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Chapter 3

The stench of death was laced into every step that Orochimaru took. It made Sasuke cringe as he walked the houseguest up to his new room.

This is sick. Sasuke thought, I'm already surrounded by sick bastards and now I get to add one to my list. This is sick. It's twisted. Man, fuck this shit!

With this thought Sasuke turned around halfway up the stairs and slammed straight into Orochimaru. His face twisted up as the young boy walked past him and out the door.

"Allow me to apologize for my baby brother's rudeness. I assure you that it doesn't run in the family." Orochimaru smiled and looked up to the top of the stairs. Itachi stood in his black sweeping robes his face holding no emotion.

"That boy should have his tongue cut off," Orochimaru licked half of his face with his grotesquely long tongue. "We have things to talk about Itachi. Things to do." Itachi stepped up with Orochimaru, following his lead.

This is most definitely the most fun I've had in centuries. A challenge is the best. I'm sure that everyone will agree. Orochimaru's eyes followed along the window that fogged as another set of eyes appeared.

Sakura was sitting in the sand. She had excused herself after dinner and started to walk the next thing she knew she was at the beach. She stared at the glassy waves. One after the other rolling in and crashing into a million different pieces.

Sakura usually came to the beach when she wanted to think. One by one she would eliminate all of the problems in her head. She would think that the next day all of those problems would be gone but of course.

They were always waiting.

Drawing her knees up to her chest, she closed her eyes. The warm sand was all around her drawing her closer to the ocean. She could feel the rush of the water, the sound echoing in her ears. Tasting the salt all around her. She was the ocean. She was the wave that curled up and slid over the beach. A light bright as nothingness itself was shining down on her. She reached up, her fingers slipping away. She was close the light so bright, so bright. Her eyes flew open. They were burning like cigarette buds. She held them open until the shrill wind sent tears down her face.

Sasuke walked.

He liked walking. Especially when he didn't know exactly where he was going. When he was walking to his nowhere place he never looked down not once. He looked strait ahead looking for something some kind of thought to come to him. But it never did.

He walked and he walked until his shoes sunk into the ground. He stood still and looked up. The sky was dusted with grays and blues. The colors of dusk. He kept staring at the sky until he was forced to look down because he was sinking even further into the ground. Looking down he found his black shoe drowning in a blanket of sand.

"Damn it," he whispered to himself and the shoe with sand. In one swift movement he kicked his foot out of the grips of rock causing the sand to fly up and backwards into his face. He covered his eyes and his face started to go up into a pout. He quickly stopped himself as he remembered a thing that happed to him a long time ago.

His family was at the beach on a sunny day. The tiny Uchiha, not more than seven years old, was mad at his brother for dropping his ice cream.

"You did it on purpose," the little version of Sasuke accused.

Itachi blew his bangs out of his face and looked down at his little brother.

"You shouldn't go around telling lies or I'll tell mom,"

Furious, Sasuke dug his little toes into the sand and kick up hoping to hit his brother to teach him a lesson. The sand immediately turned on Sasuke and went straight for his eyes.

All he could remember was that it burned. It burned his eyes until it sent tears down his face.

Dragging his mind away from the past he looked forward. The ocean was wild and gray sending salt into the air. Sasuke always like the beach and the ocean. Everything felt so raw and real. As he continued his walk he saw no one. Except for a girl.

She was curled up in a ball and looked small and strange with her hair not only in a mess atop her hair and sticking to her cheeks but it was a soft shade of pink. He couldn't see her face but over the ocean spray and howling wind he could hear her pitiful attempts to push all of her problems away by letting streams of sorrow run down her face.

He didn't stop and bend to comfort her. He didn't pat her on the back and say it's okay. Instead in his mind he spat at her and her disgusting self. He kept walking, still thinking about the girl and all of her selfishness.

He hated her.

He didn't know but he hated her.

He hated Itachi.

He hated that nasty Orochimaru

He even hated the world.

But mostly, he hated himself.

Okay. I know it's short and I know it been a while but I have gathered my thoughts and decided to keep writing. I know that my writing style has changed but I wanted to try something new. Don't worry this isn't going to be some total I hate everything story and it will get better. I promise. I have also been throwing some ideas around in my head and I might start a new story so look forward to that.

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