Her Lips Are Like Glass
It's unfair, isn't it?
How you shined so bright.
Then you flared.
And died out.
Lolita Yung
People often think that karma actually works. These are the same people who swear that blue moons occur only when two lovers die next to each other.
People who believe in fate are on the right track. If you do something, then this will occur. But your choices are what make destiny.
Uchiha Sasuke was about to kill someone. Simple, no? His first victim had been Haruno Sakura, but the brunette had briefly remember the pink haired girl would consider his hands around her neck romantic.
Yes. Pure, paralyzing killing intent could only be made 'kinky' by a fan-girl.
Creepy little buggers...
After getting the oh-so disturbing thought of him...WITH Sakura out of his head, he got back to his musings on life, love (or lack thereof) and walked quickly to Hokage Tower. It didn't even once cross his mind that the pink-ette had been lying.
Naruto was untouchable. Unbreakable. He, was in a word, a whirlpool.
Sasuke had thought about it, but it made sense. A whirlpool was something of legend and facts. Monsters were made out of the phenomenon, things of fables. Whirlpools dragged you in, you were entranced by them. You could never get out.
Like his eyes. Naruto's eyes were a whirlpool. Perfect blue, swirling around and around with emotions you didn't even know existed.
That was Naruto, in all honesty. Perfectly ruined.
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Sometimes, echoes in your mind make up for the silence.
He had been awake for three hours, but the two people in the room with him hadn't noticed.
Kakashi-sensei and Kiba were murmuring about...something to each other. Briefly the boy flirted with the idea of jumping and shouting.
(You bitch, you demon scum!)
The idea went away.
Ninjas lied to others, with a 18 chance of discovery. Naruto had been lying to himself for years, lying to the entire freaking world, and no one, not the Kazekage, the Hokage, Team Seven or anyone had noticed.
The blond boy should have been pleased. But, it hurt. It hurt him so bad that no one had saw him. He was the kid who his so-called friends ditched during hide-and-seek. He was...
(Demon scum...dead last...whore...)
Nothing. Uzumaki Naruto was nothing.
A sob shaked his feminine frame, as the highly trained Jounins quickly stood up.
"Are you...awake?"
"No."
"Naruto...it's...ok."
"No."
"Naruto...? How do you feel...?"
Naruto would have scoffed. But, that seemed wrong in his condition. He had...been...used. USED. He...was scum. Didn't they KNOW THAT! DIDN'T THEY SEE HE WAS WORTHLESS!
Kakashi asked more questions, only to get answers that Sasuke, the anti-talker person would be envious. Kiba stood there shifting side to side. The clean, sterile
(Disgusting)
smell the hospital was giving off causing Kiba's nose to wrinkle.
Finally, Kiba nodded goodbye to Naruto, sensing the boy didn't really want to talk to him. He pulled Kakashi out the door, HOPING he would realize Naruto...was fragile right now.
Kiba thought. He was fragile right now? Or, had it been Naruto had been fragile the entire time and they hadn't noticed until he finally broke?
Kiba paused as a small voice that had been Naruto came from the bed, with the heart monitors clicking, bandages at the deep gashes he had put on himself and the bruise on his face that was healing as he spoke.
"Did...Sasuke come to see me...?"
Kakashi turned around. The truth would hurt, but lying would be worse.
"He...doesn't even know your in here Naruto."
Crack. Naruto heard his heart crack. Of course...he was a dirty scum bag, dead last, pathetic excuse for a ninja, monster, evil, dobe, dumb ass, idiot.
The young genius that Naruto secretly, even to himself at times, wouldn't visit him...wouldn't visit a...monster. A freak. A...
"Demon." No one heard Naruto's whisper, quiet and accepting of what he thought he was...
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Sometimes, you can try to swim all you want against the current. You can be the strongest fish, but panicking little fishes will block your path and make crushed sushi out of you.
This is what Uchiha Sasuke felt like. When he usually went to the Hokage Tower, people would KILL each other (well, usually only the more aggressive of the fan-girls...) Just so they could stand to his side and BOW like slime.
But now? He. Was. Being. Pushed.
Oh no, he wasn't only being pushed, but he was being shoved and elbowed. Hello? Only Uchiha without some type of mental issue here peeps! Tall, angst-ridden nineteen year old who had killer hair was here!
Move. Bitches!'
As Sasuke was growling about this new found phenomenon called 'NO PERSONAL SPACE' a blonde, a black haired boy and two purple haired females rushed up to him.
The ever so lovely, Konoha's own flower. INO-CHAN! The smart, once-in-a-lifetime genius, SHIKAMARU! The shy, beautiful graceful heiress, HINATA-SAN! And finally, the crazy, bloodthirsty, ex-former apprentice to a pedophile snake dude, ANKO-SENSEI!
Now that the introductions in Sasuke's mind (beware of pompous butlers and cheese...the really disgusting fancy types) were made, the coal eyed boy was trying to understand what the hell his peers and 12 year older Jounin were saying.
So far, the words 'the' 'he' and 'MY GOD' had came up...20 times. Each. Damn, could these people learn to form a proper sentence? In Hinata's defense she could barely stutter out a hi, but still!
The boy raised an aristocratic eyebrow. They all shut up, but Shikamaru who started talking first.
"I suppose that Haruno was doing her makeup for about five hours before stopping by to give you the news..." Sasuke nodded. "Did she tell you about...it?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "She was giving me some bullshit about Naruto being in the hospital, he was what? Got ramen poisoning? He was at a party..."
Ino bit her lip...
Hinata poked her fingers together.
Shikamaru frowned.
Anko tilted her head to the side.
Sasuke let out a perfect sigh.
"H-He...wa-wasn't atta-attacked a-at the party...Uch-Uchiha-san...he w-was r-raped and memories...came back."
Sasuke fainted.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Hinata screamed. The others stared...
"Um...let's get Uchiha-san to a chair..."
The others nodded.
Hinata smiled sadly and walked to room 452, housing patient 3241234 Naruto Uzumaki. Victim of memory recollection and suspected victim of rape, assault and torture.
Hinata sighed sadly as she went to her lover, Ino, for comfort. Naruto had become like a brother to the Hyuuga. Neji and Hinata often invited him over, the Hyuuga were dedicated in making sure that the law was upheld treated Naruto like they would any outsider, cold and unfriendly without even knowing it. Slowly, Naruto had wormed his way into the hearts of the Hyuuga, many desired an union between Naruto and a branch family member, as they KNEW that Naruto
WOULD become the Rokudaime.
Politics and marriages, oh my...
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Beep beep goes the machine by my bed.
Cough cough goes the man by my bed.
Shuffle shuffle goes the nurse by my bed.
Flit flit goes the truth untold by my bed
Liars liars go to hell.
I know what happened now. I lived it, twice.
Blood on blue.
Blood on blue.
Don't lie I'll tell everything.
Pity isn't what I need.
The thing I need shows no pity.
Shows no mercy.
But worst of all, my cure shows no love.
Break break goes the heart in my bed.
A/N Short, I know, I know. But I needed to decided where this chapter was going. It gets happy and fluffy in the next chapter, I swear! Scouts honor!
E.j.: (Faerie-killer was never a scout)
fk: Doesn't mean I won't make it happen!
E.j.: Faerie-killer has no sense of honor.
Fk: Eh-heh...it has a large chance of being happy!
FK: Oh! I'm also taking alternate pairing requests. Any people other then Ino, Hinata, Sakura, Sasuke or Naruto can be set up with someone!