Two more days…..
Only two more days until the start of school at Konoha High.
How depressing….
Only two more days until hoards of screaming girls come racing down the hallways to greet me spewing "EEEKKS" and "TAKE ME NOW!'s".
I now reiterate….how depressing….
He lay in his new bed staring at the ceiling of his new home as he thought about the days that would shortly greet him in a most UNpleaseant fashion…
He'd been living in the large home only a few weeks, but he'd been living in the area his whole life. He was very popular. Correction--UNfortunately, he was very popular. He was noted for being THE most attractive, poetic, skillful, athletic, artistic, muscular, blah blahblah blah blahblahblah boy in the city of Konohagakure.
And he was only in middle school. Ridiculous, no? He thought so. But in only two more days, he'd be entering a brand new high school that was just built a short bus ride away. This high school would be populated only by the new grade nines in the area as all the kids heading into grade ten already went to Hoidaike High.
Meaning that this new school, built to man two thousand students, would only be supporting a small group of seven hundred grade nines. With a very precisely calculated number of 367 female students. Of which, a total of 98.2637 percent were deeply and disgustingly infatuated with the said male student.
The raven-haired boy groaned as he calculated exactly how many lovesick women would be drooling over his very presence at the new school.
He became conscious to his room and noted that he'd been staring at his ceiling in agony for quite some time now. He turned and faced his short, black, bedside dresser.
Top drawer: Toiletries, deodorant, shaving equipment, cologne, other assorted bathroom related items. He'd better move those into the bathroom soon. After all, his new stationary was delivered last week. Its about time he sorted all his new crap out.
Bottom drawer: Mints, gum, and candy. Accompanied by the oh so evident alcohol, hidden shot glass, lighter, lighter fluid, smokes, as well as a few other unmentionables……..As bored as he was, he didn't even want see those for a long time…. After what happened last week, he shouldn't want to touch that equipment for the rest of his life……….Not today anyway……not without a few friends………or at least, people who referred to him as friends………………..hmmmm…………..maybe later……
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He turned his body back facing the ceiling. He trailed his eyes along the shadows that were cast upon the ceiling. Strange. They lead out his window at his neighbors house. He wondered when his new neighbor would be moving in, or if they already had. The house was shrouded in darkness. Had it already become dark. Whatever, darkness doesn't bother me….
There was nothing to do. Nothing to do but lay in bed and think…………... Think….one of the things he often reminded himself not to do. Thinking only causes thoughts…. upsetting thoughts. Thoughts about things that are not important. Thoughts about hatred….Thoughts about his brother……..thoughts about Itachi….
He turned to his other side. Facing the wall off in the distance. What a grey wall…how very dull…Boring……very boring……I'm bored the pale boy thought silently.
BANG! Knock…AAGG!
A loud crash came from behind the door upstairs….Screaming fan girls the boy reckoned….stress…. Very stressful….the boy brought his hand to his head and frowned as he rubbed his temples softly.
CRASH! KNOCK knock…..knock…
Unsteady knocks continued at the door upstairs. The dark-haired boy glanced at the clock to the right of his king sized bed. 11:30. 11:30? At night? Why would fan girls be banging on my door at a time like this in this city. They new better than that…..
Wow, The boy realized that he'd been sitting in bed for more than 4 hours….thinking….how stupid. What an infinite waste of his time. Very stupid…
BANG!
Louder crashes continued from the door upstairs. His neighbors better have a good reason for bothering him and interrupting his precious…..time wasting…..He stopped in mid thought. Had he said that aloud, he would have sounded even stupider.
KNOCK…..knock………..KNOCK..Knock!
The beating on the door was unsteady. His dark eyes flashed a shining red briefly. Could something be wrong? A better question would be, Could he care any less? He got out of bed and pulled his arms through a zip-up sweatshirt. He didn't bother zipping it up. Perhaps he could put a bit of a show on for the idiotic fan girls. He wondered, if something was wrong. Would he help? Probably not. HEestepped out of his room and turned up the stairs.
Knock…. THUD!
"shut up! I'm coming already!" The dark haired boy shouted up the stairs impatiently. He didn't like to be bothered but he didn't like showing emotions like anger even more.
Knock Knock! KN--
"WHAT?" He turned the handle roughly and swung the door open quickly all in rushed motion that ended in less than a second.
He froze.
In front of the raven-haired boy stood -- not screaming fan girls, and not bothersome neighbors, but -- a blonde boy, wincing in pain as he held his bleeding stomach…
"Hi…"
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"Hi…" the blonde said meekly as he cringed in pain holding a gaping wound in his stomach…. "I…..was…..attacked….." The boy struggled to get the words out.
The dark-haired boy peered down at the stranger. His tan skin glinted the solemn moonlight. Strands of his ruffled blonde hair reflected light coming from inside the house.
The Blonde-haired stranger look up at the pale boy revealing a pool of ocean water, laced with golden strands of light all in one hopelessly innocent gaze. The dark haired boy was still frozen. Trying to gather his thoughts and piece together the image of the small boy standing in front of him.
"Can you……help….me?" The blonde peered into the stony gaze of the pale boy in front of him. He followed the contours of the dark-haired boys face. His eyes floated down the stoic boys neck and around to notice his silky, dark hair. It fell in his emotionless face. The blonde felt dizzy… He was trying to piece together the events of the night while struggled to remain conscious. The pale boy in front of him only stared and gave him a stony silence.
He tried to figure out why the dark-haired boy was staring him down, with such burning intensitiy. The blonde looked down upon himself and first noticed the wound in his stomach… oh right… he was bleeding. He thus continued to piece himself together he looked down farther and noticed something else…hmmmm…no pants…odd. No shirt either. Only a tiny, and rather revealing pair of - slightly torn - boxers.
He looked up at the boy and tried to smile embarrassingly as he winced one eye closed in pain. "Sorry…..I hadn't realized how awkward this must be…"
The boy in front of him felt very odd. His heart was beating. He could hear it…It was beating….fast…He'd never even thought of the sound of his own heart beating, but at the site of this poor, pitiful creature in front of him made his heart skip. He felt…..sorry…for him. An Uchiha? The greatest clan known throughout the country for their steely silence and demanding presence. They were known for not showing emotion. any…any emotion at all was almost forbidden to burn inside them. But this…this was….remorse.
The blonde looked up at him with his pools of blue eyes again. He tried to stay conscious looking up at the powerful presence in front of him. His eyes strayed again. And he noticed something….It was comforting. He looked at the raven-haired boys bare stomach. The blonde grinned slightly. He was glad he wasn't the only one revealing a little skin on this first encounter. He was locked on the pale boys stomach. He was showing off a delightfully lean set of abs……
……..
What was the blonde just thinking now? About another boys ABS? He must still be dizzy. He stared at the boys skin. It was so……inviting….the blonde started losing his grip…He staggered slightly and reached out to the tall boy in front of him……He fell.
I fell….
He fell towards the boy almost to his knees. Almost to his knees. But the boy in front of him had quick reflexes. The blonde fell straight into the Raven-haired boys open arms…The blonde released his stomach and wrapped his arms around the bigger boy. His head buried into the soft, warm skin of his savior……his savior? How…..stupid…of him to think…….even his thought became distorted.
"My name is Uchiha" the dark boy finally spoke up. "Uchiha Sasuke" He said calmly. "I'm going to help you"
I'm going to help you….
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"Sa……su….ke….." The blonde mumbled into the boy - know identified as Uchiha Sasuke -'s stomach.
Sasuke bent down and lifted the blonde up off his feet with immense power and carried him in his arms down the stares and into his bedroom. The blonde was heavier than he looked but it was nothing Sasuke couldn't handle. He placed him down on the bed and left the room only to return shortly with some medical supplies.
He sat down next to the blonde and opened the first aid kit.
"Your wound isn't deep, There's no need for an ambulance." He said in a cool deep voice that drifted softly to the blonde's ears. He tried to listen to the pale boys words but was already captivated trying to decipher the boys name in his mind.
"Sa….su……" He babbled quietly as he lay in half consciousness on the strangers bed.
"Shh." Sasuke said abruptly. "Your weak, you should rest."
"Nhh….I'm not……..weak……" He said rashly as he plummeted deeper into unconsciousness.
"I said 'Shh', Baka." and at that, the blonde dobe drifted away into sleep.
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Sasuke looked down at the stranger lying in his bed.
"Sa…..nn…." He murmured in his sleep.
What a strange boy…. He was so very…….intriguing. Sasuke looked down at the lashes that covered the boys' eyes of water.
"No wait……sas…uke…….I……" the boys' murmuring turned into broken talking. His face cringed ever so slightly, indicating pain. Water built up at the corner of the small blondes eye. "I don't ……. nngh …..no."
Sasuke kept gazing down at the boy peacefully. The water poured down his face in the form of one single tear. It was as if his blue eyes bled out as the pain from his nightmare consumed his fragile mind.
Sasuke pressed a tender thumb against the strange boys face, removing the tear that fell across his kind features.
Sasuke stopped and slowly realized what he had just done. He showed tenderness. Tenderness. Towards a complete stranger. He glowered at the boy in front of him. This was wrong. An Uchiha wouldn't do this. It was sickening! How improper! He gave the boy one last frosty glare.
His heart beat…..It beat faster. The blondes' features creased slightly in pain. His soft face was showing pain. He shifted. Sasuke's stony glare broke. Maybe he could help just this once. No one would ever need to know.
"Sasuke…..Ari…gatou….."
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