EMOtion-less

Hands To Myself

Finally updating huh?
Thanks to PixieTiff99 for reminding me and making me feel like sh!t for taking so long.

I mean... it was pretty long.

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//Naruto pov//

"When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves."
-Chuck Palahniuk

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Cold.

"Hey kid- hands up."

I raised my arms without a word spoken. "Now undress and change into these." I was thrown a pair of plain orange pants and a matching shirt- a prisoners clothes. I slowly began to undress and felt uncomfortable as the guards eyes shifted from the wall to my thin, tanned body. I shifted awkwardly as he licked his lips in pleasure at what he saw.

I already hated it here.

After changing into the uncomfortably tight clothes, I was locked into a small cell with one more prisoner, he was pale and dark haired, similar to Sasuke- yet much plainer. He had no expression, as well as flat lifeless hair. The Boy looked up at me, and smiled creepily, then continued painting on the walls with black paint.

I sat uncomfortably on the stiff mattress and waited for further instruction, but nothing came. The boy painting suddenly looked up at me, finally done with his rather breathtaking creation, and smiled- "why are you in?" I stared at him blankly, and had no answer.

Why was I here?

Ah yes- Sasuke.

"I stabbed someone from behind and ran." My reply was simple, yet brutal. Stabbed and ran. Was that my only explanation?

"Why'd you do it?" His voice dripped with an odd amount of joy. It was concerning.

"Do what?" I obliviously asked.

"Stab someone?" He answered with an imaginary duh at the end. His eyes rolling.

Why did I stab him?

Ah yes- I remember so clearly now. I had stabbed Sasuke, after confessing to him, and ran- I ran as fast as I could, without ever stopping. But why had I done it?

"I had to."

I remember after meeting Mr.Uchiha at the hospital, we had a little chat. Of course, Sasuke was oblivious to this little chat. He had been shocked and confused, truly in pain- which I hated.

But anyway.

Mr.Uchiha had a little chat with me- apparently he hadn't liked my attitude in the hospital room, so he had something up his sleeve. I remember it so clearly...

×Flashback×

I was gone, the hospital room atmosphere was far too thick and gloomy- I hadn't a clue why that man made me nervous, but he did.

Sasuke's father.

That was the least thing he should be. That man had the face of someone who'd do anything to get what he wanted, anything. I knew those kinds of people, the kind who take everything seriously and never forgive- even those they love.

Could that have been Sasuke's situation?

As I stood outside the hospital door waiting for my taxi, I felt someone pull at my wrist rather violently.