hey hey. me again. did ya like the first chapter?-cricket- ok..then. well here's the next one (goes and huddles in a corner mumbling)
disclaimer: Too bad i don't own any of these characters..yet!
chapter 2: To see you don't belong
Sasuke stared blankly at the 36 inch flat screen that hung upon the living room wall. It wasn't on; Sasuke didn't mind. In fact he liked the quiet. He liked the fact that he was all alone in a 10 bedroom mansion. He liked the fact that the maids disappeared whenever he came home and the fact that they were scared..no.. worried when he came home and just stared blankly at them, or their nervousness when they tried to engage him in conversation only to be stared at. Because that's what he did, stare. And he liked it that way, being alone.
Note the sarcasm in that paragraph? I'm sure you didn't because lets face it, who in their right minds don't mind that the persons who are paid to care for you are so afraid of you that they wet themselves on a daily basis? No one, that's who!
Slowly his eyes shifted to the simple clock that hung on the wall. The sound of an engine sounded followed by drunken laughter and the clicking of heels. This only meant three things: 1) Itachi was drunk ..again 2)he drove..again and 3) he brought some equally drunk chick with him..again. the faint jingling of house keys had Sasuke sighing . Itachi was probably trying to find the key hole..again. Running a hand through his hair he opened the door to stare blankly at his snickering older brother and the unwelcome visitor.
" S-sause man, hey" Itachi slurred, his arm around the girl. She was California tanned with waay too much makeup, a tight blouse and a pair of low rider jeans that hung dangerously low on her hips. In other words, she looked like a cheap prostitute. Sasuke grimaced as she smiled seductively at him. Untangling himself from said girl Itachi stepped unsteadily into the house. Sasuke watched silently as he made his way to the couch. The girl smiled when he turned back to face her.
"Hi, I'm Mira-" she began before Sasuke slammed the door in her face.
"Girls" he muttered as he walked back into the living room. The rustling of fabric against denim jeans brought Sasuke's attention to the figure sprawled out on the couch. Finally he could get some rest. Grabbing a blanket from the living room closet he threw it over Itachi and headed upstairs.
Sasuke couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't. Maybe it was the fact that the shadows about the room that crowded around him seemed suffocating instead of the usual comfort he felt being in the dark or the fact that he had to wake up to another 'fun' filled day with Itachi or even the fact that tonight's performance had somehow reopened old wounds that had finally started to fade. But whatever it was, it surely wasn't something worth losing sleep over. Reaching for his I pod he plugged in his head phones and selected shuffle. Turning the volume to full blast he closed his eyes and drifted away.