Ohaiyo~~ sorry this new chap took so long, and im sorry to say the next one will not be much faster -" gomen! but anways...this chapter has some abuse trigger stuff, so if u cant handle it, please stop reading for ur own good! ^_^ anyways...enjoy guys!
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Sasuke sat at the lunchtable, alone, eating a pack of Fun Dip he found on the ground unopened.
A mild headache had been bothering him the entire day, most likely from the alcohol he had drunk the previous night, and the sugar only seemed to worsen it. So much had happened only a day before that he hadn't quiet processed it all. The breathing DJ booth, horde of bees and yellow boy seemed more like a blurry dream than a memory.
Absentmindedly he ate the entire candy stick and realized he was fucking idiot because now he had nothing to scoop the powder up with.
'Ass dicks' He said to himself.
His train of thought was interrupted by a startling blow to the face.
"SASUKE! YOU FUCKING DICKHOLE WHY DID YOU DUMP ME OUTSIDE THE
7-11?!"
Sakura stood there, fuming with anger but noticeably tired. She had on a giant hoodie and sunglasses, probably to cover up her hungover appearance.
"Hey Sakura, lower your voice for once in a lifetime," Sasuke replied whilst pouring colorful powder into his mouth and over the table.
"Fuck you you piece of fucking ass die die die in a hole I fucking hate you so much," Sakura not-so-quietly muttered as she sat down a seat away from him.
It was silent for a moment and then she continued speaking.
"I woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning on the WET CEMENT outside of 7-11, and when I reached my house I noticed I forgot my PURSE AND KEYS so I had to CLIMB THROUGH THE WINDOW, HELLA HUNGOVER, TIRED, AND fucking WET! SOUND FUN, SASUKE?!"
"It's not my fault or problem that you're a 18 going on 50 year old dried up alcoholic," Sasuke snapped, all the while focusing on his Fun Dip powder.
"It'd be NICE if you could drop me off at my HOUSE LIKE A DECENT PERSON." Sakura was about to continue but stopped. "I'm too hungover for this shit."
She put her elbows on the table and covered her face, running her hand through her messy pink hair. Sasuke wisely keep his mouth shut to prevent another outburst.
"Know what?" Sakura said out of the blue, propping up her head, "I'll forgive you if you go to the bathroom with me right now and hold my hair up while I puke."
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It had been two weeks since the incident at the club. Things were mostly back to normal for Sasuke, he was still smoking pot with Sakura, his grades still sucked, and his family life remained shit. However, he did see Naruto in the halls occasionally and they'd wave to each other. It was like a little reminder that the day at the club actually happened.
"Well, a good way of coping with stress is counting all the good things in your life that you're thankful for," the counselor said, folding his arms, "So, give me some examples."
Sasuke scratched his head. "Hmmmmm. Well, let's see...I'm thankful for...well...not much, really."
"There has to be something."
"Dank weed...Fun dip...cats...Sonichu...Naru-" He stopped short, feeling sudden heat on his face. The counselor gave him a look as if he has saying 'Aren't you going to finish what you were saying?'. He rubbed his temple and continued. "N-Nards. I'm thankful for my glorious nards."
The counselor furrowed his bushy eyebrows in response but quickly straightened his expression. "Those are all...material things. How about a good friend? A special family member? Or maybe something you're really good at?"
Sasuke shrugged. He couldn't really think of anything on the top of his head.
"I think you need more confidence in yourself, it really will help you."
"I AM confident. I'm fucking awesome, I know that."
"Name one thing that makes you awesome."
"Hmmm."
He sat there for a while. It was true, he really couldn't think of anything. What was the thing that made him superior than everyone else? What was the thing he'd prided himself on for years?
"I mean, I guess I'm like only one of the 'real' people at school. Everyone else is like fake and stuff."
The counselor took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows like Sasuke was some kind of arrogant grunge kid. After a moment of silence he attempted to justify his opinion.
"I mean, like, so many posers ya know? They think they're better than other people. The guys in their stupid jock jackets or fake swag shit. Girls in their basic bitch uniforms. Ten, twenty years ago it wasn't like this. Why wasn't I born in the nineties or something?."
"Actually, it was 'like this'. Throughout all of history or schooling, we've all had to deal with peer pressure and forced trends. All you can do to escape it is to be yourself."
"Yeah, I dO. It's just annoying seeing all these posers, in their fake little Barbie and Ken lifestyles."
"I have a lot of kids who come to me for counseling. Not everyone is happy here."
"I guess but I-"
The bell rung. School was over. He shuffled out of the office, not caring to finish his sentence.
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Sasuke opened the door to his house. His mom was on her usual place, beer in hand watching Nascar. He grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard of the kitchen and walked to his room, his cat scurrying out of the way.
His brother was sitting on his bed, snorting coccaine like he owned the place.
"ITACHI!" Sasuke screamed, his voice cracking. He scrambled over and attempted to him off, puffs of white powder flying as the bed sheet shook.
"'Sup bro, I'll be staying here for a week. What's new? Got a girlfrien-"
"ITACHI GET OFF MY FUCKING BED"
He smiled and did a line smugly. "I'll be staying here on your bed. You can sleep on the floor, gaywad."
Sasuke got a coat hanger from his closet and smacked his brother with the metal side. "OFF."
Despite the force in the hit Itachi hardly seemed fazed. "Fuck you, you little homo. This is my bed now."
"Sleep on the couch, asshole," Sasuke snapped, "And don't do that shit in my room."
"Mom's couch? No fucking way. And I know you do drugs in here, I can smell pot in your bedsheets, queer."
"Shut the fuck up and don't call me that."
Itachi was one of the few people that could really piss off Sasuke, he always seemed to know exactly how to anger him. When he was around him he turned from a cynical asshole to a bratty child.
"Hmmph. Why don't you sleep outside, actually? You belong there, fucking gay dog," He snapped and returned to his cocaine.
"Don't spread your stupid redneck views on me, you, you...fucking...inbred." Sasuke struggled with comebacks, anger burning his quick thinking.
"Nice try, I'm not even gonna question the logic on that one," Itachi said matter-of-factly, "Hey, get me a beer."
"Hellll no."
"BEER. NOW."
"I hope you get run over by a car," Sasuke mumbled as he trudged to the kitchen. Itachi always won these things. If he wasn't so scared of his brother he wouldn't let him push him around.
He returned with a can expired by a few days (the best revenge he could pull). Itachi snatched the drink and opened it eagerly.
"Why are you even here? Mom and dad secretly hate you, did you know that?" Sasuke asked snidely, sounding more childish than he expected.
"At least I graduated. Don't know about you buddy, I'd like to see you become the first super super super senior in your school. It's FATE." Itachi did a sarcastic amazed expression.
"Eugene Dunwall already achieved that," He replied. It was a pretty lame reply.
"How about the first one who's GAY?"
Sasuke knew he'd say that. Silently he put his backpack back on and walked out the room. He couldn't think of any good shade and decided he needed time to think of good insults.
He exited the house and decided to head to Sakura's house for ideas.
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"Wow, your brother sounds like a dick," Sakura replied as she took a hit from her bong.
"Yea, I know right? And he always gets the last word. He always wins the argument. And what he says isn't even clever. He just calls me gay and orders me around, but it still pisses me off."
"I can see how you're related."
"Fuck you, I'm nothing like Itachi. He's a stupid redneck who does coccaine."
"You're an arrogant liberal who smokes pot. They're kinda the same in a way."
Sasuke grunted in reply, searching for words. "Anyways, he treats Sugarpuff like total shit. He keeps kicking her and throwing her around like a jacket or something."
"Sugarpuff? Oh, that retarded cat you adopted."
"It's called MENTALLY CHALLENGED Sakura. She's not retarded. She the most adorable little kitty ever with her little soft paws and fuzzy tail-"
"-Who poops all over the floor," She finished.
"ENOUGH. I'M SICK OF YOUR ATTITUDE SAKURA."
"Ok, ok, sorry. But back to your brother. What are you gonna do about it?"
"Well, basically I need him to back the fuck off. Whenever he visits he takes over me and Sugarpuff's personal space and insults me. It pisses me off. I need the best shade ever so he'll never ever bother me again."
"Ok, well he's a redneck right? And a druggie. What else is bad about him?"
"He's got big ass eyebags, I could fill it with like 50 boxes of off-brand cereal from Grocery Outlet."
"Ok."
"Also he smells bad, like a dead prostitute."
"Ok."
"He's STUPID. He cheated through highschool."
"Ok."
"And he lives in Canada."
"Uh. Ok."
Sakura took another hit and Sasuke lit his joint. Ideas flooded through his brain too quickly to register. But then it came it him.
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"Ooookay. Which brand has the most preservatives?" Sasuke mumbled as he ran his finger across the products. Flour was lined up orderly begging to be chosen with their colorful shouting logos.
Sakura stuggled to pick up a heavy bag and read the ingredients. "This one has stuff from the Periodic Table in it."
"Oh yeah, that's perfect," He beamed before being handed the sack.
They walked to the checkout after picking up some assorted munchies. Sasuke felt a vibration in his pocket. He made an unnaturally high shriek. A text from Naruto!
'ey dawg wanna hang'
He thought he'd forgotten about him. He had no idea this would happen.
A bizzare adrenaline hit him like lightning. He slammed his fist on the counter so hard he thought the bones would shatter on impact and took Sakura's shoulders, shaking her violently.
"HOLY SHIT NARUTO TEXTED ME HE WANTS TO HANG OUT" He screamed into her face, shocking the cashier.
"Cool," She replied in an uncaring tone.
"Sakura, do you not understand how fucking crazy this is?"
"Meh. Let's go." She grabbed the bag of groceries and handed them to Sasuke.
"Wait, I need to reply."
'helllll yeaaa dude. where & when' He typed into his crappy little phone, before shoving it back into his pocket.
Sasuke ran out the store practically bouncing while Sakura walked behind him. The impact from his feet to the cement parking lot felt fucking amazing. The air slapped his face in the most satisfying matter.
"YEAHHHHHHH" He pulled a bag of chips out of the grocery bag, threw it on the ground and drop kicked it. Potato chips flew into the air and shattered in a strangely delicate matter, crumbs raining like confetti.
"SASUKE, YOU FUCKING PUS MAGGOT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING," Sakura screamed. She ran up to him and punched him in the back with surprising force.
"BITCH." He was about to throw a shopping cart but decided against causing a scene.
They walked to Sasuke's house in an angry silence. Sakura dragged her feet across the ground like a whiny child. As he opened the front door the smell of his disgusting brother invaded his nose. Itachi sat on the floor by his mother, sharing beer and watching MTV.
"'Sup queer," He snapped, eyes glued to the screen. "Who's this?"
Snorlax- I mean, Sasuke's mom finally interjected into to her sons conversations for once. "That's Sakura, your brother's girlfriend." She finished her sentence with a disgusting burp.
For several years Sasuke was pretending Sakura was his girlfriend to cover up his sexuality. It was an awkward situation.
"Girlfriend hmm? Sounds fishy to me." Itachi snickered, giving them a smug look.
"Shut up you fucking trailer trash. Y-you fuckin'... remind me of th-the trash princess from the Muppets Wizard of Oz." The blackette scrambled for his words and failed.
"Don't think I'm the princess here."
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"FUCK!"
Sasuke slammed the door to his room and paced back and forth until he got dizzy. He was so angry Sakura actually kept her mouth shut and started eating some Cheetos.
"Aw shit, aw shit...aw, shit, fuck. Shit." Violently he rummaged through his brother's suitcase. "Where's his stupid drugs?!"
All sorts of things were in there. Condoms, OxyContin, razors, an old gameboy, prescription bottles...all of which Sasuke carelessly threw out of the suitcase.
"Calm down," Sakura said, mouth full of food.
"Fuck no. You don't know what he's done man, you don't fuckin know."
"Meh." She shrugged.
At the bottom of the suitcase, hidden in a box of instant coffee was a small ziplock bag filled partway with cocaine. He took pulled it out and stared at it. It looked basically like flour, maybe less fine. Either way, it was convincing enough. He dumped the cocaine into another baggy and stuffed it into his shitty hidden backpack pocket, the one he had made a while ago with a steak knife. It was actually pretty well hidden and only Sakura knew it existed.
Angrily he tore open the bag of flour, a white cloud escaping as the paper ripped. He pinched the opening to make a pitcher shape and poured flour into the ziplock bag.
"There!" He wiped his flowery hands and put everything away. His anger subsided and he felt much calmer. His moment of zen was broken by another text message. Sasuke whipped out his crappy phone immediately.
'hhaha...idk man, i just wanna get highhh'
Great, Naruto was obviously out of it. But that didn't stop Sasuke. He texted back his address eagerly. He'd never felt so light hearted. But his moment of happiness was broken when Itachi practically broke into the room. Sasuke scrambled onto his bed and sat there innocently.
"'Sup fag. Get off the bed." Itachi gestured his hands like he was instructing a pet.
"Sure thing, my dearest brother." He hopped off and kept a fake smile on his face that was much creepier than intended. Sakura watched silently like she were in a theatre.
He glared at Sasuke suspiciously. "What the fuck did you do, you little shit?"
"Oh, nothing at all." The atmosphere was tenser than...well, never mind.
Itachi grabbed his neck and pressed in his fingers, effectively shutting off any air. Sasuke gasped for air like a fish out of water.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" He let go of his brother violently, slamming him into the wall. Where the hell did he get that strength?
"I DIDN'T DO JACK, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE ITACHI."
Sasuke rubbed his temple and glared, crouching in the corner of his room. His impulse to get right up and punch Itachi in the face was succeeded by the anticipation of the prank.
Itachi threw himself onto the beg and pulled his suitcase onto his lap. Sasuke watched as he took out the 'cocaine' and carefully lined up little piles on a book cover with his razor. He lowered his head and lifted the book until his nostrils met the fine powder.
Sasuke fought back a smirk, whilst Sakura donned a poker face and left the room, and presumably the house. He couldn't wait to see his brother snort flour and flip out. The images flashed in his head, of Itachi's shocked face. In fact, flour was supposed to leave permanent damage to the nose if snorted, though probably less so than actual cocaine. It was foo funny. He let out a light snicker.
'Duck penis,' He thought.
His brother lifted his head and looked suspiciously at Sasuke.
"What the fuck did you do?"
He kept his mouth shut and looked to the side, biting his fist to hold in laughter.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU LITTLE FAIRY"
"I didn't do shit, ok? Just do your thing man." A few nervous laughs escaped him.
"No, no, no, no. I don't fucking trust you. Tell me what you did. NOW."
"It's cool, it's cool. Deep breathes bro." Sasuke stood and put his hands up. His smile was wiped off his face.
Itachi jumped off the bed with a large creak, approached his younger brother threateningly and punched him in the stomach so hard he feel bile almost escaping him. Pure pain struck Sasuke soon after he got the shock, gasping as he crumpled to the ground and clutched his abdomen as if it was going to fall out into his hands.
"What the hell..." He coughed up a bit of blood. What the fuck was that? "I...didn't...do...shit..."
His older brother grabbed his collar and lifted him up until his feet were dangling above the floor. He scratched at his face in defense with little avail. "You fucked up my cocaine stash, didn't you? Little fucker."
"N-No way, why would I do that?"
Itachi lowered him to the ground and slapped him, leaving a purple bruise on his left cheek. "You're a bad liar."
"Swear to god man. If god exists, and I'm a liar, may he strike me down to hell at this very moment." Sasuke tried to worm out of his hold but Itachi was just too strong.
"Ok. Then let's see you snort this stuff." He tightened his grip on Sasuke's collar.
"I-I don't do cocaine man..c-cmon now..." Sasuke sputtered in response.
"Now's your time to start." His brother grinned cruelly and let go of him, shoving him towards the lines of cocaine on the bed.
"Let's all be cool here..."
He took a step closer to punch him straight in the eye. A large purple ring grew around it. That was enough.
Sasuke straightened his back and narrowed his eyes. It was time to take control. He stepped away from his brother and clenched his fists, changing his expression to one of confidence.
"Alright then, dearest brother. I'll confess. I replaced your cocaine stash with flour. Quite sneaky indeed. However, I still have the real stuff. Hidden away somewhere I'll never tell. Your only choice now is to obey my rules. That means, no HITTING... because I'll report you to the police...no claiming my bed anymore...IT's MINE AND MINE ONLY...in fact, just sleep on mom's couch from now on..."
Itachi stayed silent for a change and listened with narrowed eyes as Sasuke let out an arrogant laugh.
"STOP calling me gay and fag...it's STUPID...and if you disobey my rules, I'll just sell your stash, or burn it perhaps. If you choose to follow them, then I'll give it back when you leave this place." He closed his declaration with a satisfied smirk that looked bizarre on his beaten up appearance.
A glance at Itachi told him there wouldn't be a response. It didn't really matter whether or not he agreed. He picked up his backpack and put it on, then put his hoodie up and stepped out the room. He could hear his brother through the door, digging through his room desperately.
'hey naruto, lets scratch our plans for today. another day,' He typed into the tiny cracked screen. God knows what would happen if Naruto came to his house at that time. It was still disappointing though.
He sat alone on a park bench watching little kids point at him to their parents who would try to avoid the fact that he was there. The cool spring breeze felt nice on his wounds so he ignored it. He had a small cut on his mouth and a black eye, along with a large bruise on his gut. The hoodie didn't hide much of anything besides his stomach wound. He would've went to the hospital but his family didn't have enough money or any insurance, so he figured that since Sakura had gotten into so many violent cat fights in the past she probably knew how to dress wounds.
"Are you ok there young man?" An old lady with a tiny dog asked. "I should call someone for you."
Sasuke looked up at her and back down to his flip phone. "Nah, it's aight."
"You don't look alright."
"Thanks."
She trotted off with a huff.
He checked the time. 4:30. What the fuck? Sakura was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. He dug through his backpack, was bored as hell and needing entertainment. 'Shitty phone...boring...books...boring...kush...not now.'
He pulled out a familiar plastic bag. Just as before, 5 tabs of perfectly shaped LSD. It was arguably a bad idea but it sounded like a pretty dank one at the time. He opened the bag and popped one into his mouth. 'This should make for a more interesting evening,' He thought to himself.
"SASUKE! WHAT THE FUCK?!" A certain annoying pink haired bitch ran up to him looking worried.
"'Sup, Sakura. What's new meyn?" He replied uncaringly.
"YOUR FACE IS NEW! What did your big bro do?!" Sakura scooted up next to him.
"Roughed me up...he totally kicked my ass. I almost threw up and I spat up blood. Punched my face, stomach-"
"WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU IN THE PARK?! YOU SHOULD BE IN THE ER-"
"Ok, ok...I didn't like...I didn't like mean to twist your panties into a bunch. It's fine. I have control over him now so it's cool."
"IT'S NOT COOL!"
"Control your voice, you're embarrassing me." He rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"YOUR FACE IS AN EMBARRASSMENT! THIS. IS. SERIOUS, SASUKE! WHY CAN'T YOU GO TO THE HOSPITAL?!"
He stood up abruptly and clenched his fist. "Would you shut the hell up? And I can't go to the hospital, you know that. Just help me clean this shit up and stop YELLING!"
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Luckily there was no one else in the men's restroom.
Sasuke waited, wiping the blood off his face as Sakura bought bandages. Despite his battered up appearance he looked surprisingly confident, if not angry. He ran a paper towel across his black eye. It stung a lot. In fact, pretty much everything stung at the moment.
Come to think of it, he was pretty sure pot could be used as a painkiller, at least according to the pro-marijuana articles he read, so he took out his kush and crack pipe.
"Ahhhhh..." The rough fumes burned his throat pleasantly. He felt lighter and suddenly not so aloof. And also kind of hungry. The pain had even numbed down a bit. He finished the weed in the pipe and put it away. "I swear to god, this shit is magical," He mumbled to himself as he continued patting his wounds. There was something fascinating about seeing and touching his purply face. It was funny in a morbid way.
Sakura barged through the door, not caring it was the men's restroom and set a paper bag on the sink. He dug through. There were a few rolls of bandages, cotton swabs, rubbing alcohol and an eyepatch. Great. He couldn't wait to become an emo pirate.
"Alright, this is gonna sting like fuuuuckkkk." She warned as she poured a bit of alcohol on a swab.
"Well, no fuckin shit," He replied before bursting into laugher. Everything was funny now. The whole situation seemed ridiculous now. "What-what are you doing in the guy's bathroom? It's for...for...fuckin...guys only man..." He giggled like a schoolgirl.
She patted the cut on his mouth lightly with the cotton swab. It felt like a hundred bees simultaneously stinging his dick and balls.
"MEN'S ASSES," He screamed in pain. "FASHION BUG." She removed the swab and threw it away. "Care to do it again more painfully, Doctor?" He remarked sarcastically. He knew she couldn't hit him because he was already beaten up.
"Shut up for fucks sake. People outside can hear you."
A bandaid was placed on the cut. It felt strangely soothing. Sakura smiled at her work and took out another cotton swab.
"Uh Sasuke? I don't know how to treat black eyes so...I'm just gonna, like, go with my instincts."
"Y-yeah, I know...you know...what you're doing, ok," He rambled. If he were more aware of the situation he'd be running away but pot didn't really improve your common sense.
She clumsily poured more alcohol onto the swab until it was practically dripping and rubbed the bruised under eye. Throughout the procedure she looked unsure but continued. It didn't hurt too badly until she cleaned his eyelid and a drop fell into his eye.
"OH MY GOD!" He stumbled backwards away from the sink until he fell into a stall and hit his head on the toilet seat. "OH MY FUCKING GOD"
Sakura watched in shock not knowing how to respond. A painfully reddish spot had burned into his eyeball. He stood up and repeatedly banged his head on a stall wall.
"LARRY KING'S DICKCHEESE ON A SILVER PLATTER, JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME" He kept banging with full force, ignoring the headache he was causing from it. "LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME"
Sakura kicked the side of his rib and pulled him out of the stall. She quickly tied the eyepatch onto him but it didn't seem to change his attitude.
He abruptly stopped screaming and crawled to the corner of the restroom, curling his body into a defensive ball. "This is the worst day ever. I hate everyone on this planet."
"C'mon now..." She kneeled down next to him and attempted to pat his back. He rolled away from her and planted himself under the sink, still curled up. "Sasuke, c'mon man. I'll walk you home."
"No, just fuck off Sakura. You fuckin suck. Go away." He sounded like a sulking child.
"You don't mean that, come on. I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay?"
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No."
"Yes, yes I am..well, not really, but-"
"It felt like my eyeball was being cooked on a frying pan with lemon juice and salt," He interrupted.
"Sasuke, it was a fucking accident ok? Stop being a baby. And we need to talk about your brother." She knelt down next to him.
"No. Go away."
"I won't, because if I do, you're just gonna sit there all day."
"N-no."
"Yes."
He sat up and lifted his eyepatch. "FUCKING LOOK. Look at my eye. What does it look like to you?"
"I...don't know."
"THAT'S RIGHT. It's SO fucked up it doesn't even look like anything on this planet. Now go away."
Sakura got up and left, leaving the bandages behind.
He spent the rest of the day in the public restroom as predicted, stoned and hallucinating.
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