Title- Story of my Life
Chapter 10- The Notebook
AN- Yeah, I'm still not grounded! -cheers- Hey, I volunteered at this old people's place last Sat. That specializes in dementia and memory loss. Anyway, this little cute old lady walked up to me, and said with a totally serious voice, "I think I've decided. I'm going to throw it to the bottom of the sea." I could barely keep from laughing. Me: Really? Are you sure? Her: -still serious- Well, I've thought long and hard, and I'm gonna throw it to the bottom of the sea.
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I love those old peeps!
To all my reviewers that I did not answer: Ruby Love, Little Fox Kit, Lady of Gryffindor, potpourrigrl, Kyuubi-kun, averaye
emu- I can't see the link!!! cries Can you email it to me? I'm Stank you forever if you do!!!! (Stank you is my way of saying thank you. ;; Just so you know I wasn't saying "shank you" or sumthing like that...)
KhaosFlamez- Haven't quite decided...I think maybe a little of one or the other, but we'll see.b
Anime-Boi-Crazy- Sorry, you're gonna have to linger between life and the afterlife for awhile then...answers won't come for a couple more chapters.
Yaoilover S- I tried not to make it too predictable...-sweatdrop- I'm glad there's mystery and not total predictability.
CitrusPeach- I almost died. Almost. Being on Yearbook Staff saved my life. -thinks- Hey, I should make a pin like that...haha, I'd bring in more suckers to torture! Don't ever say that Yearbook is easy...especially if you're an editor...you have to be both a sadist and a masochist...
xxSNOWxxDROPxx- Yeah...I couldn't have the prisoners seeing his picture or what prison they took him to! It would ruin everything...
Smoking Panda- I'm writing more right now!
Vibribi the Crack Bunny- ...-bows head in defeat- GAH! It was predictable...I tried so hard...yeah, I know that I'm way off on the prison system. I looked back at it, and I was like, "WTF, what kind of a prison am I describing?!?!?!?" And yeah, Naruto should be a lot buffer, but he doesn't need to be for what he did in the gang; it would have been a dead give-away for him. And I have my reasons why Sasuke is in there. Very strange reasons, but reasons.
TenshiKaitou- Oh, don't worry about it! -bows- I'm just honored to have someone that actually apologizes for not reviewing. It's nice!
quaebah- haha, yeah, those cliffhangers really get you at the end! -evil grin-
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I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it
means. What I want and what I fear.
- Joan Didion
I have never thought of writing for reputation and honor. What I have in my heart must come out; that is the reason why I compose.
- Ludwig van Beethoven
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Naruto ignored every other inhabitant of the prison for the rest of the day, snarling at everyone who tried to talk to him. He refused his dinner, and at the first chance he got went straight to his cell. At every chance he got, he glared furiously at Sasuke, who was beginning to feel a bit guilty about the whole ordeal.
His dark-haired cellmate was now determined to read that notebook, to see what the secret was about the seemingly cheerful blonde. So, late at night, after the blonde had falled into a deep sleep, Sasuke snuck quietly over to the other side of the cell, gently pulled the notebook from its new hiding spot (above the dresser, very secretive), and opened it.
A soft glow met his curious eyes, and his mouth hung open in shock. So this is why the pages looked blank in the daylight, and why his cellmate had asked for a special pen from Kakashi...
There, covering pages and pages as he flipped through the notebook, was glow-in-the-dark writing. So much of it filled the pages that Sasuke could barely concentrate on the writing. He ignored the writing and turned to the newspaper clippings.
"Massacre on Third Street Raises Questions"
"Third Street Orphan Gone Missing"
"Three Boys, Found Dead in Alley"
"Suspected Gang Murders"
"Five People, Slaughtered in Hotel"
"Bizarre Murders Remain Unsolved"
"Gang Caught in Action"
"Boy, Fifteen, Sentenced to Death Penalty"
"Woman, Twenty, Beaten to Death in a Bar"
"Uzumaki Strikes Again"
Over and over, the headlines repeated the same thing- one or a great amount of people had been killed in strange places, with mysterious clues popping up. All remained unsolved, and all had been taken over by the GAEO, a secretive organization paid by the government and was rumored to be working in concordance with the CIA.
The blonde had highlighted some parts of the articles, but Sasuke could make no sense out of them. Setting the articles aside, he began to read parts of the notebook.
November 28-
Chimera's gettin' along with everyone great! Him 'n Vamp are good friends! But I hope they stay safe. Those damn Kamps are getting closer and closer to us everyday. I'm afraid for everyone's safety. We had Faerie hack into the main database of the so-called "Guards", and we couldn't believe what they were gonna do! Siren says we need to send someone in, but discreetly. The problem is, we don't even know where it is!
April 13-
Siren is totally beating himself up over all this. Faerie is trying to be nice, but it doesn't help. I need to kill, to see someone else's blood spill for what they've done. I'm too weak to fight them now- I've trained too long to stop now for revenge. But I will have my revenge. I'll never let them get away with this. I should have been more careful...I don't care what Siren says, this was all my fault. I caused this. But they are the ones that did it.
I'll never forgive those bastards.
April 17-
Siren's gone.
He flipped to the front of the book and read again. This time the writing was in a childish, clumsy scrawl
January 23,
Those funy people came again today. I want too now who they are. They asked Sister Mary about me again- I can tell becuz she keps looking over at me. I wonder why she looks so nervus.
Saiku tok my ball! Sister Suzane made him giv it bak, thogh. She's so nice! Not like all thos meenies from the other orfanages. Sister Claire is giving me riting lessons. She says I'm lerning real fast!
Sasuke closed the notebook and sighed. On the whole, he had learned very little about the boy's past. The articles the blonde kept also had nothing in common with each other or himself, other than they were all taken over by the GAEO. About to put the notebook back where he had found it, Sasuke saw a scrap of paper floating to the ground. He picked it up, and studied it curiously.
They all connect. Look for the sign.
At the bottom of the page was a careful sketch of an hourglass. Grabbing the articles, Sasuke stared at the pictures, scrutinizing the pages. Then he saw one. Then another, and another. They were small, but they were there.
Tagged on the bloody wall of the orphanage.
Scratched into the wood bar stool.
Carved into a young boy's right arm.
An almost unintelligible twist of metal beams.
Slice marks in a leather seat.
Sketched on a napkin.
Shaped with twigs.
'But what does this have to do with him?' Sasuke thought, frustrated. 'Sure, they're all linked, but what does that have to do with anything?' Flipping through the articles, he saw something that didn't look like a newspaper clipping, but a print-out from a computer, crumpled with crease lines all over it. Parts of it were circled.
Shubaka-sama,
It's almost time. We have slowly been attempting to wipe them out, but the Demons continue to interfere. We have finally created an idea to put them all in one place, where we can effectively kill them all without raising anyone's suspicions. It will be simple enough, and easy enough to fool them all. Even the workers will have no idea that they, too, are being targeted. We must not be found out. The Demons must never receive word about this prison.
GAEO has been researching the DNA of the beings in question, and we are beginning to consider the idea of not putting them out of their miserable existence, but mind-wiping them and creating an army out of them. With their skills, we could rule over any land that we desired.
Please respond immediately. We await your reply.
Prison?!?!
Sasuke was suddenly stricken with fear. Was it possible that someone knew his secret? That it all had been a set-up? That they knew he didn't do it? But no...he shook his head and scoffed at the idea of it all. He had never seen any other inmates do anything strange.
For Sasuke has a secret.
He can do things others can't.
As a child, it was widely accepted in his family that his gift was just passed down from generation to generation, and that it was normal. For it was known, at least in their clan, that all Uchihas could read minds and create hallucinations.
Of course, his brother had used his powers for a more evil turn, and for some reason the Uchiha Prodigy, as they had called him, killed their entire family, then left their guards with the images that Sasuke (then a nine-year-old) had murdered them. It seemed that no one even remembered his brother's existence, as they told him he was the only son of the patriarch of the Uchiha clan.
He had been eleven when he was first in prison.
Of course, he really didn't do it...but what did they know? And what could he tell them? 'Oh, my brother put hallucinations on you. Oh yeah, it's quite normal in my family. Yeah, I can do it too. Do you want me to read your mind?'
Thank you, but no. He didn't want to be treated like a animal in the zoo, continually being observed and tested. So instead he had become quiet, sullen, and apathetic, and lived his life being feared by one and all. After all, it's not like he had anyone visiting him, sending him magazines, or even anyone waiting for him on the outside world. He didn't care.
And that was about the time he began to draw.
At first, it was just simple sketches. But then they became deeper, and full of emotion. It seemed to be his only way to channel his energy. So he sketched pictures of his hated brother, scratching his pencil deep into the paper. With each picture, after each day, his brother went from the slightly avoidable man that would go to the police and explain patiently that it was his fault and to let his innocent brother out of jail; to a cold-eyed murderer, shading around his upraised hands to represent the blood of innocents, a broken crucific in one bloodied hand and a family picture with everyone but himself and Sasuke torn out in the other.
When he was transported to the Max. Prison he had found more strange people to sketch. But it wasn't until Naruto arrived did he begin to long for the moment that he would have his pencil and paper in hand. Little did the blonde know that when he was laughing at Shikamaru from across the hall, Sasuke would quickly capture his soft grin and bright eyes, with his golden hair tousled and dust mites floating around like golden dust. He even captured the deep longing and hidden pain in the loud teenager's eyes when he had thought no one was looking.
Sasuke quietly and quickly put the notebook, articles, and print out back where he had found them, his heart racing. To think someone might know his secret! But still, it was only the blonde...and he hadn't turned out to be extremely bright.
After all, how smart could the kid be?
