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Chapter 1: Intense Hatred

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11 years passed and Naruto brought up Sasuke to be a truly wonderful kid. Naruto has finally become a master in his field and has released his best selling piece. Its billions of copies sold earned him enough to set up an educational plan for his adopted son.

With his success, he could have relaxed. But he want to give Sasuke the best he could ever have. Not only does he want to fulfill a promise but he has opened up to the idea that he has now someone to live for and for that, he won't settle for anything less when it comes to Sasuke.

So here he is, typing once more on his new laptop, a donation from a fan. He has just released Away to Paradise's sequel. But he's not content with it. Even though his novels are starting to get adapted into movies and animations, he is currently writing a new trilogy entitled "Weeping Paradise".

It was hard work. But he did made it through life. As he sat in front of his laptop, he sorted through thousands of fan mails, job offers and contracts that promise him more success. Grinning to himself, he saved his current chapter and allowed his mind to wander to his son.

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He has sent Sasuke to a prestigious High School. And since Sasuke has earned scholarship due to his intelligence, a trait he inherited from his mother, he would have no problem with financial issues and he is certain that he could send him to even the most expensive University later with no problems at all.

The golden-haired man, now aged 29, smiled at himself. He could never been happier. But of course, there's one problem. He is missing something that creates a hole in his heart- a hole that tugs at his heart at times of solitude.

But still, he put up a brave smile... for he knows that he have to be strong, he have to be cheerful and he have to put up a front, for his own sake as well as his son's.

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I hate everything! This stupid school, these stupid fan girls! Even myself! Why I go to this god forsaken school is beyond me. The teachers themselves are bad enough. They are too involved with their student's affairs that it sometimes scares me to think how much they know about their students.

Of course, I wouldn't allow them to know that. They wouldn't and they should not, by any standards, interfere with our lives.

But of course, they just have to be different. So to sate their curiosity, I portrayed a father that is perfect, a family that is excellent and a loving man who guarded me with his life. I pretended to love my father, to favor him and to worship him.

How disgusting! But of course, I have no choice but to cling to this illusion. They never know what a monster my father is. They never know what a pathetic lump of orange is he. They never know what a sad wreck that man is.

How pathetic! They wouldn't know what a miserable life my father gave me! They wouldn't know how stupid he is. That silly grin! His cute smile...how his blue eyes burned my soul. arghh!! I can't believe that such a fool existed and that he torments me so!

How idiotic! I am going insane, and I need to escape this feeling, this suffocation. I hate you, I hate you! How ironic. That stupid man, this life, how I hate it!

I heard the bell rings. Oh great, more stupidity and utter waste of time. I walked aimlessly towards the classroom.

A new school year, a new milestone, blah blah blah! Such a stupid thing to say. There never is a difference. Kindergarten, elementary, and now, now that I'm in High School, I'm sure that it wouldn't be different. I can feel it.

I felt the door opened. There he is, Kakashi, our teacher. He is a little sloppy, lazy but a great teacher. I think he's the only one whom I can tolerate.

But his yearly routine is getting annoying. Nevertheless, it is a cycle I must partake in. Oh well, here goes.

"Hello, I am Uzumaki Sasuke, 13 years old and a freshman high school. Of course, you all know that as we are, after all, sitting in a freshman's classroom. I like sports, dark colors and studying. I hate idiots and I have but one dream- to kill a certain man who took it all from me."

"Err... ahem. Okay, that is quite good Sasuke. How about you tell us about your father? I heard he raised you all alone. Isn't that quite nice and wonderful of him?"

Grr... I could tell he is smirking. I'm sorry but I really shouldn't talk about him. But I wouldn't want to arise any suspicion, so I gave him a nod.

"My father is a kind man and a hard working writer. He is kind enough to give me privacy and freedom. He is a good person, an ideal father."

"Good. Okay, since this is the first day of school, I will give you all a time all for yourselves. Get to know your new classmates and possibly get time to get yourself used to the school. Familiarize the surroundings or just hang out with old friends. And as bonus, you can go home early. How's that?"

Tsk. This never gets old. The deafening cheers that echoed throughout the classroom is harsh for my ears. And although I hate to go home, there's no choice, unless I want to be ambushed by ill-mannered and wild fan girls. Grr. Why won't they just disappear?

Anyway, I walked ever so slowly towards our house. I opened the door to find the most disgusting sight I ever saw. Well, it's not like I'm not used to it.

There he is, sitting on his usual chair, with his laptop on his lap. He glanced at me and sent me a grin, his blue eyes shining brightly as he welcomed me home.

The butterflies in my stomach stirred and I felt my intestines flipped around at that look. Stop it! This sickens me. He sickens me! I sent him the sharpest glare I could muster before going up to my room and slamming the door as hard as I could, making sure he heard it. And I know he did, for his sad and depressed sighed reached my ear and haunted my room like a restless ghost.

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A soft sigh escaped my lips. This case always happens. What did I do wrong? Ever since he entered kindergarten, he always acted this way. He glared at me, act cold to me and no longer respects me.

He's acting such a bastard. I would like to shove his pretty face in the--- Bad Naru, bad thoughts! You should not think of hurting your son like that! Oh well, at least, I'll be able to raise him well.

He might hate my guts, but I sure won't. I'll give him the best support that he deserves. That bastard better appreciate all of this when he grows up. Ugh.

Hm. I guess he would want some snacks. Or possibly his supper. He likes to eat earlier than me. But whether he likes it or not, I'd cook for him this time.

With a grin, our favorite writer made his way to his kitchen. But not before his body stood in full alert as he heard a familiar voice cried upstairs.

"Naruto!!!"

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No! This is pathetic, I shouldn't be doing this. But, this day has been so stressful. Grr! I can't stand it anymore! His cute face. His oh so mysterious whisker marks. And that cute pink lips! How pleasant it must be to bruise that. And... ahh!! I can't... hold it.. the pressure! Huff.... ahh. How could he... ahh

"Naruto!"

What? What? Did I just said it aloud? A knocking, a loud knocking. What the heck? Did I just come with my father's picture! Yes, I did! Oh gods, look at my thick white fluid running down my legs! Naruto! I hate you, I hate you! You made me do this! I'll kill you!

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While Sasuke was deep in his thoughts, he never heard his father's worried voice screaming through the door.

"Sasuke! Sasuke! Are you alright?"

Everything starts getting blurry, his thoughts getting disoriented and finally, he felt darkness engulfed him.