I'm Not Okay
A Joint-Fic By Hitokiri-Kitsune and XeroKitty
A/N: Finally, an update! I got really depressed, and oddly inspired...o-O So, here you go. Sorry it's so short― my muse quit halfway through it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed― THIS IS FOR YOU! x3 –kisses-
.Chapter 3.
"Fuck."
That's all that he can say, staring at his bleeding hand with some form of fascination. "Fuck," Naruto echoes, raising both eyebrows in surprise. Plucking the black slivers gently from his palm, Sasuke gazes at the other. It's not his fault. It's yours. Stop being stupid. Silently, he nods a bit, gliding out of the room as quickly as he can manage. And then he's back in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, seeing all the little orange bottles, and their neat labels, take once a day.
It's a little complicated.
Smiling grimly, the Uchiha digs slowly through the bottom cabinets, unfocused. Don't do that. It's not normal. Biting his lower lip roughly, he finally retrieves the first aid kit, setting it aside. He can't stop looking. The color reminds him of so many things― everything from the eyes that watched him to the red staining what was once a white fan. Shaking his head, he rinses away the blood, watching the pink water slowly flow down the drain.
He likes the color.
Again he thinks of the little pills nestled together, and how easy it would be to take them. A sense of power seeps into him, much like the crimson that soaks his palm. He can down one too many, make it look like an accident. Do the world a favor. TAKE ONCE A DAY. Naruto would probably find him. Would he cry? Cry for poor, crazy, dead Sasuke? He considers this― It's so easy. This could be the cure. Clenching his teeth, he shakes his head. Not today.
There is still unfinished business.
Wrapping up his palm, he puts the medicinal supplies away and stalks back into the kitchen, finding Naruto studying him. He says nothing, sitting down on the opposite side. He regards the fox boy calmly, as though nothing had happened. Those little bottles, suicide notes, and the pretty color are put aside now. Not today. The skin beneath the bandages stings, and his hand twitches slightly. Help me. Naruto is watching him intensely, waiting for something. Sasuke looks up and discovers that same look, the one with the something he can never identify.
Just watching him. Not saying a single word. He's changed so much, the Uchiha thinks. Naruto is supposed to be loud, funny, bright. The only thing he is now is lost, he's like you. We're not the same. Don't look to me. I can't help you. The fox boy sips at his tea, and then sets it aside, giving the dark-haired boy a saddened look. "Not one for conversation, huh?" he jokes softly, stomach in knots. Tension builds in the little space between them, you can taste it, can't you, almost tangible.
Sasuke coughs lightly.
"What do you mean?"
He knows exactly what he means. Naruto seems to know it too, because he remains completely still, waiting for an answer. For anything that his old friend can give him. When Sasuke does nothing, he buries his head in his hands. A sign of weakness― of defeat. "Sasuke," he tries again, "What happened to you?" Back at square one. He glances over at the open photo album, where the clean white square stands stark against the sickly yellow of age. Swallowing hard, he looks back at the other.
"You wanted to know about that picture?"
This is a last resort.
Sasuke can tell, and Naruto knows he's not winning...whatever this is. Lifting his head a bit, he stares at Sasuke with dead eyes. "I have it." The Uchiha watches him fidget, you're enjoying this. You're sick. He is enjoying it, too much in fact. It's as if he blames the fox boy for all this, and is finally getting revenge. For what? What has he done to you? The blonde continues, ignoring the silence that follows. "Do you remember that day, when we fell asleep? Wasn't it nice?" he asks softly. Your hands are trembling. Sadist. Sadist. Sadist.
Sasuke feels sick.
Naruto feels empty.
Between the two of them, there isn't much left for improvement. Feeling a little remorseful, the Uchiha sighs. "Yeah, and Kakashi took a picture," he offers, though not much else. The vulpine boy brightens just a little, and nods. "Yeah." Standing, he gives his old friend a final look, as though daring Sasuke to stop him. He doesn't. Sadist. Sadist. Sadist. Mumbling quick thanks for the tea, he leaves the silence of the apartment, accepting that he cannot win this. Not this time. Watching him leave, Sasuke turns, gazing across the room. The photo album sat atop the coffee table.
And it looks like a lifeline.
END!
Chapter 3 done! WHOOO! x3 GO MEH! Luffles all! –dances and runs away-
-Hitokiri-Kitsune