Chapter 6
Since the event that neither him not naruto would talk about, things had been different. Sasuke refuses to acknowledge how he couldn’t let go of naruto, like his life depended on it. He’s content with remaining locked in narutos room, as long as it means that he never will have to be in the darkness he was before. Sasuke was never afraid of the dark until that moment. The pain he felt when he split open was nothing compare to the pain of being ripped from reality. Naruto was kind that night, well if by kindness you mean he actually paid attention and put him into a warm bath, staying by his side until he fell asleep. The mark on his back continues to hurt when naruto is far away but he will be dammed if he will be seen by the villagers. He thinks back to Itachi, how was he so brave, how did he last so long alone. Sasuke was never truely alone until he laid naked locked in narutos room dusk till dawn. Boredom was becoming mind numbing, and he found himself exploring the marks the ran up his arms and legs. The lock was complicated and without chakra he knew he’d be stuck. His hair was becoming uselessly long and was tickled the back of his neck uncomfortable, but of course naruto would not leave him with anything sharp, be it for his safety or narutos. Speaking of which where was he? It was dark, middle of the night of Sasuke could remember correctly. He hadn’t said anything in a long time. Sasuke stood up for a moment crawling off the bed and walking towards the door that leaves the bedroom. Slowly he opened it. Foot still bound to the bed he knew he wouldn’t be able to actually leave but he was able to see the small but homely living room/kitchen naruto had. He immediately noted the open scrolls across the floor but couldn’t read them in the dark and from afar, another negative effect of him no longer getting to see with his Sharingan. He could hear steps coming towards what Sasuke could only assume was the front door so Sasuke retreated back to his bed. 2 footsteps of what Sasuke believes is there but the voices are talking in hushed whispers Sasuke can’t seem to fully understand.
“I still hurt him Kiba”
“Yeah but he hurt you. He hurt the whole village. I don’t really think it matters Naruto”
“I guess so, but I still hurt him and I loved him, you can’t forget that. That night after he was Sasuke. The fucking little idiot I fell in love with. Before the broken turned well him into the monster we now know”.
“Yeah but that’s all he is right now a monster”
Sasuke couldn’t really make out the rest but he now knew the second footsteps where Kiba. There exchange continued for a little while longer but Sasuke couldn’t seem to really be able to focus on it. Was he a monster? All he wanted was to avenge his family. He had friends. Well he used to, but they tended to die as well. Everything Sasuke touch broke, except naruto. However even he seemed different. Cold almost. The mark on his back tended and Narutos chakra seemed to over come the house. Sasuke hissed in pain, hissing louder then he thought he did as the bed room door was thrown open and Kiba and Naruto walked in.
“Wow you weren’t kidding. He really is beautiful like this”
“Yeah, but he’s not an animal. He needs to go out eventually he just needs to learn to listen, and not put his noise in my business. The marks seems to not teach him a damn thing” Naruto said coming to where Sasuke was curled up putting his hand on his lower back to ease the pain.
“Naughty listening to us Sasuke”
“I didn’t mean to I’m just bored”
“Well let’s go outside then”