ϒσυ`яε иστhiηg ωiτhσυτ Mε

[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⎦

It felt like ages waiting at the door. Many thoughts ran through the older male's head... Did he make a suicidal attempt? Did he take his life away for what happened during class? Was he just ignoring that there was someone at the door? Was Sasuke even home? Those were just the few things racing through his mind, he did think that the boy killed himself out of sheer pity. Such a waste for Itachi.

He wanted to take his brother's life, break him, rip him until there was nothing left. That was certainly no fun if his otouto was already dead. What was the point for him living if his brother was already dead. Maybe he would find another toy to play with, although, no one could replace the desire he had over his brother. There was only one person to fill in that whole in his chest. And that person was Sasuke.

Finally the doorknob turned, finding that the little Uchiha was in fact home and not dead on the filthy ground somewhere. It was somewhat a relief seeing Sasuke alive, well mostly alive. His mind and eyes certainly did not seem to be existing. The motion from the boy caused Itachi to enter cautiously after him and closed the door behind himself. As he heard the question, the history teacher looked softly into the other's obsidian orbs to discover a sense of contrition, misery and most importantly terror. That looked very much pleased the older male, but of course, he could never show this pleasing look, yet.

"I'm sorry for intruding, but I was only here to check on you and see how you were doing. Everyone is worried about you, Uchiha. Especially that Yamanaka girl and Haruno girl." He kept up that flawless teacher's mask that he created for himself perfectly, unlike that inexperienced otouto. Itachi could see that it was starting to break off, piece by piece. Although, Itsuki would never realize such a thing, simply because he was only a history teacher. "I... I'm sorry about your... Parents. I... We never knew any like that happened to you." He lowered his 'brown' eyes to the floor, surprised how well he could act around this kid without faltering. It truly amazed him.

"No need to apologize as long as neither of us are dead, then everything is all right." Itachi showed a small, genuine smile. A gesture that he never showed his little brother. Ever. It was certainly out of character for the older Uchiha, however, he wasn't acting like an Uchiha anymore, but like an Uchiyama. He turned his gaze away from the boy and curiously looked around the apartment. It was small, reminded him of his own. Well, each of them did live in a single lifestyle, ever since that day. Then, something red came across his orbs. Was that blood he saw on the bed sheets? "Uchiha... What have you..." The history teacher shot his glance at his student and couldn't get himself to finish the sentence. It had been obvious to what Sasuke has been doing. The blood only meant that he was self-mutilating. "Uchiha, let me see it." The teacher demanded, there was obviously no parent to scold him for being so idiotic with his body, so why not just try to fill in those shoes for the boy.

'So... You're are already at your breaking point? How pathetic Sasuke... I thought you were stronger than this. This is not the little brother I once remembered. Prove to me that you are strong enough or else you are going to break hundreds of times harder once my torment reaches you. Prove to me that you have a strong spirit, mind, and body because I do not want to waste my time with such a weakling like you.'

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....

Hm, so the girls werre worried. That wasnt a suprise, they'd probably do anything and act any way to get what they wanted. He wouldnt fall for there childish games, he had meerly chuckled and shoot his head. They would never have him...ever. He was to good for everyone. Who would worry about little Uchiha, he didnt need anyone but himself. He didnt feel like he needed anyone, and he didnt plan on relying on anyone any time soon. He would continue his greaving alone until the memory was completly erased from his mind. He was good at it, he was one who knew how to rid himself of memories, lock them away deep inside and never let them surface. Burying them in a black abiss for all eternity.

No one knew...because the police never did anything about it. How did anyone not notice there dissapierance? Why had the rest of the familly not called to check up on him? Did Itachi kill everyone else as well as to make sure no one would believe his words? His teeth sank into his lip and his eyes had gone empty again. He had calmed his nerves and supressed his anxiety. His lip slidding away from under his teeth. Raising his head to examine the man. Sasuke's head tilted to the right, his slouching shoulders retook there usual straight stance. The muscles ripling once they had retenced to hold his position.

"I guess your...right."

He was, aslong as the two fo them werrent dead, things would be fine. He just needed to pick up the pieces. But what was he supostu do about the students? Leave them be? What if they speak a word of it? He could be thrown into prison, its not like there was anything left for him to do. He was basicaly just going through the repetitive motions of everyday life. Watching the teacher's eyes travel around the room. His gaze darkened once he had caught sight of the bed sheets. So he really did forget to clear off the bed. Teeth bared he looked away, frustration poked at his very patience and his anxiety had returned.

"It honestly is none of your concern...I suggest you leave."

Walking over to the bed, in attempts to hide his limping. He pulled the blanket over the sheets and a small thud reached his ears. The dagger he had used to gauge his leg open had fallen to the ground. Taking a small step, the squish of liquid in a wet carpet could be faintly heard and he slid the dagger between his bed frame and the mattress. Being careful so that the teacher didnt see the sharp object in his hands. He had caused enough issues for this man and himself for today and things didnt have to be worse.

The teen cursed to himself, his jaw had become tensed, teeth pressed tight together. He had been so caught up in the bathroom, pondering over his thoughs, and memories he had completly forgotten to clean up. He usually waited for the blood to dry on the carpet before cleaning it, since it was easier to come off when dry. It was to late for the man to really stop him. It had become an addiction, his lifeline. Even if he wanted to take his own life. He would bear through it and be strong. He would take any meens possible to prevent the worse possibilities. He had even resorted to weed to calm his anxiety, and help him sleep through the night.

...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⎦

This pleased the older male quite well. Sasuke's every move, every gesture, every flicker of his obsidian orbs, he could tell was filled with anguishing pain. It was like Michael Angelo's art to his eyes. It was very much pleasurable to see. Although, he had to remain in this stupid act that Itachi created himself in. Itsuki was the complete opposite of what the older Uchiha is. The history teacher was nice and polite to everyone, thinking of others before himself. Uchiyama disgusted himself. How can someone be so pleasant every waking day without breaking? Having that smile and positive out look in their eyes, everyday. He always thought that people like that never really waken up from reality. That they were just stuck in happy-go-lucky lifestyle. It repulsed him.

Life was definitely not like that for the older Uchiha everyday was filled with pain and torture. Their father expecting so much out of him. Their mother and her genuine smiles showing daily upon her face. And then that little brother of his. The one who he couldn't have for himself. The one that he had to share with. The one that loved he loved the most. Everything was so disgusting to Itachi. Life itself was so distasteful

'That's it little brother. Try to push me away, but I'll just keep finding you in this broken state. Just admit it, you need someone to help you ease that pain in your mind and heart. Who else could help you? You with the darkness residing in your heart and mind. Just come to admit, you need someone to comfort you. You need to tell someone about your anguish. Just finally realize it in your own heart Sasuke....'

Itachi watched as he saw the boy walk over to the bloodied bed. He saw a slight limp in the boy's walk. This kid was more messed up that the older male had expected. Sasuke had witnessed his parents dead on the floor, his older brother had almost had his with with him, the police didn't believe him when he stated what happened, he grazed his history teacher in the face with a gun he brought from home, he never came back to class after what happened, he cut himself in his bed. What else more could he have done to add to this list of madness.

Everything that caused Sasuke more pain, seemed to please the older male, on the inside of course. This truly marked Itachi as a sadist, but who could blame him? Sasuke was the one person that cause the older Uchiha more pain and despair, he wanted him to feel the same way. For seven years, he felt that hindrance in his empty chest. That same feeling should be put upon that little otouto, if he could only handle that insanity in his mind just as the older male had done to himself.

"Fine, I shall leave. Mind you, I'm not afraid of calling the police, I think it would be best if I should though. However, I'm not only because I'm trying to help you, Uchiha, realize that."

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....

Though not knowing what the man was trully thinking, he was correct. He needed someone despite his denial. He wanted comfort, he wanted someone to tell him everything was alright, that they believed him. His eyes had gone empty despite his hard attempt to hold back his tears until the man had left. Slidding himself onto his bed, back pressed against the cold dove grey wall. His jaw tightened feeling the gauze scrape a few scabs off the hole in his leg. He kept his breath and turned his gaze to the window beside his bed...Silent. He didnt watch the man despite his presence in his appartment, nor would he answer him. Closing his eyes, he layed his head against the wall and sighed.

Oh how he would love a joint right now, to free himself from this anxiety and drift off into the world of carelessness. To feel calm even though for a few hours, they would be a few moments of freedom from this agony. Letting his bad leg slide to lay flat against the bed. The muscles in his jaw strained, eyes flickering over to the man in his room. He watched his eyes once more. Even though he had a look of concern, they held silent pleasure in the situation and he scowled.

"Leave...Ani."(older brother)

He was starting to understand who this man really was, and it made his heart beat uncontrolably even though it may just be his thoughts toying around with reality. He could have sworn this man is his Itachi. Or was he breaking down again? To harm an innocent man just because he looked like your Oniisan. Any longuer and he couldnt contain these tears. He needed the man to leave. It was a silent desperation for solitude though with a man like Uchiyama who obviously seemed far to concerned there wasnt much he could do but sit in silence.

The though of the police comming by to see him was an amusing though. As if he would truly do something like that. Knowing that he owned a gun, and a man who was just recently shot by him would bring up suspicions. If the police did come by, and realise his parents werre missing and couldnt be located. He would deffinetly end up the one thrown into prison and not his brother for the murder of his parents. Oniisan was dead after all right? Or was the man who was hesitantly leaving his appartment the one who trully was his brother. Why else would he act the way he did, and sometimes moved the same way his brother had...the way he touched his hair. How his eyes sometimes took on a sadistic look.

He wondered if his brothers mind had the same level of insanity deep down inside. What he just as sick as he was? Was he needing someone just as much as him? Or was he one to just fool around with his victims and pretended to love them? Was Itachi just pretending to be the caring older brother he loved so much? His breath was becoming shacky, more this time then much before. He couldnt make up his mind of werre to look, the man who seemed like he didnt want to leave...or away out the window and just pretend that he really wasnt here? At a time like this...wouldnt it be normal for the younger sibling to seak the oldest for comfort? But what if he was the one to have murdered there parents? Who do you turn to from there? Its not like Sasuke every really had anyone other then his mother...

...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 silence filled the apartment, neither of them spoke to each other. After a while of just watching him, watching his manner. It was obvious that he knew that somewhere deep down in Sasuke, he cried out for help. For some solace that he could find within someone else. Itachi smirked internally, but there was a look of compassion in his hazel-like eyes. He wrote something in a slip of paper. "If you ever just want to talk or shoot at something, Uchiha, I'll leave my number with you. I will see you sometime in class." The older male left the number on the counter and exited the apartment. He was being complete serious about the shooting part as well. It's not like Itachi was ever expected to offer that.

As he closed the door, the older Uchiha leaned against entrance. He wanted to cackle, dissolve into laughter. The swelling of salty droplets in Sasuke's orbs, that wincing of pain coming upon his delicate, little face. He couldn't ask for a better reaction than that. The history teacher headed to his motorcycle, not wanting to go home, but he needed to. Itachi didn't want to raise anymore suspicions about his true identity. His plan was already going accordingly. Everything was already in place. All that was left was for Sasuke to give into his feelings. Maybe that would take a shorter time than expected.

The roaring sound of the motorcycle exploded in the quiet atmosphere. In a way, the sound of him driving away, the muffler noise actually sounded more or less like someone crying uncontrollably. As he arrived him, there, too was also quiet. Maybe just a few people walking by the complex. Little did those foolish people know that they were walking and living among a sadistic, masochist. He took off his helmet, bringing his bag back to his apartment. The older Uchiha was certainly not going to expect a phone call from his otouto anytime soon, however, it will be sooner or later.

The older male dropped his things on top of the kitchen table, where he would usually grade papers. His job wasn't hard, although, the only difficult thing was to find the patience for the students and other teachers. If he didn't have that restraint, everyone in his school would be murdered with his own hands. Well, everyone except himself and Sasuke. Itachi untied his hair from the tie, letting his long, black hair fall into whatever place it chooses. No one was watching him from the inside of his home. This was the only place where he could be his true self without any eyes watching. This was his only place where he could let his insanity run wild. Run wild as far as it would take him.

[ooc] I'm sorry, it's short! [/ooc]

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....

It had been a week since anyone had seen Sasuke. His classmates werre worried, though it didnt matter much to him. They may no longer see the 17 year old boy. He was sick and didnt plan on going back. Luckly no one knew werre the teenager lived...not counting Uchiyama and a few times he had woken up to piles of paper at his door...Homework. A snarl danced on his features as he examined the weeks worth of paper he left on the table. It wasnt much, but his modivation was non existant. His legs werre torn to shreds, he was much, much paler then usual. Even though he was feeling fine and keeping his insanity in check. The boy smoked up to keep himself in order.

The appartment he lived in smelt faintly of blood and weed, windows werre open to drain the smell from the appartment. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, he reached for a glass in the kitchen and filled it with water. Downing it in a few moments. He placed it down and let a sigh escape his trembling form. Walking had become a bit painful, and he had rid himself of all clothing but his boxers since he felt so uncomfortable.

Sitting on his bed, bong in hand. the white smoke slowly exited from the vase like object, placing his mouth in the hole and inhaling, the faint see through smoke had become thick and nothing was visible through the bong until he had finished inhaling. Keeping in his breath he layed his head back and slowly inhalled. The bags beneath his eyes must have accentuated the pink of his eyes. Looking back on the thoughts of when he shot his teacher. A smirk played on his lips before he started to snicker. In this situation he wouldnt have been laughing, but since he smoked up so much that week, he couldnt help himself.

What day was it? Was it friday? He had been away the school week but he had no idea what day it was. Putting his bong on his dresser. He stumbled into the bathroom and ran a warm shower. Ridding himself of his boxers. He slid into the warmth of the water. Teeth bared, the warm water stung his red, throbbing and scabbed over inner thighs. The blood that had managed to seep through coated the bottom of the tub. He couldnt help but let a wimper pass through his lips. Gripping the wall infront of him, he let the water run down over his hair, the water was soothing to his soar flesh once the agony of the stinging water had come to an end.

"Sasuke..."

Raising his head and looking around wide eyed. He could have sworn he heart the voice of his mother. Though tears formed in his eyes and started to run down his face. The water from the shower obscured the visibility. Looking into the red water beneath him. His eyes had gone wide and a smile graced his features. He saw his mom, though sadly. He had no idea he was staring into his own reflection. Getting to his knees and placing his hands to either side of the reflection. The boy wimpered as he looked into the eyes of what he though was his mother.

"M-mom..."

Sasuke looked just like his mom. The round cheerful eyes she owned, he had aswell. Though his eyes werrent so cheerful, they werre at there breaking point...depressed. Longing for someone to be there for him. He needed his mom more then ever right now but she wasnt here. Watching the reflection he though was his mom fade away, he punched the base of the tub and cried out. Gripping his head and curled into a ball.

"D-dont leave mommy..."

Slightly pathetic the sight was, though honestly it would have touched the heart of many. Reaching up, he turned off the water and stumbled out of the tub. The mirror hadnt fogged over since he left the bathroom door open and he looked at his reflection. His eyes had gone from there beautiful obsidian to almost a dull grey. He seemed helpless judging by the look on his face. He wished he could emotionaly be as strong as his Ani was...

"A-ani..."

...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⎦

It was already Friday. A week of school has already vanished and that empty seat in the back of the room still remained empty. The boy never showed up to class nor did he ever call Uchiyama. It was either: A. Sasuke had killed himself, B. he went completely mental, C. he's just keeping himself occupied with other things on his mind... Or actually what's left to that vital organ. Okay, it could of been all of the above by now, but he had a glint, a spark of faith that his otouto wouldn't kill himself, yet that is. Itsuki would usually come by his apartment after school to drop off a few assignments, making sure that the kid would somehow value his education at all anymore. Although, that was a huge stretch to be thinking that way.

During the whole day, non-stop, students were asking about the Uchiha. Was he all right? Did he go to jail? Is he checked into a mental hospital? Itachi refused to answer any questions except for saying that the last time he saw the student, Sasuke's sanity was still intact. What a lie! That was only said to keep the rest of the boys and girls to get off his case and leave him alone. It was hard to keep patience aligned since it was always that Yamanaka girl and that stupid Haruno girl asking constantly if their man was all right. Okay, first of all Sasuke wasn't any of those foolish girl's man. Second, he continued to refuse to answer. Third, he didn't want to talk to idiotic fangirls like them.

The final bell rung and the whole day seemed to be in a daze without the boy. There was no lust for that fear in his eyes. There was no torture to put upon the boy. Itachi felt even more empty in his broken chest, although he brushed off those feelings when those two stupid girls came into his room, demanding that he would take them to Sasuke's house. The history teacher refused. He wasn't allowed to give that information out to other students, this was clearly a teacher-student confidentiality code that he was certainly not allowed to break. All he could do was leave that stupid blondie chick and pinkette pissed off, that they couldn't see their Sasuke.

Itachi sighed, while walking to his motorcycle with his things in his sinful hands. Why didn't the younger Uchiha realize that there was so many people that cared about him? Especially that blonde boy with the sapphire eyes. Even though, that kid wouldn't directly admit it, the older Uchiha could see that, that boy truly does care. Why doesn't he see it? Is is blind? Is he so full of it to realize it? Does he think that he is strong enough to not care for them? Does he see those feelings as nothing, but hindrances? Does he feel that it was more or less a thought of pity? Did he think that everyone pitied him and that's why he has that seemingly unbreakable exterior?

'Do you really think you are that strong enough, Sasuke? No one is ever strong enough... Not even myself. I have already gone off the deep end, but you. Oh you didn't even scratch the line yet. This is only going to be the start. All your body armor that you created for yourself, it is all going to tear away. Just a little chunk at a time, until you are completely unarmed. You are going to feel so vulnerable that you are going to be unmercifully begging for help. Someone to rescue yourself from reaching to that far edge. And who are you going to turn to? Only your heart can tell you that answer.'

As he placed on his helmet a smirk played across the corners of his mouth. Just a few more days and Sasuke will feel even worse than what he is already feeling. The older male knows that he's trying to hide himself from the world. Concealing himself that no one will ever notice him again. It was truly heartbreaking... Not. It was the most pleasure that Itachi has ever felt before. This was even better than attempting to take his little brother. He wondered how it would feel if he didn't drop off that homework to the boy like he had done so for the past week? Would he feel that sense of being completely isolated from everyone else? The older Uchiha wanted to find out for himself and what better way to do that than testing these questions.

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....

School was deffinetly over by then. He had been staring at the clock for nearly three hours. Unblinkingly, in his moments of solitude, watching the arms turn was slow but it kept him occupied. He started noticing the little things...Like how the cieling was a little uneven, how loud his neighbours werre. Right now he wanted things to be quiet. Problem was, it was quiet, his mind was just so out of it that he was starting to hear things, mental exaustion was seeping in. Taking in a sharp breath, he glanced around the appartment with wide questioning eyes...werre was he? He shook his head, his knotted messy black hair was a wreck and he needed to take care of himself or else he'd lose his perfect features...but you had to admit even his looks of anguish werre...attractive.

Getting to his feet off the floor, he looked for the page Uchiyama had left with his number on it. It must have been under the bundles of homework he managed to complete. Flipping through pages, he came to a small card with a phone number on it. Then glanced towards the phone. His face flushed, body shakily walking over to what could possibly connect him to a lifeline. Placing his hand on the phone, he took a moment to listen to the sounds around him. The dripping of the shower that wasnt completly turned off in the bathroom...his mom. No it was best not to imagine such cruel things! The destruction of the massive mirror that now layed shattered all over the bathroom was bad enough. But he was so smoked up he could hardly tell left from right now.

"A-ani..."

Taking the phone in hand, he stumbled to his bed and layed on his side, facing the window he stared at the buttons, anxiety breaking through his clouded, drugged up mind. He had even gone far enough to lace it with cleaning products to get a better high. His thumb moved over the talk button and a familliar beep pinched his ears, startling the Uchiha. Though the others slowly followed. One button left to push...could he do it, seek comfort through a man he hardly even knew. The one person he felt he could trust...the overly cheerful teacher who didnt work desperately to get his attention? There was...Naruto to that crazy little blond he adored so much. Though he would never admit it, he knew the blond would comfort him...another day. He would seek Naruto another day.

Pressing the final button, he placed the phone to his ear, it seemed like eternity for someone to pick up. What if Uchiyama-sensei wasnt there? What would he do? Would he finally take the chance to call Naruto? Sasuke knew very well his sexuality, though he'd never admit it. He trully was Bi, but hands down. He preffered guys over attention seeking girls right now and Naruto had a personality...that made you feel like you could rely on him...everyone he met, he became friends with at some point...he was just that, lovable.

Ring....Ring...When would he pick up? Would he pick up. In all honestly, he needed to be held. Mom was no longuer there to pick up the pieces and his body couldnt take the abuse anymore and he had run out of weed a few hours ago...the place reeked of drugs. Slowly sitting up and burrying his face in his hand. He leaned towards the window and put a hand to the glass and watched the cars pass...Two girls had aswell, a blond and a pink haired girl...though he knew who they werre already. Ino and Sakura...werrent they always fighting? Why werre they getting along now? He shook his head and sighed to himself. If he werre to choose anyone...he deffinetly preffered Sakura over the slutty blond.

Hearing the sound of a phone pick up but no voice. His body tenced behind the phone, his voice had escaped him but he managed to regain his breath. Licking his dry lips he closed his eyes. It was now or never.

"A-An...Sempai...?"

...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⎦

A few raindrops beat on his helmet, making that clacking sound against the hard surface. The sky turned a disgusting gray color, like some wet newspaper was purposely placed into the once blue sky. Itachi actually like this gross-looking color. It was rather calming to his faux hazel eyes. It was nice to see after so many days with endless sunshine and brightness. And most importantly cheerfulness. One of the things that disgusts him the most. It was only because he could never feel that sense of happiness ever again. There was no such thing in his system anymore. It was stripped from him, like he stripped Sasuke of their parents. It wasn't like he was bitter about the world, he just wanted to have the people he formerly cared about to feel that anguish residing in himself. And the disgusting color in the sky, physically described those emotions or lack or emotions.

The stop lights flickered to a red, clearly indicating to stop. Itachi was still thinking about that one blonde kid with the sapphire eyes. What was that kid to his otouto? Was he like an enemy with Sasuke? A slight friend, but still an enemy? An actually genuine friend? Something more of a friend... Like a boyfriend? Or even a lover? He gritted his teeth and erased those thoughts from his mind. If something like would ever happen, it would bring the older Uchiha much more joy in this. He would eventually kill this little lover to Sasuke's, right in front of him. With his soul and heart pleading for him to stop. It made everything more worth it, when there was another person in between the Uchiha brothers.

He also thought about what he was going to do at home since it was already the weekend. He probably needed to go grocery shopping and needed to grade papers. Most importantly, Itachi had to plan his next move, just in case his brother wasn't going to take up the offer in calling him. Well, there will be plenty of opportunities to seek out that brother of his. Every time Sasuke runs, he would chase after that otouto and find him because it has always been like that. Even when they were growing up, it has always been like that.

Alas, he finally arrived at his apartment complex, the sky looked as if it was going to pour soon. Like the sky was wanting to actually cry for the poor little Uchiha. It was lucky that it didn't pour on him while driving since it was a lot more dangerous when the streets were wet and you were driving such a small vehicle like a motorcycle. He couldn't wrap his mind on anything else than that visage of the otouto in that merciless pain. Although what startled him the most and broke his thoughts was his cellular phone violently vibrating in his pocket. He never even realized that it was vibrating until he stood up from his motorcycle. The number was unknown to his phone on the caller identification. Maybe this was one of those solicitors or else a prank phone call.

Almost ending towards a final ring, Itachi finally decided to pick up his cellular device. "Hello? This is Uchiyama, Itsuki speaking, who is calling please?" As soon as he heard the person at the other end, the teacher stopped in his tracks. Did his ears deceive him? Was that voice really the voice of that 'angel' Uchiha that their mother nicknamed him? Hearing that word 'senpai' sent shivers down his spine. He would never think that his brother would call him something like that. It was priceless to hear that anguished voice. That scared, little, kitty-cat voice. It was like a symphony to his ears.

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 Sempai's voice was like heaven to his tormented mind. Pressing his back to the wall and bringing his knees to his chest. He stared at his feet and exhaled a shaky breath. He was suprisingly happy to know that his Sempai had picked up the phone. His voice was cracky, he couldnt really quite get the words out without sounding...gay. His emotions werre all confused now that he heard the man's voice. Just like before, licking his lips one more and taking a painful breath, he swallowed his pride.

"I...need you..."

It was almost innaudible, his whisper was very silent but he had a feeling that his Sempai had heard it anyway. He really did need someone right now. With this dreadful weather rolling in, it would be best to spend a painful moment with someone, especially when the weather was agreeing with your emotions...he felt bland and ugly just like the clouds did right now. He wanted to cry like them aswell. Silently let the tears ascape from his eyes. Sasuke at this point felt as helpless as a child, his grip on the phone had tightened and the plastic creeked beneath his grip.

"J-just let yourself in..."

He hung up the phone and wrapped himself in his blanket...he felt cold. It was probably his mind playing a trick on him again, he sat in silent contemplation forgetting about the massive mess of glass he should have been picking up in the bathroom. Forgetting that the smell of weed filled the appartment...forgetting that his sheets werre tainted with the red of human blood. He was hungry...very hungry. There was no food in the house and he hadnt gone grocery shopping and by now most likely lost the pathetic job he had to sustain himself...even if he didnt like it. It kept him fed and warm. He wasnt payed enough to seek psychological aid though...so it was best to rely on others for now. You didnt need to spend allot of money in order to speak with someone.

He could feel the muscles of his eyes twitch, the appearance of his mothers reflection appeared in his own again and his eyes had gone grey. His lips had moved...but no words had escaped, though it could clearly be made out...Mom. He could clearly say now he knew how his Ani felt. He knew Ani was sick but...there was nothing he could do, even if in the past as a child he had offered someone to talk to.

"But Ani never wanted to..."

Slapping himself across the face he shook his head and shunned himself, he was talking to no one. Acting like a maniac and the neighbours werre probably on the verge of calling the police. He was suprised no one had came in since he had kept the door locked the entire time. This wasnt a safe appartment...there was weapons everywerre and he was the only one that knew werre they werre...but his gun was in an obvious location...he had left it in his bag by the door. Cursing to himself, he slid out of bed and limped to the door. Placing a hand to the wall for support he returned slowly to his bed and sat against the wall, blanket wrapped around his pathetic form protectively. Right now, this blanket was practically his only source of security.

Taking the gun from his bag, he placed it by the bag beside the bed...and layed the black mecanical weapon by his side. Keeping his fingers on it at all time. He regretted taking it from the door...he should have forgotten about it, he shouldnt have gotten up to retreave it and now things werre all to tempting. His grey eyes lingered to the gun and he bit his lip. Taking it once more and placing it on the nightstand and avoided looking in its direction. Better safe then sorry...when its to late to take back the mistake you had done.

...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⎦

"I...need you..."

"I...need you..."

"I...need you..."

This was better than what he expected to hear from the boy. It was like magic to his ears, almost like stardust. That short, small sentence continued to ring in his head. Those three words just sounded so beautiful to Itachi. Those three words set him off to seek his little brother, 'comfort' him when his voice was clearly throbbing with agony. An evil grin was shown on the other end, though Sasuke couldn't see how much joy was brought to himself. This was what he always wanted to hear that from his brother's mouth.

Itachi could never bring himself to let him say that he needed someone deep down in the bottom of his heart. There was a huge part of that vital organ that didn't literally died on that day Sasuke shot him. Having your own flesh and blood to kill your only brother who cared about him, it was absolutely excruciating. It wasn't the bullet that hurt him, but don't get the older Uchiha wrong, the bullet surely hurt as hell. What hurt more was who shot him in the chest, the place where his heart used to be.

"I will be there shortly, Uchiha. Just please, wait for me..."

He knew his own limits of not caring about anyone. His heart was already been killed on that day, this caring feeling was only a mask. A way to conceal what his heart truly wants and that was something that Itachi could ever figure out. What did he desire most? Was it really to torture his Sasuke? Or did he want to gain that love which he never received? No, this was not the time to break out of his plan. It was already, too late... Or was it really?

'I never wanted to talked, even when my heart wanted it most. I just couldn't get myself to do it. I didn't want to burden my little brother with such trivial feelings. I was never worthy to explain anything to you. You were mother's pride and joy, even father expected less than what he expected me. They loved you more, Sasuke. It was inevitable that they did. You had their love... And I had nothing. Just only the love that I had once for you. That was the only feeling that I once had. And now, nothing.'

Itachi set off to the store first, the younger male probably never left his house for anything, not even the essentials. At the store, he obviously bought a variety of foods, things that Sasuke might like or at least things that he could recall from over a period of time, cleaning products like air fresheners and such, personal hygiene items like shampoo and everything else. This will surely give him some points in being a lot closer to the young Uchiha.

The older male finally arrived at the apartment complex, with quite a few plastic bags at hand. He knocked on the door before letting himself in. It was only common courtesy for the younger Uchiha. Well, the boy did tell him to let himself in, the door creaked opened and the smell of weed was lingering in the air. "Hello? Uchiha?" Then, Itachi saw his brother helplessly wrapped in a blanket. He couldn't help, but feel some sympathy for Sasuke.

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 body had tenced once he had heard the knock on the door. Bitting his lip, his grey orbs watched as it slowly opened. The sound of bags had reached his ears, so that was what was taking him so long. He had done some shopping for the young Uchiha. He hadnt left his spot as he watched him drag his things into the appartment. He didnt plan on getting up any time soon unless he was forced to his feet. A glisten of purple had caught his eye as the sun poked through the clouds a little and he looked to his bong. He couldnt slide it under the bed since it still contained water. He swore to himself and wrapped his body tighter in the blanket. Turning his gaze back towards the window and layed his head against the wall.

"Thank you..."

Pushing the blanket away, he moved over to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the side. Slouching forward he layed his right forearm across his thighs, his left hand placed over his right arm just bellow his shoulder. From what he could see through the bags was food. He could feel his stomach twist painfully in contect at the presence of a meal. He hadnt though about eating all week, though due to his high metabolism the thin layer of body fat he did have reduced a little, making the outline of his muscles more pronounced. Luckly his face hadnt lost weight aswell.

He was a little ashamed to have his teacher walk in and see what vile shape he was, let alone the fact that he now knew he smoked up. He though for sure that leaving all the windows open would rid the appartment of its sweet, entoxicating smell. His heart throbbed, though it was more for the presence of his teacher. Once he had settled down then he would seek comfort. Though this was severly wrong for a teacher to be doing this sort of thing, he hoped he wouldnt risk getting into trouble for taking care of him.

Judging by all the stuff the man had brought, did he plan on staying the weekend? Or longer? That seemed to be more then a weeks forth of food and supplies for one single person. He had a couch...not an extra bed and the couch certainly wasnt all that comfortable. It was the leather couch he had brought with him from his parent's place when he baught the appartment and in the summer, you stuck to it even if the AC was on. He could share...though the blankets and sheets deffinetly needed to be cleaned. He had woken up once or twice with scabs torn off cause they stuck to the fabric. That was a painful way to wake up.

Taking in a slow breath, he layed back and stared at the cieling. There wasnt much for him to do...more like nothing he didnt feel like doing. He had a TV...but was there anything for him to watch so he can get his mind out of the gutter? Mabie a movie would help...mabie not his usual horror films. Mabie a comedy...something stupid. Comedy movies seemed to cheer up everyone after all. Raising his hand to pass his fingers through his hair. His hand got caught in one of the knots that decided to wrap itself around his finger. He tried to slide his hand out but to no avale and a sigh of annoyance passed through his lips. IT was seriously time to brush his hair before the knots got worse.

"Sensei....my hand is stuck."

A look of annoyance glistened in his eyes and he fiddled with his hair to get his fingers loose. He had no patience for stuff like this and it was his first time ever having his hair so awefully messy. He always brushed his hair, but perpously messed it up afterwards. Sleeping seemed to create knots that no one could possibly undo if kept messy to long and he was deffinetly out of conditioner and cutting his hair surely wasnt an option.

...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 could tell that Sasuke was definitely not himself. He wasn't that perfect, little brother that their mother was so proud of. It stroked him that the young Uchiha looked like a male version of their deceased mother. Maybe that's why he earned most of the love because he looked so much like both of their parents. And Itachi... There was little resemblance to them. He took off his shoes and completely entered the apartment. The older male placed most of the bags on the counter top and floor, going to help the poor boy.

As he got closer to Sasuke, he looked more and more dreadful than his usual clean appearance. Although the teacher didn't mind because he knew the things that were lingering in the other's wretched mind. "Uchiha, when was the last time you ever seen yourself in the mirror?" The older male chuckled a bit and helped the other untangle that hand out of his hair by running his own hand through the pretty strands. His dark, slate locks were so messy that the other had to take a shower. "Go take a bath, I bought some shampoo and conditioner for you. Please, I'll help you go to the bathroom. I'm sorry..." The older male lifted Sasuke's frail body into his arms, bridal style to the bathroom. He was a stunned to see the bathroom's mirror shattered everywhere, that certainly answered his previous question.

"Can you stand on your own?" He waited until that pretty, little head nodded in response and when the Uchiha did, he carefully placed him on the floor to be steady on his feet. "Let me clean this up first and then I'll prepare your bath." Itachi started to pick up the shards from the mirror, wincing from the cuts that were left on his hands and fingers. It was all right with him, as long as this gained the trust from the younger Uchiha. After, he picked up most of the pieces of the reflection, he placed in the trash receptacle. Then, the older male turned on the water for it to heat up as soon as it was filled and heated at the right temperature.

He placed his non-bloodied hand in the tub, testing for a pleasant temperature to bathe in. "Your bath is ready, Uchiha and I'll bring you the shampoo and conditioner before you strip out of your clothes." Itachi went back to the plastic bags and rummaged through to find the hair cleaners. Also placing them near the bathtub side. "Come now or do you want me to carry you over here?" He gave a smile to the younger Uchiha. Even in this state, Sasuke was so cute. It was sick of him to think of Sasuke like that anymore, but he couldn't help it...

'That place in my chest feels so heavy right now, so heavy with burden... You don't even know it, Sasuke. You never seen it, even before. Did you really care about me like I did about you? I could just tell that you never accepted me more than an aniki (older brother)... In yet, I wanted you to see me as more. A person who could love you back like I really adored you. You with that adorable smile, laugh. And I took that away from you, like you took away all hope from me. This is only the start of your demise, Sasuke. This is only the start.'

"Come now, the water will get cold again." The blood coming off his fingers were starting to bleed profusely, just like this face. Although, he just let the sticky substance run. It wasn't excruciating, it was only a nuisance to himself. Itachi loosened his tie with his better hand and waited for the boy to come in so he could leave Sasuke to his privacy. The older male got out of the bathroom and left a crack of it open to make sure that the younger one was going to be all right and not drown himself. He started to prepare some soup and whatever for his brother. It was better to start with a light meal since the Uchiha hasn't eaten anything decent this past week.

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....

An uneasy gasp escaped his lips when Uchiyama had picked him up, the scabs on his legs rubbed together through his boxers, causing him a bit of grief. He looked to the bathroom and felt shame for what he had done, he was expensive to change a mirror...especially when you didnt know how. He felt his feet touch the ground and he leaned against the wall, examening the older male as he cleaned up the bathroom. They would have to pass the vacume later, there was probably still tiny shards of glass left strewn across the bathroom floor, but right now thats not what mattered.

Sasuke watched the man close the door behind him and he let a small sigh escape his lips before ditching his single article of clothing and slid his feet into the warm water. It was actually quiet releaving, the warmth of the liquid felt amazing on his feet. Slowly slidding the rest of him in, he bit his lip in preperation for the pain he'd soon feel on his legs. He gasped with pain, though that was something he'd had to deal with for a few moments until his body had gotten used to the intrusion of water. He soaked his hair well. Feeling the water run over his tence shoulders was simply fantastic. Checking the bottles of shampoo he eyed them slowly and raised a brow, Herbal Essences? Any guy would have found it amusing. But right now, his life didnt have the room for amusement. Putting a bit of the shampoo in his hands he lathered it into his dark locks, the new smell was a bit of a wakeup.

Pulling the plug on the bathtub, he watched the water drain, the liquid had a pink tinge to it now since a few scabs had come off. The water swirling into the black abiss reminded him allot of what was happening to him and he sighed, getting himself out of the tub, he whent through his cabnet for a towel and wrapped it around his waste. His brush was already by the sink. How he wished he hadnt lost it and broke the mirror, the conditioner had really helped though, the knots came out painfully but it worked, they has loostened up and his hair was back to normal. Drying off the rest of his body, he put his boxers back on, towel in his head to prevent the water that his thick hair had absorbed to drip all over the place.

He had hardly said a word since the man had got here, slidding the door open he peeked out. The appartment smelt wonderful, his stomach growled painfully and he grit his teeth, how dare he make a meal when he was already used to the lack of nutrition! He came up behind the Uchiha and watched the boiling liquid and licked his lips. How he would adore a bowl of that. A bit of colour had returned to his cheeks due to the bath, but his eyes still remained dull, almost robotic.

"Smells...awesome."

Taking a step back, he left the kitchen and returned to his room. Grabbing his blanket, he walked over to the couch, and propped himself up into a little ball, sitting upright to properly stare at the TV. Now only if he could remember werre he had left the remote...Feeling around the cracks of the couch, he pulled out the remote, lazilly flipping through the channels. He didnt feel like watching TV but it was better then nothing. The volume was down low and he came to the Discovery channel, squinting his eyes he examined the fellows, one had a redish blond beared, the other one was balled with a strange had he had never seen before...mythbusters.

...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 he even started to cook, Itachi had to wash off the blood from his fingertips. So much of the red substance ran down his palm. It reminded him of all the blood that was released after his brother shot him. If it wasn't for the Akatsuki who came to him on that fateful night to rescue him and clean up that mess. He would have certainly been dead or at least arrested and put in jail for the rest of his worthless life. The older male cleaned up the cuts and wrapped quite a few bandages around his wounded hand.

The faint smell of weed still lingered in the air. It was a sickening smell to his stomach, he wasn't one that dealt with drugs, that's what Zetsu was for, selling drugs. Each member of the Akatsuki had their own task, their own assignment. Pein is obviously the leader and Konan is his slut. She is despicable, luring people on her hit list to have sex with her and she kills them right before they use her body. Deidara handled selling illegal firearms to other gangs and mafias. The rest were hit men, including Itachi. Hidan is a zealot for his evil cult religion where death and chaos was practiced. Kisame is a bred killer who enjoys cutting up his victims with a samurai sword. Sasori is a master of using people's emotions like puppets. Tobi is different. Itachi never saw his face nor seen his full extent of the male's power. There was Kazuku who would steal his victim's organs for some sort of science experiment. And then there was the former member, Orochimaru, there was nothing known about his whereabouts anymore like he was completely gone from the face of the world.

The Akasuki were sick people, ridding the world of anyone who tries to stop them. This was what Itachi has gotten himself into. Although, his insanity fit right with them. These people were his 'family' now. Uchiha Sasuke was nothing more than a little toy to break, however, he can't help to feel something more about him.

The older male started to prepare the food, this was all going to be worth it in the end. He chopped up most of the ingredients and cooked the soup. The little Uchiha snuck up behind himself and in a way made him jump. "I'm glad. It will be finished in a bit." He watched as the boy walked away, at least his cover wasn't blow just yet. It took time to gain trust from the broken toy and even more time because he was broken. Itachi turned off the stove and looked through the cabinets for a bowl of some sort and a spoon. He poured some into the bowl and walked over to the lazy Uchiha.

"Here you go. Be careful it's hot." The older male smiled, handing the filled bowl with a spoon. He walked back to the plastic bags and put away all of the items that he bought for the kid. It was a lot for one person, but who knows when the next time that Sasuke will go to the store. "Uchiha, if you don't mind. I'm going to wash your bed sheets for you." He warned while heading to the blood-dried bed. It was absolutely filthy with the redish-brown stains. The older Uchiha practically ripped off the sheets, leaving the gun and other weapon on the bed and didn't care if he needed to hand wash, but hopefully Sasuke did at least have a washing machine. Ah, there it was, unused in the corner of the apartment. The older male stuffed the sheet into the washing machine.

"Uchiha, I'm going to leave soon... I'll wait until the sheets are finished washing. Unless you would like me to stay, that is..."

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∂?