Going Long
Why?
Because SuiSasu deserves more love than it gets.
You know its true love when you get a finger gun held to your head by a large naked male.
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
First: Bad Landing
Jocks Make My Bleeding Heart Bleed Blacker Than Before by Uchiha Sasuke
As I cut my left wrist at a thirty-degree angle with my mom's safety blade
I feel ever so dead inside
My bleeding black heart feels so sad and dark and even more so decayed
And I can't let it subside
The footballs fly outside my darkly tinted bedroom window
And I can't stop the pain
And I look outside to see my devastating heart blow
Since there isn't any rain
And the jocks laugh and frolic and play
Why won't the sun stop the shine?
Man they look so fucking gay
Just like this rhyme
"Sasuke, I'm sorry to say this, but as your English teacher, this is the worst shitty poetry I've ever seen!"
Uchiha Sasuke just flipped his bangs out of his dark shadow applied eyes and scoffed. "Whatever."
Iruka rubbed his temples and bit his bottom lip. "Look Sasuke, I know you're going through this 'emo' phase or whatever they are calling it, but you shouldn't allow it to affect the quality of your schoolwork, do you understand?"
Sasuke glared at him. "How dare you ask if I understand when YOU don't even understand me! Nobody understands me!" And he stalked out the classroom, rubbing at his runny mascara. Iruka watched him go with a face that screamed "what the hell?"
Sasuke sniffled slightly as he gripped at his ragged black backpack and flipped his bangs away from his eyes again. He stomped right up to his best friend and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Hey Sasuke, what's up?" Uzumaki Naruto asked as Sasuke leaned his body against him, circling his arms around the blond teenager's neck.
"Am I still pretty?" Sasuke mumbled from where his face was on Naruto's neck. His friend frowned.
"Of course you're still pretty! Who said you weren't?" Naruto demanded. Sasuke blew his bangs away from his face again.
"Mr. Iruka said that my poetry was shitty and said that I was going through an overly emotional phase…" he muttered. Naruto smiled at his best friend and held him by his pale, eyeliner smeared cheeks.
"You know you will always be pretty to me and your poetry is the best I ever read in my life!" he reassured. Sasuke smiled slightly.
"You always know what to say to me Naruto," he said. Naruto smiled back at him and they stayed like that for moment until someone pushed Sasuke against Naruto's torso.
"Fags! Go get a room!" a tall white-haired football player sneered. Sasuke got up and flipped them the finger. The rest of the jocks chuckled and walked off. Naruto brushed himself off and looked at Sasuke in concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Sasuke nodded and brushed his bangs out his eyes once more.
Naruto sighed. "Well, I'm going to the art room. Wanna come so we can compare our pictures of darkness and suffering?"
Sasuke smirked. "You know I can't paint worth shit."
The blond smiled brightly. "Yeah, but for you, all you have to do is color the canvas black!"
"Well, I'll paint with you if you write some poetry with me tomorrow, okay?" Sasuke said. Naruto gave him a thumb up.
"Count me in!"
----------GOING-LONG----------
The painting session had taken a bit longer than the two suspected. So, when Sasuke set out to go home, it was late in the afternoon. As he walked past the football field, he sneered at the football players who ran around, throwing and catching balls.
"GO LONG, SUIGETSU!"
Sasuke snapped out of his absolute hatred for jocks.
"Huh?"
The large white-haired football player was soaring towards him, seemingly flying toward the ball that was headed straight towards Sasuke. The emo brunet felt his panic levels reach ultimate high as this 'Suigetsu' began to descend in slow motion over Sasuke.
"OOF!"
A sickening crack was heard as the jock landed directly on Sasuke. The black-haired teenager didn't move as the football player slowly got off of him.
"Sorry about that. need some help there?" he offered holding out his hand. Sasuke didn't respond.
"Hey man, I asked if you needed any help," Suigetsu repeated. Sasuke didn't move.
"Dude, I think you killed him." A fellow football player whispered in awe.
Suigetsu's eyes widened.
"Oh shit."
Is Sasuke really dead? Is Suigetsu going to go to jail for murder? Will Iruka ever understand? The answers for all of these questions are most likely no, but learn the REAL answer in the next chapter!
END FIRST
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