Though, I'd still like your opinions!
What else... Ah! This one-sided NaruSasu was completely not in the game plan when I started this. I blame it on Rasengan22, Pho, animehead, and all the other people I can't remember off the top of my head that I've read these past weeks.
A chill down his spine, the arch of his back; pleasure given by familiar, experienced hands. A moan, low and breathy left his lips; a name, a face that was blurred, a word forgotten as soon as it escaped his throat.
A scream; his mother, piercing and shrill and shocked.
Yelling; his father, low and angry and disgusted.
Another chill, fading warmth, a sickening churn in his stomach.
A third voice not his own, low and calm and grounding and heaven and strained against the wordless yelling.
"Mother. Father."
"Get out." His father again; enraged, livid.
"Oh, Sasuke..." His mother, worried unnecessarily.
Those same strong shoulders, graceful, unwavering, disappearing.
Screaming, screaming, SCREAMING; his own.
"I hate you! I hate you! Why! WHY! WHY!"
Sasuke started awake, breath catching on a name he didn't know and tears in his eyes, limbs shaking. He clutched his shoulders tightly, the dream already fading away back into his subconscious. He willed his body to stop trembling slowly, climbing out of bed and making his way to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of coffee out of habit. Not once since these dreams started did he ever get back to sleep after waking from one.
The clock on the coffee pot read 4:17 in the morning. What a way to start the day.
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Sasuke...
"Sasuke..."
"Sasuke, do you think you can join us for just one minute today?"
His teacher's voice broke him out of his thoughts, dark eyes focusing on the man at the front of the room.
"Sorry," he started, feeling too irritable from lack of sleep to know when to quit. "it's just that your lesson is so fundamentally boring that I can't really focus on it. I'd rather watch paint dry. You and I both know I'm going to ace this class, so why are you getting on my case about it?"
He ignored the stares and the shocked silence, gathering his things and standing from his seat. All eyes were on him as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder and walked right out of the classroom.
None of his classes today were even worth going to. He wondered why he even bothered coming to school today, letting out a sigh and stepping out into the crisp autumn air. He took a deep breath, letting the gentle breeze ruffle his hair.
Today, he was going to relax somewhere quiet, maybe even catch up on a little sleep. At least, that was what he'd had planned when he'd stepped out of the school building.
What he hadn't counted on was the principal following him outside to dish out an after school detention for his acting out.
Already his mood was going from bad to worse, and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet.
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It was later that evening that he returned to his flat, frustrated and pissed at the world (or more specifically, his annoying blond friend who had convinced him earlier that week into a party tonight, at which he knew perfectly well said blond would do everything in his power to get him shitfaced). He threw his bag down in the entryway, heading straight to the kitchen for a drink to help him calm down before he changed and headed out.
Flopping down on the couch, he popped open the can, taking a long drink and kicking his feet out under the coffee table, only to hear the sound of crinkling paper. Confused, he leaned down, groping blindly under the table until his hand closed on what felt like an envelope. Pulling the now slightly wrinkled envelope out, he found himself face to face with the letter that had been stuck in his door, too neat handwriting staring blatantly up at him. He'd completely forgotten about it the other day, realizing that it must have fallen off the table when he'd tossed his mail, avoiding his scrutiny and the trashcan all at once.
Giving it a half-hearted glare, he swallowed the sip of soda he'd taken before setting the can down and tearing the envelope open. His eyes scanned the paper inside once, then twice to make sure he read it right. The person seemed frighteningly familiar with him, but he couldn't understand why. He didn't know anyone named Itachi.
'I'll be waiting...' the letter read, 'They're gone now and I've found you again, they can't hide you from me anymore.'
The more he read it over, the more shaken up he got. It sounded like some creepy stalker thing, and he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable about the fact that this Itachi person knew where he lived. Tearing the letter in half, he threw it away, reaching again for his soda only to knock it over, cursing loudly. Maybe he did need to unwind. Maybe getting drunk was just what he needed.
He pushed himself up off the couch, making quick work of changing into something more casual. He chucked the empty can and the paper towels he'd used to clean up the spill into the trashcan, grabbing his keys on the way out the door and being doubly sure to lock it behind him. Didn't want any creepy psycho stalkers greeting his smashed ass whenever he dragged himself home.
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By the time he arrived at Kiba's house (two hours late, no less), the party was already in full swing. A rather tipsy Sakura answered the door, practically draping herself on him as he made his way inside. He shrugged her off, ignoring the dejected pout she gave him in favor of scanning the living room for a certain blond idiot.
Not spotting Naruto, he frowned, making his way through what seemed to almost be the entire senior class toward the kitchen. As he neared the room, a loud shout caught his attention, and he turned toward the stairs, immediately spotting the person he'd been looking for.
"SASUKEEEEEEEEE!"
Despite the night barely being started, it was rather obvious the blond was well on his way to being very, very drunk.
"Hey, Sasuke, get some booze and come on up!" Naruto called, grinning like a fox and making his way back up the stairs without checking to see if Sasuke was following; he knew he would.
Dropping by the kitchen, the Uchiha found himself with a drink pushed into each hand, and with a resigned sigh, he wormed his way toward the stairs to the loud thump of bass blaring from the stereo system. He had to admit, the Inuzuka family wasn't too terribly bad off. They didn't have near as much as the Hyuugas or even Sasuke himself, but they ran a decent business and came up with enough to live comfortably.
He got sidetracked at the bottom of the stairs by Suigetsu, who rambled at him drunkenly for a period of time he really didn't pay attention to. After a while, he realized that he had no idea what the man was talking about, and excused himself to get back to his original plan of following his idiot friend.
At the top of the stairs, he realized that one of the cups in his hands was empty, not quite sure when he'd downed it but not quite caring. Dark eyes looked across the hall, catching a glimpse of blond and making his way to the right.
When his hand was grabbed, he managed to look completely unfazed, though when Naruto started to drag him right back downstairs, he had to wonder just what the point was of him going up in the first place. A muttered 'you took too damn long, bastard!' let him know that it was purely the blond's impatience that was to blame.
"Everybody's dancing," the blond pointed out, which was rather obvious as far as Sasuke was concerned. He had been forced to weave through gyrating bodies to get a drink and make his way upstairs, after all. He lost his second cup somewhere along the way to the mass of people, getting suddenly pulled into the mix by his probably-more-than-just-tipsy best friend.
The blond leaned close, and Sasuke backed up, unnerved by the look in shockingly blue eyes. When his back hit the wall, he was drowning in the steady thrum that vibrated the whole house, but he fully registered the fact that Naruto was pressed up against him. He barely caught the words that were whispered into his ear, only knowing that he was not intoxicated in the least, especially not enough for this.
"Dance with me, Sasuke..."
"Naruto, how much have you-" his words were cut off by lips on his, and no, no he was not drunk enough for this to be happening at all, but by the heavy taste of fruit and alcohol on the tongue that tried to pry his lips apart (and they succeeded, because he was slack-jawed with shock), Naruto definitely was.
Getting his senses back about himself, he placed his palms flat against Naruto's chest and pushed him away. He didn't miss the look of confused hurt in his friend's eyes, but he still turned and started shoving his way through writhing bodies, his head pounding with the beat and his heart racing.
He had to get out. He had to get away. Despite the fact that he'd come to the party to wind down, he'd only managed to get wound up tighter than he'd been earlier, and one drink wasn't enough to keep him from retreating from the blaring music and his confusing, drunk friend back to his car.
They'd talked this over already. They'd agreed to just be friends when Naruto had confessed to him in ninth grade. Sasuke just didn't return his feelings. He didn't know why he'd let the blond drag him to this stupid party.
There was only one place he could really go this time of night to think, and as the engine roared to life, he pulled away from Kiba's house with only that place in mind as he drove. He needed to clear his head, needed to sort things out. Above all else he needed time to himself where the ghosts of his past wouldn't haunt him.
The next chapter is in progress, but I've hit a wall. I also think it may move too fast, but for the life of me, I can't figure out how to fix it. I would blame it on the alcohol, but Sasuke DROVE so he wasn't drunk. When thinking of the party I had originally planned on him noticing the letter and SKIPPING the party, but then that little drunk!Naru bunny bit me and I had to have him go. Then I wanted to have him get really drunk, but then I remembered that he had to drive off...and that the next part (which I'd written beforehand) did not have him acting drunk, so I couldn't have done that unless I rewrote the entire segment (which I'd already done once since I lost it to a power outage). Suffice to say, I may have Sasuke get drunk in the proximity of Naruto in the future of this story just to get that bunny out of the way.
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