One: Wow…everyone is so nice to me. Why do they do that? Reviews pwn.
Two: Avenged Sevenfold owns life. Want to listen to the song, Trashed and Scattered. Well, I'm pimping the MySpace page where you can listen to said song. Myspace. Com / avengedsevenfold
Three: I'm trying to make the chapters longer, but sometimes I just can't. Sorry. :(
Four: I am not a scientist. I know nothing about the left-brain or the right brain or telekinesis. Did I fool you? Maybe. None of the information in this fic is true. I don't even know which chamber of the brain does what. But…I can make it sound as though I know what I'm talking about. I kick ass like that.
Five: I've been hideously emo lately. Ph33r the angst!
Keep on writing you're just raping yourself.
Nothing can take my mind away from them.
Don't you ask about me, ask about somebody else.
Once I've fallen there's many stories to tell.
I can feel it, won't embrace it, it's overwhelming how far you take it.
Stuck in a state of questioning.
And don't you tell me you know we're destined.
You won't convince me. I won't listen.
Resentment building, you've put our lives on hold.
-"Trashed and Scattered" by Avenged Sevenfold
Sasuke's Point of View
I am in awe I haven't killed myself yet. Seriously. I live in hell comprised of pushy nurses armed with syringes and crazy telekinetics armed with…their brains. I have to see my brother…every…fucking…day. I have to put up with nonstop babble from all the idiots surrounding me. I have to spend every waking moment of my life examining someone who just might crack at any moment and kill someone. And the only hope I had for the salvation of my brilliant mind was just the object of a wet dream. Damn you to hell Hyuuga Neji. I guess I would end up going with you, if I killed myself that is.
Adorning myself in my tuxedo of a white lab coat and black slacks I leave the room. I don't have time to fuck around and I know it, I don't have time to lay in bed and sleep. I could be analyzing blood samples, I could be examining Gaara's sleeping patterns, I could be looking at pictures of Ino's brain, but instead I was lying in bed having wet dreams. I need a better life than this.
When I was growing up, and still now, I was always compared to my god damned brother Itachi. He was more attractive than I, stronger than I, made better grades than I did, he was the Uchiha prodigy and I was left behind him wishing I could be who he was.
When I was about thirteen there was a temporary time when people said "Sasuke" instead of "Itachi's Little Brother". It was when I began to show drastic improvement in all academic subjects and my physical body became much more adapted to sports. The time didn't last long of course, because grand old Itachi became a neurosurgeon.
Yep, he became a great genius doctor and took away any kind of self I had at the time away from me.
I must have horrified my parents when I told then I was majoring in the supernatural study. They thought I was throwing my life away to chase ghosts and witches and told me, as usual, I should model after Itachi. That was the first time I ever snapped. I cracked, I let out years of anger, depression, and inferiority. I did what I wanted to do. I got rich, I got famous, I got a good rep, I got a bad rep, and I still don't feel good about myself.
You want to know why? Because of fucking Itachi. He barged into my life as a successful doctor and forced himself into my team. I don't know how. I don't know why. But suddenly every morning when I wake up at the office, go to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and a bagel, I see Itachi chewing on an apple or sipping some orange juice while reading one of the patient's brain scan reports.
I must be sounding as though he's my only partner here. Nara Shikamaru, he's alright I suppose. We see each other as colleges and just that, the only person he shows a true interest in is his crazy violent girlfriend Sabaku Temari. Shikamaru is a genius, a strategist, always calm in bad situation, and too calm in regular situations. And of course, there is Hyuuga Neji, which I can only conclude I have developed a crush on or he 'excites my hormones'. He's also a genius, as all us doctors are. His philosophy on life is that it is determined by fate. Fate says he was in the Hyuuga family, fate says he was to be a doctor, fate says he was going to have a bagel with orange jam on it tomorrow morning. This readily annoys me, but Neji is a very respectable person and I can look past it.
I am currently walking down the long stretched hallway that reminds me of a haunted hotel I once saw on the Discovery Channel as a kid. Even then I was obsessed with the supernatural. The fluorescent lights are blinking and the blinding white floor is graying from years of expensive black shoes tromping over it. The lights blink a lot around here, not really because we have electricity problems, but because this is a building full of psychokinetics and all of the sound and light waves are being bent in wrong directions.
The elevator is empty, as it usually is, and I press the button that was labeled '1'. I needed some coffee and depending on how late it was, I needed some salad. Not plain salad. Tomato salad with ranch dressing baby. The annoying little 'DING!' that sounds when the shaft reaches my floor is not what I had desired to hear. No sound would be nicer, because this is a hospital and it is anything but cheery, and cheery little noises like that can really agitate someone. Someone like me.
I can hear the cafeteria's music playing Queen and I feel a recovery from that damn ding begin to occur. I worship Freddy Mercury. I always have, when I first heard Queen after digging through some of Itachi's vinyls, I was forever inspired. Itachi was always buying music when I was growing up, vinyls, cassettes, CDs, whatever was the musical…playing…thing of the time, he would always have one on. "I want to break free" was playing happily from the speakers. That's the good happy music for a hospital. The ding in the elevator is not.
"Good morning Dr. Uchiha-sama." Hinata said bowing to me as usual and giving me a small smile.
"Good morning Nurse Hinata-san."
Hinata was probably the most tolerable person in this prison. Neji lost that spot when he invaded my dreams. Hinata was quiet and very respecting of everyone, she had never once forgotten to call a nurse or doctor by their title, and she always treated the patients with much respect. She wouldn't let anyone call her "Nurse Hyuuga-san" because she didn't like being identified by her family. In the back of my mind I always wondered if she was strong enough for this job, after all if the Japanese military got any one of our patients into their hands, they could become killing machines. But she took the job to 'change herself' knowing it would require her to be semi-social if she didn't want to develop cabin fever, and it would require her to be around Neji. She seemed to have been deathly afraid of her cousin when she arrived, but the tension between the two Hyuugas seemed to have eased a little bit.
"Oh and, Doctor Uchiha-sama?"
"Yes?" I asked, a slight hope she was telling me one of the doctors was taking my place for a day so I could relax nudging in the back of my mind, "Nurse Hinata-san?"
"Well…" she began to twiddle her fingers and I knew instantly she was uncomfortable a good sign she needed help with something or she needed time off, "A friend of mine wanted to meet me for lunch today…you know…out there…so umm…"
"Just take the day off Nurse Hinata-san." I said surprised at my words and even more so how kind I sounded when I said them, "You need some time to yourself."
"Oh! Well…thank you Doctor Uchiha-sama!" she exclaimed, bowing to me and smiling brightly.
I'm pretty sure she said something after that but I was more attentive to the music pouring from the cafeteria wall speakers. I nodded and she left. That poor girl needed to get out more. Hehe…that's almost a paradox, because she chose to work in a closed environment where the most you could get out was going to the second floor…haha…if I was an internet geek I would be all "OMG xDD!" right now.
I made myself some coffee and, agitated I had missed the salad bar, picked up a fat free snack doughnut, and got in line. The food idea is weird around here. Patients have a card, which if they want anything to eat, they have to slide it in a credit card thingy and enter a PIN number. It's exactly like using a debit card, except they aren't being charged anything. The card simply stores the food they purchased on a calendar, so we can easily refer to what they ate that day. Doctors and nurses have to pay though, because they for one have the opportunity to go grocery shopping for meals that can be made in the appliances in their rooms, and for another money needs to keep coming into the hospital one way or another. They scan it on a debit card, because it's too much trouble to carry around a dollar everywhere for coffee, especially when pulling all nighters. Ino slid her card through the…sliding thing…I have no idea what it's called and I don't particularly care either…and began to drink her juice.
"Oh good morning Sasuke-kun! I didn't notice you!"
That's the thing about Ino. She treats everyone as equals, no one is a sama or sempai to her, everyone is everyone. I kind of admire it; my parents brought me up to respect everyone and to see myself as an inferior. I knew she was lying about not noticing me. Maybe it's her close connection to the human mind, but she can tell when a person is coming thirty yards away.
"Good morning Ino-san." I said formally, "How are you?"
I could practically see her go fan girl in her head and she put on a big 'oh so dazzling' smile. Sorry Ino, I'm currently questioning myself.
"I'm great Sasuke-kun. Do you want to eat with me?"
That's just what I expected. Ino's nice and all…well I couldn't really say she's nice…let's restate this. Ino is a nice girl at heart, but on the outer rimming of her heart she's a malevolent beast, which if I do say so myself, scares the shit out of me.
"No thank you Ino-san. I have to do some work."
She looked downcast. Any normal gentlemen would say 'but maybe some other time.' But I'm a firm believe in the 'if you don't mean it don't say it' philosophy. I wouldn't hang out with Ino unless it was absolutely necessary, so what was the point in getting her hopes up?
"Oh well, goodbye Sasuke-kun!"
I guess that sort of sealed my fate that I had to leave. So, doughnuts and coffee in hand, I bid goodbye to Ino and walked back to the elevator. My good mood was corrupted once more by that ungodly sound as the door opened. DING!
I almost dropped my things when I saw who was inside. It was Neji. Standing there. Dripping wet. With a towel around his waste and a pair of swim trunks barely visible beneath it. I felt all the blood in my body rush to my head and I thought the headache was going to knock me out. I walked in as calmly as I could and avoided his piercing stare as best as I could.
"Isn't this your floor?" I asked trying to sound calm.
"Not really."
"Then why are you on the elevator?" I asked genuinely confused.
"It's warm."
If there was anything he could have said to give me a severe inferiority complex it was that. I reached for the button labeled six, but I suddenly realized the last thing I wanted to do was work. In fact the only thing that truly sounded appealing to me was going up to the roof, putting on my headphones, and reading The Catcher in the Rye for the millionth time. I pushed the number four where my room was on. I'm coming Queen. I'm going to take you up on the roof and read books while absorbing your greatness. Or something.
I'm probably still blushing because Neji is openly staring at me. It's uncomfortable in every way, shape, and form. I wish he would have pupils. That would make it feel less penetrating. For probably the last time in my life I was glad to hear that stupid little DING!
"Doctor Sasuke-sama!"
I feel my cheeks burn as I turned around facing my colleague who was more evidently than ever half naked and dripping in cold water. Man his hair was nice.
"Yes?"
"You have coffee on your shirt."
"Okay, thank you."
"No problem."
My inferiority complex is going insane. Of course that would be what he was going to tell me. Why the hell would he say anything else? I leave quickly for my room. I have only been awake an hour but it has felt like twenty. I feel as though I have been pulling a long all night study of Gaara, which really knocks a person out if you don't know.
I unlock my bedroom and walk inside. Housekeeping hasn't been around yet and my things are strewn around the room in a very un-doctoral manner. I don't particularly care about it; I don't really spend much time in my room. I'm either exercising, swimming, working, or on the roof in a feeble attempt to relax. Still, having my clothes and boxes all over the floor kind of pisses me off. A lot of things do. I locate my CD player. It's one of the really good ones, the kind that can get 15,441,846,746 hours of play on a pair of regular double A batteries, and the price tag has an even bigger number than the hours of play. My headphones are across the room. Also the really good kind, the one with the really big earphones that somehow make you look all cool and superior when you listen to them.
My CD is already in there and I head for the elevator again. He's still in there. Damnit Neji you're a doctor, stop playing in an elevator and get a life! I forgot to change my shirt because his eyes dart to the dark spot. Goddamn perfectionist. I put on my headphones so I wont have to listen to him or that stupid noise and turn up the volume. I must have been staring at him because he was looking agitated with me. I can't help it. Neji. Is. Hot. I reach the roof and feel an throbbing in my groin. This is probably the main reason why I'm in awe I haven't killed myself yet.
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Hehe Sasuke's thought process is really funny. He was so out of character though…shoot mesh now. Sasuke has a crush on Neji! YOSH! –Nice guy pose- But…does Neji have a crush on Sasuke? I always figured Sasuke as the kind of person who would develop an obsession at a young age –cough-ITACH-cough- and never leave it alone until he was dead…so instead of Itachi being that obsession…I CHOSE QUEEN! I love Queen. RIP Freddy Mercury.
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