notables hey everyone. not exactly sure what to put up here before the chapter, since this my first chapter fic and all.
so as for explanation to why it took me forever to post this:
my crazy english teacher had piled up the work last semester tenfold. and since I'm a procrastinator by nature, it was extremely hard for me to balance my time accordingly between all my assignments. which were long, abstract, and killing me ever so slowly -.-;
disclaimer guess who doesn't own Naruto? me.
"Come on, come on…" Sasuke urged angrily.
He sat perched on the side of his bed, bent over and shaking badly, partially covered by the shadows of his room. For hours now, he had been hunched over an orange prescription bottle, desperately trying to pry out the treasures inside. Finally, the small transparent container cracked under his grip and shattered–sending tangerine-colored bits everywhere.
Sasuke growled and dropped to the carpeted floor, resting on his hands and knees, his dark eyes large–pupils dilated. His long fingers deftly swept over the ground, checking under and by every piece of broken plastic that his lengthy arms could reach. At last– adding to his sickening joy–his digits wrapped around a small red circular pill. Promptly he popped into his dry mouth, chewing it slowly and chalking up enough saliva to swallow it effectively.
Leaning back against the side of the bed, Sasuke put a hand to his face and cursed hoarsely, hitting the floor beside him with his other fist. How many times had he done this in the past month? Too many times, he answered himself. He cursed himself for his lack of control, his need, his want.
But damn it all, the need to sustain his... addiction–it was maddening.
Shakily he stood, using the mattress as support for the majority of his weight. The mess could wait till later, he decided, as climbed–collapsed–onto his bed. Through his half-lidded eyes, he watched as the numbers of his alarm clock slowly blotted and eventually vanished from his sight, as the drug made its way into his bloodstream–effectively blurring out his vision.
Sluggishly, he cursed the time, as his eyes drooped closed into an inebriated slumber.
3:47 a.m.
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so u comin 2nite?
Sakura read the text quietly, her phone hidden by the ridiculous girth of her Global Studies textbook. There was a rave tonight, not even a day after her last party and twice as big, down at old warehouse by the docks. The location was prime in choice, far enough from the police, close enough to any person who didn't give a shit, and near enough for a cheap taxi fare. Plus, it was open to anyone and everyone that showed up, running till late in the early morning and ending when everyone either left or passed out.
Which meant it was going to last for days.
Tilting back in her chair, she grinned as she started calculating things in her head. The more people that come, the higher I can charge, the more profit that will inevitably be made because nobody will be sober enough to care what they're buying, she thought. Just thinking of the money she was going to make, made it hard for Sakura to sit still. Quickly, she typed up a response, her grin turning into a smile.
yeah, mos def. time?
The party planner, some stranger that had gotten a hold of her cell phone number, took no time texting her back.
ne times fne. th soonr th bttr.
As she closed the phone, a paper shuffling noise slowly encompassed the entire room. Zippers sounded, pencils were gathered up, and a low hush had descended among the students. Looking above the blackboard, Sakura noticed that there were only a few minutes before the bell and followed suit, beginning to pack up her materials. The teacher was still talking, his voice struggling to compensate for the sudden saturation of noise.
"Hey Asuma, quit trying, will you?" Kiba yelled from somewhere in the far back.
"Shut it, Inuzuka," the teacher said, aggravation setting in from his lack of tobacco. "And it's Mr. Sarutobi to you, so show some respect and get your head out of you're a– "
brrrinnng
As Sakura walked out of the classroom, Kiba gave the teacher a cheeky grin, and she could've sworn from out of the corner of her eye, she saw Asuma give him the finger from his position at his desk.
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"Rise and shine!"
Sasuke grumbled, pulling his covers over his face to block out the sound of Naruto's voice. Naruto hollered out an irate tune as he pulled open the blinds with a yank, letting in the light of the setting sun. Sasuke's room was bathed in warm tones, mixing strangely with the dark hues of his room. He growled angrily as the blonde jumped onto the open space of his bed and shook the mattress with his sudden weight.
Naruto frowned. "Hey bastard, school's way over now, so get up."
"Piss off, Naruto."
"I don't like this new routine anymo–son of a bitch!" he cursed, as he stood from the bed.
Naruto cradled his foot with one hand as he lowered himself to the floor with the other. Slowly he pulled a particularly sharp piece of orange plastic from the bottom of his foot. Blood dripped from the wound and onto the beige carpeting of the room, instantly soaking the material with a deep crimson color. He wiped the mess with a tissue from Sasuke's bedside table and held it against the injury until the blood flow slowed to a stop.
"Damn it, Sasuke!" he yelled.
As if not even noticing his friend's adversity, he turned on his side so his back was facing Naruto and a defensively said, "Leave me alone."
"The hell I will!" the blonde cursed again, picking up the other scattered remains. "Fuck, you need to stop doing this. It's going to kill you one day," he said, throwing the pieces into the trash. "I mean, how long have you been hooked on the stuff? Ten, maybe eleven years at the most, this has to end–"
"Don't you think I fucking know that," Sasuke snapped venomously, his low voice still threatening through the fabric of the sheet. He was sick and tired of everyone telling him how bad his addiction was–Naruto, his doctor, Kakashi... himself. It didn't do any good, he knew was going to die young anyway, the drug was shortening his lifespan exponentially and some days he wondered if that was the day his heart was going to stop.
Slowly, almost sorely, he pushed the covers away from his face and sat up. Naruto watched Sasuke through concerned eyes–his best friend looked the roughest he'd ever seen him. His eyes looked angry but vacant, all his other emotions suppressed by the effects of the drug, and his t-shirt hung loosely off his body as if he had loss weight.
"Why are you here?"
Naruto blinked. "Huh?"
"Why are you here?" Sasuke asked again, agitated. This time Naruto winced, even his voice sounded rougher, as if he should have a 5 o'clock shadow and a nice big hangover to go along with it. He sourly chuckled at the thought.
"I came to drop off the homework you missed," he answered lightly, chucking a black drawstring bag at him. "Nothing too big, just a few worksheets and a book assignment."
Sasuke caught the bag deftly and set it down against the bed. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he watched the blonde. "... Why are you really here?" he questioned.
Naruto looked him square in the eye. "You've been holed up in this apartment all weekend," he told him frankly. "You need to get out more. And the way you're going to do that, is by buying me ramen at Ichiraku's."
Prepared for a glaring contest, Naruto was surprised–but mostly suspicious–when his grumpy friend had surrendered to his demand, lumbered out of bed, and made his way toward the bathroom without a word. Almost smugly the blonde plopped on the bed and laid down, his hands behind his head with his right ankle resting on his left knee, a triumphant smirk slowly rising to his lips as he waited. Maybe he'll start listening to me a little bit more now, he thought.
But unbeknownst to Naruto, as Sasuke ran the hot water for a quick shower, he hadn't succumbed to his stipulate. Truthfully, the withdrawal symptoms of his addiction had kicked in–just listening to the blonde talk had increased his migraine tenfold. His breathing went shallow in the warm air of the bathroom, pushing his heart to pump faster, and his muscles to be sore from lack of oxygen.
But that was only the start.
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"Oooh!" Naruto moaned in pure delight, practically slurping the ramen through his nose. "How do you make your noodles so good?"
The stand owner barked a short, friendly chuckle as he wiped down his work area. Putting down the towel, he leaned over his pots and winked. "Ancient Chinese secret," he joked, resuming work as another customer came and sat down on the other side of Naruto.
Sasuke rolled his eyes at their little exchange, and looked around. Naruto had driven them to the outskirts of the city, where if you walked to the end of the street, the ocean was clearly visible. The owner, Teuchi, had picked a prime spot for business. His unique stand setup–with its twisty chairs, and Japanese and kanji writing on the overhead flaps that served as a makeshift door–attracted all the young, hungry teenagers and even some adults to its venue.
It was about twelve-thirty when Sasuke began to get a fever. The world around him spun on its axis and he could've sworn someone had filled his head with helium gas. All the din of city seemed to have suddenly cranked the volume right in his ear, slowly tearing up the nerve endings in his brain, along with his mind-splitting headache, until he had to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. The salty taste of blood entered his mouth, his teeth digging so hard into his bottom lip that his vision blurred.
He had to leave, he neededto leave–Now, his body screamed.
As smoothly as possible, Sasuke slipped from the warm, comfortable setting of familiarity and around the corner to cold streets of the downtown district. The harsh smoky air was unforgiving to the rawness of his lungs as he coughed, leaning his forehead against the graffitied brick of some dilapidated building. He pulled out his phone and texted the only person he knew who handed some serious, hardcore product–Aburame Shino.
wherr ar youu/
Then he waited for a reply, his only company the sound of his labored breath. Two minutes passed, and he was practically on his knees in pain, when his phone vibrated. The vibrations sent a tingling sensation up his arm and into his shoulder, quickly followed by a numbing achy feeling. Sasuke swore under his breath as he flipped his phone, reading the message with his last ounce of concentration.
jist fallow d beats..
Sasuke paused and the message again.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
He shut his phone with an irritated snap. Shit, he thought as he stumbled down the sidewalk, the outer wall of the brick building supporting him. Aburame's high as hell and I need drugs now. Walking further along, the smell of the ocean gradually filled his nostrils mixing with the copper scent of his exposed blood, sickening him. Then, as if crescendo embodied his very being, a combination of what little he had eaten at the ramen stand and stomach acid, rose within him like a wave and splattered itself across the cracked asphalt for all to see.
Bucket-fulls of air pushed its way into expanding lungs, as Sasuke heaved harshly on the curb of the sidewalk. When his breath slowed considerably, Sasuke staggered to his feet and spit, the taste of vomit unwelcome–but not unknown–to his mouth. He spit a few more times before his heart had stopped pounding in his head and then he heard it–the distant, dense sound of thunderous bass.
Sasuke smirked as he began to follow the rhythmic beat.
This feels more like a fucked-up fairy tale than a drug run.
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Warehouse 41 was booming.
Literally, in every sense of the word.
Neon lights leaked from every exposed crevice of the building, as if an endless supply of fireworks were being set off inside. The windows of the grey edifice were set high up off the ground, but Sasuke knew that there was a possibility that there could be enough people in there to fill a football stadium. And the music was up so loud that he could feel the words of whatever song being played, reverberated through the cement and into the soles of his sneakers.
Checking his pockets for gum, Sasuke slipped two pieces past his lips, washing away the taste of acidy ramen with the artificial flavor of cool mint. He pushed through a crowd of drunken freshmen who he vaguely recognized from his school, ignoring the fawning looks of the girls as he passed.
–Look at the mess we made tonight
Kick off your stilettos
And fuck me in the backseat
Fuck me in the backseat
Now that he inside, he was ready to get out. His senses, stripped raw from his dependency, were hypersensitive in the frenzied environment and told him to turn around and find a quiet place, but he squeezed his hands into fists and soldiered on. Sasuke's ominous aura created a clear pathway for him, by wary partiers and the like.
Soon he had walked almost the entire perimeter of the warehouse–tired, ragged, and about to give in–when he accidentally bumped shoulders with someone going the other way. Glancing back momentarily to see who was rude enough to run into to him in his weakened state, he noticed that the guy was in the process of popping a colorful assortment of pills. Before the man slipped away, Sasuke caught him by the back of his collar and yanked with what was left of his might. The brown haired man made a distinct choking noise as he was relayed back until he was face to face the junkie. His hazel eyes widened at the maddening undertone of the Uchiha's innocent question.
"Where'd you get those?"
The man pointed nervously to his mouth. "What? These?" he asked, referring to the rainbow of narcotics residing between his teeth. Sasuke gave a slight nod, his grip on the shirt still tight under his fingers. Slowly, his eyes followed as his captive raised his finger in the direction of the specified dealer. "Right over there, far back wall, okay?"
Sasuke threw the man to the floor, mumbling something akin to a 'thanks', and set his path for the back wall. No sooner had he turned his back, did the guy scramble to his feet and leave the party, flipping him off as he ran. But Sasuke ignored him, spotting a small group of people by the back wall that were not dancing, and seemed to be waiting impatiently for something.
Almost there, his mind told his body, and as if in response to that, a sharp pain began spread down his spine. He clenched his jaw.
For a few seconds, he stood on the outskirts of the cluster before becoming impatient himself and announcing a rather loud, "Fuck it." As he tried to maneuver his way into the middle a girl, still waiting in the back, cut him off deliberately and scoffed in a snooty contemptuous way, before looking up. There she was met with a glare that could kill a lion in its track. Sasuke guessed that she knew what was good for her, because she moved out of his way. Finally, he made it to core of the tightly packed group.
So packed in fact that his well muscled abdominals were flush against the back of this girl–he assumed was the dealer–who was making a transaction with some green haired kid. He could hear the whole conversation perfectly, being a whole head taller than her.
"Ten bucks."
"Ten dollars!" the guy exclaimed. "That's ridiculous."
"Take or leave it," she offered indifferently, her voice vibrating against Sasuke's stomach. "This is real business, not the Salvation Army, I don't give shit out half-price."
He sighed, quickly defeated. "Yeah, yeah, just give me it."
She grinned widely, handing over a pinky-nail sized pastel colored pill with one hand, and accepting the green-haired's solo bill with the other. "Anything else?"
"Not if I want to be able to pay my rent," he mumbled, juggling the small pill in the palm of his hand. He pushed past Sasuke and made his way through the thick group of people, clutching the tablet safely in his fist. When he passed the last person, the crowd reformed again, closing up the pathway he had made.
"Nice doing business with you too!"
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"Who's next?"
Sakura pocketed the ten dollar bill and turned, eager to sell, only to meet a six-pack and someone's chest. Slowly, she looked up into the raven eyes of what looked like a desperate stranger. Peering closer at him, she realized that she recognized him from somewhere but couldn't remember his name for the life of her. She realized he was uncommonly warm, which was uncomfortable in the already sweltering temperature of the warehouse, and tried to take a step back only run into cool cement of the wall.
"You, I guess." She smiled up at him. "So, how can I help you?"
The familiar stranger opened his mouth to speak, but closed it suddenly, screwing his eyelids shut as if he had just been stabbed or wounded. While this went on, Sakura took those few moments to examine him more closely, noticing the faint black marks around his eyes from extreme lack of sleep, shallow breathing, and general disheveled appearance. It took her only a few seconds to figure out why he was coming to her–he was in withdrawal.
"Mangekyou," he whispered, then cleared his throat and asked a little louder. "Do you have it?"
Sakura looked taken aback for second, her eyes widening an unnoticeable fraction of an inch, before making affirmative humming noise and rummaging through her miniature backpack. She could feel his eyes on her as she dug deeper into the large pocket, and his stare made it feel as if he putting his whole life in her hands.
Or something ridiculous like that.
"Got it," she breathed at last and it seemed that Mr. 6-pack let out a bated breath also. She poured ten red capsules into a dime bag and handed it to him.
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When the plastic hit his palm, all the stress of the chase slowly deflated from his body and he was the calmest he had been all night. By the time he had opened his eyes and awoken from his short dose of Zen, the girl was gone along with the group. Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He found it weird that she hadn't stayed around to collect her money, like she had been so adamant about with the last guy.
Sasuke shrugged and looked around.
It was 3:30 a.m.
He was about to collapse from pure exhaustion.
There was school tomorrow, no matter what.
He had no ride.
Home was miles away.
And he thought to himself–
Weirdest fairytale drug run ever.
sorry about the lateness again.
and i know it's not my best work.
can anyone guess what song I used when Sasuke walked into the rave?
I have no clue when chapter 3 will be out. sorry.
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