Aurthors note: I have a cold D: I can hardly breathe but here I am, writing a new update between naps because this story is my main focus right now XD Anyways, Arigatou for all the reviews and Pm's and gomenasai I took so long to update! I was trying to make this chapter a long one and I'm in one of my funky moods where I erase everything and start over about twenty times because I don't think my grammer is good and it needs more detail T_T Oi, the life of an aurthor!

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Quote of the chapter: Nobody has ever held me when I cried or seen the real me, when someone asks 'are you alright?' I just say 'I'm fine.' and walk away. No one has ever said to me, "No your not." -Unknown.

Song used- Sara's song from Naruto Shippuden movie 4 the lost tower, I aultered it a bit.

Chapter Three- A world of hate

Sasuke had been standing in the same exact spot for quite a few minutes even after the blonde had left. The back of his slim hand pressed gently against his brightened cheek. He could lie and say he had expected the hit but he didn't, who would have? In all of his eighteen years of living on this god forsaken planet he had never, not once been slapped in the face. He couldn't exactly say he blaimed Naruto for doing what he did but he still wouldn't just let someone slap him in the face and get away with it.

He could see from the expression on the younger boys face he hadn't been telling the truth when he said he was alright. He could see the pain in those beautiful blue eyes as clear as day. Though he was sure the one known as Naruto Uzumaki had, had a pretty rough life it was none of his concern. He would admit when he was in the wrong and defend when he was in the right but he shouldn't have snapped at a client like he had.

There were always going to be angry people in this world as long as it existed, he would just have to deal with it. It was unprofessinal to yell at a client, much less call them whiney little bitch bastards...

He silently cursed under his breath and dropped his hand back down by his side. He just wanted to get this day over with so he could go home, take a hot shower, and forget all about today. He would have to get Sakura to get him a new alarm clock before he left though, his old one had bit the dust.

The raven made his way to the front office where Sakura was sitting eating her lunch. It was time for his lunch break but he wasn't feeling very hungry anymore, he would just eat later.

As the day came to a close and everyone had already gone home it was nearing seven in the evening. The sun was starting to set behind the tall grassy mountain tops and a gentle breeze carried the scent of magnolia's through the streets. It felt good to have a breath of fresh air, he'd been inside all day just like every other day that wasn't his days off.

The whole day he'd been trying to forget what had happened with Naruto, push it to the back of his mind and forget. However, he hadn't been able to do that. Throughout the remainder of the day he'd been pleagued with thoughts of the spunky blonde.

One part of him wanted to beat the smart mouthed little shit to a bloody pulp for smacking him in the face and another part of him admired the fact that Naruto had the audacity to actually slap him in the face. The more he thought about it the worse he felt about the whole situation.

Naruto might had been a handfull but he didn't deserve to be called all those names, he was just a teenager afterall. Sasuke should have just held out a few moments longer and the blonde would have been out of his sight for good. Now, he couldn't just let it end like this.

He was having a internal debait rather he should see Naruto again or leave it as it was. By the time he made it home he had decided he would get his number from Sakura tomorrow and call him. He needed to apologize, that was the least he could do.

He closed the door to his car with his foot and quickly made his way inside. It was dark now and the chill biting cold was nipping at his skin, making the hair on his arms stand up from the cold.

He balanced the box of leftover sweets on one arm while he used the other to push the front door open, welcoming the warmth that enveloped him. No one here at the house liked sweets very much but he was sure someone would eat them, the staff if nothing else.

No sooner than he had layed the box on the kitchen counter did his brother come to greet him with a sly smirk on his flawless features. He held his breath and waited for the snide comment that would soon follow that ferrel smirk and he didn't have to wait long.

"I do hope you made it to work on time Sasuke," The older Uchiha started in a montone voice. "I started to wake you but you looked so at peace, I couldn't bring myself to bother you."

Sasuke looked up at his older brother with a glare. If looks could kill Itachi would have been dead long ago, too bad. He threw his keys onto the counter and propped himself up on his elbows.

"I was right on time thank you." He lied. "You don't have to worry about waking me tomorrow, I have a new alarm clock. However, if you ever need me to wake you up..." He smiled slightly at his older brother.

"You can go to hell." Sasuke snarled, grabbing his keys and roughly shouldering past Itachi.

His brother was nothing more than a bastard, he was just like their father. He had always been number one, he'd always been their fathers little puppet. He was glad it wasn't him, he couldn't live a life of faulse expectations and lies, he'd rather be his own person.

Sasuke prayed for the day when Itachi got married and moved out of the house. He had been looking for a apartment near the studio for a few weeks now and couldn't wait to get out himself.

Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to live with a normal family, one with love and care. All this family had was a image thanks to his father and brother, his mother only went along with everything because she didn't have the heart to go against her husband.

Sasuke shook his head, shaking these thoughts away. He didn't need to be thinking about the what if's right now he had to focus on the here and now. And right now he was stripping his clothes off to get into the shower.

Steam from the shower fogged the mirror and dampened his pale skin as soon as he was naked. He didn't bother looking at himself in the mirror, he was fine. So he stepped into the shower, a sigh escaping his supple lips as the steaming water streamed over his tense muscles making them relax.

He leaned his head back so the water ran over his face and wet his hair. Sometimes all you needed to do was relax a little and just let everything go, it was all you could do to keep from going insane.

He couldn't lose sight of himself at times like these. He had to know who he was and what he wanted, he had always known. Sometime thought, he started to doubt himself just like any other person.

Only for him there was no one there to reassure him everything was alright.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

A loud groan echoed through the room before a small hand harshly slammed down on the alarm clock. It was too early for anything he didn't even know why he had set an alarm to be honest. Maybe because his guardian wouldn't wake him even if he begged. He quietly got up from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He didn't want to be too loud and wake his guardian, that would just prove to be a disaster. A disaster he wanted to avoid for as long as possible.

He took a quick shower and changed into some comfortable jeans and a loose t-shirt. The house was your normal 'perfect-lovely-dovey-family-home' sized house that he knew like the back of his hand. He had been living here since he was ten with his foster parent, he was now seventeen.

Those seven years of his life... They had defined him. The other ten had as well but nothing like the last seven. He had never know the dark parts of the world, he had no desire to. Yet, he showed him everything there was to know about them, he was like a fire that consumed everything it touched with it's burning flames, he had found the key and shattered everything there was left inside of him until the pieces were unrecognizable.

He hadn't always been a foster child. He had somehow managed to get lost from his parents when he was eight and he'd never seen them again. He didn't really remember them, he didn't remember their names or their faces, thought sometimes at night when he was laying in bed he could hear this voice in the back of his mind singing to him.

'The light rising above the tower, thoughts boil and run high, a dragon path to be protected, pierced with a shining blade, look at the sky. Sand and wind may rage proud blossoming, bright sun dancing in flowers and never will it die. The light flowing in spirals to the garden where the dragon's claws end, shadows of the olden days...'

It was a weird song to say in the least, but the voice that was singing it was so beautiful. A velvety silk that flowed like the water over a babbling brook. It made his heart strings tug and he would often sit alone in his room after a bad day and sing it to himself in a mere whisper. He often wondered about his real parents.

Did they ever try to find him? Did they remember him? Did they miss him? Did he have brothers or sisters? He had so many questions that he would never get the answers to and it hurt to know that. Were they even alive? Did they love him?

Love... Would he ever know love? What was this myth everyone spoke of, the myth called 'love'? He didn't believe in love. There was nothing to believe in, in this harsh world but bitter darkness. There was no light, there was no day, no sun, only darkness.

Darkness... That struck something in his heart.

Sasuke was trying to be nice to him yesterday yet he had done nothing but be a brat in return. In all honesty the moment he saw Sasuke he was afraid. Intimidated. He couldn't be nice to Sasuke because if he was nice to Sasuke then Sasuke would look at him with eyes he wasn't sure he could handle. He hated seeing so much happiness in someone, it was fake. Everything was fake.

He felt bad about striking him when he had but, he didn't need someone else to say those things to him. He heard how much he was hated and how horrible he was enough from people he didn't want to think about; he knew everything there was to say already. Part of him guessed the reason he had reacted the way he had was because he knew he wouldn't be hurt in return, he could close his eyes and imagine Sasuke to be someone else, someone he hated and someone who hated him.

Him.

No, there was no love in this bitter world. Nothing but dark playgrounds and angry skies, nameless faces that glared at you with so much hate you just collapsed to the ground and screamed your lungs out for this nightmare to be over already, just to wake up and forget the bad dream, but it wasn't a dream, it was life.

And without life he was nothing, he was trained to be this way. He was nothing more than a pathetic lapdog who obeyed his masters every wish or suffered the consequences. A dog that wound up cowering in a corner when someone approached him, whimpering and scampering away. Bearing his teeth and threatening to attack them and not stop until there was nothing left of them but blood, so much blood.

Yes, this was his life. The life of Naruto Uzumaki was one he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy.

He was the only one to blame for all of this, he had broken his and glued him back together, attaching strings and controlling his every move.