* this is a more angsty chapter between the reader and Sasuke that contains yelling and self harm*
*TW SELF HARM
Today is a very stressful day for you. You and your team didn't have any missions or any plans, so you were stuck in the house with Sasuke.
It's not like you hate spending time with him, it just makes you nervous that you'll do something to upset him.
You decided to make lunch, contemplating whether or not you should ask Sasuke what he wanted.
He normally ate whatever you cooked him, but he did have a preference.
Even though he was your twin, you still didn't know much about him. He always kept to himself, never allowing himself to be vulnerable.
You decided against asking him, not wanting to converse with him any more than necessary.
You started to prep the meal. You were making tomato soup, a food that was never wasted when made.
The one thing you did know was that Sasuke loved tomatoes. He always had liked tomatoes.
You boiled a pot of water, mixing in tomato paste. Next you began to cook the vegetables. Tomatoes, celery, broccoli and carrots. You let them soften in the pan before adding them to the soup.
Once the soup was finished you poured a bowl for Sasuke, placing a spoon in the bowl.
You walked out of the kitchen and into the direction of your twin's room. You approached the door and knocked lightly,
"Sasuke, I made lunch, it's tomato soup"
you said through his door, but of course he didn't answer.
You knocked again, a little harder this time, "SASUKEEEE, LUNCH IS READY!"
You heard some shuffling in his his room, and the the sound of the door being unlocked.
Sasuke threw the door open, "I'm not hungry y/n, stop bothering me and go do something useful." He hissed.
"B-but-", "Y/N, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, STOP BEING SO DAMN ANNOYING!", He slammed the door in your face.
You felt your body heat up, your heart pounding in your chest. You slowly walked away, mind racing with your anxious thoughts.
You placed his bowl in the refrigerator and entered your room. Your lip began to quiver and your eyes glossed up with tears. You felt yourself being consumed by panic. A tear fell down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it, not wanting to be seen or heard crying.
You couldn't allow Sasuke or anyone else see you this vulnerable and find out how weak you really were.
Why am I so useless? I can't even please my brother let alone my team. Itachi should have killed me along with the rest of the clan, he probably pitied me and didn't have the heart to kill such a pathetic person
You felt yourself build up with anger, you were pissed, not at anyone but you.
You walked over to your dresser drawer where you kept you drawing supplies, along with the blades of a disassembled pencil sharpener.
You had removed the blades to sharpen them but never put them back. You grabbed one of the blades and brought it up to your arm. You shook with fear, the fear of seeing blood. It almost made no sense that a ninja of all people was scared of blood.
After the massacre, your fear of blood grew exponentially. You would feel lightheaded, and even sometimes faint at the sight of blood.
You took a deep breath and repositioned the blade so that it was set atop of your wrist. You pressed the blade down and began to drag it across your skin in a vertical line.
Your body was pumping with adrenaline, which thankfully reduced the pain.
As you drug the blade down your arm blood began to drip. Blood, blood everywhere. Blood dipped off your arm and to the floor.
"Fuck, that'll leave a stain." You hissed under your breath.
You set the blade back in your dresser and began to put pressure on the wound. The cut wasn't deep, just enough for you to feel something.
It was probably a styro at the most. You grabbed your first aid kit from under your bathroom sink and pulled out alcohol wipes, gauze, an antibiotic and a wrap to hold the gauze in place.
You opened an Alcohol wipe and began to clean off the cut.
The alcohol stung, making you hiss. Once you finished wiping the cut you grabbed the antibiotic and placed it all over the cut. You took the gauze and carefully wrapped your arm.
Once the gauze was on, you placed the wrap over top the gauze to hold it in place.
Once you finished wrapping your wound you went and scrubbed the shit out of the floor. Luckily only a few drops got on the rug placed under your bed.
You picked up the bloody cleaning supplies and walked into the kitchen to throw them away.
As you entered the kitchen you felt a pair of eyes burning through the back of your head. You slowly turned around, the bloody supplies still in your hands.
Sasuke glared at you, then down towards your hands. He gave you a questioning look. "I-i just cut myself whilst I was sharpening my kunai, nothing to worry about." You breathed out, shaking a bit.
Sasuke gave you another weird look but quickly brushed it off. He walked towards the refrigerator and pondered for a bit before grabbing the bowl of soup. He pulled out a small pot and poured the soup from the bowl into the pot. He turned the stove on and stirred the food.
You were a bit confused, first he didn't want your food but now he's heating it up to eat it. He was an interesting person, the way he acts like he didn't just verbally abuse you :/
You knew he didn't mean it, he just has some horrible anger issues that he needs to control.
You threw away the paper towels and put the cleaner back in the closet. You were exhausted and decided to take a nap to pass the time.
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Sasuke was calculating something for training and of course snapped his pencil with that insane grip of his. He pondered for a minute before walking towards your room
Your an artist, so you'd of course have extra pens and pencils. Sasuke slowly opened the door to your room and quietly walked towards your dresser. He knew exactly where you kept your supplies because he was constantly in need of a pencil.
He pulled the drawer open, searching for a pencil. He lifted a stack of papers and froze.( Well shit, of course you'd leave a bloody blade in there).
Sasuke carefully picked up the blade, examining it. The blood was still somewhat wet and rubbed onto Sasuke's finger. He turned to look at your sleeping figure.he walked up to you and slowly began to remove your blanket, careful not the wake you.
He examined your body until his eyes laid on your bandaged arm. he stepped back, eyes wide with realization.
Finally a longer chapter
Sorry for the angst;)
