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And I got my beta back, yeah. So no bad or obvious spelling mistakes.
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Chapter 2: One chance is all they ask
It's been strange in the house, and I can see Kakashi is on his last nerve. He's tried everything. We eat dinner together, and on weekends we eat every meal as a 'family'. But not one word has come out of my mouth, and Itachi hasn't once said a thing to me. I think he knows better. It's been two weeks like this.
Now Itachi is enrolled in the high school next door. Today is Friday, and Kakashi said he'd be out. Meaning Itachi and me will be alone in the house. I wait outside, like normal for Kakashi to come pick me up. The car pulls up, and Itachi is in the front seat, I sit in the back.
"So I'll be leaving at seven-thirty, I don't know when I'll be back, ok?" Kakashi explains. He gets no answer. "I'm glad that's understood." He says with a little hint of sarcasm. When we get home we separate to go into our own rooms or, mind our own business. At seven-thirty, Kakshi announces that he's leaving. I continue to read in my room. I have a book report due next week. A half a hour pasts, and then my door opened. No knock no nothing, it just opened. Itachi walks into my room. I ignore him, and just read my book.
He sits down on my bed. I let out a sigh of announces. "What do you want?" I snap at him. Just really wanting him to get out of my room.
"You shouldn't jump to conclusions. Especially if you don't know all of the story." He says. He pulls something out of his pocket, and lets it slid down the cress of my book. He walks out of the door, no other word spoken. I glare at him, until the door clicks closed. What is it with him? Why can't he say stuff that makes sense? Why can't he talk like a goddamn normal person? I look back down at my book and notice something glitter. In the crack of my novel, there was a chain. I pick up the silver chain, and pull a locket out from behind my book.
I look at it. It had our family symbol carved into it. I open it up and see a picture and some writing. The writing on the left side read:
Don't live in the past.
On the right was a picture of my mom and dad. I close the locket, anger coming over me. I storm out of my room, and into the room that belonged to my nii-san.
"Who the hell are you to tell me not to live in the past?" I tell my brother, he looks at me calmly, and it pissed me off even further. "Why the hell did you give me this?" I ask him, venom in my voice.
"I missed a lot of your birthdays." Is the only explanation he gives me. Anger boils inside of me. What does he want? Another chance? Is that what he's asking for? Like everyone seems to ask for him, now he's asking for it. He won't get one, a murderer never deserve another chance.
"Well I suggest you start living in the past, because that's the only place left you have a little brother." I hiss out at him and then throw the locket on the floor. I leave, and lock myself in my room. I try to calm down. I should have told Kakashi to let them assign Itachi to a different family. I don't want him here; I don't want him around me. I change my cloths, and lay in bed, watching my TV in my room. But there was still anger in the pit of my stomach, there was still hate. And I couldn't help when my mind wondered to the thought of my brother. After a while I start to get sleepy, and I turn off the TV.
I feel myself toss and turn in my bed. I am half awake, trying hard to escape my nightmare, but I can't. I can't fully wake up. I know I must be mumbling in my sleep. If only I could open my eyes but I can't.
"Sasuke! Wake up!" I hear and finally I manage to open my eyes. I breath heavily, and my eyes dart around the room. I look to meet Kakashi's lazy and sleepy eye. My guardian is holding onto my shoulder. I push his hand away and sit up in my bed.
"What time is it?" I ask him.
He yawns before answering my question. "It's three in the morning." He looks at me, now seeming fully awake. I don't make eye contact, feeling pitiful. I'm too old to be acting like this when I have nightmares. I shouldn't have Kakashi here in my room, I feel like some little kid.
"Was it a flashback?" Kakashi asks. I say nothing. "Sasuke, even grown men have this. It doesn't make you weak. It's called Post Traumatic Stress disorder." Kakashi explains. I don't say anything, but I do look up at Kakashi. Then I notice out of the corner of my eyes, Itahi standing by my door. I glare at him, with all the hate in my heart. This is all your fault. I think to myself. Kakashi notices my stare, and looks at the door. I don't notice what ever communication they give each other, but my brother walks out of sight.
"Are you alright now?" Kakashi asks, running his hand through my hair. I slap his hand away, annoyance clear on my features. Kakashi sighs and gets up, he leaves my room. The door doesn't close all the way, and it squeaks open just a little bit. So a very thin line of light shines into my room, from the hallway light. I get out of my bed, and walk to my door. I was going to close it but then I could hear voices down the hall.
"Hey, did Sasuke wake you up?" Kakashi questions.
"Yeah….."
"Don't worry, you two will get along soon enough." Kakashi's reassuring words were only answered with a sadistic laugh. Then the sound of a door closing is heard. I close mine as well, and crawl back into my bed.
The next morning I wake up, I feel something in the palm of my hand. I rub my eyes and look at my hand. It was the silver locket, Itachi had given me last night. I throw it on my desk, not caring were it lands. Going to my closet I pick out the clothes I'll wear today. Then I walk downstairs into the kitchen. Kakashi is in there sipping on coffee. My nii-san isn't in sight. I sit down at the table, after getting some breakfast. I start to eat and feel Kakashi's eyes on me. I look up, waiting for him to speak.
"Why?" He says simple. I give him a questioning look. "Why do you have to make everything so complicated?" I say nothing, just give him an evil look. I know what's coming. "What are you going to do? Never speak a word to me again? Only spit out rude or mean statements like when I first took you in? I dealt with it for a year, it doesn't bother me. You're hurting yourself by making this harder on yourself." I slam my hands down on the table, while I get up out of my chair.
"You don't know shit!" I tell him. Why am I getting lectured? Why is everyone on his side? Why is everyone defending him? Can't they see? He killed our parents, someone like him doesn't deserve defense.
"It's you who doesn't know! Sasuke, you can't bottle yourself up again. Why don't you talk to him? Why not give him a chance?"
I glare at him, for using that statement. For asking the same goddamn question. I couldn't help myself.
"Why should I give that murderer another chance?" I hiss out between my teeth.
He stares out, past me. I turn around to see Itachi standing there. He walks into the kitchen, and gets himself a glass of organ juice. Like he hadn't even heard what I just said. I sit back down, to finish my breakfast. Then head up to my room.
Why should I give him another chance? Why is everyone asking me to? He hasn't asked me, he doesn't seem to care. I look in the direction of my desk, and notice the silver locket hanging down, about to fall. Well, he hasn't asked me in words. Either way, I still hate him.
A/N: How was that? I hope Itachi wasn't OOC. Tell me if you think he was, and if you liked this chapter or not. Thanks.
YW2500: Sorry Y.K. but i have to promote myself. If any of you could check out my story Back In Konoha i'd be so greatful! It'd mean a lot to get your feedback along with the others who are reading it too. Thanks a bunch.