My throat feels better. So here we go.
Language use here, I think just Latin.
Sasuke
Four hours on field. Four fucking hours doing drills, pushup, kicks and goal kicks. He was sunburnt, he knew. His skin felt like flames. Sasuke sat in an ice bath, growling at his existence. Today would have been fine if it wasn't seven thousand degrees out and Karin didn't come to 'support' her cousin. The loss last week to Suna University really got under coach Guy's skin. Sasuke didn't even play but he was being punished for it.
Karin at first was nothing to worry about; she sat in the stands very quiet on her phone. It was the moment defensive coach Kakashi said, "Skins, line up," that the girl lost her sanity. Sasuke, being captain of the Kohona's Hawks, was to strip his shirt as Neji, second in command, lead the shirts.
The only other friends they had on team were Kiba and Naruto, which Kiba was a skin and Naruto a shirt. Sasuke played forward against Kiba who was usually a midfielder. Neji was a goalie and Naruto was the striker. Naruto is quickest on team and usually the swiftest, despite being a complete moron.
Anyway, Karin. She screamed and hollered at him like he was a cheap piece of meat, which is incredibly degrading. He swore he'd never let his friends' cat call ever again. After the worst practice in the history of ever, Karin attached herself to his arm, making it hard to get to the object of his affections.
She had his attention since third grade, with gorgeous brown hair and deep brown eyes, Ayame was just gorgeous. Not many females gained the attention of Sasuke, even less spoke to him, but she was untouchable. She was older but some years, how many he didn't exactly know, he never had the courage to speak to her. She worked with her father in a small ramen shop in the town square. Which the boys frequented Naruto had an unhealthy love for the stuff, and Sasuke was but a hopeless romantic. She was at practice today thanks to loud mouth. He said she should show because they were great and Sasuke would appreciate it. Sasuke did, but not at the expense of being laughed at by his friends for a red face.
Karin made it impossible to speak to her at first, but Kiba saw, and he pried the girl off, introducing her to the team. While distracted, Karin didn't notice Sasuke jog off to speak to her.
"Great work out there!" Her voice was pure honey and nothing was better.
"Thanks. And thank you for coming."
"Of course, anything for my number one customers!" She beamed a white smile, eyes sparkling in the evening sun.
"How's your dad?"
"He's great, asked me to tell Naruto he is introducing a new flavor of ramen named after him."
Sasuke chuckled, leaning on the short chain link fence that separates them. She was really something.
"He'll love that."
"Yeah. How's it feel to be on field again? I went to the Suna game but you weren't playing. Naruto told me. You feeling better?"
She looked for him? She went to a game? And looked for him? HIM! That made his heart jump a bit, and sunburnt face redden a bit.
"Yeah." He scratched at his head, and then moved his bangs from his face. "I'm much better. Thank you."
"You guys go against Iwa Friday right? Home?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Cool. I think I'm off Friday. Maybe I'll see it?"
Sasuke was elated. She would be willing to sit in the sun and watch him play soccer. Well not him personally, he was sure she meant the team as a whole.
"Sounds awesome. Um. See ya then?"
"You wont be coming in with Naruto for ramen Wednesdays?"
"Well. Um. Yeah. I will. So I guess I'll see you then, huh. Heh."
She laughed, throwing hair over her shoulder, which sent the boy into a haze. He hadn't realized she wasn't wearing her usual apron and slacks, but she was in a strapless sundress that reached her ankles but hugged everywhere else. It was suddenly very hard to swallow.
"Alright. See ya', Sasuke!"
"B-bye, Ayame."
That was the great part, well only great part, of his day. That and the ice bath, but speaking to Ayame was number one.
After the bath, Sasuke headed home. It was Tuesday, so no one should be home to bother him. He'd just eat then sleep till dinner, maybe play a game. He had work at ten tonight, which wasn't too bad.
Sasuke didn't hate work, partly because he did like helping others. He was an intern, getting together his hours at Kohona general. He usually worked nights in the children ward. He picked it because he wanted to become a pediatrician, having found the inspiration from his own doctor.
Staring at his truck, he figured he wouldn't get to nap. It was ridiculously dirty. Naruto, Kiba, and Neji conned him into racing around in the muddy aqueducts Saturday, and he hadn't cleaned it. His mother would have his hide if he didn't at least wash it off.
When he got home, Sasuke shot straight for the kitchen, grabbing the things for a turkey sandwich. Sasuke felt horribly starved, practice was that ruthless. Sitting on top of the counter after grabbing a water bottle. He ate happily, having found some chips as well. This was a good way to relax. But the clattering about in the hall closest to the kitchen was not. Sasuke was brave yes, but he was not an idiot. He was not prepared to fight off would be attackers with a sandwich, now was he? Carefully climbing down, he reached for the biggest knife in the kitchen.
Stealthily he crouched but the entryway, looking into the room. No one seemed to be there. Oh great, nit only was he hearing shit again but there could be a potential murderer in his house. Calm down you fool. Last thing you need is to have an all out panic attack while in a house with a psychopath.
"Now. I hardly think the knife is needed." Jumping and screeching, yes screeching, Sasuke dropped the knife. Yes, because dropping the weapon was a grand idea. Turning quickly, Sasuke glared at his brother. His brother who should be at work today.
"What in the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What is wrong with you? Why are you stalking around the house with a knife?"
"Where did you come from?"
"The back door, of course. I forgot to lock the side gate last night so I did that then came in the back."
"Hate can't even describe how I feel towards you."
Itachi laughed, picking up the knife and putting it away.
"What are you even doing here, Aniki?"
"I live here?"
"No. Why are not at work?"
"I quit. I'm gonna make chicken."
"What?"
"I'm gonna make chicken?"
"No! Itachi-."
"If you're cooking, I'm staying for dinner." A second voice from behind Sasuke chuckled, causing Sasuke to whip around, almost punching the new figure.
Sasuke's eye twitched. Of course Itachi brought his weirdo friend with him. Deidara was the worst of his friends, the freak paints his hands to look like mouths and had a weird verbal tick to him.
"That's rude. You were about to hit me!"
"Don't sneak up on people!"
Sasuke glared at both then grabbed his sandwich and walked to his room.
"Dinner in twenty! Mother and father wont be home till late!" Itachi called after him.
"Die in a hole." Sasuke yelled back, earning a laugh.
Closing and locking the door, Sasuke started stripping himself of the gross practice clothes, throwing them in the dirty clothesbasket. He walked into his bathroom and started the shower, still eating his sandwich. He scratched at his chest and wandered back into his room for some sweats.
After washing his hair twice and himself once, he walked into his room. But he was wide-awake now, couldn't nap even if he wanted to. No use in trying, minus well wash the truck.
That was not what he did. He went to an automated car wash then drove around the town. He was so bored. Maybe he'd go bother Naruto, who texted him he was bored as well, but he wasn't feeling it. Instead he should go to the park, but that sounded less than fun. Maybe the mall, he didn't really have anything else in mind and the mall was entertaining. But then again, females did roam the shopping center, and he was a beacon of attention. So Sasuke settled for the library. Quiet enough but not boring, in his opinion. Maybe he'd even run into Shikamaru, seems how it's his favorite place to take naps.
Not many people were here at the moment. So Sasuke made his way to the fiction section, hoping to find at least one good book.
"Quaeretis me."
But a sudden wave of disinterest hit him, so he made his way to the mythology section of the shelves.
"Quaeretis me."
Hazily, Sasuke looked at the titles, looking one in particular. He didn't realize he had a preference till he found the book he was looking for. An encyclopedia of Mesopotamian Gods and Goddess. Sitting at a table and flipping through the book, not all there Sasuke stopped at a page that startled him when he came to.
Ereshkigal; the Mesopotamian Goddess of the Other World.
Ereshkigal watched over the world of the sleeping in ancient Babylonian times, a fierce woman with striking features. She was usually a calm woman, from stories told of her, but had a temper. To indicate a foul mood, her eyes went completely black.
As Sasuke read on about this goddess, the more he grew annoyed. This was the book he picked up? Why in the world would this be interesting to the med student? Sure history was one of his better subjects, and he was always very curious on the first civilizations, but this was mythology, not something he found all that interesting. Maybe he could learn about it anyway as a spare time thing, while at the nurses desk or at lunch. Going back for more books on Mesopotamian mythology, Sasuke checked them out and left the library.
At home, Itachi had apparently gone out, but left a plate for his brother, and a note telling him when to expect him back. Taking the plate and a fork, Sasuke started research in his dad's study. With part of a chicken in his mouth he started up the computer. Archives upon archive were written about this Goddess. Apparently she wasn't really a scary deity, more of a motherly type to the souls in the underworld. And the underworld, though associated with darkness, was not a horrible place. The souls lacked usual enthusiasm, but so did Sasuke. The souls lived like humans, even visiting their dead love ones. How completely amazing. It was way different from the Greek study he did with Naruto for a history art project. The Greek Gods seem to be spiteful and zealous of one another, but Ereshkigal kept to herself.
He didn't notice his father staring at him from the threshold.
"Shouldn't you get ready for work?"
Sasuke jumped for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.
"Oh. Hey. When'd you get home?" Looking up, he took in the fact Fugaku was wearing a suit. They must have had a banquet of sorts at the police station.
"Not to long ago. Doing homework?"
"Yes. Almost done. I should leave now, though." Sasuke wouldn't dare his father he wasn't doing homework. His father didn't understand that homework was not assigned daily, but demanded it be done everyday.
"Aa. I will see you in the morning."
"Hn. Goodnight, say goodnight to mother for me."
"Have a good night at work."
Sasuke closed the books and turned off the computer, standing to stretch. He would be late, which has never happened before, if he stayed any longer on the computer.
Work wasn't fun. The fire alarm had been pulled and very unhappy children were woken and taken outside only to be told it was a false alarm. Sasuke was in charge of twenty kids, all cranky and now, wide-awake.
That was a nightmare. But it was over and Sasuke was face down in his pillow. Tired thoughts swirled about, as he heard the sweet lullaby he didn't realize was playing.
Ego autem te cognovi vos ambulastis aliquando somnium i.
The sweet voice carried him off to a dream filled sleep.
Scio enim splendor ille fulgor in oculo noveram. Verum quid mihi et cognovi tunc uisiones vix videntur.
And there she was. The gorgeous figure, hair long and pink, brushing her hips, irises viridian like jade, singing the song of his subconscious.
Scio quid faciam, scio autem tibi statim tuum sicut diligis me quondam somnium.
As he slept, the same jade eyes watched lovingly, brushing hair from his face.
"Pulchra." And all hers. Just had to make him see it. Which she will. But in time. He will be hers.
Language key
Quaeretis me- Latin for 'find me'
Latin 'lullaby' was Once Upon a Dream I had the Maleficent version by Lana Del Rey in mind.
Pulchra- Latin for 'beautiful'
Special thanks to Yamora Love n Friendship and MayhemBunny for the tips of throat remedies. I no longer feel like shit. Will be no chapter tomorrow night, I need to go over the chapter I wrote to be sure it's what I want. Much love
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