I didn't want to hear anymore. I clamped my palms on my ears, shaking, and scrunched my eyes closed. I slid down to the floor, my back against the bedroom wall.
"You're worthless," he spat, his breath fanning my face. "Just a waste of space."
It was always like this. I didn't ask for it. I used to fight back.
Then I just realized it was useless.
The punches, slaps, and cuts, I could take. They healed eventually, right? The pain went away after a while. But the things he said to me… were excruciating. The scars they left never faded, but just stayed to haunt me.
Daily torment, accusations, and threats.
Actually, it wasn't always like this. There was a time when I smiled willingly. When I wasn't downright terrified to step in my own house. When I practically worshipped the ground my brother walked on.
Now I stayed as far as possible from him.
"Everything's your fault, isn't it?"
A teardrop hit my arm. It wasn't mine.
"Pathetic."
The light switched off, the door slammed. He left me alone, in the dark. It was so lonely.
It was my turn to cry.
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October 2, 1991.
To say this was adorable would be a severe understatement.
I was at loss. What the hell am I supposed to do? Shake him?
At the current moment, I was leaning over my bed, staring intensely at the orange blob of fluff in my bed. Poking it cautiously, I was almost relieved when it made a noise.
Good. It's breathing. I backed up a little, scratching the back of my head. This was going to be so goddamn awkward.
"Um…Naruto?"
The fluffy blob sniffled; I poked his back.
"Na-ru-to." My shoulders lowered, when I saw him shift in my blankets. Then I heard it, a drawn out lazy yawn.
"Haaaaaahn." Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his eyes, his little hands fisted, and blinked a couple times, before turning and staring at me. His azure eyes sparkling, his looked at me wide, his hair ruffled delightfully, a look of pure confusion contorting his features.
There were a lot of things that surprised me about this boy, but this by far shocked me to the point of speechlessness. You'd expect, after waking up in an almost strangers bed, you'd be at least afraid. I was fully prepared for a screaming rapist accusation, but I didn't get one. Instead, I got a squeal and a bone-crushing hug.
"Good morning Sasuke-kun!"
Tensing up, I peered down at Naruto, and caught a whiff of his hair; it smelled like cinnamon, and vanilla…his skin was soft to the touch, and oh lord. His body was so small. Not to mention his was still wearing my clothes…
I felt like such a pervert.
Prying Naruto off me and gazing at his grinning face, I said the only thing that I could conjure up with my already fuzzy mind.
"Um, so…how about I drop you off home?"
I wanted to take back what I said as soon as I saw the look on Naruto's face. His careless grin almost immediately disappeared, his shoulders fell, and the shine in his eyes flickered. He stared determinedly at the floor; he was thinking.
"That's okay. I'll take a bus, I've already caused you enough trouble anyway," Whatever I was going to say was lost, when he quickly added, "Where are my clothes?"
"Um…in the uh…laundry. Across the hall. Third door." Nodding quietly he left the room swiftly. I didn't expect this. Why was he so sensitive on the subject? I just wanted to drop him home… did that offend him or something? Or was it because he wanted to get away from me as soon as possible?
Well I suppose I couldn't stop him. If he wanted to get home on his own, fine. He obviously just wanted to just leave, didn't want to be around a stranger for too long. Whether I accepted the knowledge or not, I knew a small part of me didn't want him to leave. I inwardly scoffed at the thought; I had met this boy not hours ago. He meant nothing to me. Yes, I would never see him again, that flushed skin, those blue diamonds, soft golden hair…
I didn't care at all.
As Naruto marched back into my bedroom, I realized I hadn't even moved from my spot next to the bed, as I was deep in thought. I barely registered a waving hand in front of my face, snapping for my attention.
"Sasuke-kun?" Did he have to say my name like that?
I stared down at his new attire. Extremely worn-out jeans clung to his slender, feminine legs; his orange shirt etched every contour of his curvy body, riding up a little to reveal some of that delicious tan skin—
Oh god. I am a pervert.
Shaking my mental images away, I caught sight of his face. In the rush and darkness of last night's events, I hadn't fully seen details of his face. But now that I did, I immediately regretted it. I knew it was something I'd never be able to forget.
His azure eyes gazing innocently into my charcoal ones, I didn't want to look away. Like the rest of his skin, his face was so beautifully flawless, only slightly marred by faint whisker-like scars across his cheeks. The curve of nose rounded up fox-like, his naturally pouty lips looking even more delectable from so close.
Apparently my ogling wasn't as obvious to him. Instead of hitting me for practically molesting him with my eyes, he had that puzzled look again. Getting slightly annoyed by my lack of attention, his pout increased and he tried to glare at me, but the effects were thoroughly diminished by his dimples, and he just ended up looking insanely adorable…
"Well, I'm leaving…" This finally brought me out of my mental sexual assaulting. For some reason, the thought of him leaving brought a burning feeling my stomach, a feeling I didn't really want to feel. I'm Uchiha Sasuke, I almost never feel anything.
Almost.
"Are you sure I can't just drop you off…?"
He nodded. The feeling wouldn't stop burning. It hurt.
He flashed me one of his exaggerated grins. This time, however, it felt empty; like he had nothing to be happy about. I didn't move from my spot next to the window as I saw him step out of the room.
I didn't move when I heard him march down my staircase. His footsteps were quiet, almost if he didn't want to hear me. They faded.
I didn't move when I listened to the door creak open, then snap shut moments later.
I saw him walk out of my driveway, down the street. He looked so graceful when he walked; it looked so natural, and feminine. Even after he disappeared, I kept expecting Naruto to pop up in my room, babbling away about the most pointless things…
I'll just have to distract myself. Watch TV or something. Cook. Call somebody. Go out.
Naruto was just a stranger. I'll forget him in a day or two; there wasn't anything special about him. And it's not like he'll remember me either, I mean, he doesn't care.
Why would he? I obviously don't. Che. He just wasted my time…
A shrill ringing brought me out of my musings. Glaring at my phone, asking mentally why it dared to interrupt me, I strode over and read the caller ID. I sighed in irritation and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good morning Sasuke-kun! How are you?"
"Just peachy, Sakura." I gritted my teeth.
Ignoring my sarcasm, she continued, "So you know how it's Ino's birthday next week, right?"
"Hn."
"She's having a party at Vienna's, the club you know? On Saturday, at ten. Be there?"
"Who else is going?"
"Umm, Lee, Kiba, Tenten, and I think Temari's gonna drag Gaara there too, and Neji, and OH! Shikamaru! Did you hear him and Ino are going out? I mean finaaaaally, and they're just so cute together and everything—"
I slammed the phone on the receiver. I didn't really want to hear more, especially all this romance stuff. Calculating that Sakura would probably call again, I left the room; I knew her too well. Despite being one of my best friends, she was such a pain. Not as much as before though. When we met in third grade she apparently was "in love" with me and attempted numerous times to sneak into my house, steal my gum from the trash can…I shuddered at the stalking memories.
Then in tenth grade she met this Lee guy and they've been together ever since. Then she blended out a little, and she got much more manageable. She hung out with my group of people, so we saw each other a lot in classes and lunch and eventually Lee asked her out… I was glad for her, and especially myself, but this Lee person was almost as annoying as Sakura. I mean how many irritating people am I going to be forced to be in contact with? At least they're happy.
Sitting outside on my front steps, I contemplated. What the hell am I supposed to do today? It wasn't even noon yet.
I guess I'll just take a shower or something…
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October 2, 1991.
It was almost midnight. At this point it was definitely obvious, since my face was numb and the streets were nearly empty.
I was so tired. After leaving Sasuke-kun's house, I hadn't stopped walking…I'm glad I hadn't accepted his ride offer though. And anyway, where would he have dropped me off? I caused him too much trouble already. Remembering his confused hurt face, I gulped at the memory. I knew I was blushing, and it wasn't from the cold.
He was gorgeous, probably the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. My stomach twisted by just the thought of it. Porcelain skin, it was so pale. Last night, when I stared into the dark abyss of his eyes, I swear I was getting distracted. They were so beautifully dark. And he was tall…and muscular…and so damn rich.
I remembered how big his house was. Two floor building, with at least like thirty rooms, and I haven't even seen his basement. All the furniture was fancy looking, that sofa could probably have fed me all year, or gotten me rent for a month. That reminds me…where am I going to sleep?
A fresh wave of bitter coldness swept through me as the wind picked up, and I was hit by some leaves. I wasn't exactly wearing any winter clothes, just my shirt and old jeans. But new clothes were out of the question. I haven't eaten yet, and I still have no idea where I'll sleep tonight. I sighed. The alleyway? No one would bother me there.
I snuck into the alley, which was thankfully empty. I sat myself behind the trash bin, and groaned in relief. Finally, my legs hurt like hell. And my stomach hurt. I'll find food tomorrow…
Maybe.
Damn those teenagers. They stole all my money, all the money I had left...
So what the hell do I do now?
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October 3, 1991.
I glared at the clock in annoyance, waiting for it to stop clanging. After seven more reverberating bangs, it shut up. I rubbed my temple with the tips of my fingers; goddamn headache. How the fuck am I supposed to sleep?
It was already two in the morning. And my irritation didn't help.
I have a fucked up sleep pattern anyway. The fact that I actually slept last night still baffles me. It's almost as if my bed got ten times softer, and warmer, and my headache instantly flew out the window. Well, I did have an extremely adorable innocent cuddly boy sleeping like a fluffy angel next to me the whole time, but THAT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING.
Pure coincidence. Maybe I was tired from all that swimming. Yeah, that's it, duh.
Where is the orange boy anyway? Probably sleeping in his room. At his house. Che. Whatever it's not like I even car—
I groaned my face into the pillow as I heard my phone ring. Why is someone calling me so late anyway? Without removing my face from the pillow, I felt around on my bed side table for the stupid thing, and grabbed, bringing to my face.
Without looking at the caller ID, I snapped the phone open, and shoved it against my ear, increasing my headache and spat, "What?"
"Good morning, little brother." The man on the other line chuckled mockingly, and I could hear the smirk on his face. My face contorting in pure horror, I threw my phone against at the wall, where it sickeningly crunched and broke to pieces.
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PREPARE FOR THE LONGEST MOST CONFUSINGLY STUPID POINTLESS AUTHORS END NOTE THINGY EVER.
Goddamn I really hate this chapter. Like, really, really, hate it. It took me forever to write, since school started this week. And don't even get me started on the awkwardity of the whole thing.
First…this story is turning out way different than I first planned. But, I do have the plot still fully lodged in my head, and I do intend to finish this, no matter what anyone says or however long it takes. On that note, since I got this horrifying annoying chapter over with, expect the next chapter to come out quicker than this horrifyingly annoying chapter did.
AND SWEET BABY JESUS.
AND I'M NOT EVEN CHRISTIAN.
I can't believe all the feedback I got for my first chapter. Like. Woow.
I just casually (albeit excitedly) checked my account about five hours after I posted the first chapter and I saw that I actually had some reviews, favorites and alerts.
AND THAT'S WHERE MY SUPER NERDY HAPPY DANCE COMMENCED. FOR THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES NOTHING COULD BE HEARD FROM MY ROOM EXCEPT HIGH PITCHING SQUEALING AND THE KNOCKING OVER OF ALL THE SHIT THAT WAS ON MY DESK
Thanks everyone. You honestly have no idea how much this support means to me, even one review would have kept me going. Actually, as I have said numerous times already, I'm going to finish this. NO FUCKING MATTER WHAT, MK?
And at this point I've actually forgotten all the other stuff I have to say. Like. Forreal. I don't even remember.
Anyway, I'll try to update every Friday. Probably, even before that. The next chapter might even be out this weekend.
And thanks for actually reading my story. You made my stupid idiotic thirteen year old self very happy.
/./signoutttt.