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Our Promise

Chapter Two

Our Promise

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 13, 2000

Silence, full on dropped-jaw hush mouth from his ever cool, ever calm, never rattled bestie.

Sasuke kept a tight rein on his thoughts and emotions more often than not, restricting both behind a high wall very few ever reached the other side of. Naruto himself had only snuck a peek a handful of times to date, but this time, this view was the most revealing he'd ever witness. His lips twitched upward as he watched lifelong tragedy unfurl on Sasuke's face, smoothed over by repulsion a beat later, before finally settling into a combination of blazing hatred and blatant curiosity. Like a window to the soul, something many—-including Naruto himself—-assumed the heartless blonde teen didn't possess, Naruto watched the play of emotion flicker through Sasuke's eyes. Every potent thought as audible as though Naruto were a guest in the other teen's head.

Dark eyes bore into mirth filled blue, questioning, calculating, putting two and two together and getting four thousand and forty-one.

Naruto waited.

"You killed him."

Naruto chuckled, taking another drag, "yep-"

"When?"

"Last night."

Bowled over by his candid admission, Sasuke flopped back onto the couch, eyes as wide as the THC would allow, "fuck..."

Naruto snorted a laugh, "told you I would, dattebayo."

"I know but...fuck."

Naruto handed him the joint, poor bastard looked like he really needed it. Sasuke took it without a word, gratefully cheifing, calming with each smoke laden exhalation.

"You're a fuckin psychopath, you know that?" he declared after several minutes.

"Sociopath," the blonde corrected, rescuing his weed.

Naruto knew what he was, he'd played twenty questions with enough psychiatrist, psychologists and therapists to know the ins and outs of his most prominent diagnosis, unofficially since technically he wasn't allowed to wear that label until he turned eighteen but, his head doctors were pretty sure he was 'suffering' from Anti-Social Personality disorder, and his age didn't stop them from letting him know in no uncertain terms that their premature diagnosis was set in stone.

Naruto displayed many of the classic signs and symptoms in spades; barely a moral compass to speak of and wouldn't know guilt if it smacked him in the face, didn't think twice about using any and everyone to get what he wanted, shockingly stunted range of emotions, capacity to care severely lacking, his ability to form bonds and relationships laughable at best, his temper nasty and embarrassingly short, had a hard time walking the straight and narrow, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

Long story short, he was fucked in the head, and it was a good thing he wasn't looking to change because, according to them, the likelihood of him pulling a full u-turn despite his diagnosis was less than zero.

"Did he recognize you?"

"Yep," he grinned, leaning towards the other boy, blue gaze alight with something dark and despicable, "right before I beat his brains out. Face got all white, eyes big as shit, looked like he'd seen a fuckin' ghost way he was looking at me," snorting a laugh as he continued, "he screamed like a bitch first time I hit him, then begged for his life, why, I couldn't tell ya. He knew what it was the moment he recognized me. Dunno how long it took to kill him, probably died first few hits, but it felt like forever by the time I got tired of caving his face in. I couldn't even recognize him by the time I was done," he sighed, leaning back against the sofa, relishing that moment, "slept so fuckin good when I got back to Yukina's house. Laid on the couch and swear to God I fell asleep soon as my head hit the pillow."