Unhealing Wound

Chapter 3

        Sasuke slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could still make out the white walls and soft white sheets surrounding him.

"Apparently, he wasn't just shot. He was physically abused, as well. Most likely before the incident."

"But, he'll be alright? He doesn't have to be omitted, does he?"

         Sasuke looked to the side of him. He saw two bodies standing next to his bed side, engaging in a conversation. He recognized the second voice as his father's. He couldn't quite remember how he ended up here as his memory was fogged over.

"No, sir. No internal damage. We've already taken care of his wounds. We just have to write him a few prescriptions for the pain and he should be fit to go home in just a little while."

"Alright. Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Uchiha."

           Sasuke saw the person in the white coat leave and turned his attention back to his father. "..Dad?" Fugaku turned his head and faced Sasuke. "Oh. You're awake, now?"

"Yes, sir."

            Fugaku pulled up a chair and sat next to Sasuke. He was curious to know how he was put in this position. He was angry at him for being so careless, but this was still his son. As much as he hated to admit it, this was still a part of him. This was still a part of Mikoto. The only part of her he had left.

"What happened?"

             Sasuke tried desperately to search his memory. "..We were just walking home.. and..." His head began to hurt. How did he end up here? "Why were you walking home?" No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. "Because.." His father let out an irritated sigh. "Now you went and got yourself shot."

Shot?

Sasuke?

         That's when it hit him. All realization suddenly came flowing back into him. "You bring nothing but pain to those around you." Sasuke's heart began to ache. He remembered the gunmen in the car, shooting at an unfamiliar person, the yells... Deidara.. "Where's Deidara?"

          Fugaku lowered his eyes at Sasuke. "Where do you think he is?" A flare of hope ignited inside of him. "In the hospital as well. Is it okay if I go talk to him?" At this, Sasuke's father rose an eyebrow and let out a brief chuckle. "Sure. If you know how to speak to him spiritually."

"..what do you mean?"

"... don't you remember, Sasuke? He's dead."

         All the color drained from Sasuke's face. An indescribable feeling overtook his entire body. He felt pain not even iron fists could cause. Deidara was gone. His best friend was gone, erased from this world. He'd never see him again. No further words left Sasuke's mouth as tears began building up in his dark eyes.

         Noticing this, Fugaku took hold of Sasuke's free hand that wasn't gripping the sheets. He saw the panic playing inside of his eyes. Despite the rude joke he'd made from earlier, he knew how it felt to lose someone. More than that, actually. Though Fugaku tried to comfort his son, he couldn't help his lingering thoughts of how Sasuke deserved no pity since he'd given none to his mother at birth.

         He stood up and looked down at Sasuke. "I'll leave you to grieve for a while." He then left the room, closing the door behind him. Sasuke had never felt pain like this before. He never knew it. That bullet wasn't intended for Deidara, so why? How was he supposed to accept this? There was nothing he could do about it and it killed him inside.

         Why did all these things happen to him? What did he do to deserve this? "Dxmn it." Why did it have to be Deidara and not himself? He had nothing left.

Nothing...

         Sasuke stared ahead at the casket in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from it. There laid Deidara. His best friend of 13 years. Only one more year and they would've entered college together, yet today he would be lowered into the ground.

         His eyes met with the site of a blonde-headed man holding onto a blonde-headed woman. Deidara's parents. He figured they were grieving a lot more than he was. They loved Deidara. They had so much faith in him. So many dreams for his future. To have your son ripped apart from you like that...

"Not my baby! No... No!"

         It had to be painful. Sasuke couldn't help but feel they were inwardly blaming him. It was his fault after all. If Deidara hadn't been hanging out with him, this could have all been avoided, but it couldn't be changed now. No matter how much he wished, no matter how hard... Deidara was not rising up out of that casket. His body would remain in there. This was not a dream, but reality. Everyone really was standing around in black, sobbing for their deceased loved one. It could not be changed. He didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered to him anymore.

         Just then, he began to overhear a select few talking low behind him, trying to keep their voices at a minimum.

"There was something wrong with that kid. Like some kind of mutation, right?"

         Were they serious? They really felt as though now was the appropriate time to make fun at Deidara? At his funeral? Why were they here? Sasuke felt his blood begin to boil.

"Yeah. He had extra mouths on his hands."

"Haha. I heard he had tongues where his nipples should be."

"Ahaha."

         The boys began to snicker and that's what sent him over the edge. He found himself punching the nearest guy to him. This set off the boys friends who in turn began throwing hits at Sasuke, but he was not giving up. He hit one boy in the stomach and kneed another in the chin. Anger was pulsing throughout his entire body. He couldn't control himself.

         All the commotion grabbed the attention of all those attending the funeral, including Deidara's parents and Sasuke's father. Sasuke felt himself being roughly pulled away from the group.

"Sasuke.", his dad hissed under his breath.

"But, dad, they-"

"W-what the hxll is going on?!"

         Sasuke and his father looked into angry blue eyes. Pain, anger, insecurity, a heavy mixture of emotions were displayed in them. Everyone in the area grew speechless as Mrs. Hamasaki looked between Sasuke and the other 4 young men. Just one look at her and you could tell she was about to lose it.

"If you all wanted to fight, take it somewhere else! Don't bring it here to my sons funeral!"

         Tears came streaming down her cheeks. "You all think this is funny?" All 5 boys shook their head at the broken woman's question. Her light blue eyes met with dark ones, her voice cracking as she spoke. "Sasuke. I am disappointed in you. H-how could you?"

"Mrs. H-"

"Leave.."

          Sasuke tried to explain himself, but was once again cut off by Mrs. Hamasaki. "Leave! All of you! I don't ever want to see any of your faces again!" She dropped down to her knees, loudly sobbing. "Just go!" Mr. Hamasaki stood there, eyes glued to the ground, not uttering a word as the 4 boys did what they were told. He was obviously grieving the loss of a son, just as his wife was.

           Sasuke hesitated as the other people there came to the aid of comforting Mrs. Hamasaki, all shooting disapproving glances at him. He felt terrible. He always did something wrong. Deidara was gone and the least he could do was be there for his parents and now he'd gone and screwed that up, too.

"Come on, Sasuke."

"..Yes, sir."

         Sasuke followed his father to the car with his head down and his heart aching. What was there to live for? Deidara was forever gone and his parents wanted nothing to do with him. Nothing would ever be the same. Not without his best friend. Not without Deidara.