It could have been better
Authors Note:
First on the agenda: Sorry it took so long. I have a reason. After I posted to first chapter, I went on an 'orientation camp' for the school I'm going to next year, so I didn;t get around to any typing. Then, it took me a week to type, edit and post. So, sorry that it took two and a half weeks to get there.
Second: I really need a beta. Not that I suck a grammar and punctuation, but I think that you guys are better than me at it lol. Contact me if you're interested kk?
Third: I hope you enjoy the second chapter of 'It could have been better'. Seriously, do you guys even read these?
Word Count: 1570
Chapter two
Sasuke grasped his lunch box closer to him as he opened the door to his home. He could smell dinner, but he wasn't really that hungry. He took off his shoes and left them by the door. He was staring at them when his mother popped her head around the corner.
"Sasuke-chan, you're home." she smiled, but it fell when she saw the melancholy expression he wore. She walked over to him and knelt down so she was eye level with him.
"What's wrong honey? Did something bad happen at the Doctors house? Did they hurt you?" her voice was drenched with worry as Sasuke remained silent. He just stared at the floor, lunch box gripped tightly to his chest, unopened.
"I-I don't like them, mum," he mumbled. He felt like crying, but he wouldn't. He was eight years old and an Uchiha. Uchiha's did not cry. Boys full stop didn't cry. His mother wrapped her arms around him protectively, gently rubbing his back. He gripped her shoulders tightly.
"What did they do Sasu-chan?" she asked softly.
"Mikoto, darling, what's taking so long?" Fugaku (Father) called from the dining room. Mother turned her head towards the door.
"Sasuke came back and he's shaken up a bit." She called back. Father came out and was unnerved by his son's pale face and dimmed eyes. He looked quite frightened.
"What happened son?" he, too, knelt down and placed a hand in Sasuke's hair, ruffling it slightly.
"I've asked him, but only says that he doesn't like them," she whispered. "I shouldn't have sent him over." she sounded like she was about to cry. Sasuke looked up at his parents.
"They scare me," he mumbled. "Their house smells wierd, they have pictures on the wall that are scary and they were playing scary music. They wouldn't talk to me and they don't like me."
"When the doctor came home he was angry and he yelled at me. He told me to go home. Mum, what did I do wrong?" Sasuke turned his watery eyes to his mother, lower lip trembling. His voice wobbled.
"I don't wanna go back, don't make me go back, it's scary." he shook his head, trying to will away the tears.
"You did nothing wrong, he shouldn't have yelled at you," she replied, smiling. "You don't have to go back if you don't want to, okay?" she wiped his tears away with her thumbs, cupping his cheeks.
"Really?" he breathed, feeling the pain drain away.
"Yes, really." she smiled. Sasuke leaped into her arms, the melancholy he was feeling forgotten.
"C'mon, we need to eat." Fugaku stood, a small smile adorning his features. Sasuke nodded.
"Go wash your face and your mother will serve her wonderful cooking." Fugaku smiled as Mikoto straightened up.
"Wonderful? You flatter me." she smiled as he took her into his arms and gave her a peck on the lips.
"Ewww." Sasuke exclaimed. Fugaku chuckled.
"Go, now." he demanded half-heartedly. Sasuke nodded.
"Going!" he ran to the bathroom, all the while he could hear his mother giggling.
"Grown ups!" he sighed, washing and drying his face.
On Sunday, Sasuke woke up at ten, late for him because he was usually up by seven. He yawned tiredly and rubbed his eyes to get rid of the sleep sticking to his eyelashes. He stretched and got out of bed, a little bit noisier considering he was still a bit tired.
After his shower, Sasuke dressed himself in a tee-shirt and shorts as the weather was fast becoming warm. Soon he'd be allowed to have the fan on.
Upon entering the lounge room, he found a strange sight. There was no one around.
"Mum!" Sasuke called, going into the kitchen. "DAD!" he yelled. There was no answer on either occasion. He went back up the stairs and ran to Shisui's room, frightened that something bad had happened to his parents.
"Shisui." he called softly, opening the door slightly.
What he saw shocked him. Said older boy was making barely concealed noises of pleasure while touching himself.
Sasuke froze, door slightly ajar, unable to look away. However, far from noticing he was being watched, Shisui continued on with what he was doing and with a final grunt stilled, breathing heavily.
Sasuke continued to watch as white stuff leaked over his older cousin's hand and his breathing evened out. Only when the older male reached for the tissue box on the nightstand did he notice that his previously closed door was slightly open and a large back eye was looking at him, unblinking.
Seeing that his cousin had noticed him, Sasuke yelped and ran as fast as he could back to his own room. He had a feeling that he shouldn't have seen what he just had.
After five or ten minutes of worrying himself silly over what he had seen, he heard a knock on his door.
"Uh...." his voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Can I come in?" Shisui asked calmly from the other side of the door. Sasuke nodded mutely, then turned it into a head shake as he realised that Shisui couldn't see him.
"Uh...yeah" he spoke quietly, though just loud enough for his ably eared cousin to hear him. The door opened and Shisui came though and closed it.
He was blushing, Sasuke thought wistfully.
However Sasuke too was flushing with embarrassment.
The older Uchiha sat on the bed in front of Sasuke, looking quite disturbed and uncomfortable. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"Sasuke-chan," Shisui began softly. "What did you think you were doing? You don't go in to people's rooms, unless it's an emergency, without knocking." he reprimanded the young Uchiha's whose gaze was averted to the sheets.
"I-I know that, but I was scared." Sasuke admitted sheepishly, embarrassed by his own foolishness.
"Scared of what?" Shisui asked softly. Sasuke began to fidget with his sheets. However he said nothing.
"C'mon Sasuke, we all get scared, I'm sure its nothing to be embarrassed about." Shisui
smiled.
"I couldn't find mum and dad," Sasuke mumbled. "And I was scared 'coz they've always been there. So I tried to find you and I thought it would be okay, but then I saw you." he scrunched up his face in frustration.
"What were you doing?" he asked, big black eyes coming up to meet Shisui's curiously.
If it was possible, Shisui just invented a brighter shade of red. Sasuke tried to hide his laughter at the embarrassed look on his cousins face.
"I don't think your mother and father would appreciate me letting you know." Shisui murmured, rying to avoid giving his eight year old cousin 'the talk'.
Sasuke folded his arms and pouted.
"Everyone always says that I'm not supposed to know stuff." he grumbled. "Please" Sasuke
crawled halfway into Shisui's lap, invading his cousin's personal face space with his own.
He looked up at Shisui's with pleading eyes, head was cocked to the side cutely.
"Please." Sasuke pleaded. Shisui grumbled.
"Okay." he conceded, sighing. Sasuke smiled widely.
"Yay!" he sat back in his original spot.
"Okay, what you saw...." and Shisui explained it as well as he could to his naive eight year old cousin.
(The following weekend)
Sasuke had been avoiding Shisui for the whole week and, it had been working, considering he went to bed after everyone and left for school whilst they were working. However, now it was Saturday and he had only sixteen hours left of Shisui free time.
Having learnt that his mother and father enjoyed going into the town on Sunday's, he had no choice but to spend the better portion of Sunday with his weird cousins and their even weirder friend.
He hated to admit it to himself, but it might be more advantageous to make friends with the weird kids.
"Mum!" he called out, racing to the kitchen to find his mother.
"Yes hun," she poker her head from around the pantry, trying to figure out what to cook for lunch. He bowed down respectfully to her.
"I know that after what happened last Saturday that your think I don't wanna go back, but I really wanna try and be friends with them. Can I go back today?" he asked. He peeked up and saw his mother look severely at the can of soup she had in her hand.
"Okay, honey." she replied reluctantly. The way Sasuke had looked when he came back had scared her. She had to let him go, but she was scared he might be hurt again.
"Thanks mum." he smiled and ran to give her a hug. She hugged back tighter.
"Stay safe and if you feel scared at anytime, just come home and tell me or your father, okay?" she looked him in the eyes. Sasuke nodded.
He then put his shoes on and ran out the door, slowing down to a steady walk once he was far enough away to not want to go back. He checked his pocket.
He had the ball his great aunt had given him for Christmas and thought it might be a good thing to show Suigetsu.
I really hope we can be friends, he thought, it's bound to be better than Shisui. He shuddered when he remembered what his cousin had told him. Even if they're weird, I bet none of them do that.
He smiled at his thought.
TBC
I know where this story is going, I have it all planned out, but I need to focus more on the plot, other than rushing in to it. If it's a bit slow, then review and tell me to hurry up. Also, the rating will be well deserved when later happens. Until next time, ja ne.
