Skott's Notes: I know this chapter is majorly overdue and thank you for those who reviewed this story. Made me all fuzzy inside 3
A thanks to PianistFingers, animal.cracker.assassinator, BakaNekoShojo, Shizouka, wirlpool, Teng-A-Ling, Angelgreen65, and Yuffie's Ninja Insanity for reveiwing my first chapter.
A horrible incident happened a few weeks ago when my stupid uncle deleted all my stories and I had to restart. For some reason it took me longer to redo them because of so many factors. So my apologies.
(Disclaimer in first chapter)
She lays down on the sidewalk.
Never very analytical.
She is something sinply beautiful
Re-appear when you feel magical
To back in the days when we were young.
When everything was like a loaded gun.
Ready to go off at any minute.
Yeah, you know we're gunna win again.
C H A P T E R T W O
A family dysfunctional
XxX June 06. Saturday night. Sasuke's room.
Sasuke stared at the screen blankly. The conversation was spread out in front of him, he scrolled up to re-read something, then scrolled down with the small scroll button on the mouse back to what was last said. He would never say chatting was one of his favourite things. Actualy, he never liked touching a computer unless it was for the final copy of an essay, or some other assignment, but he had a chatting account due to an awkward argument about his social interactions. Suigetsu was a bitch when it came to tech and computer things and when he found out Sasuke didn't have an account, he tried making one for Sasuke.
In the end Suigetsu won because Sasuke couldn't bring himself to really care after about 5 minutes of useless and weak pointed arguing. He was a little ticked at the screen name ( blackNugget ) but saw no reason to change it, there was a story behind that name after all. His eyebrows furrowed together as he read what Suigetsu typed out for him.
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Water.sliced says: Have you spoken to Kin lately?
blackNugget says: No, why the hell would I?
Water.sliced says: -shrugs- I don't know. She's been talking about your little tryst on Friday.
blackNugget says: And I should care... why?
Water.sliced says: I'm not saying you should care. I'm just telling you that she's been talking.
blackNugget says: You know I don't care, so why bother?... There's a reason isn't there?...
Water.sliced says: You know me too well.
blackNugget says: Well...
Water.sliced says: She's saying you got some STD and now a lot of girls are talking about it...
blackNugget says: So?
Water.sliced says: So... That's all you have to say about it? It's going to ruin your reputation...
blackNugget says: You think I care about that? Fuck them all. Like I care if they fucking hang all over me like bitches, maybe now i'll get some peace...
Water.sliced sasy: Whatever. There might be a fight sometime this week by the way...
blackNugget says: Ohh? Do tell...
Water.sliced says: Your such an idiot. Since Kin started the rumour, Karin's been pissed..
blackNugget says: Tch, it's just a fucking chick fight. I'm going to bed now, I have to get up early.
Water.sliced says: Oh yea. You have visit your psycho therapist tomorrow...
blackNugget says: Shut the fuck up you moron.
Water.sliced says: Love you too asswipe.
blackNugget says: Your such a fag. I'll talk to you later.
Water.sliced says: You logging on tomorrow?
blackNugget says: No... now quit talking so I can log off...
Water.sliced says: wait. Have you even added anyone else besides me and Juugo to your list?
blackNugget says: Bye...
- blackNugget has logged off
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Sasuke was a little disturbed with his ex's behaviour. Kin had always been known for being a bitch, but she was also a very hot bitch that was wanted by almost all the guys. So Sasuke had agreed to dating her only in hopes that the girls who always seemed to hit on him would stop. It was surprising when Sasuke had gotten hit on more than usual since he started dating. He dumped Kin when he noticed she was trying to flirt with his brother on one visit to his house.
Sasuke rubbed his head in frustration as he waited for the computer to shut off fully. He didn't really care about his reputation at all that much; okay, he cared but only a little. It would be alright without all the attention from the girls but he loved being in control, knowing that someone could bend to his will at the snap of his fingers. It was empowering.
He stood up as the screen blinked off engulfing his room into darkness. He made his way over to his bed and plopped down ungracefully with a small grunt escaping from the soft impact. He was tired especially since he stayed up for an extra hour just to chat with Suigetsu who had only informed him of his cousin's knew sword for his collection, Juugo's attempt at a date, some other minor things like parties and gossip. Sasuke barely heard the crash that came from the front side of the house, but ignored it in favour of sleep.
XxX June 07. Sunday morning. Sasuke's room.
Obsidian eyes blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the loud shrilly noise from the alarm clock in vain. He rolled over in annoyance, trying to cover his ears with a pillow. It only muffled the sounds, and it was still annoyingly loud. Sasuke sat up quickly, throwing his pillow on the floor in the process as he check the time. It was only 6:00 in the morning.
Throwing the tangled blankets off of him in a hurried rush of anger, he went to the alarm clock and slammed his hand down on it for a while before feeling satisfied with it's broken glory. He knew in his gut who the culprit of the mystery alarm clock setting was. It was Sunday for goodness sakes! Sasuke had this habit where once he woke up he could never properly fall asleep again no matter how much he tried, so he had every right to be angry.
Sasuke's morning hazed mind finally went into gear when he tried walking to his bathroom only to trip over his backpack that was carelessly on the ground in the middle of the room.
It was a fucking Sunday.
Itachi was going to be badly hurt when Sasuke saw him.
It was 6:00 on a fucking Sunday! His appointment was at 1:00, but he always started riding into town around 12:00. Having 6 hours to waste at home wasn't really a fun thing.
Sure there was lots of things to do in the house, but Sasuke found home not an ideal place where Sasuke could just 'hang'. With nothing to do Sasuke did the only other thing that you could possibly do in the morning. He got ready. Taking a quick shower and changing into some jeans with a chain, a long sleeved white shirt beneath a black button up shirt that wasn't buttoned up, Sasuke felt ready enough to leave the confines of his room.
He quickly fluffed up the back of his hair with a little gel that held it up and semi-spikey, and combed his bangs so that they would stay straight. He walked down the hallway, down the stairs and turned a few corners before he reached the kitchen. He stood frozen in his spot when he noticed his brother sitting at the table calmly drinking his coffee with a newspaper in front of him.
"Why'd you turn on my fucking alarm clock?" Sasuke demanded, glaring at his brother as he made his way to the refridgerator. Itachi lifted his head from the newspaper to watch his brother retrieve something from the refridgerator.
"I had to," Itachi stated calmly, sipping his coffee, watching his brother for his reaction.
Sasuke turned around and closed the fridge with his foot, bread and eggs in his hands. He glared at Itachi as he set the food down on the counter. "What? Why?"
"I had to because I'm driving you today into town," Itachi replied smirking when Sasuke's face went red with anger.
"When did this happen?" Sasuke seethed.
"Now, now, Sasuke. Don't be such a sour puss. Mother requested that I do so since your car will be in the garage for a while. You should be thankful that I'm driving you," Itachi said mockingly.
"What the hell happened to my car?" Sasuke asked with his fists clenched at his sides as he stared at the person he had to call a brother.
"Deidara's an idiot when he drives a stick shift," was all Itachi supplied before looking down at his newspaper, trying to ignore his brother.
Sasuke stiffened at his brothers words. He forced himself to stay grounded to the spot. He wanted so badly to rush over to Itachi and punch him in the face, or hurt him in any way actually, but he refused to give in to his anger. He knew what would happen if his mother found out that they got into a fight again. She would get all upset about the anger management not working, then she would get mad at her sons. No one dared to get Mikito Uchiha angry, it was almost like an unspoken rule amoung the Uchiha men.
"How bad?" Sasuke asked almost afraid of the answer.
Itachi didn't glance up as he answered. "It'll be fixed, Sasuke."
"I know that, but how bad did the blonde damage it?" Sasuke pushed the subject and he could clearly see Itachi's eye twitching in annoyance. Sasuke glared when Itachi ignored him and turned a page of the newspaper.
"Don't ignore me. Just answer the damn question, it's not that fucking hard to answer. Unless your that big of an idiot," Sasuke tried taunting the answer out.
"Go get ready Sasuke, or I'm leaving without you," Itachi added off handidly.
"You're avoiding the question," Sasuke acused.
"And your a waste of my time," Itachi stated, glaring at his brother as he folded the newspaper and placed it roughly on the table top. Sasuke ignored the small pang in his heart as he left the room, breakfast ignored for today.
XxX June 07. Sunday morning. Madara's home.
Humming wafted down the hallway from the kitchen. The sounds of someone cooking was unmistakable, a fridge door was opened and closed, then the humming stopped. Lazy footsteps were heard from the stairway. A darkhaired man's head popped out from the kitchen doorway.
"Sai-kun?" he called out uncertainly. "Obito-kun?"
"Arrg," was the only response before the sound of someone falling down the stairs was clearly heard.
A gasp, frantic footsteps, someone fell out of a bed from upstairs, and more groaning and inaudable speaking from the uncouncious boy on the ground. The older man knelt down next to his son and he held out his palm to the boys forehead.
"Is he okay Madara-kun?" Obito called out from the top of the steps.
Madara sighed, looking up to his nephew before nodding. "Yea, I'm sure he'll be fine"
"That's like, what? The fifth time he's done that. Maybe you should - ," Obito started out, his weariness from sleep already long gone since he fell from his bed.
"Maybe I should get him help, is that what your going to say?" Madara asked in a growl, annoyed that everyone seemed to think his son needed help.
"Well, just for his sleepwalking at least. Or look it up in the library or on the internet, or something. Is it even normal to sleepwalk?" Obito asked, sitting now on the top of the steps, watching as Madara guided Sai to the couch where he curled up immeditly into a small ball.
"I don't know. How the hell should I know," Madara snapped in a whisper, his eyes never leaving Sai for a second.
"Mnn, I don't.. mmm, move," Sai started to get up, mumbling incohertenly. Madara went to grab him but Obito stopped him.
"Wait!" he whispered harshly. "Watch what he's going to do, where's he going?"
Madara got up and followed behind Sai, Obito tiptoing down the steps so that the two could be sure nothing happened to the sleepwalking boy.
Madara rushed in front of Sai to block the downstairs door.
"Why are you blocking him?!" Obito asked quietly.
"He's going to fucking fall down the stairs and break his bones!" Madara retorted angerly. He did not want his child getting hurt so early in the morning too.
"Well, let's carry him down the stairs then!" Obito exclaimed in a hush-hush voice. Madara rolled his eyes and opened the door. It was hard since Sai continued to thrash around in his sleepwalking state, but they had managed to bring him down the stairs. The only one with any damage being Obito who took a foot to his face. Once they got him down the steps, Sai went to his easle and stated painting, his eyes glazed over with sleep.
"Should we just leave him down here?" Obito questioned, his eyes following Madara as he made his way up the steps.
Madara waved a hand over his shoulder, slowly ascending the steps. "Maa, maa. He'll be fine, i'm sure. I gotta go brush my teeth and get ready to head down to the club," he said, with Obito just a few steps behind him.
Obito eyed the food on the counter and turned the way Madara left the kitchen. "Can I have your breakfast?!" Obito yelled down the hall Madara seemed to disappear from.
"Go for it," was the shouted reply.
Sasuke slammed the car door hard enough to knock it off the car altogether. He heard Itachi say something from inside the car but ignored it in favour of going into a cafe for a much deserved breakfast he didnt' get to have that morning. And maybe a coffee or two.
As he entered the seemingly nice cafe, Karin was spotted at the other side of the room serving someone. Not wanting to deal with that right now, Sasuke turnd around and went out the door. He looked at the street name and noticed he wasn't that far from his uncles place.
Maybe i'll drop by for a visit... he thought idly, making his way down a few streets until he came across Mckibbon rd. He walked up to a house with the only purple door on the street. He knocked twice and waited. The door opened and revealed a half dressed Madara with a tooth brush dangling from his lips.
"Hello, Madara-ojii," Sasuke said bowing. Madara raised an eyebrow.
"Hey," he mumbled around the tooth brush before leaving the front door wide open and heading up the stairs. Sasuke took this as his invite to the house. Having been here multiple times before he walked down the hall to the kitchen to steal something to eat.
Obito was sitting at the table eating some eggs, beacon and some toast. Obito immediatly brightened up at the site of his younger cousin. "Hey Sasuke-chan!"
A small upturn of Sasuke's lips was all the happiness Obito was graced with that morning. "Hey Obito-kun," he said half heartidly already raiding the fridge.
"Hey Sasu-chan," Obito said suddenly, curiousity filling his eyes as Sasuke looked back at him. Sasuke would never admit it, but he only allowed his family, certain family members mind you, to call him something as degrading as Sasu-chan.
"Hmm?" Sasuke muffled around his mouthful of an apple.
Sai chose the moment to open the downstairs door with a loud bang, before he slowly made his way to the table, plopping down at a free chair.
"Why... was I downstairs?" Sai asked throughly confused. He still looked really tired with the way he dragged his feet and practically landing on the table, his head making a loud thud which both Obito and Sasuke knew would hurt some where in the future when the boy was fully coherent.
"You don't remember?" Obito asked with wide eyes. Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he watched Obito relay the story over to Sai, who looked suspiciously like he was going to fall asleep.
Obito sighed when he noticed that Sai was actually asleep. "He does this all the time!" Obito said to Sasuke.
"Does he?" Sasuke asked skeptically. He knew Sai wasn't really a morning person just as much as he was, but sometimes Sai did take it to the extreme.
"Yea," Obito said nodding his head. "One time I was talking to him about this awsome song I wrote and then just like that," here Obito snapped his fingers. ".. he was asleep on me. But that's only in the mornings. It usually takes quite a bit to wake him up, but he's pretty much sleeping until 11, even in the car or if we're walking."
Sasuke snorted. Sai mumbled something into his sleeve and Obito was leaning over trying to hear what the boy had to say. Madara came into the room with a shirt on.
"That's just the way he is Obito-kun, drop it," Madara narrowed his eyes at Obito as a warning. Sasuke raised an eyebrow as the two stared eachother down, somehow Sasuke felt he was out of the loop of whatever was going on. Madara suddenly turned his head to Sasuke.
"Why are you here so early in the morning Sasuke-kun?" Uncle Madara asked taking a seat at the last chair that surrounded the table.
Sasuke's back stiffened as he thought back to why he was there early in the morning again, having disappeared for the while when he was in the presence of his more amusing family members.
"Itachi gave me a ride this morning," this sentence was said with distaste and a scrunched up nose.
XxX June 07. Sunday afternoon. Sasori's studio apartment.
Itachi was having a bad day. He snapped at Deidara twice, got into a verbal spat with Sasori and even swore at Kisame who suddenly decided that Itachi wasn't his best friend anymore. Itachi sighed in annoyance. His friends could be so immature sometimes it pissed him off and a lunch break wasn't a good enough reason for Itachi to stop practicing their music when they were so close to perfecting one song.
"Quit it Hidan," Itachi said for what felt like the tenth time that day. Hidan laughed and put the hockey stick on the ground.
"So, yous gunna change your mind or not?" Hidan asked leaning back on his seat. Itachi regarded him with bored eyes.
"If you think poking me with your fucking stick is going to change my mind then you have got another thing coming," Itachi said smoothly.
Hidan laughed out loud. "Trust me, I know what makes you tick, and if I don't I can find out what makes you tick so just give up now. It's not that hard Itachi."
Itachi glared at his Hidan for thinking that he would give in that easily. He was a Uchiha for goodness sakes, he wasn't going to let one annoying anf immature person piss him off that bad that he would give into anyones demands. No, certainly not. He had more self control and Itachi knew that if he wanted he could wait for however long he damn well felt like it and no silver haired asshole was going to change that.
Hidan's hand slowly went to pick up the hockey stick again and Itachi narrowed his eyes at said hand. Oh how he wanted to break that hand right now just so he could see Hidan scream in pain. Why did his 'friends' leave him with this fool anyway?
"Don't. Even. Think. About. It." Itachi said, his voice emphasizing on each word carefully.
Hidan playfully tossed the hockey stick in his hands and raised and eyebrow. "What's yer deal anyway? All I want is to check it out, i'm not going to touch anything, you don't even have to give me the keys to the door. Just open it for me."
Itachi decided that saying nothing to Hidan would truly be a wise decision at the moment considering all he wanted to do was scream at the annoying pest. Turning his head away and crossing his arms, Itachi settled for the hopefully short wait.
Poke. Poke
That. Was. It!!!
With burning mad eyes, Itachi wereched the hockey stick away from Hidan and stood up, snapping the stick cleanly in two on his knee. Oh sure it hurt like a bitch but at least Hidan had nothing to poke him with now, does he?
"What the hell!?!?!" Hidan yelled, his eyes wide staring at his poor hockey stick. He had hockey practice in the afternoon too! Itachi could have cared less as Hidan yelled about his coach going to be mad or something like that, served him right for messing with him like that.
Itachi glared at Hidan who decided to attack him with his hands and Hidan was aiming for the neck. That was how Deidara, Sasori and Kisame found them when they opened the door to the studio livingroom. Kisame quickly handed Sasori the bags of food in his arms and went to pry his two friends apart.
"Quit it right now!" Kisame yelled, going in between Itachi and Hidan. Hidan who just had to have long nails somehow slashed Kisame just below his eyes qith his fringernail and as a reaction Kisame shoved Hidan away from him almost all the way across the room.
"Your fucking retard!" Itachi yelled, finally losing his last straw in his pent up frustrations of the day. His cousin wanting to meet him so fucking early in the morning hadn't helped, nor had his brothers attitude which ultimately caused mixed emotions within Itachi. And now having to deal with idiots and disagreeing with them all morning, not to mention his fucking parents, whom weren't any help at all with a certain issue that concerned his little brother.
"I told you to wait, WAIT! For the CD to be done which would be a little less than 24 hours, but have you no patience? No of course not becase your a fucking asshole! You immature freak, then you go and pull a hockey stick out on me! What the hell was that!? You KNOW from Deidara how I am when it comes to patience, but NO, you don't listen now do you Hidan."
Deidara nodded in agreement with a sympathisizing look for Hidan because he knew what Itachi was saying was right. Sasori, just raised and eyebrow and looked at Hidan, his eyes almost accusing. Kisame just listened and with each word his eyebrows shot up a little higher and higher.
Hidan stood still for a moment, not noticeing that he was released from the grip that Deidara had taken on him. With a sneer, Hidan collected his things and left the apartment with a slam of the door, not bothering to say goodbye or anything. It was an awkward silence for a long while, Itachi was going down from his frenzy and the rest were just waiting for Itachi to make the first move.
Rubbing his head and falling back on the couch, everyone else took that as a sign to move and all went for the bags with food in them. Itachi felt a little gratitude when a cheese string was thrown next to him on the couch. At least he would be able to enjoy his favourite snack food.
But then his cellphone rang...
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XxX June 07. Sunday afternoon. Therapy Building.
Sasuke layed down on his favourite chair and settled himself comfortably. His therapist, old man Sarutobi, was sitting at his desk, pen and book ready. Sasuke waited for the first liner that Sarutobi never failed to use first thing before starting on one of his mindless rants.
"So Sasuke, how are you feeling this fine evening?"
"I'm feeling okay," Sasuke answered, his eyes studing the ceiling. He knew every crease and cranny in this ceiling down to the very last stains.
"Okay? Care to elaborate," Sarutobi drawled out.
With a sigh Sasuke went on with one of his long winded one sided conversations with his therapist.
"Well, I broke up with my girlfirend as you know, she's spreading rumours about me. Some shit like I have an STD or something. Not true before you ask. I'm a little nervous about what that's going to do to my rep but i'm not going to let it hold me down. My brother was a bitch and his friend crashed into my car this morning so I had to get a ride with Itachi but he had something to do at 8 in town so we had to leave early."
"Where did you stay all morning?"
"I went to my uncle Maddies this morning and talked to my cousin Obito and Sai for abit."
"Oh? And how was that?"
Sasuke shifted and looked at Sarutobi from the corner of his eyes. Sarutobi had his hands folded on the desk with a small smile on his face to show he was listening. Sasuke bit his lip.
"It was fine. Talked pretty much. Played some Halo 3 with my cousin for abit, but that's pretty much it. Then Obito drove me down here for my appointment. My uncle Maddie was talking about his underground club thing and told me I should go tonight. I don't really want to though, but knowing Suigetsu i'll be persuaded to go somehow."
"Ah yes, Suigetsu. He's still pulling those tricks on you?" sarutobi questioned with a knwoing smile.
Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes. "When is he never?"
Sarutobi, still smiling, nodded his head in understanding. It seemed that Suigetsu was pretty good at computers and always seemed to con Sasuke into things with small petty threats that meaned absolutely nothing. Sasuke knew that if Suigetsu ever went on with his threat he would be beaten down to a bloody pulp, but the requests that went with the threats were never harmless and Sasuke always ended up agreeing anyway.
"I have an in-class exam next week on Friday," Sasuke commented nonchantedly.
Sarutobi leaned forward on his desk. "Oh yes, that's right. Exams are coming up within a week ro two correct?"
Sasuke nodded his head.
"And how do you think you'll do?"
Sasuke shrugged. "Good, I guess. I'm not going to be getting as great grades as my brother did during his eleventh year. I'll probably be around 80 or 90 which is alright, but not up to my standards," Sasuke addmitted with an eye twitch.
Sarutobi nodded his head. He knew his patient had very high standards when it came to academic acheivment and didn't expect any less.
"What do you plan on doing during the break?"
"Hm, nothing I guess. I'll be at home with my mom and dad. I think Itachi is leaving for a while. I overheard my parents talking about finally getting him an apartment in town."
Sarutobi smiled secretly. Sasuke's train of thought was finally getting somewhere where he could bring up a different matter, something that he had already spoken to about with Sasuke's parents and brother.
"And how does that make you feel?"
Sasuke shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I don't really care."
"Why not, he's your brother?"
Sasuke snorted. "Brother or not, I still don't give a shit."
Sarutobi sighed, deciding now was about time to get out the major arragement that was already set up. He was certain Sasuke would not react well to the new plans for his therapy sessions, but he didn't have a choice anyway. Permission was given.
"I would like to speak to you about some new arragements that have come up concernin your therapy sessions with me," Sarutobi said, movin around papers. Sasuke sat up and looked at Sarutobi.
"I'm not getting another therapist, am I? You can't do that, you've been my therapist for almost 3 years. I'm not comfortable around anyone else!" Sasuke exclaimed, horror and worry in his eyes.
Sarutobi laughed. "Glad to know I'll be missed. But no, that's not it Sasuke."
"Then what?"
"Starting Thursday, you won't be coming here for your session. It will be spent at home," Sarutobi started, still looking for that document he had out for his next therapy session with a man named Orochimaru.
"So i'm not having sessions on Thursday anymore?" Sasuke asked a bit confused.
"Oh no, you'll still have your session but it won't be spent with me."
"Then who?"
"Well, as we both know, you refuse to speak of your brother," Sarutobi began. At his brothers name, it suddenly dawned on Sasuke. So with wide eyes he stood up quickly.
"I am not going to be hanging out with my brother for over a fucking hour. No fucking way and you can't fucking make me. What kind of therapist are you anyway?!" Sasuke yelled.
Sarutobi sat still, ignoring the threats and names that were being thrown his way. When Sasuke settled, red faced and chest heaving Sarutobi finally spoke.
"I already spoke with your paretns and brother and have gotten permission from them concerning this issue. And the kind of therapist I am is the kind that wants his patients ot be better. I have come to the conclusion that for you to get better you must face the major conflict in your life which is your brother."
Sasuke glared at Sarutobi for a moment before he sighed in defeat and sat down on the chair thing.
"So your telling me that instead of sitting in this office I get to be at home but in the prescence of my brother for my therapy?" Sarutobi nodded his head.
"Do I have to talk to him?"
Another nod and another loud sigh
"Fine," Sasuke said through gritted teeth. "But don't expect me to say much, our time is up," Sasuke said getting up and heading for the door.
"See you Tuesday," Sarutobi called out which was followed by the slamming of a door.
Skott's Notes: I was kinda hoping that this chapter would be longer, but I wanted to post this already. I'm superly excited to post the chapter which has the Itachi-Sasuke confrontation. If you have any questions just PM me and I'll answer the best I can without giving my plot away. D. Hope you liked it.
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