Too lazy to say something lame, so I'll say something really lame. I don't own Naruto. Shocking!
A/N: I just watched American History X on IFC again, and I'm all like, I wanna see it again. It's such a good movie. It's like an addiction for me. The annoying thing was my mom called to check on me during this incredibly sad moment at the end and I was all like, "You have fucking horrible timing!" I didn't say that though, I just thought it inside my head. And now for a completely unrelated topic. Tonight was the Latin banquet at my school, and my friend Will had the most awesome costume in the world! He was definitely wearing a leather shirt...with a zipper up the back! Please everyone, congratulate him inside your heads, even though you don't know him. Thank you. With all this said, I must inform you that I am not entirely hapy with this chapter. It seems rather choppy to me. Oh well. For now, I'll just continue with the story. Like I said, I'll thank in the next chapter...no time.
But Home Is Nowhere...: Open Fire On My Bloody Heart
Naruto looked up from his Algebra and practically moaned. It was eleven forty five, and he still wasn't any closer to being done with his homework. He still had to finish his math, his Physics, his History and his Creative Writing homework. Sasuke had fished an hour ago, and was busy reading one of the blonde's many trashy novels. It was quite amusing to listen to Sasuke as he made his way through the pages of Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite. That was a novel that no one under seventeen should be allowed to own, but he'd read it four times. (1)
"How the hell did you finish your work so fast?" he whined, and Sasuke looked up at him, his eyes exhausted.
"This book is fucking Psychotic!"
Naruto smiled. "Yeah, I know. Which part are you at?"
Sasuke looked down at the page with a shutter. "They've just cut open the homeless kid."
"Oh yes, a very disturbing scene, but not the most disturbing, by far. Wait 'till the end." Sasuke shuttered again. He hadn't even thought to actually answer Naruto's original question. The stupid book was frying his brain, requiring every bit of attention he had, and presenting him with ideas that made him desperately want to quit reading, but that sucked him so far in that he couldn't bear to stop. Naruto smiled. He knew the feeling. He'd been the same way when he first read the book.
When Sasuke finally finished the last incredible sentence of Naruto's terrifying book, he looked over at the clock. It read one fifteen a.m. He groaned and looked over at Naruto. The blonde was furiously scribbling away on a piece of notebook paper, constantly crossing things out and erasing, his pencil smudging across his hand. Sasuke wanted to know what he was writing. "What is that?"
Naruto looked up. "Creative Writing assignment. You finish the book?"
"Yeah. Definitely disturbing." He smiled. "Can I read your poem?"
Naruto looked down at his paper, looking over the words a few times, trying to decide if it was done or not. After a couple minutes, and a few corrections, he handed the paper to Sasuke. The boy took it, and read silently.
Explicit Version
High on emotion
Scream the heat
The world slows to a pace of death
Slowly the body melts
The stench
The decay
The flesh rots away
Nothing fails to shock
It's gross in its own way
There's nothing to call it
All it is
Is all it was
And all it will ever be
Nothing but the faded denim and black makeup
Sasuke looked up at Naruto, a half smile on his face. "I like it." He handed the paper back to Naruto, who smiled and took it happily.
"Thanks. I don't really know where it came from, but you know..."
"Yeah. That's usually how my poetry turns out too. Completely random. But hey, what poetry isn't random, right?"
Naruto nodded and looked at the clock. It was officially way too late to be up on a school night. "We should go to bed. What time do you need to get up in the morning if we leave at seven fifteen?"
Sasuke thought for a moment. "Six thirty." Naruto nodded and turned on the alarm. They packed all of their books back into their backpacks, and after a fifteen minute debate about who should sleep in the bed, each insisting it was the other's right, decided there was enough room to share. And so, at two o'clock in the morning, Naruto turned off the lights, and the two boys commenced sleeping.
TBC...
A/N: Okay, I was planning on having this chapter be posted on a different day than chapter fourteen, but then it turned into the shortest chapter so far, and I thought I should just go ahead and post it. I was going to make it longer, but this just seemed like a stopping place, and so I stopped, effectively turning this chapter into pointless Poppy Z. Brite promotion. Oh well. I promise to update soon, and whether this is good or bad, I'll probably have Sasuke's poem from Creative writing class in on of the next few chapters, so, be prepared, I guess... Thanks for reading.
ISAN
1. This statement is very true. This book is indeed quite terrifyingly intense, but I absolutely love it! I love practically everything by Poppy Z. Brite. As for the next paragraphs, I first read this book on a Sunday night, and I didn't go to bed. I finished it and then got ready for school. It was not a good day that Monday, but it was like I couldn't put the book down until I finished.