Sightless chap
Nikki: First of all I really love that all of those who read this actually read this. And I'd also like to announce that I really don't have the time for this story. So don't really expect quick updates. I had always known that this would just be a side project that I did for fun, but I really want you to know this too. And if you do get an update they will be in the 1000 to 2000 word range. Sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted.
Disclaimer: Kishimoto won't give me Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara or Neji. But there is no need to worry. Naruto and Gaara are currently digging a tunnel from Japan to my house, so all is good.
I stared at the blond and redhead that sat across from me. I hadn't known whether to apologize or get down on my knees and just beg him for his forgiveness. My heart clenched painfully with pity for this blind blond. My brain though scoffed at him and refused to sympathize with the handicapped freshman in front of me. Every part of me wanted to apologize. To bow to him and just say the words my mother raised me to say, but at the same time my father had banned from my vocabulary.
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.' If I was anyone else I would have screamed those words. But I'm Sasuke fucking Uchiha. I'm one of the legitimate sons and heir to the Uchiha legacy. I'm one of the heirs to Konoha's Police Force, even now years later. It's a gift and a curse to be a part of my family.
We are pretty well endowed; we are beautiful people with lots of money and lots of influence, yes. But we are also people with our own flaws; we are horribly asocial and can't help but be intimidating and judgmental too. And our money and looks attract some rather… unpleasant people.
"Well to avoid any further awkwardness-" I was abruptly pulled from my thoughts back to reality when Gaara spoke after loudly clearing his throat. "-I'm going to take a leak. And I expect you two to settle this issue before I get back. I don't care but if I come back and I have to cut through the tension with a machete I'm smashing both of your heads in." I scoffed at the threat from the freshman's mouth, but after locking eyes with him I realized he was dead serious.
Sabaku exited the room seconds later and I looked at Naruto. He didn't seem necessarily pitiful or helpless, but more like vulnerable. He was like a little squirrel or fox. He ran into certain situations blindly and ended up in predicaments where he had to fight. It wasn't like he couldn't fight back though; it was just that other animals could easily overpower him and hurt him severely.
I stared at him for a few moments longer with my mouth open to say something and then shut I it when I realized that I had no idea as to what to say. I had obviously been the first one to insult him, unintentionally by all means. But I guess I was also the first one to look past the dobe's lack of sight.
Then the dobe fucking smiled.
Like nothing had happened. I almost lost my lunch when he sent me the biggest most sincere smile in the history of smiles. I could've sworn he had almost ripped the corner of his lips off. The smile was sickeningly bright, and the blonde's teeth were impeccably white.
I kept my expressions blank and returned to my work while Naruto just kicked his legs back and forth repeatedly. For a while I typed diligently and the only sounds that filled my kitchen were the click of the keys being pressed and Naruto's sock-clad feet scraping against the tiles.
"Hey Gaara! Did you drown in there?" I glanced at my junior and sighed. First of all he was screaming in the wrong direction (my bathroom is the second door on the left, not the right- dobe.) and he was being extremely loud.
"Scream a little bit louder dobe. I don't think the people in America can hear you." * I realized too late that was the wrong thing to say. I was already on the blonde's bad side, and I think I just made myself one step higher on that list.
"What did you just say teme?" He didn't wait for me to reply. "I have half a brain to knock you on your ass!" His threat would have been more intimidating had he been facing my direction instead of the stoves. So I told him exactly that and it got the blond standing on his own two feet once again.
"You're such a bastard! You don't know what it's like to be blind!" Where did this development come from? "I can't see which direction you're in! I have to guess by where you sound like you're talking from! Have some consideration!"
My mouth moved without my consent.
"What you want is sympathy! Not empathy! You want people to feel bad for you! You don't want them to understand you! You want PITY!" My shout echoed through the walls and my house.
Naruto instantly looked offended by my remark and I think, Gaara is going to have my ass on his freaking mantle. I regret what I've said but at the same time I can't help but feel as though it's true. But just because it's true doesn't mean its okay to say aloud.
"I want to go home. I'm going to get Gaara. Bathroom's on the right?" He may be trying to be stay strong but his dull eyes say everything.
He knows he is a burden but I never make anything easier for him. I mean, I don't know how he lives but at the same time he lets out a bit of vulnerability that draws me in. But he's blind and I'm the epitome of an asshole because my brain doesn't know the definition of sympathy.
"The fuck did you say to Naruto?" The growl came out of nowhere. It sickens me that I had done something to really upset him.
"I said he's just looking for pity because he kept complaining about being blind." I lock eyes with the turquoise orbs across the room. He doesn't have any sort of malice in them; it's more irritation than anything.
"Well he's not looking for pity; he just doesn't want to think he's weak because he's blind. He wants you to get into his mind and how he sees- or doesn't see- things." It made sense but I was not about to comment about that. I'd rather just have the dobe out of my life.
"Where's the dobe? I'll talk to him." I don't really care about Naruto per se, it's just that I don't want my conscious (something that, despite being who we are, all Uchihas have) to disturb me.
"He's feeling the painting in the hall. He likes the layers of colors. I told him what the artist drew and he was captivated. It's the one with the initials 'I.U.' He may not be able to see but he can still partake in visuals." Sabaku calmly said his chilling turquoise eyes staring me down. I may have feared him before but right now I couldn't care less if he wanted to stab me (Like in the book- The Juliet Club- I was forced to read once, 'stab, stab, stab, die, die, die').
The dobe was touching my brother's abstract painting in the hall. And Gaara hadn't even guided him to my own piece that was much better. The nerve of some mother fucking people to do stuff like that. I'd have to fix this problem. If the dobe wanted to appreciate art it would not be my brother's; no one was allowed to bypass me.
Not even the blind.
Nikki: I didn't really adore this chapter. I felt like it was needed for some development in both Naruto and Sasuke's characters but it sort of rambled on. Well would you like to tell me how well it went for you?