BLESSHISFALL

Sasuke Uchiha is the most adored boy on the planet, it is he who is the meaning of absolute perfection. Naruto, however, is just the opposite. With an abusive father, self-destructive personality, and he has no hope whatsoever of being loved. But why, or rather, but how, could anyone as perfect as Sasuke ever notice something so unstable, so imperfect? SasuNaru. Rated for abuse, cutting, sex, drugs and other adult themes. Oh, and language usage.

Hello, one and all. This is my first story. I found it on an old floppy disk Yes, I still use floppy disks. : ) I've decided to resurrect it. It get's good I swear. I'm not the best abuse writer thing, but I'll improve. You can help ! I'm a pretty good fluffy, lemon writer though. ; So, I guess you'll have to keep reading and wait for one of those. They'll come. Enjoy ?

Disclaimer :

I do not own Naruto. I do not own Blessthefall and their lyrics later to come. Wish I did though Craig's pretty. :)

Sasuke Uchiha awoke to the sound of his brother's loud footsteps echoing down the hallway of the otherwise quite Uchiha mansion.

"Fuck.", the dark haired wonder moaned aloud opening his onyx eyes to the morning.

He absolutely loathed his brother with every part of his gorgeous being. He glared at his open window, judging by the color of the sky that it was about time to drag himself out of bed and face his hundreds of adoring fans once again.

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On the other side of Konoha, another teenage boy was awakening to footsteps. These footsteps did not raise hatred in this boy, unlike in Sasuke. Oh no, these footsteps raised fear. These footsteps were heavy and angry.

"Damnit.", the blonde boy uttered, panic forming in the pit of his stomach. This blonde boy was smart and he knew what was coming. It was his very drunken version of his father pounding down the hallway, headed straight for him.

Having been in this situation before Naruto knew he had two choices; pretend to be asleep, or climb out his second floor window and hide out until his father calmed down and fell asleep. The last time this had happened Naruto had chosen the latter of the two. This was always the better option if his father was extremely wasted, which was most of the time. But, it was much to late to choose. His father was too close, he wouldn't make it to his window in time.

The overhead light flicked on and Naruto squeezed his eyes together, praying silently, 'No…Please God, no.'

His prayer went unheard.

In two seconds the sheets were ripped from the blue-eyed boy and he was yanked by his arm off the bed and onto the floor. With a thud his body hit the ground and a hard-toed shoe met his stomach.

"Ahh...", Naruto groaned trying to coil himself into a ball to shield himself.

That wasn't going to work. His father wouldn't allow it. With impossible strength he grabbed Naruto by the neck and lifted him to his sweaty, disgusting face. Naruto didn't see much point in resisting at this point as his father whispered something in his ear and threw him back on the floor.

The next half hour went by slowly, and Naruto didn't wish to remember any of it. Here and there he heard an 'I hate you', or a 'Fucking worthless' among other things. He had collected new bruises on his chest and arms and he was pretty sure he cracked a couple ribs, but other than that it'd been worst. So, laying on the floor, knowing his father had gone to work by now, he decided that in the next few minutes he would need to shower.

Grimacing, he got up and limped to the bathroom, turning from the mirror when he reached it. He turned the knob to the shower on his desired warmth and climbed in, grinding his teeth when the pinpricks reached his newly acquired injuries.

And that was it. Everyone was gone and he could cry again. He knew he shouldn't care. But, who wouldn't?

"Why?", he cried to himself quietly," Why doesn't daddy love me? Why does daddy hate me?'

It gets better, kids ! Promise. I've thought it out almost to the ending. Review? Critism? Compliments? Something:p