Okay, chapter 2! I decided this story is only going to be eight chapters long. And so yeah... just to say that...
Disclaimer: -cries- I own a dog and 2 Green Day posters, not Naruto. If I did, there would be chaos. (Yaoi, and uhh.. other stuff... hifty eyes)
Chapter 2- Square One
/Sasuke's POV/
It was still pouring down rain by the next morning, and it sure wasn't helping my mood. Sure, I accepted what happened. But, was I expected to not let it effect me in any way? He was my brother! The only one I could really love, that understood! Yet, here people were telling me not to let it get to me? I couldn't believe how impossibly blind they were. But, in truth, I tried to be happy for Itachi. I really did, it just… Didn't work for me.
/End POV/
Sasuke dragged himself to school that morning, walking trough the pouring rain in only his hooded jacket. His eyes were darker than usual, and much colder than anybody expected. His voice hinted hatred at any who would tell him how much they sympathize Itachi's passing. It wasn't what he wanted. It was no where near it once so ever. What he wanted was Itachi to be alive and those other bastards dead. He wanted to feel the warmth of his brother's body, the love in his kisses.
But it was all gone, for good. He'd never be back. All because he was dead, buried deep under the muddy soil. The words left an awful taste in Sasuke's mouth.
/Sasuke's POV/
I don't see why they said they cared. That they understood. Sure, some of them might be able to, But their words are truly sincere. I could see it especially well in her eyes.
"Oh, Sasuke, hey. I was looking all over for you! I'm so, so, SO sorry about what happened! If there's anything I can do tell me, okay?" that pink-haired preppy bitch said, her eyes smiling over me the entire time as if to say 'You're all mine now'.
By then, I had had enough. "You know what? I'm sick of all this shit! You don't really care, you all use this to your goddamned advantage" I hissed angrily through clenched teeth, "You speak the words as if they were poison you want to pit out because they're so deadly. I really don't give a damn what you have to say. I don't want to fucking hear it anymore!" and without looking back, I stormed down the hall and to the front doors. Right back into the still pouring rain, but I didn't even give a damn.
After that, no one dared to mention anything about it again that day. Teachers left me to be, never calling on me or expecting more than given. Most considered it lucky to even get two words out of me, even if they were uncalled for comments. Everyday was the same. I went to school. I gave cold stares, and spoke in simple emotionless monotone all the time. It was me now, all I could do. But, every night I crumbled under the darkness, the overpowering shadows. I fought with myself, cried silent tears of hatred and regret.
But, another day would come and I'd be back to square one.
Sorry it was short -shrug- My mind is crazy when I'm really into a story. I wrote chapter 8 instead of chap. three this morning, so yeah. Don't forget to R&R please!!