General Warning: Yaoi, Possible Adult scenarios, Violence, AU.
Chapter Warning: None.
Pairings: NarutoxSasuke, Others later.
Songs While Written: 'Gravity' from Wolfs Rain and 'Sick Cycle Carousel' by Lifehouse
Disclaimer: THis will always be the same. I don't own Naruto, never will. Idid however come up with this plot and the character Sumiyaka Rie. Sumiyaka Moni belongs to Marauding-Moonpaw. These two will be appearing later.
A/N: Alright, just a warning that this is my first Naruto Fanfic. Hopefully I'll keep the motivation to keep at it. This chapters pretty boring and more or less just focues on Sasuke. Anyway, hope you people enjoy it! Also I'd like to thank a friend of mine you Beta'd a few paragraphs of it, though not the whole thing! Now then, on with the fic!
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The day began just as any other plain, boring, redundant, just like every monotonous day in his life. Not that Uchiha Sasuke was particularly bothered by the fact that his life was plain and repetitive. No, the fact that his life was routine and very rarely faltered from that routine was a source of comfort for him, no matter how much he hated to admit it. The fact that every day followed a very similar pattern, give or take a few margins of error due to how undependable the world at large was, soothed his soul and eased away the worries that often plagued his mind. That is, the very fact that he had a routine meant that surprises very came up unless he faltered from that routine, and so with no surprises life was smooth. Dull but smooth, and that was comforting.
So it was, that like every other morning Sasuke woke up to the slight glint of sunlight through the curtains over his window. The alarm clock resting on the stand next to his bed flashing the time demurely at him. Six o'clock as usual, nothing was out of the ordinary. Closing his dark eyes he idly counted down from five and just as he made it to the number one the door to his bedroom swung open with a very mild swishing sound. He could feel eyes on him, yet didn't bat an eyelash. It was a routine he had, another silly routine that made him feel better all the same.
"Sasuke." a smooth voice said from the doorway.
With a sigh Sasuke sat up on his bed and turned his head to eye his older brother, standing there with his hand on the doorknob already dressed for another day. Pressing his lips together so as to appear faintly miffed he replied tersely, "Itachi."
The elder simply gave his usual mild chuckle before turning away from the sleep ruffled Sasuke, "Breakfast is waiting for you on the table. I'll see you tonight, little brother." Without further word Itachi disappeared out down the hall. A few moments later the sound of the door to the outside world shutting followed shortly by that of a car being brought to life announced that Itachi was out of the house.
Heaving a slight sigh Sasuke angled his head back to stare toward the ceiling, the familiar surface wasn't even really seen as he had wandered off into a world of thoughts. Closing his dark eyes he simply sat there, bare torso caressed by early morning sunlight and the sheets pooled around his waist, he knew it was a slight break in his routine to sit there. Normally Sasuke would get out of bed as soon as he heard Itachi depart. Sure he loved his brother, he'd practically raised him, but he was cold and one could only put up with being utterly ignored for so long. He rarely ate with his brother, it was just to tense of an affair for him to bother. He'd long given up attempting to communicate with Itachi, he'd totally closed off after the 'incident.'
Right then those dark eyes snapped open, he didn't want to go there. No need to dwell on the past. So, even though he'd rather like to stay in that comfortable nest of blankets and sunlight, Sasuke dragged himself up off his bed and strode toward the dresser against the far wall, rummaging for something to wear. After a few minutes he just decided on a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeved shirt. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, where he'd have to look fancy, not that he couldn't make the simply outfit look elegant. Throwing a slight smirk to the wall he ran a hand through his hair then exited the room.
Down the stairs, down a short hallway, first door on the right, and he found himself in the spacious kitchen. His mother had insisted on a big kitchen, he recalled. Nothing better than cooking to let go of stress, so she had stated. Again, Sasuke forced his thoughts to a halt. It was annoying that he kept taking these absurd trips down memory lane, a place he didn't want to visit. Inhaling slightly he caught the sent of eggs and bacon, there was probably some toast in there to but does toast really have a smell unless its burnt black? Soon enough his gaze and located the food in its familiar place on the kitchen island.
Drifting over he leaned against the islands top and began to idly eat the breakfast, his eyes trained on the window across from him. Through the partly opened curtains he could see a small view of the lawn, the house across the street, and said houses lawn. Now and then a neighborhood kid could be seen wandering passed, probably setting out to catch the bus at the end of the block and head to school. Everything was the same as always. Him, leaning against the island staring out the window and eating his food in that mechanical way. Sighing slightly he glanced down at the plate, now empty, and picked it up, moving to the sink he rinsed the plate and utensils before setting them in the drying rack beside the basin. A slight flick of his hands to rid them of clinging water and a cursory look around the kitchen before Sasuke headed towards the living room with quick, sure strides that gave the assurance that he had the layout of everything perfectly memorized.
Upon reaching the living room, Sasuke gave the room a once over as well. There was nothing special to be seen, the room was the same as it always was, with the beige colored sofa sitting before the teak, glass topped coffee table and its spattering of magazines and news papers, the TV across an amount of three feet of floor space from that, back against the wall beside a sliding glass doorway leading out into the backyard. Apparently satisfied with this normalcy; Sasuke turned his attention elsewhere, that is, the front door.
With yet another sigh, Sasuke walked over and toed his tennis shoes on, grabbed his light jacket off the hook by the door, and walked out; locking and closing the door behind him. Pausing on the front porch at the top of the steps, his jacket resting in the crook of his right arm; he jammed his hands into his pockets. The jacket was more or less a 'just in case' thing, it was still earlier spring and could get cold enough to need one. For now, however, the early morning sunlight was warm and pleasant.
Growing tired of the monotonous view that he was so used to, Sasuke stepped down off the edge of the porch, down the stairs with the last one giving a slight squeak as it always did, and down onto the walk. A few quick strides brought him to the larger sidewalk that stretched up and down the neat row of houses in the midst of which the one Itachi and he lived in. The houses were relatively the same; all two or three story affairs with small differences in their outer decor and obviously in the lawns since each owner had chosen to add to the appearance of their homes in different ways; or, as it was with his own, the front yard was completely untouched but for the odd time when the lawn needed mowed.
Shaking his head to get his thoughts out of such dull contemplation, Sasuke set off down the sidewalk toward the more populated center of the city. It was a good few miles, a brisk walk, but Sasuke enjoyed it all the same. Slowly leaving behind primped suburban lawns to give way to small shops and restaurants beyond these small shops was the bigger high rises of the city. The whole thing was rather nice viewed like this. The sun rising higher in the sky and casting a soft glow across the glass covered sides of the tall skyscrapers, everything taking on a surreal glow.
Sasuke had his head tilted up and slightly back, his dark eyes focused on the view before him rather than the world around him, he didn't need to see where he was going; his body followed the well known path of its own accord. He was almost to his destination, a small quaint café where he would get his daily caffeine fix, when a voice hailed him, drawing out his name obnoxiously, "Saaaasuuukkeeee-kuuuun!"
Pausing, though Sasuke knew it was a mistake, the dark haired young man peered back over his shoulder watching incredulously as a blonde haired girl flounced toward him, grinning. Turning away he schooled his face into perfect blankness before stating her name in a cold greeting, "Ino…"
Giggling the blonde girl latched onto his arm and tilted her head, smiling sweetly at him, "So… Sasuke-kun would you like to come hang out with me and Sakura tonight?" she asked, "We're going to rent some movies, it'll be great! You can't just sit around home alone all the time Sasuke, so who better to hang out with than us?"
Turning his head slightly Sasuke gave her a long look, lips pursed as though he were thinking over the proposition. It was, however, only about fifteen seconds before he narrowed his eyes a bit and stated his answer a bit sharply, "No."
Ino gave a rather exasperated sigh allowing her arms to detach from around his, "But Sasukeeeeeee" she whined, doing her best to look pitiful and thoroughly hurt by his rejection.
"Ino… Why would I want to hang out with you and Sakura?" Sasuke asked annoyance heavily lacing his voice.
The blonde stuck her lower lip out crossing her arms over her stomach and full out pouting, "Because we're your friends Sasuke!" Giving the boy a hurt look she looked at the ground. "Is there no better reason than to be around people other than that you care about them?"
Before he could answer a third voice interrupted him with an annoyed drawl, "Ino, give it up. You'll never get the Ice Princess to socialize. Stop trying, its much to troublesome."
Ino whirled around placing her left hand on her hip and pointing at the newcomer with her other her brows drawn together in a nasty scowl, "Shikamaru!" she screeched. "Don't call Sasuke that! How can you be so mean, we're supposed to be his friends!"
Shika reached up and batted the pointing finger off to the side with an idle swipe of his hand, "He obviously doesn't think of us like that, so why should I be nice?"
Stomping her foot Ino gave a frustrated sound and turned away from the brunette a smile already plastered on her face, "So anyway, Sasuke—" she trailed off when she found that Sasuke had already walked off while she argued with Shikamaru.
Having left the two alone to their petty arguments Sasuke had slipped quickly down the street, making a quick escape in the earlier morning pedestrian traffic, and into the small café he frequented. The line in the café was of moderate length. Apparently most people preferred the bigger retail chains like Starbucks. To Sasuke, such highly frequented places were much more crowded, and the taste wasn't as good as a smaller one so, he had discovered this place and came almost every morning. Unfortunately there was one small hitch to this theory of the smaller place being more pleasant, and her name was Sakura.
Oh sure, Sakura was a sweet girl as they went but, sadly she had a severely misguided crush on him and wouldn't let it go despite blatant rejection. Rolling his eyes Sasuke stepped up to the counter and the pink haired girls previously bored demeanor shifted immediately to one of that was slightly hyper and insanely perky; frankly it scared him.
Sakura leaned forward on the counter resting her elbows against the surface and cupping her chin in her hands, "Hiya Sasuke-kun!" she chirped eyes crinkling slightly as she gave him a wide smile. "Notice anything different?" she asked turning her head slightly.
Keeping his face forcefully blank as he stared at the girl, badly wanting to ask her if she had developed some sort of twitch, he opted for the bland observation instead, "You cut your hair." He stated sounding bored with the world.
Sakura beamed apparently not noticing that he didn't really care, and fluffed one side of the strands curling around her face, "Yup! Ino said the style makes me look cute!" she gave him a wide and happy smile as though the fact he'd noticed meant the world to her.
Rolling his eyes again Sasuke gave vent to a minute sigh and drummed his fingers on the counter top, "Could I please have my usual, Sakura?" he asked allowing a bit of aggravation to leak into his tone.
For a moment the girl's happy demeanor faltered, but it bounced back a second later, "Of course, Sasuke-kun!"
Shortly Sasuke was settled at his favorite table; the one that was at the front of the shop by the window, but still it was settled in a corner. Sasuke loved to sit here, for from this position he could watch the flow of humanity drifting by while sipping at the slowly cooling latte in his hand. He could watch the boiling sea of humanity as it went about its daily life from afar and feel as though everything was a dream, a feeling that was so strange, so surreal that he embraced it and welcomed the times when it came upon him. Sometimes he often wished that he was a part of the world beyond the little café window, fathomed the possibility of being social and going beyond this sad little routine that he had fallen into. He never did though and, Sasuke hated to admit it, he was afraid of breaking from the routine. For some odd reason he couldn't help but feel that should he drop the monotonous routine his life had become, his life would shatter.
Smirking slightly at his own foolish thoughts, Sasuke stood slowly and casually tossed the now empty Styrofoam cup into the nearby trash receptacle. Sakura waved frantically at him giving a happy smile and a call of, "See you later, Sasuke-kun!"
At first glance these words were nothing to worry about, and Sasuke didn't worry about them. Shrugging off a slight chill that ran up his spine for nothing more than the cold, he headed out the café's door and onto the semi-busy street. Without giving the rest of the world a second glance Sasuke began his trip back home.
As usual the trip both ways was swift an uneventful though it did take a good few hours out of the day, which is why he tended to go to the café everyday. Stepping through the door and back into the house he deposited his jacket on its usual hook and toed off his shoes. Haphazardly tossing his keys onto the hall stand near the front door Sasuke wandered into the living room and dropped down onto the couch with a sigh. Shifting around until he lay with his head propped up on one armrest, and his legs stretched out over the rest of the couch he once more found himself staring at the ceiling. A slight scowl crossed his face before he diverted his attention to the nearby coffee table and the scattering of novels and magazines on the glass surface. Reaching out he snatched up a book at random and flipped open to the first page, beginning to read idly.
With a slight twitch Sasuke awoke from the little nap he'd fallen into. A slight groan escaping past his lips as he peered around looking for whatever it was that had woken him, and there it was; the phone was ringing. Glaring at the phone like it was the root of all evil Sasuke stood, casting a glance at the clock on the wall as he picked up the phone and cradled it on his right shoulder. Apparently he'd been asleep for a couple of hours, still that didn't give someone the right to wake him up.
"Hello?" came the voice from the receiver tugging Sasuke away from his disgruntled thoughts with a light sigh.
"Hello, Uchiha residence." He responded dully.
"Ah, good I have the right number then. I'm calling to talk to Itachi." The caller responded sounding a little overly cheerful in a way that put Sasuke in mind of a short, fat, balding man bouncing about.
Scowling slightly at the imagery his mind was cooking up Sasuke replied in a clipped monotone, "Itachi isn't home. I'm his younger brother Sasuke, he'll be back later this evening if you'd like to leave a mess—" Before he could finish his sentence there was a dull click on the other end of the line. Jerking the phone away from his ear Sasuke gave the inanimate object an affronted look, and slammed it back down into the cradle. "Stupid morons." He snarled adding a few other more 'colorful' curses to that as well.
Stalking into the kitchen to make himself some lunch, digging out the makings for a sandwich from the refrigerator his mind mulling over the many different ways to murder idiot callers. When he finally straightened and turned, setting down a jar of pickles a little forcefully, there was a small smirk playing at his features. The idea of hunting down and painfully killing morons was always amusing to think about and lightened his mood a bit. Depositing the rest of the ingredients Sasuke set about putting them together into the easy to make food. Throwing everything together on the bread before stowing the lot of it away again, and grabbing a soda, Sasuke retreated back through the living room clutching his lunch and out onto the back patio.
Sasuke sat down on the steps leading down into the backyard from the cement and tile patio and its wrought iron arbors and fencing, completely ignoring the similar table and chairs tucked in a shady corner. Instead there he sat looking over the yard and garden, and Sasuke couldn't really help but sigh at the sight of it. The area had once been beautiful, it was another thing his mother had taken pride in. Rose bushes, lilacs, lilies, and other lesser known varieties of plants with long, awkward names; Sasuke could still see them all even though they were getting overgrown and looking ragged.
Neither Sasuke nor his brother had, had the heart to look after their mother's garden after she had died, though Sasuke supposed he should have; he'd had the time. Itachi was always busy looking after their father's company, which he'd taken over after the death of their parents. Sasuke, however, had just went to school and stayed home. Now as a legal adult he supposed he should get a job, and maybe find his own place but he hadn't been able to force himself to do so yet, and Itachi had never mentioned it. Sasuke was perfectly fine financially he still had pretty much all of his inheritance from his parents, and it was still earning interest, he was meager.
Tearing a piece of bread from his half eaten sandwich Sasuke tossed it out into the yard, watching with mild interest as a few squawking sparrows fought over the morsel. Finishing his food Sasuke continued to sit there, staring at the unkempt garden, recalling a few memories that he had tucked away in his mind. Blinking himself out of the daze he had settled in he was surprised to find the shadows creeping across backyard and the sky speckled with a small smattering of stars. He had to have been sitting there for some hours if it was getting into evening. Standing Sasuke groaned slightly as his body protested and brushed off his rear and thighs, both cold from the cement he'd been sitting on the past few hours.
Grabbing the empty soda can he retreated back into the house, thinking about getting dinner started so that Itachi wouldn't have to cook when he got home. However, his trip back to the kitchen was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking rapidly on the front door, frowning he set the can on the coffee table and moved to the door, pulling it open. Sasuke's scowl only deepened at who was on the other side: Sakura and Ino. Eyeing the two girls wearily he asked, resignation evident in his voice, "What are you two doing here?"
The blonde girl grinned broadly at him leaning forward into the doorway, "We're here to kidnap you and make you have some fun with you're friends for a change Sasuke-kun!" she chirped happily. Sakura grinned nodding her head in agreement with her friend.
"I don't want—" Sasuke was never allowed to finish the sentiment as he, and his jacket were grabbed by Ino and dragged out the door.
The pink haired girl gave him a slight smirk as she stepped into the house and set a piece of paper on the hall table, "Sorry, Sasuke you don't get a choice!" With that the two girls dragged the protesting Uchiha off down the sidewalk. When Itachi came home an hour or so later he'd only find a note.
Itachi,
Sasuke has been kidnapped by his caring friends
to be forced to participate in a movie night
with said friends. He'll be back in a few hours.
So don't worry about him.
Sakura and Ino
No one even noticed the unassuming white car that had been parked in front of the Uchiha home all day, or the two people inside of it.
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A/N: Alright, well there you have it. This was originally going to go longer but I decided to drop it off there and save the rest for Chapter Two. Wonder how long it'll take me to type that up. This chapter was Five pages in Microsoft Word. Yeesh. Anyway, leave a review if you'd be so kind and maybe comment on what pairings you'd like to see? Just don't ask me to put Sasuke or Naruto with anyone else, I'm a total SasuNaruSasu fangirl ;)