ϒσυ`яε иστhiηg ωiτhσυτ Mε

[Lovelie Antics]

This is obviously another Private Roleplay between me (Deadlyangel2) and Astaisia!


If you are neither of these two people, please do not post or else no chocolate and muffins for you!

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Leading couples role:
Itachi x Sasuke


Also supporting couple roles:
Sasori x Deidara
Pein x Konan


With hints of:
Itachi x Sai
Itachi x Deidara
Kisame x Itachi
Sasuke x Naruto
Sasuke x Sakura
Sasuke x Ino
Deidara x Sasuke
Orochimaru x Kabuto
Orochimaru x Kimimaro
Orochimaru x Tayuya
Kimimaro x Tayuya
Kakashi x Kimimaro
Sakon x Ukon

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

A small ray of sunshine reflected off the male's eyes, grunting in response. He hated mornings, especially when they were school mornings. The living creature got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, where he would start his morning routines of taking a quick shower and such. The person we call Itachi turned on the water, waiting for the heat to build up. At last, he took his morning shower, contemplating over that one person. 'Sasuke...' He could see the horror in the teenager's face just like it was yesterday. The screams that tried to come out of his mouth, trying to fill the room, trying to get help. However, it was futile for him to overpower the older male. The long strands of his hair, clung to his back, his quiet laughter filling in the confined space. This was no ordinary laugh. No. This was a laugh of a masochistic murderer.

----

A year ago, almost to this day, there was a horrid memory that will always burn in Sasuke's mind, forever. It was one night that Itachi came home insanely drunk, he felt the rage in his heart take over his body, though he didn't stop it. He let everything happen. The murder of his parents, their blood covered in his sinful hands. His brother wasn't there to witness the killing spree, the raven haired male wanted his otouto to witness something else. Something more vile and appalling that he shall never forget. Sasuke entered the house, not to find his affectionate mother and stern father waiting for him to have dinner. No, what this boy saw was something so evil, he couldn't even take his eyes off of the scene that appeared right in front of him.

The walls had violent splashes of blood and a knife and gun were lying next to the dead bodies, also bloodied. His mother and father were the bodies lying on the floor, lifeless, horror in their eyes at the foot of his older brother, his hands also stained with their blood. Sasuke didn't have the voice to scream for help, let alone run away. This was perfect, the little boy was so paralyzed with fear that there was nothing else, but a cry for help in his eyes. His eyes were telling Itachi not to kill him, like he brutally slaughtered their parents. No. He wouldn't do that to his perfect little brother. The older male had better things to do with him.

As he attempted to rape the poor soul, his own flesh and blood. Sasuke skillfully took the pistol and shot his brother before he could go any farther with him. He was, too much in fear to check if he was dead. All the teenager wanted to do was runaway, runaway and find help. Although, it was rather hard with tears streaming down his face and fear locking up his voice. When he finally did find help, the police came to the house to see nothing, but a pristine home. The walls of blood and the bodies were gone. Even his brother's vessel was nowhere to be found. The police told the kid that he was just seeing things and they left, knowing it was all a joke. No! It wasn't a joke! It wasn't a nightmare! It was real! It was so real that Sasuke could see that mental picture of his parents on the floor and his brother going after him!

That poor soul didn't have a clue that his brother was still alive, his gang, the Akatsuki helped him to clean up the mess. Oh and don't get him wrong, he did get shot, but he was never dead that night. That stupid otouto never checked that he was still alive, only playing dead until his brother would runaway with fear. It was perfect. Itachi couldn't have planned it out better than that.

----

Itachi stopped the water and thought about that night even more. He almost had his way, almost. If that gun wasn't there right next to them, he would have taken that little brother of his. It would have been more perfect if that just didn't happen. Sasuke had a beautiful body and he wanted that body for himself. That's why he murdered his parents. They would despise him for taking their little Sasuke away from him. Even though it was forbidden love, he couldn't help to feel crazy about that kid. It was wrong, but being with that kid only felt right. Although, he couldn't have Sasuke now, he could only break him. Break him into millions of pieces until there is nothing left of him. He wanted his otouto to experience his own breaking point that he felt. It was only fair.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

That fateful night replayed dramaticaly in the field of dreams and nightmares, beads of sweat caressed his cheeks in forhead, though it was a nightmare. The young Uchiha thrashed not through his nightly terrors. Stiff as a boared, unmoving as his horrors slowly took over his slumber. Jolting upright, obsidian eyes stared wide eyed at the dove grey wall infront of him, his breath ragged. Taking hold of the real world as his semi sleeplike state faded away, he ran his right hand along his face to rid himself of the sweat that was dripping down his face. Teeth grit, he pushed his black blankets away and hot to his feet. Pushing the off button on his alarm clock, legs trembling his gaze ventured to the window that was securely locked to avoid anyone venturing in at night.

The feeling of waking up in the morning...no one there to greet you to wish you a good day, no mother to pester you to get ready for school. That was a feeling he'd never witness again something he had took for granted and disliked. He had even killed his brother, though necessary he had destroyed everything he loved. Stumbling to the bathroom, he looked himself in the mirror and ditched his boxers once he had gotten the water running....

The air was cool once the outdoors had greeted him with usual morning sounds, birds, people, the occasional dog and vehicles. Though this was the quieter part of town he was walking distance to the school. Black leather zipped up vest leaving his toned arms exposed, black baggy jeans with a pain or white shoes and a dark purple belt, his hair was its usual choppy mess that most guys couldnt sucseed and look damn sexy, well thats what the girls though. Oh yeah...The girls, the hormone driven gender that would never leave the Uchiha be, attempting to seduce the boy into sleeping with them...there dream guy.

The uchiha rolled his eyes, he'd always be to good for them. Never would he wanna be with someone so obsessive, always demanding compliments. Ridding himself of thoughts, the sound of a car had pulled up beside the Uchiha, a bland silver escalade. He knew all to well who it belonged to and a sigh escaped his lips. Blond hair peeked from the other side of the vehicle a smile on her face and eyes placed in what the girl thought to be seductive, that anorexic face of her's gave away all to well who it truly was...Ino.

"Hey Sasuke babe!"

Obsidian eyes glanced at her without interest, the school wasnt to far. That was good for him, if he rushed he could hide himself in a crowd of people and ditch the slutty b***h he hated so much. Not even Sakura was as much of a pain as Ino. Walking away from the vehicle a sound of arrogance escaped the blonds lips.

"How dare you walk away from me!"

He paused and looked back at her.

"Its not all that hard walking away from someone as disgusting as you..."

Yes it was simple, but complex words werre not worth being wasted on someone as naive as her. He turned away, he knew the look the girl had on her face all to well to take a moment to examine yet another victory. It happened far to often to be something he could possibly enjoy. The sound of a car door closing soon followed by a silver car going by and pulling into the school's parking lot. Dumb founded and heart broken...again but she would surely bounce back and torment the Uchiha once more.

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

He got out the shower with only a red towel around his small waist, leading himself to get dressed for work. What work you may ask? Itachi was actually a member of a notorious gang, although, that was only his night job. During the day, he was actually a teacher, a history teacher to be exact. In what school? Currently called Konoha High, the same exact school that his otouto goes to. What a coincidence, right? Not exactly. He planned it of course. What kind of person as evil and manacle as him would leave that to fate? Maybe that idiotic student of his, Hyuuga would, but certainly not him. He even had to plant himself to become that little brother's history teacher. It was not coincidence at all. It was all part of one giant plan. The plan? To make Sasuke suffer. Suffer more than he's ever suffered before. Itachi wanted to hear that scream out of his mouth, begging him to stop. Pleading like an insignificant being he was. Just somehow, even though the older male wanted to break him, Itachi could never love someone as much as that stupid brother of his. Why? Even he doesn't know his reasons.

The raven haired male got dressed his the usual white, collared, sleeved shirt, with a crimson tie and black slacks. It was all part of the teacher's attire. It was something that the Itachi that Sasuke remembered, would never wear. All the more reason to wear these clothes. He placed on the ring around a chain to be put under his shirt. No one ever noticed it there and it was considering that he wore it everywhere he went to show his loyalty. If he did wear it on his respected finger, then he would surely be found out. Now how come he isn't found out by now? Easy. Changing identities and waiting until the crime of his killing spree was put to rest. Even though, Sasuke and him had class everyday and still the boy didn't see what was really in front of him. It was more perfect than he planned. Just wait a few more days until he will reveal himself of who is really is. Then, that poor soul, Sasuke will surely break before his now dark brown eyes.

Itachi gathered up this things for school; bag, keys to the apartment, keys to his motorcycle, helmet, reading glasses, the works. He left while slipping into his shoes, approaching his motorcycle. The raven haired male rode off towards his current work place. His hair tied back in his usual low pony tail. It really surprised him that Sasuke never realized anything yet. His history teacher having the same features as his brother, his surname now being UCHIyama and first name, Itsuki. Maybe he was just going to be playing games with his brother until he finally figures out. Yeah, that is a perfect plan.

As he arrived to school, so did other teachers and students. He noticed that some of his students were already nearing school, although, Itachi never noticed his brother at all when he drove by, He was, too engrossed with his wicked thoughts. The teacher took off his helmet and carried it along with his bag to his respected classroom.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

The sound of a motorcycle reached his ears. His eyes fell upon a black helmet through the small crowd of students, internaly he could feel himself smile. There was something about that teacher he loved. Though he didnt know what it was, but his heart fluttered whenever he wa around and he loved it, though it was considered a Taboo for a student to feel something for a teacher. Though one thing he seemed to notice...his features almost resembled his brother. Perhaps it was fear of him that made his heart flutter the way it did? His jaw tightened and he ripped his eyes away from the teacher who pulled into the parking lot and headed for the door. He had simply sighed to himself before an annoying and highly troublesome blond came shouting down the hall.

"Sasuke you a**!"

Obsidian orbs looked to the sparkling cerulian gaze of Naruto he actually had the guts to grip his collar and pull his face close to him. Sasuke simply raised a brow and leaned his head back, he knew very well what he did and it was highly amusing. He had sprayed many cans of shaving cream through the cracks of Naruto's locker, filling it to the brim with white foam. He wanted to laugh in the boy's face but that was something he didnt dare show around others. The last who had trully seen him smile werre...his parents. That sexy smirk he often carried had dissapiered and he pushed the blond off him. Looking down at his left hand to see he was carrying a duffle dripping with white liquid.

"You see what you did!"

"Who says I did it dumb a**...Could have easily been Danzo, your so stupid."

His voice was like black velvet to the blonds ears, the obnoxious blond had fallen silent and had simply stared at the Uchiha. He had a point Danzo really did dislike him and once in the past attempted to drive Naruto from the school. He was a sick and twisted man who did what he could to get what he wanted...especially with students, Sasuke's smirk returned his left hand raised and nudged Naruto from his path, one of these days the blond would learn his place...and that was beneath his foot!

The bell was about to ring, and his first class that day was history. He popped into home room to inform the teacher he was at school before leaving for his first class. A glimmer of pink was seen from the corner of his eyes and an annoyed sigh passed through his lips. It was really time to change his route. He always whent this way to get to his classes and it was time for a change, Sakura the pink haired annoying brat...atleast she wasnt as bad as Ino. Much better looking then Ino actually. But she was weak and to dependant on others.

"H-hey Sasuke..."

Her voice was suddle today, and she had an unusual blush to her cheeks. He raised a brow and looked back at her, this was sort of odd. She usually clung to him, she was a flirting machine attempting to get the attention of someone she would never have. But not today, she was shaking this time.

"I-I was wondering if...you'd like to go out some time..."

"No."

The look of shock glimmered in her delicate teal eyes and she turned her gaze to the ground, and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. When she raised her gaze Sasuke was already gone, so she decided to return to class herself.

Entering the classroom, obsidian orbs examined the classroom from the door, there was no one there yet. He ditched his backpack at his desk and walked over to a window and pulled it over. Sitting on the windowsil and gazed at the grey cement litered with cars bellow. Closing his eyes and laying his head back against the hard metal of the window. He tried to block out the sound of students shouting, talking and pushing there way through the crowd of body's trying to get to there class rooms. Someone had entered the room, though Sasuke took no heed to there presence.

He could see it like it happened yesterday...the death of his parents was burned into his eyes for all eternity. His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he opened his eyes and returned his gaze out the window and rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long day...

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

The history teacher came out of the office with mountain piles of papers. It's what he done every morning, just like a routine. It always went like this... First he would pick up his mail and other papers. His arms would usually be piled up and some teacher would offer some help. He would refuse, thanking them for their offer. That's really how it was every single morning. Most days it would make him sick. Just sick to his stomach. Although, he couldn't show that disgust upon his face. He needed to keep that teacher's mask that he recently created. Masks. Such a word to use in this sense. Itachi made many masks to hide his true face, his true self. That first one he created when his brother came into his life. The second on hiding the feelings for Sasuke for so long. The third, to lock up his insanity of killing his parents. Although, all three of those masks were broken into pieces, just as he, himself was starting to go to his breaking point. And then there was the fourth mask that concealed his true identity.

He struggling, while making his way to his classroom. Students and teachers continuing to offer their help. Always refusing, trying to act polite as ever, but deep down he wanted to shut them off by ripping out their tongues to prevent them from farther speaking to him. The teacher let out a small smile to them. God, how much he was totally out of his real character. Waltzing in an evil dance to his classroom, he stopped at the door to let out an inaudible sigh.

Itachi slid the door to his classroom open, it was dark and quiet. Itachi placed his bag on top of his desk, while his helmet belonged on the foot of his table. Today was certainly going to be a long day for him. The teacher didn't realize that there was someone else in the room. "Oh. Good morning, Uchiha." He forced himself not to say anything more. Refusing to let his act slip up just because they were the only ones in the room. The teacher didn't want his plan to be ruined now. He wanted his brother to suffer. Suffer like he never before. The only way to accomplish that was to break him. Break his mind, break his heart, and most importantly break his spirit.

It was going to be fairly easy actually. He could already tell that Sasuke was taking a liking to this history teacher that he created out of thin air. Even though that the teacher and student love was forbidden, but so was the true love for you siblings. That was more of a sin than anything else. Itachi could just take his little brother away, take everything from him when he is most vulnerable. Yes, that would be the perfect thing to execute his plan.

'Uchiyama-sensei' moved towards the windows to open the blinds and let the shining rays let through. He stood there, untying his hair, then running his sinful hand through the long locks. Then, retying it into his usual, low pony tail. The teacher stared out the window, making it seem like he was interested about something out there. Although, he was actually more interested was whom was currently inside his classroom. Itachi had to fight the urge of confessing to his little brother. He moved back behind his desk to write a few notes on the white board. The older male opened his teacher's text book on the desk and started to write. Students began to file in, mainly in groups. Loud groups to be exact. Uchiyama-sensei didn't mind, however, if this was the sadistic Uchiha, then all those students' blood would be splattered everywhere and the only ones standing would be him and his little otouto.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

Eyes fell to the teacher who had noticed his presence in the room. He watched his movements carefully, he wouldnt bother to offer his help. He refused everyone, why would he be any different? His tongue grazed his lips slowly before looking out the window once more. Until the man started to get closer, opening the blinds the light came through. Hurting his obsidian orbs he closed his eyes for a moment and watched the man run his fingers through his hair...The way he did it was all to familliar and his eyes narrowed. Heart racing, the man's fingers werre placed the exact same way his brother used to do. His fingers werre curled...instead of straight like most girls and few guys done themselves.

Slidding from the windowsil, he returned to his desk when students started to flow in. Lowering his gaze to stare at the desk he sat at. You could faintly see pencil marks on the desk from past students who had taken the time to draw on the desk out of sheer boredom. Slidding his fingers through his hair and exhaling a sight. The noise started to die down. He closed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest and put his feet up on the chair infront of him. He didnt expect it to be so hot today, or else he wouldnt have worn leather. Reaching to the tight collar of his leather tank top he unzipped the front to reveal a bit of his toned chest. A few girls around him positioned themselves to peek into his shirt.

"He's so hot..."

"I know, I wish I could have that."

Opening his eyes and looking behind him. He had simply rolled his eyes and looked to the clock, the faster he could leave this class the better. His heart was racing and he could feel his palms getting clammy. He was getting the same feeling back when he found his parents...and his brother. A hand come up and he placed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his composure. He needed to stop thinking! Thinking wouldnt make things better. Moving on would and right now, he wasnt doing a good job of it. He felt the shame of killing his own brother even though he deserved it for what he had done to his mother and father!

There was a tap to the back of his neck and the Uchia jumped. Eyes wide he looked back and gripped the pencil of the girl behind him. Snapping it in his hand before he relaxed and examined her face, Ino. His obsidian gaze glared at her and he chucked the peaces of the pencil into her lap. The girl had the look of shock on her face and she lowered her eyes. A smirk of satisfaction darkened his features and he lowered his eyes back towards the desk.

Wait...

What if, his brother wasnt dead? What if whatever happened really was just his imagination? It never happened? This was all just a bad dream? If it was a bad dream oh how happy he would be. Why would he believe in such false hopes. This was his nightmare and this nightmare was real.

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

He searched for his reading glasses from the bag. Everyday, it seemed like he was losing his eye sight. It felt like in a matter of years that Itachi would go completely blind. Looking up at the rowdy class, he eyes scanned the room, but landed his attention to his otouto. There were girls gawking at his perfect, toned body and he wanted to rip them into shreds. However, composure was key into keeping his identity to remain a secret, even though he wanted to hurt those skanks for looking at his Sasuke. The teacher shook his in response to those girls. There was no flirting allowed inside a classroom or better yet when there was a teacher close by to hear it. He had kept up his teacher mask better than he had hoped. It was only a matter of time now.

Reverting his attention back to what he was writing, the teacher smirked. He loved seeing that contemplative expression on the boy's face. It always kept the older male wondering what kinds of thoughts came across his mind. Maybe Sasuke was thinking about their family and how his older brother had slaughtered them. Maybe he thought about when that little b*****d shot his older brother in the chest. Maybe after the ordeal when the police found the house all cleaned and spotless. That would have certainly been frustrating to hear that you were lying or were just seeing things when clearly you have seen it all. That idea that no one understands him. There were millions of agonizing thoughts that Sasuke could have forced onto his attention.

The bell rung four times, it was time for class to start. Uchiyama-sensei faced his students with those dark black orbs. "Class take your seats. Please take out your homework and pass it up to the first person in your row." They silently did as they were told and the teacher took roll on who's here and not. He never really assigned difficult things. Just things that were fairly simple and straightforward, but took a lot of time to complete. He started to collect the assignments from the first row and most of them looked really dead-tired. It seemed at these times that Itachi would seem and act like a real teacher. Don't get him wrong, he does have a degree in teaching history. Although, teaching wasn't the main reason why he was at this specific school.

He placed the papers on his desk and began to lecture. Something about Japan's ancient history. It wasn't, too interesting, until they started to talk about the first Emperor, shoguns, samurais, geishas, and of course, ninjas. They talked mainly about the government structure and the emperor. Tomorrow's lesson was going to be the rest, shoguns, samurais and ninjas. That's what really entertained everyone. The bell signaled for switching of classes. "Tonight's assignment is read in your text book on page one hundred and thirteen. Focus on mainly the Emperor and answer the following questions that correspond to the reading. Class is dismissed."

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

His eyes had never left the man, they werre swilling with curiosity. Despite the girls attempts to gain his attention. Only one person had obtained it. And it was Uchiyama. Was his last name really Uchiyama, it seemed all to similar to his last name to be true. The silky black hair...no one could obtain the same texture, the markings on his face, the shape of his eyes. Yes! The eyes, the eyes werre all to familliar and it made his stomack churn. A slight uneasy pout adorned his features, his eyes had gone from dominant self centered glint to worry and unease. This man brought him many bad memories. He didnt like it, and he couldnt stand it, he could feel his hands shaking and he gripped his baggy jeans in tight fists.

Neer the end of the class, by then Sasuke was neering a cold sweat, body tence. He kept his eyes on Uchiyama's the entire time, there was something about them that he couldnt place his finger on. The brown during the entire class seemed fake. He kept a gun in his bag, after that fateful day he was never unarmed. He was falling appart like a puzzle, he could feel himself crumbling appart.

Shock stricken, his body trembled. He could have sworn he saw the man's eyes turn black! Pulling the gun from his bag and getting to his feet. Teeth grit, fear glistened in his eyes. He was sure this was the man that had killed his parents! Gasps of terror filled the room as people scattered away from him. Ino's blue eyes stared wide with fear as she slowly backed away from him.

"Y-your him! I know it!"

The students werre crammed in the corner of the room, bell had rung not to long ago and he didnt plan on anyone leaving until he got some answers. He couldnt steady the gun, his palms werre steady and his hands shook. He couldnt let this opportunity pass, this was his brother! Or was it? Was he really going insane? The scuffle of shoes moving in the background had caught his attention before a cold hand had touched his bare arm.

"S-sasuke..."

"Hands off b***h! This is the man that killed my parents I know it! I-I saw you do it Itachi! Why!"

Whispers filled the room in the back. What was he talking about? His entire familly was fine according to them. No one really knew his parents had died. Many eyes stared at him like he was insane, others in fear for he was the one who held the weapon. He wasnt going to take any chances. Glancing back at Ino, her cheek was red and swollen, he had gone to far this time but he wouldnt let that stop him even if she was crying.

"W-why did you kill them?"

Sobs, his voice came out in ragged breaths. His vision was blurred with tears and sobs escaped his lips. He wasnt crazy, he knew what he saw. He turned his head to the left to hide his face from everyone around him and lowered his gun a few inches for but a moment. His tips of the ravenette coloured locks clung to his cheeks, he shamed himself. How could he possibly show such emotion infront of his class. Was he really just embarrasing himself? No, this man was his brother and he would surely end it here!

Taking in a deep breath and regaining his composure, his obsidian orbs flashed with anger and he raised his gun. The trigger seemed to taunting his fingers to murder a man who may be innoscent. Feeling the his grasp tighten. The trigger had been pulled and and a piercing Boom had echoed in the classroom the Zing of a bullet flying through the air had accompanied the bringer of death in its trek to destroy a human life.

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

As the students were going to get up from their seats, he looked down at the papers. Then, gasps filled the room and the shuffling came to a complete halt. 'What the hell...' His dark eyes wandered to see the only boy standing at his desk with a gun at hand. His otouto figured it out that fast? He never expected him to see it that quickly, underestimating his little brother. The male had two choices, reveal himself now or else play innocent. His orbs reverted back to the trembling students in the corner. No. This wasn't at all the perfect time, he was the one who wanted to catch him off guard. Not the other way around. Although, Itachi applauded that his younger brother was well prepared, hopefully next time he won't be. And the older male will surely make that happen.

"Uchiha... What are you...?" That fake fear in his orbs was showing very well. The teacher looked frightened like this was going to be his last minutes on Earth. However, that fear was fake, only his mind told the truth. His body... That was another story, it showed fear. The fear of dying, the fear of getting murder at his job, the fear that this student will harm the others. "W - Who a - are yo - you talking ab - about, Uchiha?" Uchiyama-sensei backed towards the white board. His acting was better than he expected. "Pl - Please, just tell me who you are talking about..."

The students gasped, the trigger was pulled and luckily Sasuke's aim was just as bad as when he first shot a gun at him. It only grazed his right cheek, but hell! It still did hurt! His eyes were in a state of 'shock', he couldn't keep them away from the insane kid. Uchiyama-sensei held his cheek, it was still bleeding profusely. "Please, Uchiha. Stop this... I-I don't know what or whom you are talking about." Itachi's voice sounded sincere enough for anyone to believe, even those students in the corner believed him.

'That's it... Find out how much Sasuke is put into turmoil. Find out how much he's willing to do to kill his teacher out of sheer insanity.'

Itachi backed up as much as he could towards the wall, 'fearing' that Sasuke would shoot again and not miss like he pathetically did before. "Please... I didn't kill anyone. I don't know what you are talking about..." There was a slight tremble in his voice, anyone would have been scared if a gun was pointing at them. If Itachi died like this, it would be all right with him. He knew that his otouto was in a complete mess in his mind and he would be marked as a criminal who shot his teacher over speculation. What a good way to know before you are about to get shot by your younger brother.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

What was he doing! Shooting at an innocent man. He had really reached insanity. Watching the man tremble in fear and plead for his life. The Uchiha had lowered his gun. Shoulders relaxing he stared at the Ravenette man he though that was his brother, though his eyes werre swollen from the tears and his face was flushed. He looked to the students, then back at Uchiyama. He didnt know what to do now, was he really insane? Was he that sick? Things had gotten quiet and students in other class rooms didnt seem to notice the gun shot during all the shouts and talking in the hallways.

"I-I dont k-know...w-why me..."

His voice trailed off and his eyes had gone empty, he wasnt making sence anymore and he reached for his backpack. It was best to leave now before he harmed anyone else. Slidding the stap over his shoulder he left the classroom, and the school. It was wierd to see a student walk through the school, gun in hand. Suprisingly none of them had bothered to mention anything. What was important is that he was a very sick boy, he couldnt handle the pain and the anxiety and stress was surely getting to him. He had two options, get help or end it all right there. Ending it there was currently a better option, but on the edge of insanity. Suicide always did seem the better choice even if things could be repaired.

Stumbling into the woodsy area neer the school, he walked around aimlessly until the sound of a body of water reached his ears. The gentle trickling was relaxing to his eratic mind. Turning to his left, there was a small river he sat himself under a tree and fiddled with the gun in his hand. Staring at the stream of running water...how wonderful it would be to be water. A relaxing element that could eventually break through anything. It would be amasing to me something like that.

"What have I done..."

Taking in a shaky breath he placed the gun down beside him and ran a hand along his face. Letting out a heavy sigh and layed his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. He needed to think, he needed to relax...he needed to get away. It was time he stayed home until he got better. This was getting rediculus, he was literaly going insane everytime he saw someone with the same features as his brother...wait. Why did he keep him alive anyway? What was it that his brother knew about him that kept Sasuke alive?

He couldnt answer that question, only his brother could and he had no idea werre he was, or if he was even alive. Opening his obsidian orbs. He could feel the tears weld up again, he didnt wanna go back...Yes he would leave today and come back in about a week or two after he'd gotten some rest. Mabie he was tired or over worked. This was probably all just a nightmare that he brought on himself. Mabie, just mabie if he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He would wake up like nothing had ever happened.

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

His dark orbs faltered, at if he should still look at the boy or else look away. Uchiyama-sensei could only watch, restraining his voice, knowing that anyone in his position would be in so much a state of shock to speak. Although, he wanted to howl maniacally with laughter. To see his brother act this way before his very eyes, it was like gold to him. It remained silent in the room, maybe a few whimpers from the students, but nothing else more than that. Both his eyes and their eyes, his reactions and their reactions were frightened. Scared stiff. They could only lay their eyes on the student who was muttering something to himself, then leaving. Itachi reached out his free hand, wanting to help his poor Sasuke, but his legs buckled under him and fell to his knees. He was, too 'stunned' to move anymore, although he 'wanted' to 'help' this student. His otouto was obviously starting to go 'insane'. However, that's what Itsuki would do at a time like that. Go after his student and find him some help.

That's certainly not what Itachi would do. He would have terrorized Sasuke even more, bring him over the edge, over and over again. See that evil glint in the boy's eyes just like the Uchiha's eyes were that fateful night. That boy was starting to act more and more like Itachi, his murderous older brother. This was getting even better... Time will only tell if that boy will completely lose his sanity. That's when 'Itsuki' will have to comfort the boy as a teacher. 'Itsuki' will be there to ease his mind and his body. Then, when Sasuke's guard is completely lowered and he trusts this history with his whole heart, that's when Itachi will crush him and his little world. Rip him into shreds until there is nothing more to his otouto. He won't be that dishonorable though and kill him right away. Not until he could do things that are so despicable and when that little voice of his brother's pleads to kill him. That's when he might think about complying.

Itsuki removed the compressed hand from his cheek, still so much blood from a simple graze. Neither the students nor himself moved from their place when Sasuke left. Only the silence filled the room, a pin drop could be heard or even a bead of sweat falling endlessly to the floor of the room. When the students finally had the nerve to move, they rushed over to their history teacher. Some of his blood continued to fall, ending up on the floor. A small puddle of the sticky, red substance formed and the students were in a panic over him. "I'm all right. It's just a graze from the bullet." Pressing his sinful fingertips over the skin. "Please don't speak or mention this to anyone. I will take care of it..."

The students surprisingly agreed, hoping not to cause anymore drama than what has already been done. Some of the female students helped up their teacher from the floor and made sure that if Uchiyama-sensei was going to be all right like he said he was. The students left cautiously to their next class, leaving Itachi alone to contemplate about his thoughts.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

Two sides of him werre arguing; suicide or get help? Was he to go back now and appolagise? Or sit here, alone wallowing in his own demise. Looking to the gun once more. He gripped it tight and put it in his bag and got to his feet. Sasuke's emotions in turmoil andi t was painful. Walking out of the woods, he stumbled into the schools driveway, looking towards the window of the classroom he had just been in. He grit his teeth, his perfect face twisting into despair. Even though he was going insane he could feel himself slide into a depression. Lowering his gaze to the cement he lazily walked home in contemplation.

Pushing the door open, he layed his bag down by the door and shut it, locking it behind him. He needed to vent, though violence wasnt an option in an appartment he couldnt just go punching holes into walls. To his room he went, ditching his jeans he slid his hand under his matress and pulled out a dagger. He had many of them hiding around the house. Who wouldnt be prepared now that his world came crumbling down, so he sat on his bed. Seperating his thigh's and looked down at the scars that tainted his perfect skin. Gritting his teeth, he pressed the sharp blade against his inner thigh. Applying presure and sliced open a past healed scar. A grunt of pain and satisfaction rumbled in his throat. The blood seeped from the would in his leg and he layed back. Feeling the warm liquid run down his leg and onto the floor. Ever since the death of his parents, harming himself was the only thing keeping his mind in order.

He could feel the blood crusting on his skin and he sat up. Looking at the gash that was already scabbing over. He was glad his carpet was black, you wouldnt be able to see the stains his blood had left. Limping to the bathroom, he searched his cabnet for gause. The white fabric was smooth against his skin and he tightly wrapped it around his thigh and applying some surgical type to keep it in place. This week away would give plenty of time for it to recover so he didnt have to go back to school walking like he was in pain. He could remember the day someone actually noticed there was something wrong, despite the fact that he tried so hard to keep his pain hidden, that Ino slut payed far to much attention to his body to notice that something was wrong with his leg.

Looking to himself in the mirror, his obsidian orbs werre blank, though they never held a sparkle of emotion before. They werre flat and lifeless, bags had formed beneath his eyes and his hair was messier then usual, the corner of his eyes had sunk into a look of sadness. Perhaps it was time to find a new appartment, instead of staying in the one his parents werre killed in. He could have sworn sometimes at night he could hear his mother talking to him, telling him everything would be alright. He regretted not saying how much he loved her when she said she loved him and regretted rejecting every hug she had to offer...if only he had said he loved her more often, if only he had hugged her when she hugged him mabie then he wouldnt feel so much regret.

He felt it was his fault.

"I love you mom..."

He wished to hear so much that he loved her, though he knew his father did aswell he would have never admitted it nor truly showed it. It was all about his brother. Putting his elbows on the edge of the sink, he burried his face in his hands, body hunched over. He could hear her voice in his head, her laughs, her compliments and praises over the years. Perhaps...he could join them today? To be by his mothers side for all eternity, to make up for the times he hadnt responded to her. Yes, it was a great idea...but what would happen to those around him if he did pass on? What would his opportunity's in the future hold? There werre so many questions that werrent answered. He would live with the pain until he knew his life was worth it, or insanity had completly taken hold.

...Speaks louder then action

[Lovelie Antics]

I am a Troublemaker xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Peacemaker
ℒiττℓε βяστℎεя, if σиℓy y σ υ ҡиεω

You are my Sun xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Moon

ℎσω mυςℎ my ℎ ε α я τ bεgƨ τσ bε ωiτℎ y σ υ.

I am a Demon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not an Angel

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ α g σ и y αи∂ τ σ я m ε и τ,

You are my Yang xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Yin

ξvεи τℎяσυgℎ τℎε ℓiττℓε τimε ω ε ƨρεиτ.

I am Darkness xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not Light

I ҡиσω τℎατ ∂ ε ε ρ iи yσυя ℎ ε α я τ,

You are my Heart xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Body

ϒσυ ҡиσω ωεℓℓ ωε ςαииστ bε α ρ α я τ.

I am a Leader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx not a Follower

βεςαυƨε yσυя ℎ ε α я τ αи∂ b σ ∂ y αgяεε,

You are my Love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx and I am your Hatred

τℎατ yσυ αяε и σ τ ℎ i и g ωiτℎσυτ mε.

My heart is Longing, Yearning, Aching xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx for you to give me what I Desire

● Tℎε ● βяiℓℓiαиτ ● ζяimƨσи ● Mσσи ●
⎡Keep running because I'll always find you⎦

Before class began, he had first went to the infirmary to get his faced bandaged. The school nurse, Shizune took care of his wounded face. "Sensei, what had happened to you? I saw you before class and you were fine then. Did something happen in your classroom?" The nurse asked while dabbed some antiseptic over the broken skin. Why was she being so concerned? Why does everything he does at this school, has to be known by everyone? Wasn't there something called privacy? Or was that taken away from him even in these walls they call 'school', although it was more like a prison in disguise. There was no second thought that came across his mind to actually tell the truth. Telling the truth was for peacemakers, for angels. No, Itachi wasn't any of those things. He is and will forever be a troublemaker, a demon.

The teacher lied his a** off, saying that he tripped and hit his cheek against his desk while he was holding all those papers. It was believable, the school nurse certainly was convinced by such a tall tale. Even himself would have been convinced if he was the one hearing the explanation, not the one telling the lie. As he walked back to class, some teenagers whispered as he walked by. Probably asking each other how the graceful, history teacher got a gash at his face. Of all places, on his face. Only his students that were in the room knew the answer to that, as long as those stupid kids keep their mouths shut and everything will be all right. However, if they didn't, death will probably be lurking on their front door, waiting for those fools to open to find that their worst nightmare came out to play with them.

The day went by so quickly, Itachi hadn't even noticed. It was the same for each class period. Take roll, collect homework, lecture, assign homework for the following day. It was same old, same old. The only thing that was different was Sasuke threatening to kill the history teacher. It was such an exciting morning that he couldn't really keep his mind off that incident. Playing out the memory in his head, over and over, wanting to see that look of madness that filled those obsidian orbs. He wanted to burn that look in his eyes into his memory, where he could always tap into that scene and replaying it as he chooses. As school let out, Uchiyama-sensei wanted to check upon his student that caused that scene. He had to ask around in the office, stating that he was merely only making a visit. Teachers usually did that type of stuff and the office workers believed him one hundred percent. Such insolent fools...

The history teacher was not at all surprised that his otouto moved out of that house that he saw their parents lying on the floor, drenched in their own blood. It was a, too painful memory for Sasuke to be seeing it everyday while he enters the front door. It wasn't hard to find his apartment with the directions handed to him on a silver platter. Getting the address and finding the place was a piece of cake. Itachi stood in front of his brother's door and rung the bell, waiting for any sort of answer or reply.

xxxxxxxxxxxHαviиg ωαƨℎε∂ ∂σωи my ∂яy τℎяσατ,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyσυя иαmε ωiℓℓ mσiƨτεи my ℎεαяτ.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy ςυτƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I яερεατ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxHσω mαиy fατεƨ ƨℎσυℓ∂ I αςςερτ?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx∂σεƨ it ℎαvε αи εи∂?

[Astaisia]

Sometimes the parting kiss....

The door...yes the door. Was he imagening things? No, impossible. Someone was really at the door? No one ever came to see him. His eyes glistened with curiosity. What was going on? Why him? Who could it possibly be who had come to torment the teen. Stumbling out of the bathroom with one shaky leg. He gripped the jeans he had carelessly tossed to the ground. He had not yet had permission to turn the AC on in his appartment so windows werre open to let the cool breezes flow in. He unzipped his leather vest and threw it away. He would just lay down and rest...the sound of someone knocking on the door reached his ears. His dark eyes glared in its direction. So there was someone there. A grunt of disatisfaction bellowed in his throat and he whent to the door and pulled it open.

Staring at the man who stood at his door, he let out a sigh and turned his back. Waving his hand for him to come in and went into the kitchen. Reaching for a glass and poored himself some water from the sink and downed it. His tongue ran along his lips and he looked back towards the door. Looking at his warped reflection in the metal sink. He bit his lip. Taking in a shaky breath and slid his fingers through his hair. Why did he visit? How did he know werre he lived? Why would they even give a teacher such personal information? It was farly enfuriating. Gripping the edge for suport he turned to face the man and leaned against the counter.

"Exacly why are you here...?"

Venom dripped from his lips, though he tried to hide behind his mask. His eyes couldnt help but glisten with regret, fear, and sorrow. He was losing his grip on his sanity, losing his grip on the mask that protected him from the world who pried into his business. His chest, leg, mind and over all well being was in pain. Even though he brought his leg upon himself. The throbbing pain distracted him from what was really hurting him. He spent to much time thinking, perhaps it was time to take up a hobby...because reading didnt cut it anymore...What a wonderful idea, a hobby, perhaps painting.

His eyes wandered off as he ventured into his own little world. His tongue greeted his lips once more and they parted in contemplation. The urge to force the teacher to leave his presence was great, but it would be rude...not that it stopped him before. But he was in no right to command someone, nor was he in any condition to order people around. For now, he would obey and roll over. He didnt deserve the teachers visit nor the compation even if he was sick. Closing his eyes, a challenging look came upon his face and he took in a deep breath. The muscles of his chest and torso expanding, visibly shaky in his plight to keep his composure.

"I...I'm s-sorry for earlier..."

Though it was less then a whisper, he hoped the man that had joined him heard. Because he didnt plan on repeating himself. He could feel his heart rushing in his chest when a though came to mind...Did he put away his dagger? What if it was still laying on the bed? He didnt clean in yet! Anxiety took over and his body trembled and he crossed his arms over his chest and peeked towards the window. He could jump...yes and avoid this man all together. He was ashamed to show himself after what he had done. The bandage on his face didnt help either. But it was better then seeing the graze he had caused. Even if blood could be seen through the material that covered his face. He hoped it wouldnt leave a scar...then he would feel much, much worse.

...Speaks louder then action