Bit of a short chapter, but I felt inspired to write, and I wanted to get it all out before it passed!
It was hard being near a person you hated. Hated with such a passion, it felt as if the blazes straight from hell tore through you upon seeing them. As if their very gaze could quite literally shoot a hole through you… And all you could do was stare back, preying to whatever god there was out there in this world that somehow, someway the person before you would just up and burst into flames and never return. Sasuke felt like he couldn't move, like the need to claw out Itachi's eyes kept him glued to the very spot at the opening of the door. Had it not been for Kakashi's soft nudge, he might have just stayed there until Itachi left, but instead he took one more step inside, then another, allowing his doctor room to close the door. "Little brother." The man before him, 23 years of age, who had never once looked upon him with anything more than a look of disgust, was smiling. He gave off waves of bullshit that made Sasuke want to vomit. "Father would have come with me but… He's just been so busy with work." It was the one time he would have actually preferred to see his father, since the man had done nothing his whole life short of being mildly verbally abusive, and get drunk. Itachi on the other hand, had seemed to just make it his mission to make Sasuke's life horrible whatever chance he got… As if Sasuke's happiness made Itachi sick. He never understood why the being before him just seemed to hate him so much, but he never cared enough to question it. It was what it was- and it sucked.
"It's okay." Sasuke felt a switch go off in his head, turning him to auto-pilot. His mouth moving without his permission, words leaving without his knowing. He had better words in mind for the man before him, a rant worthy of hell. But his body and mind seemed to take over- for though his heart ached for the need to lash out, to claw Itachi's eyes out, to make sure he suffered as much as he had all these years in one go… The logical side to him got the better, forcing words from his mouth, forcing his body forward, drawing him closer to the man. He couldn't help but feel as though the closer he got, the hotter his skin grew. The devil incarnate, he thought, that is what stands before me. The imaginary heat radiating off of the older ravens body scorched his skin as he reached out to shake the others hand, a civilized gesture, far too distant for normal family. Itachi looked over Sasuke's head to his doctor, who watched with obvious curiosity, and instead of shaking his head, took it into his own and pulled the younger, more stiff Uchiha into his arms, embracing him briefly and mumbling lies of how much he missed him, loud enough for Kakashi to hear. Sasuke was more than disturbed by the loving gesture he knew was completely fake and forced, his arms having minds of their own, raising and just lightly and stiffly wrapping themselves around his brothers back.
"Not to interrupt this moment, but Sasuke has a scheduled lunch not too far away." Sasuke never thought the sound of another man's voice would have been so appreciated before. His face, absolutely drained from any color it might have once had, brightened the slightest bit. His arms feel like weights to his side and away from the source of a burning heat he found to be growing increasingly uncomfortable the more he stood near him. He pulled himself from Itachi's arms and stepped back, watching the other cautiously, the smile on his face becoming more and more irritating the longer it remained. He hated it. He hated him.
"Hm, it's fine. I have work soon anyways." Itachi fixed his hair, running his fingers through the soft, long locks. Sasuke wondered how he managed to have such long, girly hair ever since he was younger, but due to the fact he and the man had never been on good terms, he never thought to question it. "But I'll visit again soon, so hopefully we'll have more time together." Itachi turned his gaze on to Sasuke, that smile returning as he brushed past him, his hand reaching up and patting Sasuke's hair, as if they were closer siblings than they actually were. Sasuke cringed at the touch somewhat noticeably, earning a smirk from Itachi, who played it off as a joke and proceeded past him. He nodded at Kakashi, who did the same in return after opening the door and waving him out.
"It was nice meeting you." The gray-haired doctor said, all too happily. Sasuke wondered how he kept up such an attitude in such a shit-hole of a place. He was sure a good percentage it was fake, but... How could someone be that consistent with their fake smiles? Surely he must let himself slip from time to time. He was in a place surrounded by people of all kinds, and usually they weren't the most sane. They ranged from the suicidal type, to those who talked to themselves thinking they were a second person all together... Working here must literally have driven him mad, mad enough to be able to smile as he always did.
Never in his life did he think he would actually prefer to be in the lunchroom. The disgusting fucking lunchroom. He wondered if anyone took care of the filth in this place, because it sure as hell didn't smell like it- or perhaps that was just the terrible food. As always, being the extreme sociopath he was, he walked himself to a table off to the side, where he sat with his tray of mush. The woman said it was burger, with french fries on the side. The meal, however, looked nothing like it was supposed to be, and he wondered if they took the cooks straight from a old-timer home. They were probably taking frozen meals and just throwing them into a blender in the back and serving it up. He shuddered at the thought, as he pushed the disgusting puddle of food around with his fork, oblivious to the person who had sat themselves down at the other end of the table. Eyes on his mess of food, all he heard after a short moment or two was a soft 'ahem'. He rose his head, and was met with wide, turquoise eyes. They stared into his onyx pair with intense curiosity and enjoyment, somewhat scaring the poor raven, who rose both his brows and leaned away, clearly confused. "I'm Sakura!" She piped up, narrowing his eyes a bit playfully, as she reached across the table, one surprisingly well manicured hand to be shaken. Sasuke didn't find it in him to take her up on the offer to shake hands, instead just staring at the milky-colored flesh before meeting her eyes again, that seemed to take on a deep sadness at the fact Sasuke refused to touch her. At first the raven didn't understand, until he realized she was still waiting.
He eventually gave in, and took her hand, giving it a very light shake before he dropped his hand very quickly down back to the table. It seemed to be enough to please her for a moment, as she sat back and let her hands drop to her lap. "I've see you around more recently... who are you?" Sasuke blinked at the question, before looking away.
"Sasuke. I just got here." He informed, dropping his gaze back down to his food. If he didn't get a real meal sometime soon, he was going to starve.
"I'm Sakura!" The corner of Sasuke's mouth twitched, looking up, his brows furrowing together, slowly raising his head to look into those overly happy eyes again.
"You said that." The somewhat cold tone to his voice seemed to shoot through the girl like an arrow to the heart. Her immediate change in expression shocked even Sasuke, and he watched as those eyes became glassy with the threat of tears. He didn't even know how to react, and this was the exact reason he didn't want to talk to anyone here. They were all kinds of fucked up, and clearly he hit the jackpot with this one. Her chapped, pink lips began to quiver, lowering her dyed-pink head. "Ah..." Sasuke was frozen. What did he say? What did he do? Should he just get up and leave? But someone seemed to notice and solve the problem for him. A hand came out of what felt like nowhere and pressed itself to the back of Sakura's head, running his fingers through her hair and gently smoothing out the messed up locks.
"Calm down, you're freaking the poor guy out." Sasuke stared at the male, who stood, one hand on Sakura's head, the other in the pocket of his sweat pants. He had dark brown, bushy hair, long enough to pull back into a puffy pony tail. He had a casual look to him, his eyes half-opened, seeming to look at everything as it wasn't that serious. Sasuke liked that. Their eyes finally met, and the stranger brought his hand from his pocket and flashed him a wave, nodding his head.
"Sorry, Sakura's... Sensitive..." He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm Shikamaru." The Uchiha looked down to his food before deciding it will never be eaten, pushing it away before looking back up to the new face.
"Sasuke." He said back with a nod, looking to Sakura who seemed oddly comforted by the hand on her hand, that would occasionally move just the slightest bit over her scalp. He didn't understand it, but who was he to question it. He had his own odd tendencies and problems, so he had no right to really question it, he supposed.
"You're... new here." Like that wasn't obvious at this point, Sasuke fought the urge to say that, and instead just nodded his head a bit. "So, what are you?" The question confused Sasuke deeply, and he looked up to meet those small, dark eyes, that stared at him with mild curiosity. But he seemed to catch the confusion on Sasuke's face, and smirked the slightest bit. "You're in here for a reason, yeah?" Oh, Sasuke thought, his brows furrowing it a bit. It was a bit of a casual throwing around of that question, wasn't it? Sasuke felt the slightest bit irked, but he tried not to let it show.
"Dunno." He answered, picking up his bottled water and unscrewing the top, taking a deep drink to make up for the lack of food in his stomach before setting it back down.
"Oh." Shikamaru seemed amused, turning to look at Sakura, who had finally calmed down, it seemed, and was looking around the room, targeting on a few other people before finally looking back to Sasuke, who seemed to be attempting to distance himself from the two people before him. "Sociopath?" Another question that irked Sasuke, and he wondered if everyone was so casual about this kind of stuff, or perhaps that was just Shikamaru's flaw. Sasuke's brows drew together, keeping his eyes on the table.
While Sociopath probably was on his record, he didn't feel as if it should be a known fact about him. He stood up from the table and looked to the other, offering a small, forced smirk in place of the smile he couldn't quite manage.
"I'll tell you when I know." Sasuke mumbled, turning the slightest bit only to be met with yet another male, who was standing there, both hands in his pockets and a curious look to his dark, strange eyes. Spiky, cropped short brown hair and tanned skin- he didn't look like a lot of the patients here. He looked between people, then did so a second time before looking to Shikamaru for guidance, it seemed.
"He's new." The silent question had been answered, and the dark eyes looked back to Sasuke, before a toothy grin touched his face, flashing oddly sharpened canines top and bottom, like he filed them down himself.
"'Sup? I'm Kiba." He seemed to brighten up within moments, and he too held out his hand to be shaken. Sasuke sighed, and fought the urge to be a complete asshole.
"Sorry, I was just leaving." Sasuke excused himself, leaving a confused Kiba, an apathetic Shikamaru, and a upset looking Sakura behind.
It was the first time he really looked around the lunchroom. There were a number of different people, a lot of which he just completely ignored up until this point. At one table, all alone sat a girl. She had long, dark hair, almost seeming a dark bluish color. Her eyes, the strangest and lightest color he had ever seen, and pale skin. She was reading a book, mouthing the words, and her hands shaking the slightest bit. Two tables away from here sat another two girls, one with messy brown hair, pulled up into buns on either side of her head, munching away quickly at the food before her. Across from her, a blonde, who tied her hair back in some purple lace, light blue eyes half opened and on the table, seeming uncaring for whatever the girl before her was smiling about. Closer to Sasuke as he about left the lunchroom all together, a boy with dark red hair, thick, black lashes and light blue eyes hidden beneath them. He looked up and briefly locked eyes with Sasuke, causing the Uchiha to pause, staring back silently. It wasn't until he realized how horribly creepy it was did he finally walk off.
Everyone here had their own problem, Sasuke was beginning to realize that. He just had to figure out whether it was worth getting involved with any of them or not. . . No matter how much he hated society, he wasn't entirely sure he could stand being alone. Every time he was alone, he just couldn't help but wish for a razor, something to slash his veins open with. Every time he was alone he thought of terrible things... Those people weren't bad people, they were who they were and strangely they were all rather nice. Maybe a tad bit blunt or strange but... Sasuke really had no reason to hate them. He let out a breath, contemplating the pros and cons of meeting new people, as he wandered down the halls. He was thankful no nurse thought it necessary to immediately follow after him, as he made the stretch all by himself down his hall. He stopped at his door, however, pressing his head to it. He didn't want to lock himself away again- which would essentially be what he was doing the moment he stepped in and closed the door behind him. But if he wanted to get out of here altogether at some point, he had no choice. He thought of ways to motivate himself. And most of it consisted of Naruto, since that was all he had to look forward to once he was free from this hell. And that was enough for now, really.
He yanked the door open, and slowly stepped inside, until he heard the door click shut behind him. He let out a shaky breath, looking behind him with red-rimmed, tired black eyes, then looked back to his bed. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be alone.
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