Authors Notes: WOOHOOO! Man, I've been so pumped to start writing again. Exams are over, summer is here, and I am loooooadddeddd with free time. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Ps. I forgot to write that I don't own Naruto, and all that crap, so don't sue me. (:
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R i g h t B e f o r e H e F a l l s
B y: M o o n s k i e
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Chapter 3;
I'm Sorry
On the way back to his house, Sasuke felt no regrets. He didn't feel happy, nor excited that he told Naruto off. He just assumed Naruto would finally get off his back, and let him sulk in his sadness that he seemed to enjoy so much. Naruto and Sasuke were like day and night – polar opposites. That was something Naruto clearly wasn't willing to accept though, as he kept insisting on Sasuke opening up to him. What else would he have to say to me, after I treated him so badly? Remorse started to sink in, and the pit of his stomach made him feel queasy. The things he said to Naruto weren't right, even Sasuke knew that. Dwelling upon the situation wouldn't help though, it's not like Naruto would ever speak to him again.
The weather seemed to match his mood. The raindrops had no intent to stop pouring any time soon. As thoughts roared through his head, so did the thunder. Sasuke kept a consistent pace, wanting to postpone getting home and seeing Itachi for as long as he could. With his eyes glued to his feet, Sasuke's surroundings were anything but important. With the smallest hint of anger he kicked a rock, slowly following the path it had created for him. With his eyes locked on the rock, his thoughts wandered to Naruto. He couldn't help but wonder what the loser was doing. It's not as if he cared, he was just simply curious. Looking up to the sidewalk ahead, Sasuke shook his wet hair out of his face. Stopping in his place, he started rubbing his tired, sleepless eyes. His frustration towards life was more than a simple teenager could handle.
Quicker than he had expected to arrive, Sasuke stood facing the door to his house. Standing there, hand on the doorknob, he wondered if walking in now would be a good idea. Itachi would be sure to question him about why he left school and coming in later would probably be a good idea. After a few minutes passed, Sasuke reluctantly turned the door knob and walked in. Upon walking in, he saw Itachi in the kitchen, most likely preparing lunch. Fuck, he should've been at work today. He dropped his bag on the ground and wiped his wet shoes on the rug at the door. The heat and warmth of his house gave him a feeling of relief and comfort. Soon enough, those feelings of relief and comfort were suddenly cut short when Itachi opened his mouth.
"Shouldn't you be at school, young one?" inquired Itachi, not bothering to look up from his vegetable chopping. As he predicted, Itachi would have many questions to ask.
"Uh early dismissal," replied Sasuke, quieter than usual.
"I'm sure. So what's the real reason?"
"I just told you, we had an early dismissal today. Assembly day, or something like that."
"Oh, is that so? Is that why I just received a call from your school saying you are were not present in third period? Your teacher sounded quite concerned. In fact, I am too."
"Concerned my ass," mumbled Sasuke, under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Itachi looked up at Sasuke. "Whatever it is about, I'll listen to you Sasuke. You treat me like a bad guy, that's not the case."
"I'm telling you it's nothing, maybe I lied about early dismissal but I'm being honest, I just didn't feel like being at school." Sasuke tried to put on his most honest face, but it wasn't fooling anyone, especially Itachi.
"It's not like you to just leave school. Nonetheless, how was your day so far?"
"It was fine."
"Just fine? What did you do?"
"Nothing, it was only two periods."
"I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to ask, did you make any new friends?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Why would I?"
Itachi was starting to get irritated by the lack of response, and by Sasuke's dying urge to leave upstairs to his room. He put down his knife, and took a few steps towards Sasuke. Sasuke was starting to get nervous, and you can see the sweat gleaming on his forehead.
"You're quite the talker Sasuke, I wonder who you inherited that trait from."
"No one, you just rubbed off on me."
"You know, just because our parents aren't around anymore, doesn't mean there's an open invitation for you to treat me like shit. I am your brother, and you will respect me," said Itachi, in an almost whisper like voice.
"I don't treat you like shit, and I do respect you. I guess you're just too busy to see it. You never even pay attention to me anymore. Our parents have nothing do with this."
"Too busy? Don't pay attention to you? I ask you how your day was. Every. Single. Day. Don't give me that bullshit Sasuke. You know ever since the… accident you haven't been talking to me."
"The accident has nothing to do with whatever problems you think I may have. "
With that, Sasuke grabbed his bag off the ground, and headed for the stairs. Itachi made no attempt to stop him, and thought letting him go in peace would be the best option in this situation. Itachi looked back down and his vegetables, and sighed. He'll never understand how much I care.
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Upstairs, Sasuke put his bag down, and jumped on his bed. Face down, free faller position, he sighed. There was an unbelievable amount of emotions flowing through his heart, his mind, his body. There was the sadness from the loss of his parents, the neglect from his brother, and the remorse of causing the blonde pain. The last one was his fault, something he could've prevented from happening. He truly felt bad for causing him pain, even if he hated his guts. No, it was more like dislike. He simply disliked the blonde. Although his own emotional turmoil was crippling him, he couldn't help but wonder how Naruto was doing. He could help but wonder how he felt right now.
Sasuke sat up on his bed, and looked around the room. Leaving dirty socks and leftover food around were definitely not one of Sasuke's usual habits. Neither was not having his bed made before leaving for school. Things have certainly changed around the house without Sasuke's parents there. It wasn't that Itachi couldn't keep order, it was that Sasuke wasn't afraid of him like he was of his dad. The fear for his own dad made him the organized neat freak he was. Looking down at the filthy floor, he realized it was all gone. At least he still had his good grades, but those weren't going to remain either if he'd keep leaving mid-day. Sasuke wanted to change, but where was his motivation? The rivalry between the two brothers died long before Sasuke even reached adolescence.
Bending down, Sasuke took off his socks and threw them behind him. All he wanted to do was bash his head against a window. Multiple times. Turning to look at his socks, his razors caught his attention.
Sasuke suddenly heard a door slam, interrupting his thoughts. Itachi must've left for work, I guess. Sasuke sighed once more. Why was everything so complicated? Looking back at the razor, ridiculous thoughts ran through his mind. With eyes fixed on the razors, Sasuke took off his arm band. Grabbing the razors quickly, he looked back at his arm and flinched. What the fuck, since when were my cuts this bad? The deep gashes were starting to swell up, and it didn't take more than a quick glance to realize they're infected.
"Fuck," whispered Sasuke under his breath while throwing his head back. "This can't be happening, not now."
He traced his on his cuts, feeling the roughness of the damaged skin. While feeling his arm, he felt a sharp pain that made him cringe. For a fraction of a second, something inside told him not to. Fuck it.
Grabbing the blade, he placed it upon his already shredded wrist and closed his eyes. With a deep brea-
DING!
"Perfect timing, WHAT THE FUCK," shouted Sasuke, throwing his blade on the ground. He furiously got up and walked down the stairs. With the utmost grace, he made it to the front of the door without any unnecessary noise. Taking a deep breath, Sasuke put his hand on the knob and turned it. Upon opening the door, crickets could be heard in the background. There was no one at the door. All you could see were the leafless trees, swinging from side to side as the November wind blew by.
"Whoever it is, show yourself," said Sasuke, in the sternest of voices.
The eerie silence continued to fill his ears. He muttered something under his breath and slammed the door shut. He walked to his window, and pulled open the curtains. Who the fuck was it? On the way back to his room, the doorbell rung once more.
DING!
"This bitch is going to get it," muttered Sasuke.
He ran to the door, and quickly open it. Silence still. What the hell is going on? He was about to walk in when he spotted something from the corner of his eye. His attention was quickly redirected to the tiny note, and rose lying on his doorstep. He hesitated for a few seconds before bending down and picking up the note. Examining the cover, he proceeded to open it. With writing that resembled chicken scratch, Sasuke read the scribbled words.
I'm sorry.
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Authors Notes: I apologize this chapter was so short. D: I messed up on my chapter outlines, and rushed the plot a little bit. I promise next chapter will be longer. Hope you guys enjoyed it either way, and feel free to review. (: Until next time, tooodles !
