Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Bohemian Rhapsody ❯ The Life of the Second ( Chapter 1 )

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Bohemian Rhapsody

Chapter One: The Life of the Second

Date: July 23

Time: 11:27 PM

Entry: 1

Title: First & Second

Dear Journal,

Let me just say I never planned on getting you but with how my life is I need to have someone to talk with even though it's just a blank book. Today is my birthday and guess what? It sucks ass just like all my other birthdays. What's the point in celebrating the day you're born when no one even gives a damn that you even exist in this fucked up world? Not the kind of language you would expect from a ten year old huh? Well, in my opinion I have every reason to use it. Get ready to hear about my fucked up life on planet Earth.

I'm now currently in the sixth grade at Carnelian Middle School where I despise every single one of my classmates due to their pointless euphoria; no person in this world can be filled with that much happiness about anything.

I literally have nothing of my own in this house; the only thing in this house that is even mine is the room I'm occupying in this large ass mansion my parents own which I know good and well I won't be inheriting because of one person: Itachi.

Itachi is my older brother by four years which really sickens me because I'm always in his shadow. Everyone knows who HE is and everyone ignores ME; it's unfair. Even my parents do the same thing. My mom, Mikoto, never says a word to me. All she does is provide shelter, that's it. My father, Fugaku, doesn't even pay me any mind because every time I want to spend time with him he's always with Itachi doing who knows what. So every time he's with Itachi my mom takes me back to my room and tells me to stay there.

It's all favoritism when it comes to me and Itachi. They all love him, honor him, and WORSHIP him; it makes my stomach churn. Every time someone else acknowledges him it makes me want to puke somewhere (it almost happened to). The art of favoritism has been played since the day I was born; Itachi was born first so he's the oldest and with that everyone makes the assumption that he should be favored more over the younger one, me. I exist too; I should get some kind of love from somebody but do I get any. No I do not and I grow sick of it with every passing second. All I want is to be loved by ONE person in this life; just one person who doesn't love Itachi. If I can find that one person then I will go down on my knees and thank the Lord for His blessing.

Well I guess that's it for this birthday; sleep is the only thing I should really be doing right now. Saturday is a brand new day…

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Uchiha Sasuke awoke to the blaring sound of Linkin Park which was coming from his alarm clock. The younger Uchiha groaned and slapped down on the buttons on the alarm clock ceasing the music. He moved away from the black silk covered pillows and removed himself from the bed scratching his head. He slid the door to his room open and walked out down the narrow hallway releasing small yawns along the way. He made a right entering the spotless kitchen that was accented with onyx and silver appliances and an onyx oak floor; it was the only floor in the house that was painted that color.

Sasuke rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to the onyx refrigerator and snatched down the note that was hanging from Virgo magnet which was the Zodiac sign of Itachi. Sasuke found this small fact kind of humorous in the sense that he knew very well that his brother was in no way in representation of the astrological sign. He didn't need anyone to tell him such a fact; the sounds that traveled through the wall to his room were proof enough.

Sasuke's onyx eyes scanned over the neat scripted calligraphy that was written by his mother and right now he couldn't be more disgusted. His parents were going to be out all day which meant that he was stuck here alone with Itachi. What pissed him off more was that he knew sometime in the day Itachi was going to leave the house which would mean he would be by himself until either of them arrived back within the mansion.

Sasuke glared at the paper and tossed it in the nearby silver trash can. Seeing as how Sasuke had no cooking experience, hated cereal with a passion, and was allergic to oranges, which was the only fruit that existed in the house, the younger Uchiha was forced to improvise. His eyes settled on the fifth silver cabinet from the refrigerator; it was one place where Itachi said he was prohibited to go into. That cabinet was Itachi's official pocky stash.

Sasuke remembered when the development of Itachi's pocky obsession began. It happened when the older Uchiha was eight years old and he brought back a box that he discovered on the sidewalk. When he sat down in the center of the navy couch that day he turned the box to the front to see the word `Pocky' and the flavor at the bottom, it was chocolate pocky. After the first bite the emotionless sibling couldn't get enough of the snack.

Sasuke was terribly hungry and he has always wanted to try pocky since the day Itachi discovered it on the city sidewalk. He checked out the hall to make sure his brother wasn't coming and he climbed on top of the polished onyx counter and opened the cabinet to see perfectly aligned pocky boxes arranged by flavor. Sasuke pulled out a box of chocolate pocky and closed the cabinet. He moved off the counter and ran back to his room so Itachi wouldn't find him.

Retrieving food was a daily task for Sasuke for every meal of the day. His parents had no knowledge of him living so they most likely forget he's even in the house and no food would be given to him so he had to always get his own food. With only junk food as his only real food source Sasuke usually skipped his daily meals placing him at a hazardous weight of 83 pounds. When he was finally taken to the doctor it was stated that he was at a serious health risk but Sasuke could tell that his father wasn't paying too much attention to the statement.

Sasuke could here footsteps coming towards his door and he ran into the closet pulling up a square floorboard. He lowered himself into the tight place under the floor as his bedroom door opened. He found the floorboard when he was five years old and it was a good hiding place when he wanted to get away from Itachi. The number one reason Sasuke appreciated his room: there were dozens of hiding places making it nearly impossible for anyone to find him within only seconds.

Sasuke lifted the floorboard up a bit allowing air inside the compartment and he lowered the hatch back down. The only downside to him hiding there was the fact he had to make sure he had enough air to breathe while he was there. Sasuke heard the closet door open and he remained still not making any gesture that he was under the floor.

He felt his air supply weltering again and he decided to take the risk of pushing the floorboard up but when he pushed up the hatch wouldn't open. Sasuke was very sure that it wasn't stuck. He began to pound on it but he tried to be careful not to use up the last bit of oxygen he had. With each pound he made Sasuke lost a bit of oxygen causing him to gasp harder. The feeling of suffocation entered his system and he felt as if a white light flashed right in front of him. He pushed up and again and the hatch flew open. Sasuke took in a large amount of oxygen and looked up at his older brother who was standing before him with the same emotionless look on his face.

Itachi grabbed the younger one's shirt pinning him to the wall and snatched the white box away from him, “If you ever touch anything of mine again you WILL be non-existent”

The older Uchiha dropped the ten year old and slammed the closet door in his face. Sasuke lied down on the barren, chilling oak wood floor and allowed diamond tears to fall down his face. All his life the one thing people used to describe Itachi was that he was a man and one person said that he needed to do the same. Being a man in this diverse world was a game Sasuke played for far too long. He's been playing it since five years old and it has yet to pull him out of square one. He didn't see the point in being a man if no one was going to pay attention. The only option he was left with in these kinds of situations was to cry; he saw no other way out.