Hi Hi! Sorry it's been a while! There's been this huge tornado thing going on where i'm at and so I haven't had very much time to write or even contemplate writing. My whole neighborhoods power has been going out on and off because of all the lightning. The tornado is getting closer and closer to my home lately and it just recently hit a few houses down from mine :(
As you can see, I just don't have the time to be writing, but I typed this chap up for you guys anyway. It's not my best work to be honest and it's a little confusing I think, but it will get better later on in the chaps, most likely next chap :) so please bear with me because its kinda hard to think/write at the moment with everything that's going on.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story! They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto, do yeah, their not mine :'(
Warnings: A bit of confusion and use of bad words i think.
Anyway, here is the 2nd chapter of Sometimes I Think.
Chapter 2:
Sasuke's P.O.V
"Hey look! Isn't that you know who?"
"Yeah! That's totally him. No mistaking it. I mean how could anyone mistake someone with a beautiful face like his for somebody else?"
"Yeah, I can't disagree with you there. That face is definitely one of a kind."
"I wish my boyfriend was hot like that. Do you think I'd have a chance with a guy like him?"
"No way! He's a total heartbreaker. I heard he rejected every girl who's ever asked him out."
"Nooo, that can't be true . . . can it?"
"It's true alright. You know Sakura Haruno and Ino Yamanaka? Well, I hear he rejected them like it was nothing!"
"Get out! Miss Pretty and Miss Popular got rejected? Well that settles it. I've got no chance then. But doesn't it make you wonder why they got rejected in the first place. Maybe he likes someone. Does he like someone?"
"No. Not that I've heard of anyway. No girl has ever even gotten close to him. Well, except for Karin. But, she's definitely not his type."
"This totally sucks!"
My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I hate a lot of things. Sweets and girls who obsess over me would be two of those things.
I looked at the 2 girls who stood a few people down from me on the crosswalk and rolled my eyes.
It was apparent that they were talking about me from the way they'd kept chatting, then gawking in my direction and then resuming the conversation from where they had left off, only to gawk again.
I don't particularly like anyone or anything, but I'd be lying if I said I liked absolutely nothing.
They were both shorter than me, wore flashy heavy make-up, had tanned skin, and blonde hair (bleached not natural).They were definitely girls from the academy, since they (1) knew me and (2) wore the girls' version of my school uniform.
Because, all truths be told, there are two things in this world that I really like.
'Those two haven't got a chance in hell' I thought.
Mainly because they were blonde; I hated blondes. They never failed to live up to their reputation for being complete idiots. Bleached or natural, a blonde was a blonde, and a blonde was stupid.
If you asked me what those two things were the answer would be rather simple: killing and contracts.
But even if they weren't blonde their chances of being with me were still zero, because blonde or not, they weren't even close to being my type. Not to mention, I never did go for the whole Ganguro look to begin with.
This may or may not come as a surprise, but I, Sasuke Uchiha, am a contract killer. I've been one ever since I could make my hand into a fist.
The sign on the other side of the road had finally changed and so I made my way across the busy streets of the city.
It was something I liked to do and it was also something I had to do. I did what I did for a lot of reasons, many of which were still unknown even to me.
Konohagure was, like many things in my life, always changing. There were times when I would think back to when I was little, like now, and note how everything use to be so different.
Maybe I did it for me. Maybe I did it out of the folly that comes with being young. Maybe I did it just to do it. Maybe I did it out of sheer boredom.
This place hadn't always been the bustling city it is now. Konoha use to be a tiny village run mainly by 3 elders. It was a quiet place, with few people and only one of everything. One place to buy clothes. One place to hang out. One place to train. One place to get bread. One place to eat ramen. And even only one academy. One thing had always been enough.
Maybe I did it for my family, but I doubted that, since they all died years ago.
But, somehow along the way, the things I'd grown accustomed to, were slowly starting to change. I hated change and I hated having to except change.
In the end, it was all just fire on paper.
I hated the way things were now.
Just blood on the pavement.
Everything had become so loud and annoying. People had become so loud and annoying. The quiet places where there use to be only one thing were now loud places with too much of everything.
Just water under the Bridge.
Too much of one thing had become a bad thing.
My reasons shouldn't even have matter at this point. I've shed too much blood over the years to start thinking about my past motives now.
The long way to the academy was certainly becoming shorter, as time went. I hadn't realized it, but after what only felt like 15 minutes of walking, I found myself standing at the head of the bridge I needed to cross in order to get to the academy.
Things were constantly changing. It was something I just couldn't help, but always hate.
I didn't need a reason for why I choose-and still choose-to make contracts with people. Nor did I need one to motivate me to keep killing the way I've always have. I am Sasuke Uchiha, a contract killer. And that was, in its own way, reason enough.
Hinata's P.O.V
It wasn't long before I was standing at the centre of the bridge that I needed to cross. Hanabi's school may have already started, but the Academy wouldn't start until at least another 45 minutes.
I leaned against the support railings, which were lined across the sides of the bridges platform, and stared out at the river that glistened below it. The sun blazed in the sky and the water rippled ever so slightly; it made me feel at ease.
The Great Naruto Bridge. The name and this place even, everything here had seemed so Naruto. The sun was as bright as his smile and stood out just as much as he had. The water flowed gently like his heart and seemed to have given off the same shade of blue his eyes had. It was silly, but even though he rejected my feelings all those years ago I just couldn't let go of the way I had seen him and felt about him. His smiles had still looked so warm and he was still kind, if not kinder than he'd always been.
For a moment I smiled a little, but it quickly turned into a frown. It was no secret that I had always felt happiest when I thought about Naruto, but today for some reason I didn't; I felt the exact opposite.
"You're right Moegi-san. Freaks, like her would be better off dead."
My sister's harsh words had subconsciously still lingered in my mind. "I wonder how many people in this city feel the same way she does."
It was true that I was disliked by many people. I dressed like a weirdo after all, so it was to be expected. But, even though I knew I was so disliked, the thought of other people, besides Hanabi, wanting me dead . . . . . had hurt.
It was only after feeling this kind of hurting for the first time that I realized~~~I was suffocating.
"I wonder if father feels the same way Hanabi does. Does he want me to die too?"
It hurts.
"Naruto. I wonder if he thinks I should die, if I would be better off dying."
It hurts.
"I wonder how many people are wishing for me to die right now."
It hurts.
Suffocating beneath my paper bag. Suffocating beneath reality. And suffocating beneath what only felt to be the feelings of others.
I clenched my hands hard on the railings of the bridge 'til it felt like my finger bones would fracture under the pressure and then after a minute or two I stopped. "Pain only gives birth to more pain . . . right?" I felt an ache enter my body. "N-no! I don't want to feel pain anymore. I . . . I . . . I don't want to hurt!" I hoisted myself up onto the railing that lined the bridge and stood atop it, my entire body facing directly towards the water.
'If I jumped off, from this height, then I would die. I would die, but I wouldn't feel any pain. It wouldn't hurt. Nothing would. It wouldn't because the hurt, the uncertainty, everything, it would all vanish if I jumped. I would be dead and they would be happy and it wouldn't hurt and so I will be happy . . .?'
I looked down at the water below; it still glistened and rippled as it always had. 'That would be the case . . . but, only if I jumped.' I thought.
"Maybe I shou~"
"If you're going to jump then just do it already. Your really wasting my time you know~" It was only moments after hearing those words and feeling a hand being pressed firmly against my back, that I released I was falling. Plummeting into the river underneath the bridge.
No. Suffocating wasn't the proper word for it. I was drowning. Yeah, that's it. I'm drowning.
Sasuke's P.O.V
I started walking down the bridge a bit faster than normal. I hate this place. The sun shined to brightly here and the water that was situated below made the air reek of Mother Nature; it was sickening if I were to be frank.
But, I hadn't made it too far down the bridge before I saw someone, or something that caused me to stop.
It was girl, I think, with what looked like a brown paper bag over her head, leaning against the left railing of the bridge and talking to herself.
"I wonder if father feels the same way Hanabi does. Does he want me to die too? . . . . . Naruto. I wonder if he thinks I should die, if I would be better off dying . . . . . I wonder how many people are wishing for me to die right now."
Before I could completely sum up everything she was mumbling on about, she was already climbing up onto the bridge's railing.
'Naruto? . . . die? . . . Is she going to~?"
I stood in the same spot on the bridge for about 5 minutes watching her stand atop the railing and wondering what she was planning to do. But she just stood there, not moving, not doing anything really, except standing up there.
It was starting to really piss me off that she wasn't doing anything, or even trying to do anything, but just stand there and waste my time. And before I realized it my body was starting to move on its own, walking towards her and placing a hand-my hand-on her back.
"If you're going to jump, then just do it already." The words slipped pass my lips, like it was the most natural thing to say in this these kinds of situations "Your really wasting my time you know~" and to make matters worse my hand grew a mind of its own and pushed her.
Me being the type of person I am, I didn't even bother to reach out to catch her; I let her fall. I let her fall, watched her body plunge into the water, and then . . . I left. I left knowing that I had just shoved a tiny paper bag into a river.
"She's probably dead . . . Fuck."
And there you have it. Confusing and wordy. Don't tell me because as you can see, I KNOW.
I'm sorry if I don't update soon because there's a high chance my house might be this tornados next prey O_O And sorry if this wasn;t to your expectations, but I promise to try and fix it so that it is, when I get the chance to.
Please review! And pray that I won't get hit by this dreadful tornado. Bye-Bye!