Orange Day

Sasuke knew Hell was repetitive, and that it would shape its appearance and perspective to fit anyone who dared enter the eternal abyss. It was true. Think of a world where your (literal) worst nightmares, fears, and hesitations became real, and where you were constantly surrounded by the people you hate. It would never get better. And the poor human soul that was confined to this place would live on false hope. There is no God in Hell, not even the Devil is a God in Hell. It is full of many dark tunnels and mazes. It is full with pits, and deformed humans and demons that reach out to you. It's really a sad place after all. Because the ones that live there are not praying to a God; they are praying to themselves.

Sasuke ran these thoughts through his head over and over again. His face was tremendously close to Naruto's. His face was sweating with anger, his eyes were squinted and bloodshot, and still had a gorilla grip on blonde haired boy's shirt.

"Damn you...damn you....damn you Naruto..."

Sasuke lifted his fist, and punched Naruto on the jaw, making him disperse a fair amount of blood. The Uchiha threw him roughly to the ground, stepping on his chest and crunching it, squishing it like a roach, making it part of the earth. Killing it. Sasuke wasn't much satisfied with his play, so he kicked Naruto hard in the chest relieving him of the grip he had on that root, forcing him on his feet.

"Get up, you scumbag, fight me."

Naruto eyed Sasuke tiredly, almost sad, almost sorry for what he did. But Naruto wasn't sorry, and he wasn't a roach to be killed or squished. He thought of what his parents -wherever they are- would think of him if they saw him lying pathetically on the ground like this. He wouldn't let them see him like this. The year's biggest dropout slowly pulled himself up, rubbing his jaw at the same time, licking up all his lost blood. It tasted salty on his tongue. He wondered what Sasuke's blood tasted like. Was it different? He was from a lost clan, after all; everyone knew that. So was his blood the same? Or was it entirely different? Naruto thought he was different from Sasuke,but were they really that different? Naruto didn't have to wait; he was already charging up to Sasuke.

"AAAARRRGH!!"

Sasuke had easily blocked Naruto's punch with his left hand,though hewas right handed.

"Dumbass, I don't even need to practice to beat a dick like you," said Sasuke, carefully twisting Naruto's arm back, then kneeing him hard in the ribs. This caused Naruto to make a slight gurgling sound, and it sent him back to the ground, making him blind where he started.

"I'm not a bug, Sasuke!!!"

Naruto forced himself off the ground. He was not going to loose against Sasuke. He had something to fight for, he was not going to let pretty-boy Sasuke win everything. This time he was going to atone for everyone's mock-hate.Shikamaru and the others watched the fight in fearful respect, there arms poised at there sides, as if in silent salute.

"Of course you are, moron."

Sasuke slowly walked up to Naruto and smiled. He threw himself in back of Naruto'slind spot with amazing speed, and tripped him, sending him back to the ground for the third consecutive time. Naruto hit his head on the ground, sending a hollow shock through his entire body.

"You piece of shit", said Sasuke. He looked down at Naruto. A sudden feeling of grief got him. He noticed that Naruto looked just him, and was in that same pose...when his...parents were killed. Naruto was trembling like mad, and couldn't control it. He was also sweating, wet tears escaping his face, accompanied by small sobs of anger. Naruto was like him. He was exactly like this boy he stood before. Sasuke knew that feeling of in-superiority. The black-haired boy turned away and ran. Ran like that night, so many years ago.

"Damn you...Naruto...damn...you....", said Sasuke as he ran through the forest.

Naruto stood up, ready to kick Sasuke in the face, but decided not to( couldn't find him..), and headed home through the woods with his head down.

Sasuke still sat there, in his favorite tree, not even bothering to wipe his face.

"I...am weak.... because...I..cannot..hate...?"

That makes no sence.

Sasuke didn't really believe the words he just said.

He gathered himself up, and took a different path through the woods. He was heading home, it was getting late anyways. Maybe today and the blond "girl" would fade away from his memory, and stay at the back of his mind. Of course it wouldn't happen, he was internally cursed, like the demon inside Naruto, they were both internally cursed. It didn't matter, Naruto really wasn't like him in a way. Sasuke is strong. Naruto is a scumbag. Those are two different things...right?

He couldn't believe the things he was saying.

Sasuke, don't show any remorse for that idiot, get off your butt, and go home.

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Naruto walked home to his empty house. He wouldn't get scolded by coming in late, no one lived with him.

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Sasuke walked home to his lonely house. He had no one waiting for him either. He'd told everyone he had parents. Self-deception always helps. If they believed it, he believed it.

He tucked himself in, and turned out the lights. Wait...what was that red glowing in the windowsill?

A tall man with identical features to Sasuke stepped into the dark room. The only difference were two long scars (wrinkles maybe?) running down the side of his face. It wasn't Naruto....

"I..Itachi??!!", screamed Sasuke. A sudden rage was boiling up inside him.

The figure didn't smile, but moved closer, a desendant from Hell. The monster that holds the door that separates it. Itachi closed his mouth, and his red eyes shown out from the shadows.

Arigato to understar for beta reading the first half of the fic...

I won't be dealing with Sasuke for much longer, I just needed to set the story atmosphere, so don't worry, I just have to get his character clear.

Thanks for reading! remember R&R!!!