𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔 || 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨

Sasuke

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TW: Contains allusions to SA

My eyes darted back and forth, they saw that too, right?

I saw the same expression of fear on their everyone, the color drained from their face. I could hear the whispers start, quiet, yet sharper than knives.

"Did he... kill someone?"

"He's brutal and dangerous.. that's why he's always quiet."

"Come to think of it, I did hear he had to switch middle schools."

I bit my lip, my gaze drifting to him, why did he get himself beat up like that? I expected more out of him, the top student, reduced to this. Battered and bruised, and what for?

I couldn't help from feeling a pang of frustration. Despite this, there was a pull, and impulse
to trace his jagged cuts and bruise. It makes me a bit upset for him, why's he putting on an act?

What was he trying to prove.

I had a feeling someone's gaze was on me so I turn my head to look, and there he was, deep onyx eyes locked on me. For a moment I was frozen, unable to break the connection.

Everyone talked about him like he was some violent, empty, person. What I saw was just a boy, with a heavy weight beneath his eyes, like he was carrying something I couldn't understand.

My mind was still on Sasuke when a tap on my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts, it's Ino.

I turned to look at her, before she spoke, she looked like she had an idea so she pulled out a piece of paper and began frantically writing.

I stared, what she could possibly be so worked up about? I'm guessing she didn't want Sasuke or anyone to overhear, she carefully placed the note as I picked it up and began to read:

first off, why did you come in with Naruto AGAIN, are you sure there's nothing going on? Second, I think I know what happened with
Sasuke, or I have more of an idea.

Yesterday as I was walking home, these two older kids were talking about something, they said "We can't get caught off guard again, we need to be ready to fight him". And by that point I was pretty freaked out so I just left.

I looked up from the note to Ino.
I almost couldn't believe it, was he really associated with a gang?

The emo, black haired, brooding kid? .. then again, maybe it wasn't that surprising.

I stole Inos pencil from her desk and started writing a reply:

First of all, gross. Second of all, wow. What do you think he did to anger them like that? Should we report it to the teacher?

I picked up the pencil and handed her it back along with the note, when she finished reading she took her pencil back from me and scribbled a few more words before handing it back,

Ooh so you feel bad, huh?

One things for sure though, they looked way worse than Sasuke.

I picked it up and read it with a grin, if he's going to fight people at least he did it right.

Suddenly, A shadow loomed over us, it was Kakashi Sensei.

He took our paper, and I wait for the inevitable scolding. He lifted up the note to his face and read it silently, his expression unchanging; he looked like he was in deep thought.

He broke the silence, "Class started a few minutes ago" He drawled. "Shouldn't you two be working?"

And just like that, he left, leaving behind the note on the desk without another word.

Whats with his reaction?

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Earlier that day- sasuke's POV

I walked on the sidewalk, my hands stuffed in my pockets. The cold air snipped at my fingers as i felt them freezing up with each passing second.

All I can hear as I walk is the crunch of the leaves with each step. I let out a breath of air and watch as it is made into a puff of smoke, I should've listened to my mom about those damn gloves.

I cut through a different Highschool as per my usual path, barely paying attention to the group of kids on my way. I keep my head down, focusing on my shoes and the crunch of the leaves. 

Suddenly, the sound of a high pitched shriek rings in my ears. My body froze, I stand completely still.

*silence*

I took a few steps back, ignoring my instincts. it's 3 of the boys from the group earlier and they were outside of their school building, who the hell made that shriek?

I conceal myself behind a corner of the building and wait, listening for anything else that might hint as to what's happening.

I move a little closer and get a good view, I feel my nerves relax. She's just swatting at one of their arms jokingly, I sighed. What a waste of my time. I turned, ready to leave this random school.

As I'm walking, I hear them speak again after she left their line of sight: "that bitch, every time I make a move she acts like she doesn't know what's happening and swats me off." As he spat on the ground. He regains his composure and pulls out his lighter. "She's just playing hard to get" his friend whips out a cigarette. "Nah, i saw a kid confessed the other day, she straight up rejected them, she's a whore" the third one chimed in. They then all exchanged a look, one of which made my skin crawl.

"I can get everyone gathered by tomorrow."

A bread of sweat rolls down my forehead. Did I hear him correctly?

I rationalize: walk away and regret, or step in.

There were three of them, but I've faced worse. I better not regret this. I take a deep exhale before revealing myself.

I walked straight up to them, grabbed one by the collar, and slammed my fist straight on his nose.

"the fuc-" he said, stumbling back.

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After a splitting headache along with a huge bruise on my face, I'm on my way back to school.