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(this is the chapter u guys were like tryna slay me to write... no hard feelings doe （*/∇＼*）)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO, THAT LITTLE NUGG IS OWNED BY KISHIMOTO ヾ(｡ꏿ﹏ꏿ)ﾉﾞ it toats should be mine tho (゜▼゜＊）
愛してる
Diluted plans were zipping through Sasuke's ears in frantic hysteria. Bits of shattered glass decorated the air as yet another window blew over. Smoke of all shades colored the sky, making it seem that the night's air had come early. This place of upmost torture; was exactly were Sasuke craved to be. The male pursed his lips together while his fingers clutched the key in his pocket with an intense sense security.
Currently the male stood, watching the flame induced building with a predatory sense. His two feet pointed forward, standing directly at the imaginary boarder set. Glancing over his shoulder he inspected the cluster of people: the only thing stopping him from reaching his destination.
No one appeared to be watching him… but Sasuke was smart enough to know, once he crossed this invisible line that a normal someone one would set themselves from fiery school, all eyes would fall on him.
He would just have to wait for the perfect distraction.
"Where are the firefighters?" A loud, moderately high-pitched shout rode against the air. There were other voices: countless doses chatter, hollering of directions and such, but this shout hit in such a way, it captivated. This was a gift.
"Don't worry, they're coming."
"All of the students have been accounted for I'm sure-"
"Yeah! We're all here! Don't worry sir!"
"Pish-posh! They were meant to arrive five minutes ago! This is a dangerous situation if we can't evacuate the premise, the results could be drastic! We need to gather everyone and have them walk to the elementary school and-" The rambling man was called Iruka by most; a fourth grade teacher at the school elementary school, he also worked with problem children. He was a man with a soft head yet strong heart, kind, generous, but stern in the eyes of the troublemakers, but none of that mattered to Sasuke right now, the only thing this man was, was the perfect distraction.
As the teacher had said, the students seemed to be being hurdled in chaotic masses to the end of the field. It was now or never…
With a quick breath and rapid steps Sasuke-
"Now where do you think you're going?"
Sasuke's head whipped back, the man's arm resting lightly, yet assertively, on his soldier.
"Kakashi…"
The man chortled, his eyes pinched into high arcs.
"Sasuke, you need to get with the group." Sasuke did not reply. Obviously no words could make the situation any better.
"Come on now," Kakashi was more of a wavering guy, he, unlike many teachers at the school, did not want to create a scene, so his voice was at a whisper. "You need to leave this area."
Kakashi was Sasuke's AP English teacher for two years. They were the same kind of man in some aspects. They had a deep understanding for each other; so much so that the lack of words did not mean silence from Sasuke to Kakashi; for the glare ripping across the younger male's features told all that needed to be said.
Kakashi sighed, the bottom border of his eyes lowering. Dropping the gleeful charade was the first step to assortment.
"Sasuke, why is it that you were trying to get into the school?" His voice plummeted to almost a bored droll.
"Am I. You mean why am I trying to get into the school." One end of Sasuke's lips rose significantly higher then the rest.
Kakashi's face glazed over. He still wasn't gibing up even after he was caught. And he was sassing him. Was this kid serious? "Alright Sasuke, what is it that is so important, you are attempting to enter that?"
The smirk dropped instantly, the brunette's eyes shifting dramatically to the side, breaking former contact.
Kakashi quirked a brow, "Can't tell now, can we?"
This time Sasuke grunted defiantly, his gaze switching back to the poignant stare.
Again the older man fell into his sickeningly-sweet act, his head shaking as a downgrading chuckle ran up his throat. "Play me will you?" He said lightly, "Now, Sasuke, you're a smart kid. The highest level classes, highest level grades… and certainty the highest level in the social world, aren't we?" Immediately his tone dropped, a challenging stare striking his face as all humor dissipated from his aura: an assertive and careless disguise.
The man could fall through these masked emotions faster then the victim can even reach realization.
"You're smart enough to know, you are likely to die if you go in there. What is it that you are giving your life for."
"Just trust me." Sasuke said after a moment pause, his eyes never leaving the other.
"And just why would I do that?" He said, smiling so sweetly it caused bits of bile to rifle through Sasuke's esophagus.
"You just explained it. I'm smart."
"You really are a fucked up little prick." Kakashi's jaw was loose and his face was reeking of misery. That just left the other feeling degrade.
"Bipolar piece of shit…"Sasuke wasn't sure which version he liked least.
These comments actually made both parties show signs of amusement. Sasuke and Kakashi were both we'll liked people. That was because most people didn't understand them. They understood each other, and that was probably why they wouldn't so much as spit in the other's direction. It was a clever thing, really, and in this mutual understanding things were able to 'slide'.
"Sasuke, I honestly cannot allow you go." Kakashi said, a sense of coyness unable to be detected by nearly everyone.
"I know," Sasuke replied back, with a face hardly anyone could recognize as faint sarcasm.
"Yeah…"
"So I'm just gonna have to break your rules."
"Guess so,"
Sasuke snorted before giving his English teacher a parting glance.
"If you die in there Sasuke Uchiha," Kakashi said, watching as the other sprinted towards the disaster, "I'll kill you."
愛してる
An accumulation of salty liquids were whipped away by Sasuke's sleeve, the teenager franticly hopping from foot to foot as anxiety pumped through his organs.
Getting to the school, which recently seemed nearly impossible, was going to have to be the easy part.
His eyes were wide analyzing the structure, desperately looking for a pathway to the 'X' on his map.
The fire's pathway of destruction was not clear-cut in the slightest; random splotches of flames spewing from separate locations. The entire leftwing of the school seemed to be engulfed, while the rightwing was hardly altered. The first floor of the main building seemed to have been touched by the flames breath the door still burning and many windows hazy and cracked, shades of red crawling up the rickety walls… to the second floor.
The though ironed out Sasuke's face and without a second step, he threw his shoulder into the frontal hinged entrance.
The burnt wood was weaker then Sasuke assume, his body lapsing to his knees as he busted through the door due to the velocity. Sasuke didn't have time to show accomplishment as he quickly brushed bits of crisp wood of his arms, the material already burning small black wholes in his sweatshirt.
Getting to his feet, the raven took a deep breath of slightly ruined air. The inside of the school looked as if it had been kicked apart then left to starve. Many lockers were holding slight burnt edges, a layer of soot coating the ground and gashes across the ceiling. Nearly all but one set of lights glowed a florescent shine… it only making the scene appear more miserable.
The long hall was quiet, the fire alarms seemed to have already either gone off with a tone mute to humans, or were not installed correctly. The place looked like an evil ghost burial ground, but Sasuke knew… it was the most peaceful scenery he would get during his stay here.
He lifted his sneakers sluggishly, the noise of his heavy footsteps reverberating off each row of lockers. It was the kind of echoing silence that makes people overly aware.
The stairway to the second floor was at the end of the long entrance hall, from there Sasuke would need to maneuver himself to the farthest left of the second floor, were the supply closet could be found.
A sound of tortured glass sounded at the end of the hallway while a shrill screech echoing against the walls. It seems the alarms were installed correctly after all.
Sasuke's stomach took a drastic drop as he jolted into a dash. Running away from the source would have been preferred, but there was no other option to reach the stairway.
Dark clouds of smoke began running up against the ceiling, a sound of crackling splitting Sasuke's ears. He had to find his way, now.
A nerve went awry as he reached the end of the hallway. One reason being he had indeed reached the staircase leading to the upper level, another because of the railing was beautifully hung with the colors of hot orange and red.
His eyes darted back and forth, his body growing hot by the surrounding flames that came from the classroom to his left.
He flew towards the inclining stares, the fire now hitting the wall and railing creating a wall of hot light on both sides. Charging he climbed, his organs booming up against his chest, an overwhelming beating in his eardrums. The world was spinning, adrenalin and pure terror drowning Sasuke's head he climbed three steps at a time.
Suddenly a violent rip of wood stopped the male in his tracks. Pain swam through his blood as he looked down to his left foot, which was fully submerged in a crumbling staircase, preventing him from a continuation of movement.
It wasn't just the stabbing of wood shards he felt, but an overbearing glow of heat against his calf. Now the fire was chasing him up the staircase. Closer and closer the burning got, and with every tanging heat wave, Sasuke became more and more desperate. Within seconds he was completely surrounded by a blaze.
"Please no," he hissed, his aggravated hands working to pull out of the splintery gap in the broken staircase.
Swearing loudly he yanked on his leg. Hard.
Gasping his foot finally became free, and not a second later did he push his body past to top of the last step.
His cheekbone collided with the flooring, his upper body slapping across the ground aggressively. It was as if he had just jumped out of the fastest racecar, traveling over a sea of poisonous knives. And lived.
Sasuke panted, the breaths moving up though damaged rips. The male was soaked, his hair dripping salty perspiration on to the floor. Each of his hands: palm down horizontal to his skull. His eyes were closed as the pain from prior events coerced through his body.
Oh how badly, did he wish this was the end. Sadly it was far from it, and the Devil reminded him of this as the rubber against his face warmed; the signal fire.
Before his mind could catch up, he was back on his feet, sliding across empty classrooms and hallways. At each glance, another manmade creation stood aglow.
First it was the printers; each burning like gasoline logged wood, then the student lounge area; which was puking flames from each entrance, and now a toppled mound of discarded backpacks and folders; the flamed objects being watched by resistant green metal lockers that couldn't help but appear sad with the departure of their insides.
Sasuke could no longer feel the throbbing of his open wounds, not even bothering to notice the trail of loose blood, trailing from his limb and pleading for attention outside of this treachery. He couldn't hear the screaming fire alarms that just begged for him to leave this place. Nor could he smell the burning plastic or toxic smoke that flooded the entire floor, pushing him away as hard as they could. He couldn't taste the charcoal building up in his throat and clawing at his tongue, trying to gather attention. He couldn't see the burning walls or windows as they held out signs of danger and warning.
All he could see was a door, all he could hear was it being ripped open, all he could taste was sweetness and purity, he could only smell honey and sweat, feeling nothing but a warm body; their two arms intertwined, hearts beating wholesomely as they had in his dreams. His senses were entirely taken up by one person. The one reason he could keep going.
And there it was.
A heavy door with the symbols '42 B' etched into a green slate that rested on top of the door's exterior.
It was only fifteen steps away. The first six straight ahead, a slight turn in the seventh and eight and the ninth being under a wooden arched that tottered completely on ignition, but with his senses replaced, Sasuke trudged on.
And on that ninth step,
Did the burning doorway collapse, pressing vividly onto the male's body. There was no hope for his senses to be deluded as he collided once more to the bubbling rubber ground.
The wind was knocked out of Sasuke, his torso flailing as the wood burned a deep gash into his skin.
He was hissing, his legs kicking madly as the torturous object held him down. Burning him alive.
The pain was too much. He could not scream, as his vocal cords seemed to have burnt up along with his skin. The feverish touch began to bite his ribs, not only was the flame alone frying him, but the pressure was also smashing his lungs. He knew would be dead soon.
The thought of leaving this world flickered through his mind… his movements getting slower and more worn. Death was likely horrible, probably worse then the hell that surrounded him at that instant.
The hell that surrounded him and…
A pulse traveled through Sasuke's spine, his eyes lighting; rivaling the surrounding blaze. His muscles contracted, his back now protruding highly. Both hands firmly pressed onto the ground. With gritted teeth he forced pressure onto his biceps, moving into a push-up position.
The burning wood slowly rose higher as Sasuke shook from the agonizing force. Beads of sweat jumped off his skin, immediately evaporating before even hitting the ground. With a powerful grunt he completed the stance, the curved material now high enough for Sasuke to dart away from.
Quickly he broke for the ground, sliding across his knees as the lit beams fell to the floor.
Violently quick, he ripped off his burning sweatshirt, along with undergarment, which also posed as a damaging material, onto the ground; the pile immediately burning an even more deadly rose shade.
His heart pounded, his eyes quickly glancing over his damaged body. His stomach and chest were completely torn apart, deep bloody scabs and scars ran down the nape of his neck. His arms appeared undamaged for all but a few scratches here and there, but the lack of pain he sensed from his back only pointed to serious burning and dead cells. He had a feeling the area of his body wasn't any lighter then the color black.
It was worth it though, to be wearing his own shredded corpse.
Here he was, seconds away from his true goal. Even if they couldn't get out… he would be happy if this person was just in his arms.
And maybe it was just because of the burning particles swimming through the smoky haze, but his eyes nearly overfilled with a different sort of liquid. A steady hand reached for the door handle, securing the metal piece in his hand and twisting it abruptly.
It would not budge.
The door could not be opened.
An empty lock grinned toothless at Sasuke, its taunting empty mouth wide and mocking.
There needed to be a key.
And that key; Sasuke's face dropped, his lips quivering in disbelief as he spun on his heals staring down at his fire-breathing clothing, was currently drowning in Hades.
愛してる
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