Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Requiem ❯ Chapter1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Requiem

Disclaimer: my father is a damn good lawyer and he can buy your asses. Wanna sue me for havin fun? Try bitch! XD

Warnings: I write because I like to. Don't like, don't read. Not a happy story.

Rating: NC17all in all

The only sound was the light buzzing …the bright white light illuminated the surroundings. A warm summer day in the park laying in the soft grass with him again. Body too tired to move, brain too tired to think. Or was it him? Probably. He had that effect, confusing thoughts, feelings. So light… body…like floating on a soft cloud in that blue sky. He liked to watch them, he looked so at peace when he did. Just staring into the endless sky…he was beautiful…a black angel. So tired…the light is fading… mind wants…peace…darkness…no voices…no…the voices in the park…too loud…so dark…

I shot up in bed as standard to the standard sound of my alarm clock. The one I've had since I started school 10 years ago. Staring wide eyed at my cobalt blue sheets for a few seconds my brain finally caught on. With a groan and a murderous intent I looked over at the chinese dragon with the digital clock in the middle and the source of the horrid tune sitting on my nightstand. Mom bought it for me so I won't be late from school. Turned out it worked better than expected as the next morning everyone woke up with a near heart attack thanks to it. I still have to smile when I recall their faces in my doorway. Letting my body fall to the side an arm reached out to silence the thing. The only reason I haven't broke it was the fact that it had been a present. With a sigh I threw the covers back getting out of bed. Mind still blank I zombied into the bathroom trying to avoid any none moving large objects in my path like the doorframe to the bathroom, which I specifically liked to bump into. Preferrably head first. I was always useless without a few things. These include: morning shower, at least 8 hours of solid sleep and thoughts about killing the math teacher.

Towel. Check. Toothbrush. Check. Toothpaste. Check. Looked into mirror on way to shower stall to affirm I look terrible in the morning. Check. Tripped and almost fell into said stall. Check. After completing the procedure I was finally able to turn on the water, brush my teeth, wash,-hair too- and feel kind of human again. I was never a morning person. Though you've probably guessed that by now. It was a miracle, once out of the shower my brain began to process what my eyes saw. Drying off I headed for my room -more specifically the huge wardrobe in it- with steady steps. Which is an accomplishment at 7 am. At least for me.

Ok. Clothes. Now that's not a part I like to spend much time on. Got a relatively ok taste and fashion sense thank God so I didn't have to think for hours what matches what and still look like I've dressed in a pitch black room. Got most of my shit from Hot Topic yes but no, I'm not emo. Don't like labels kiddies. Never did. Took out a pair of fitting dark blue pants -before you even think it no, fitting doesn't mean so tight I had to literally squeeze into it-, an also fitting red and black striped hoodie, white n' black checked belt n' my fav black converse along with red n' black striped gloves. Got a problem with it? My parents did.

When I trotted down for breakfast I didn't exactly expect the news I was about to hear. When I got into the dining room mom looked troubled, father looked like always. Nothing ever changed on that stone face of his so it didn't surprise me. The man wouldn't budge even if his mother died. Yes, you're getting the right impression. I'm not particularly good with my father. He doesn't like me I don't like him. Plain and simple. Actually I bet he couldn't care a shit less about what I do but just wants to annoy me and make my life miserable.

“Good morning.” I said nonchalantly as I sit down at the table. Standard procedure. Like everything around father.

“If you had a sister I swear you're stealing her clothes.” see what I mean? There it is. The old man's starting it again. Not that it's wise to argue with him so I just play with my fork.

“Dear, it's fashion.” mom always tried to stand on my side without getting on father's bad.

“For girls.” he snarled “And I'm fairly sure we have a son.”

I saw the waitress bring in the tray with our breakfasts. As she's setting it on the table I'm quite sure the rest of breakfast will be spent in silence. That's normally the case after the above scenario has occurred. Not that it's every morning but becoming more and more standard lately. I threw sideway glances at mom. She sat across from me a little to my right. I didn't like to see her nervous but didn't want to ask either. Not that they'd tell me anyway, unless they want to in which case they will do so without me having to ask.

“Would you like some tea master?” turning my head towards the soft voice I came face to face with Hinata on my left. She was a nice girl. Too shy but nice.

“Yes, thank you.” I watched her pour the steaming liquid in my mug. It didn't particularly fascinate me but it's not like I had anything better to stare at. Some would disagree. Our house was more like a mansion, radiating wealth.

“Sasuke,” I wouldn't have bothered looking up at father if I didn't know what an endless rambling I'd have to hear out about manners if I didn't…so I did. ”I want you to be home by 5 pm.”

I raised a brow at that. 5 pm? Was he kidding me? “Father I'm 15 and not…” I started to protest but he cut me off mid sentence.

“I said you be home at 5. Your brother is coming for a short visit while he's on a business trip and you're not going to be rude and miss it.” he than promptly went back to his bacon and eggs not paying further attention to me.

Oh, so Itachi was coming. I haven't seen my half brother in a year or so. We were never close anyway, I would've even chanced he looked down on me too back then. As for me, I didn't really have feelings toward his person…maybe envy towards the idol everyone made him out to be but not him…frankly I didn't even know him. For father he was perfect. Itachi did everything right, got good grades, had the looks, manners, the works. On the other hand if he's visiting and I have to be home early so as not to miss him than exactly how long was he staying? A few hours? Maybe until the next day or so. Breakfast went uneventful as normal from that point.

“Uchiha!!!!” I cringed at the loud screech from behind my back and the running steps. I didn't have to turn to know it was Uzumaki Naruto. The biggest pest in school and my best friend. Though not even heavy torture could ever gotten me to admit that.

“Morning to you too moron.” I smiled as a hand hit my shoulder. Hard.

“I got her number.” I heard the grin in his voice before I saw it on his face as I turned and shut my locker in the process leaning on it arms crossed.

“Who's number dobe?” my mind really couldn't come up with the info at the time and I was just too foul to dig for it.

The blond's face dropped taking on an incredulous look. “Sakura you freak! Sakura!” he yelled getting into my face.

“Oh” was my only reply with a smirk while pushing away my stupid classmate.

Naruto Uzumaki - like most guys in our school- had the hots for a pink haired girl named Sakura from class C. Admittedly she was very pretty and smart to an extent too. Good but rare combo. Being the princess in school she was a bit…hard to access though. Well the fact that her father could buy off most of the schools family's with no problem didn't help either. The guys were afraid of her and the girls envious. Talked to her a few times though and she was normal. Just plain normal.

“Oh?” he made a stupified face, stopped invading my personal space.

“Well, told ya to ask her.” I shrugged starting for our first period.

The next thing I knew Naruto was on my back, shouting in my ear to wait up and nearly strangling me in a glomp. He could be so childish. We had Phys, maths, bio, PE -my personal `favorite', lit and marketing -twice-. Had to listen to Uzumaki all day babbling about his love of course. Not that I mind. Really. If he becomes too much I can tune out. You got to learn that around the guy. He had a date with pinky after classes. Was freaking out on where to take her. Jeeez. It's a first date, take her to Pizza Hut or something.

The sound of the chalk hitting the blackboard echoed in the room. The bright yellow lights of the Sun covered the trees outside still but angry gray clouds were already approaching from the distance. Judging by the flashes illuminating the darkness from time to time it was going to be a bad storm. Autumn is always like that though and I loved it. The melancholy weather calmed me down, it matched my mood most of the time. Except when I was with the blond idiot. He could always make me smile and feel a little happy. I didn't have time to think much around him, just listen to him rant all day long about nothing important or specific at all…but it was good that way. Maybe our differences made us such good friends in the first place. The bright sunshine and the angry storm.

“Mr. Uchiha.” I cringed at the tone my name was uttered in, slowly turning back to the classroom.

“Yes, ma'am.” I stared at her half there half out of school already in my mind.

“Now that I have your attention would you please tell me what I was trying to explain to you in the past hour?” her tone clearly stated she thought very well I had no idea. Which was entirely true.

“I wasn't paying attention ma'am.” so why bother.

“In that case you'll just have to stay after class.” I paled. She turned back to the board and started to assign homework.

Impossible. If I stay after classes father would kill me. “Ma'am!” I said a little louder than I wanted to.

“Yes Mr. Uchiha?” she asked in an even tone not even bothering to turn around or interrupt her writing.

“I can't stay today my brother is coming to visit and father…” I knew I was ranting but didn't care at that point until she cut me off finally turning with a scowl.

“I'm very sorry you'll miss quality time with your brother Mr. Uchiha but you should have payed attention in my class and if you happen to get in trouble because of staying in…” she dragged her eyes over me dissaproving.” …well frankly…I. don't. care.” she punctuated the last words to make it extra clear that she meant it.

Naruto shot me a worried glance from my right. He knew father well enough to know I'm in for it if I'm late when I'm not supposed to be. Especially when Itachi's coming. Shrugging my shoulders I started doodling in my textbook until the bell would ring. Didn't want to get into a conversation with the boy and get him in trouble too. Mrs. Crow wasn't a happy sport nor was she pleasant in any way. Ever. Truthfully the way I saw it she was a sour old hag who hasn't had a good fuck in ages, thus she spends her frustration on her surroundings. Even more so on me. Given I usually gave her an excuse to d it too.