Warning(s): YAOI-RELATED-SCENES, language, and anger problems. Oh and a PMSing Gaa-chan. That's something to look out for.
Disclaimer: I own my ideas, not the characters.
Author Note: It's about time I got around to these author notes. I was just actually working on chapter three of this story when I got two wonderful additions to my review board for SoR, so I shall write both at once! Enjoy the chapter!
By W.V1x3
This.Is.A.Tearjerker.Crying.Now.For.Him.
Two.Leaving.Letting.Lusting.
One problem with certain guests: they won't fucking leave you alone once you've introduced and acquainted yourself with them. I mean it's only natural to sit down at the table once your host or hostess has seated you; you don't just get back up and follow them back to the front. That's just not right. It's against the rules, godsdammit.
Yet that one guy is tailing me like he has a reason to do so. Makes the nice in me angry. I would even, at this point, accept the company of an Uchiha. Now that's somehow hard to believe, I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Which is why I'm hiding right now. I've always liked this little side closet, just off the main stage area. I'm not claustrophobic, I'm not afraid of the dark, but I am deathly afraid of heights. Leave the backstage jobs to the backstage people.
The darkness of the closet wasn't the problem; it was the silence. When it was too quiet, I had the tendency to break it by either coughing, or making some sort of noise. Mostly I'd just play some old metal CDs I thieved from some other people, the hermaphrodite, Naruto, and the Uchiha family included. But right now, this type of silence wouldn't fade away, and all I could hear was my own short breaths.
Footsteps passed outside the small, enclosed room. After a bit, some more footsteps passed by, going in the opposite direction. In the back of my mind, I had the odd sensation that I was being stalked. Now honestly I've never had that feeling, so I wasn't completely sure. There wasn't really anywhere for me to go where I could be stalked easily. Besides, who'd want to stalk me? All of the interesting stuff happens in my head; actions never did express me well.
After a while I found myself drifting off to sleep. Sleep! Yes, just what I need, though I'm sure tonight I'll be getting plenty of it. Insert completely annoyed face here. Like I said, we don't get audiences when it rains, and right now, that damn rain won't stop pouring. As a result of the weather, I don't work. As a result of not working, I get more free time (and no pocket money, sadly).
Free time wasn't as wonderful as it may sound, mind you. If I had free time, everyone pretty much had free time, which meant if I wanted to take a walk around the theatre, I'd see quite a lot of familiar faces. Work kept me occupied. Without it, I was…well, lost.
So now, for lack of a better explanation, I was asleep. How can you be asleep and think at the same time? Usually you'd fade…fade…fade away, consciousness lost to the world. But I'm not. I'm asleep and I still think. Call it a gift, but I call it a freakin' nightmare. Who wants to think when they're asleep! Certainly not people in the right of mind.
I'm awakened when a bright light hits my closed eyelids, causing them to snap open. Unfortunately for me, I'm met with the last person I want to see. Okay, second last.
…Third last.
His obsidian eyes mock me almost. "Would you like to come out of the closet now, dearest?"
What I wouldn't give to rip his fucking eyelashes off one by one right now is very little. "You try being stalked in a theatre and see how many hiding places you can find," I shot back.
"Stalked? You sure it isn't just the voices in your head again? They like to weave circles, I'm told." The pure entertainment just seems to shine in those black eyes of his, waiting for me to crack and throw the closest object in reach (that being, sadly, a handful of dust from the closet floor) at him.
I scowled. This wasn't even amusing anymore. I was bitter, I was annoyed, I was being stalked, and I was stuck in a small, dark place with a taunting demon blocking my only exit. "Please leave me alone, Sasuke, I'd rather not be forced to hurt you."
Suddenly the mask is back on his face. I'm beginning to think that everyone in this hellhole has one; we're very talented with keeping a straight face, actually. Except perhaps Naruto. Unless you call smiling pretty and batting those golden lashes of his a mask. Why am I suddenly so angry with everyone? Was Ino or Sakura here, they'd be telling me to eat some chocolate.
He scoffed to himself, before extending a hand for me to grab and pull myself up. I personally take the chance to glare at him, refusing to move. "Stay in here any longer and you'll start to suffocate from all the dust you've inhaled."
I almost felt like accepting that as a hint of concern, except right now I wasn't in the best of moods. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was dust streaking my gray shirt grayer. "Oh fuck the dust. They never clean these places out anyway."
Sasuke nearly smirked. I wanted, oh-so wanted to hiss and glare an evil, evil glare that would set him aflame, but right now wasn't exactly the time. Instead I stood up, leaning against the closet wall for support, and pushed past him. If I had been facing him, I would've seen an adorable look of fulfillment on his face, like a child that just found a large lollipop on the ground, but I wasn't, so that's that.
Kiba set his bow done, eyes widening at the sight of, well, the girl that had caught his attention so many months before. She cast a look at the viola, the intricate patterns carved beautifully onto the wooden surface doing nothing to make this easier for her. Oh what to say, what to say?
"Kiba Inuzuka," she greeted solemnly. Her dark bangs were brushed back so she could meet him, nearly eye-to-eye. Kiba took a second to marvel at her stance. Strong, never diminishing.
"No need for formalism, Hinata. What's up?" He gave her a half-hearted, awkward grin, noting the tense air that fell in her footsteps.
She swallowed, breaking the eye contact. "We're leaving."
His world came crashing down in that small, hateful instant.
"What?" The viola nearly clattered to the ground as his voice hit the practice room walls. Hinata winced, but expected this, seeing as Kiba wasn't one for controlling any of his emotions. Several voices began to stir as a result to the loud shout.
"We're leaving in one month, six days. Our alliance with the Strand Theatre has been severed due to…unsettlement within the family. I believe the Uchihas are to take our place." A dog barked somewhere off in the city, the sound drifting through the open window.
"But there aren't nearly as many appealing women in that family!" Kiba practically pleaded. She chuckled softly to herself.
"I am truly sorry, Kiba. Please, do meet me at the kitchens in the evening, and we will continue to talk further. I must leave, Hiashi expects to see me soon."
Sometimes Kiba deeply hated that damn, formal tone she used. It covered up everything single thing she was feeling so freaking well. "F-fine."
She turned, and left him with his beloved viola.
Almost immediately the shock evaporated, making way for pure rage, searing in his veins. To soothe the horrible feeling he had, Kiba picked up one of the orchestra chairs, and cleanly chucked it across the room, ending in a loud smash against the wall. Now the voices were loudly protesting to his antics.
There was something about the theatre chairs, so soft and comfortable, that lulled me to sleep for a second damn time today. I miss a few nights of sleep, and this is my result, it seems. No one's currently in the large room, leaving me to an empty silence that's about as unnerving as the dusty closet.
The red-cushioned chairs lined all the way from the very back walls, to just before the orchestra platform. Stairwells sat in four different locations, leading to another floor of chairs, looking down on the performers. Thanks to the wealthy Hyuuga family that owned the building, everything was just close to brand new, ending all the way at the props.
I currently resided, half-lounged across the chair, three rows center from the main stage. The only sounds I could hear at the moment were the soft sweeping noises of a broom backstage. Other than that, the silence was thick and uncomfortable. But I was half-asleep so I wasn't that aware.
I wasn't even aware of approaching footfalls, heavy yet light at the same time. I blinked blurrily, then dismissed it and repositioned myself groggily. As I was falling asleep again, someone poked my shoulder blade rudely. I grumbled, and hissed out a "Go away before I get angry," before leaving the conscious world for a third time.
And yet, the poking continued.
After a few more minutes, it turned into a very annoying shaking, which turned into an all out, battle-to-push-me-out-of-my-chair war. Fuming, I jerked awake and narrowed my eyes (I'll admit more to see who it was than to glare) at the perpetrator. A blurry outline of bright, spiky hair and a rather scornful scowl in place answered my Who-Is-It? question immediately.
"What could you possibly want now, bastard?" I mumbled, blinking again to clear my eyes.
He sighed visibly. "Look, I don't know why you're so pissed, but I thought I'd just tell you now that Neji's leaving soo—"
"What?" Seems like chain reactions were carrying throughout the theatre, because at that same moment, a very loud crash came from inside the practice room offstage. Naruto jumped slightly, and spun towards the door.
"What was that?"
I frowned at his white-clad back. "Obviously someone as pissed as I."
"Oh shut it," Naruto answered back. Now completely abandoning his earlier mission to tell me that the ever-so-enticing hermaphrodite was leaving forever, the blond stepped back out into the aisle and jogged to the orchestra room, disappearing inside.
I remained where I was. This information was almost worst than the time I was told how I got here. And my immediate thoughts to kill the messenger left me as I pondered just what affect this would have. Who was taking over? Would I miss him? Would he miss me? Would our props still be bought right off the market?
Jumping from my seat, I dashed out of the silent room, leaving only my pounding footsteps behind. Must find him, must find him, was all my mind repeated.
Now back in the entrance hall, I spotted my stalker, and his opposed family. Oh perfect. I glanced them all over, never really taking in their appearance before. The brunette (stalker) stood taller than the blond, though he seemed below her in age. Brown hair that reminded me faintly of Naruto's was currently kept under a dark purple, and backwards hat, and his expression simply said: I'm-here-so-smile, as did his blue shirt. Normal jeans finished the picture, and at first I could have said 'sexy' but ended up with a very screwed up expression of 'oh-fuck-no-I-did-not-just-think-that'.
Standing a little off to the left was the blond, taking in a large picture hanging on the wall, done by one of the residents here. It was a landscape of bones, some on fire, as strange as that may seem, and a figure standing amongst the field, back to the audience, short, shaggy black hair curling just atits ears. The rest of the figure was covered in dark shadowing.
At the bottom right was a clumsily scrawled signature, Dei. She seemed innocently intrigued by the picture, her arms crossed over her red, long-sleeved t-shirt, along with black shorts and boots with red stockings. Her hair had been pulled up into a number of ponytails, using a number of rubber bands by a number of colors. She was too entranced in the painting to notice me, as was the brunette who was currently talking to another brown-haired teenager, but the man was.
And he was watching me with a frown. Or was that a scowl?
He wore an un-tucked, dressy white shirt, black slacks, and a black jacket over the shirt. It was a suit. He was staring at me ever so intently. A shiver rolled down my spine, and I high-tailed it out of there, continuing down the hall for my own sake.
As I neared the door to the separate wing for the high-class people, my steps slowed. What on earth was I doing? Losing my nerve, I turned back around, and was about to somehow avoid everyone by escaping to my room, when I stopped abruptly.
"N-Neji?"
He stood before me, elegant as ever, with his hair down and fanned out on his back. The 'angel' wore a surprisingly dark shirt, with black pants and dress shoes. He looked like he was ready to leave for a funeral, and his facial features were drawn tight. Over all, he looked tired, like he hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night. I gulped and looked away.
"I'm guessing you were looking for me."
The hallway as I noticed now was empty, which only seemed to make me more skittish about the situation. Neji tilted his head to the side, simply testing me, to see what I would do.
"So y-you're…really leaving?" I whispered, hating my own uneasiness.
He nodded slowly, still watching, still testing. I instantly grew a little bit angrier. At him. At everyone. At the whole damn world.
"How could you just let this happen! How could you just get up and go like this! You know the theatre needs you, and yet—"
I was cut off by the last thing I expected. Suddenly I was battling for at least a few breaths of air, as Neji held me against the wall tightly, covering my mouth, with his.
Sometimes Temari wondered what ran the world. She wondered about a lot of things lately, like why they were here at this particular place, and why she was going through this torment, and why her brother was being such a pest.
"I don't know, Kankuro," she answered automatically to his question, even though she didn't even hear it.
"—but did you see him! Holy shit, Temari! He's like… Did you see him! I did! I could see his ribs right through his freaking shirt!" the brunette ranted.
She sighed heavily. "Just drop it. He isn't any of our concern anymore."
"Like hell he is! It's our fault, and you know it, Temari! We could've done something! And no way am I going to just—just sit back and let it happen again! You know it's our fault, I know you know." He was fuming. Kankuro couldn't understand his sister sometimes.
The two were alone currently in their small, rented room at the last place either of them wanted to be. They were at the place they sold their own brother too, illegally none the less. For what? A few nights of overflowing bank accounts? It wasn't even that much money!
"Kankuro, he's not our brother anymore. He's barely even related to us.We may share the same dad, but not the same birth mother. Just drop it already."
Kankuro glared, so angry that he could yank her by her hair until she got it through her head. Slowly, the anger ebbed away, leaving room for pure guilt. "How can we…how could we do that…he was our—our brother…"
"You seem to have forgotten. We didn't do it, dad did."
"How could we let him!"
"We couldn't exactly stop him, he was twice our size." She avoided looking directly into his eyes; it hurt too much to face him.
Kankuro scowled. "He isn't anymore! I'm taller than you! You're the same height as him practically!" Temari stood up, glancing back at her brother, before leaving the room with a silent, "I'll be back later," leaving Kankuro to sink into his own depression.
Almost immediately, his mind began to reel. We've got to get him out of here.
I don't know how it happened. I don't even know how it started. Not this, I mean. I don't know how this odd relationship began. Maybe it was just the oncoming of hormones developing, or the fact that we were both miserable in our own little way, but one night I just ended up with him, in his room, and one thing led to another, and—
It wasn't as though right now I minded. I'm just too confused about all of this. He started something with me, ended it, started something with Naruto, and randomly came back to me. I had a minor ounce of pity for the blond, but that somehow instantly left as he nibbled at my collarbone.
Here we were, back to where it all started. I don't think I'm going to be able to stand him leaving, because as much as I hate him, I love him too much to let go. No, I wasn't going to think about that right now. All I wanted to think about was him, and me, here, right now.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he laid me down and gently went to unbutton my black shirt. His eyes were glazed over with lust, so I couldn't really tell what he was thinking. My own pale eyes were half shut; I didn't blame him either. This felt too good to be aware of anything else.
Half-realizing that this wasn't exactly a good time to do this, I bit back a moan as he ran a hand down my stomach.
Again, again. Why do we always return to this?
Aw, sorry to cut it here loves. I try not to make the chapters overly long, because that'll just kill me.
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