as it used to be every Friday) so here it is.

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Next Chapter: Even more so full of secrets (back to Sakura, yay)

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