.:Life is One Big Book

Chapter 2: Twins?

Later that night, I had tried hard to think of something new to write. In the presents of my books, crumpled pieces of paper on the floor and my messy bed, I hovered over my laptop typing away. My fingers had never stopped working since I had gotten back from the park which was about five hours before and I never left the chair I was sitting in. My clothes were the same, I never changed and my toque was replaced by my favourite white trucker hat.

I didn't know what had gotten into me but I wanted to write so badly. Something about that Sasuke boy's problem gave me the perfect idea for a story. It would be my most masterful piece yet, at least for now. I might write something much greater but for the time being, it'd have to do. Most people didn't care whether it was the greatest book in my series so why would I care anyway.

"Uchiha," I said to myself. That name sounded very familiar to me somehow. In a way it was like saying something dangerous. Something in my mind was nagging me and I couldn't quite get my tongue on it. It just sent a sort of alert feeling all over my body. I didn't like it. It was like being watched but it varied.

"Who is that boy," I whispered as I placed my chin on top of my palm, leaning onto the table that held my laptop. The desk too was filled with messy things, not just my floor. This time though, it carried empty plates and cups from the passed hours. That's more proof that I didn't get up yet from my seat since I got home.

I was actually quite intrigued by the boy when he told me how he felt for the girl we saw today. I could clearly see his motives and passion through his eyes. Although dark and mysterious, his eyes showed great kindness and sincerity. And either it was his personality or just him, I liked him, he seemed like a really good kid to me. Any girl would be pretty lucky to have him fawning over her. Then again, today when we were walking to the café, many girls turned and looked at him adoringly. It was amazing how he could just walk by and every girl suddenly falls in love with him.

I had my reasons for writing the book and those weren't going to be told out to the public anytime soon. Secrets were meant to be kept secret and I plan to keep things that way for a little longer. Even Sasuke can't know why I'm writing this story besides trying to convince him he can get the girl. He can get the girl of his dreams if he tries. But he can only get this girl if he plays by my rules.

Time and the lack of sleep were getting to me. My laptop was plugged into the wall so it could last way longer than just two hours. I wish I was like that. I wish I was just able to be plugged into the wall to stay awake. My fingers were getting numb from the continuous typing and my feet were freezing because the heater wasn't on. All that separated my feet from the biting cold were my socks. If I was able to be plugged into the wall, I bet I would be as warm as a dog cuddled up by its owner. Unfortunately, I wasn't like that but I had to work with what I had.

I looked at the time and decided to turn in for the night. I began to turn off my laptop. I looked right at the screen. It was taking a while to turn off. "You don't want to sleep either do you," I said to it, half expecting it to answer back. It soon died down and I was left in a silent, untidy room.

The storm that brewed just outside by window bashed against it as if asking for entry into my small home. Scratching could be heard at my window from the trees and their monstrous claw-like branches. As they swayed back and forth, the moonlight gave the branches silhouettes on my bedroom floor. It was as if there was a creature in my room that was waiting to pounce out into the clear. Since I was very young for I had grown up being taught that monsters will never exist. I knew better. Until today, I knew monsters existed, both in imaginary life and reality. Monsters always lay dormant in every human being.

I got undressed and slid under my amazingly warm covers and instantly fell asleep. But in the back of my mind, I still couldn't stop thinking of the silver-haired girl that was in the park that day.

In the middle of the night, around three o'clock, my phone rang. I groaned thinking who would be calling at this time of the night. I waited it out, unable to get up and hoping that who ever was calling would give up and go to bed. I waited and waited but the caller was very persistent. I got up, searching ungainly for the phone. I didn't even bother to turn on the lights. I grabbed the phone and picked it up, The sudden cease of the ringing was like music to my ears.

"Hello? Who's this?" I said groggily.

"Mr. Martin! It's me Uzumaki Naruto! I'm calling all the way from America." It was Naruto. I should've known right after he screamed 'Mr. Martin' out on the phone.

"Why are you calling so late?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot it was early morning there," I heard him laugh sheepishly. "Sorry but I just wanted to know if Hisakata was doing well."

"Yeah I saw her today in the park. She has grown up into a beautiful young lady. Why do you ask?"

"Guess what? I'm visiting there. I wanted to see her again. Dad said it would be good for me to go back to my hometown while he went on a business trip," he laughed again before he said, "He said I would wreck everything if he left me alone. Isn't that weird?"

I just suppressed a chuckle. "Yeah very weird." I replied sarcastically. This boy was always so enthusiastic. Then it hit me. "Oh no,"

"What? What happened? Hello?" he sounded very worried over the phone and I couldn't believe I had just said that out loud. The image of the girl from the park came to mind again. I hadn't heard that name in the longest time but just hearing it triggered a memory in my head that I almost completely forgotten.

Long ago, I had gone to the park and I saw Hisakata there but she was younger then, maybe around two years had already passed since I saw her. I talked to her for a little bit, finding out so many little things. She said there was this boy that had proposed to her not long before. She knew he loved her very much and he was very kind and sweet but she didn't want to break his heart. She also said that she had no one anyway and thought she could probably learn to love him in time. She looked really sad though. She had fantasized about having the perfect love life and what she was going through definitely wasn't like it at all.

This boy on the phone was him.

"Oh um, it's nothing Naruto. When will you be coming?" I asked rather frantically. I should've remembered earlier. I mentally scolded myself.

"Around next Saturday. I can't wait." I could tell Naruto was looking forward to this trip and I couldn't just tell him he couldn't come.

"Well, I need to go uh, use the washroom right now so I'll just see you next Saturday at the airport. What time?" I can't believe this is happening, I thought worriedly.

"Around seven o'clock pm there."

"Okay then, see you there Naruto. Nice talking with you." He was about to say bye but I just hung up, cutting him off.

This was not good, not good at all. I thought he was gone for good. He didn't seem to have any plans of coming back. His father, oh yes his father, I remember him. I had a good childhood with him. He was one of my idols. Right now he's probably in his golden ages but I bet he still has the kindest smile anyone could ever see. I liked Naruto but it's the fact that he's bent on marrying a girl that doesn't even love him. I know the girl very well too. This was a complicated situation.

Then I thought for a moment and another flash of memory came into mind. Sasuke's got some competition, in more ways than one.

Since last night, I couldn't get back to sleep that easily. My mind was running with thoughts on how to get Naruto away from Hisakata in time for Sasuke to make his move. I was really against this 'I'm going to marry a girl that doesn't even love me' stuff. She was too kind and loyal to be in this situation. She should marry the one she loves.

That's why I'm here. It's my job to keep her safe. Sasuke won't understand my reasons I have for protecting her but he will soon find out, within time.

I walked as fast as I could to the park yet again for that was where Sasuke said he would be. The day before he said he would be honoured to read my writing before the time I hand in my manuscripts. A loyal young man, I liked that. He was perfect but then again, I only met him once and for a short period of time. Talk about good first impression.

I glanced at my watch and which my jean jacket was covering. My hooded sweater underneath doubled the thickness but then again it was a cold day. I was late. I still had a couple more blocks to go plus I needed to drop off my letter to Naruto at the post office. The letter was nothing special, it just said what time I would be picking him and up and at letter to his father about me taking care of him.

I stopped abruptly and turned into an alley. This was the fastest way to get to the park but also one of the darker parts of town. I had nothing to worry about probably, because it was bright and early. The rats and sewage was clearly visible in the sunlight and the dumpers were already cleaned out so there were no garbage pieces on the floor. No one would be here at this time, or so I thought.

On the other end of the alley there were two men, one really tall guy with shark like features and the other shorter but looked oddly familiar.

"Sasuke?" I couldn't resist asking myself. "I thought he was in the park," I looked over to my right and there it was the post office just a block away, but for some reason, I couldn't move. My body and mind was glued to the spot while watching the young man who I utterly thought was Sasuke. After looking in the direction of the post office for only a split second, I looked back at the scene that had appeared before me involving the Sasuke-look-alike and his big friend.

My body had a mind of it's own for a few seconds later, it decided to walk over to take a closer look at what was happening. The alley was empty besides the two men, the other one that had his back to the brick wall and of course me. It didn't seem like anyone was coming any time soon.

I crouched behind an empty dumpster just within earshot of the three. My sight had never left them since the slight glance at the post office, for reasons unknown.

Even though I was within earshot, I couldn't hear so much as the tapping of their shoes on the cold, watery cement floor. They seemed to be have talking in a quiet voice for a reason though because the man that had his back plastered onto the wall was whimpering like a scared and lost dog. He didn't seem to have any courage to stand up for himself against the other two men. I wasn't sure on what was actually happening but what I saw next got me in edge.

The tall shark-faced man stepped up right in the whimpering man's face and probably said something dangerously frighten for the man fell into a sitting position in a dirty puddle. The man didn't seem to care though. He seemed to be in deep shock. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have happened but as the other two began to walk away, I felt the urge to check out what really happened.

The two men walked out around the corner of the alley and disappeared out of sight. I thought this was the perfect time to go up to the guy on the floor. Ever since the other two walked out, he didn't move at all. Not even in the slightest. I couldn't even imagine what that shark man might've said to cause this man so much astonishment that he couldn't even move.

I got out from my crouched position with great difficulty. My legs had suddenly gone numb. It pained me so to get up and start running but I had to do it, after all, my meeting with Sasuke was running late.

I ran slowly but surely towards the man. There was a slight limp in my movements and for all I knew, I could've had the face of a person who had just woken up with a hangover. As I got closer, the man didn't seem to notice my presents so I decided to make myself known.

"Hello, Sir." I said as politely as I could. "Is everything okay here?" I said trying not to make it obvious that I had seen almost everything that had just occurred. The man didn't even lift his head up. His head was hanging down his front side while his legs and arms dangled on the sides. Now that I had a closer look, he was significantly dressed, as if he was a very important man. Rich. His suit was black while he had a red tie and a white polo shirt under the midnight coloured jacket. His hair seemed all ruffled up and his jacket was unbuttoned. I noticed he had a shiny silver watch on his left arm that seemed mightily expensive. All in all, without seeing his face, he looked about mid twenties, about ten years younger than me. I really didn't know what he had to do with those two guys.

"Sir, are you okay?" I asked once more. After he didn't answer me, I took a hold of his shoulders and shook him lightly. No answer. This was starting to scare me. "Sir? Sir!" I shook harder. Still no answer. I crouched down once again in front of him. I still couldn't see his face. When I knelt, I almost lost my balance so I used my hand to keep me straight. When I felt like I had my balance again, I brought my hand back to the man's shoulder.

There was blood on my hand.

Without a single breath, my head swung down and looked at the puddle that I was crouching in and the one that the man was soaked in. Blood. Pure red blood splattered everywhere. I shot up immediately and moved away from the puddle in disgust. My right palm was completely covered in blood while the bottoms of my white shoes were turned from grey to dark red.

I looked around frantically for anyone to help me. "Help! Anybody help!"

No one came.

"Okay, get a hold of yourself." I said to myself. I bent down again, trying not to get my pants all covered in blood. I looked around his body for any sign of a stab. I look to his left side, nothing. I looked to his right side, nothing. I cringed at the thought of actually having to lift the guy up to look at his back. I had to do it. I got up and carefully slung one of his arms around my shoulder as I grabbed his waist. When he was secure, I pulled with all my might.

There it was; the wound.

I was ready to see a knife sticking out of his body and I knew what it was going to look like, but when I saw this stab, it was hard to imagine what this guy had gone through.

There was a large cut on his back, the size of a clipboard but very deep. "What could've made such a wound?" I examined his back much more thoroughly and found that he was stabbed various times in different areas of his body.

Then I saw five holes, all of the same size on his lower back. Four of the holes were closer together while the other one was left alone, exactly the same as a hand formation. I took a closer look, although I really didn't want to get any closer to the dead body. They were pretty deeps those holes. Only claws could makes holes as deep at those.

I put the man back in the position I found him in and checked for a pulse, to see if he really was dead. Indeed, there wasn't even a hint of a heart beat. Rough day for the guy.

I got up slowly and stepped back to give the dead body some space. I walked away cautiously, hoping those two men were long gone. I went in the direction of the post office and dropped the letter I wanted to send. All the while, the image of the man never left my mind. It haunted me, even the feeling that the two men gave off were very uncomfortable. It seemed very, how would you say it, evil? That seems to be the best word for it.

As I walked away from the post office slowly, I took out my cellphone and dialed 911. By the time I got to the end of the block, I could hear police sirens in the distance.

"Rest in peace."

REVIEWS. OMG I hate highschool XD. Too much work. SCIENCE. I DISPISE SCIENCE. Too much work. projects left right and center DUE THE NEXT DAY. Like literally. Geez -- anywho. One of the writers here on ebullience-JJ has kept track of my writers block. 1 MONTH and counting haha. Anyway HikariStar77 also got me going on it again, after jump starting me with a talk. Not lecture talk but you know, talk. Hahah anyway, read her stories too .. OH and ebullience-JJ's story(ies) will MAYBE make you cry. TRY IT OUT.

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