Bite The Bullet

6

The man struggled on the chair frantically, hot tears striking down his cheeks as a sudden lurch of energy washed over him, but he had not noticed this as one thought kept blaring in his mind; if he did not unbind himself right now, his soul would be no more. The clink of a gun echoes in the dreary room, droning out the man's screams and pleads, then it is sluggishly lifted to be aligned with his head. His heart jolts as he pulls the trigger and the bullet's momentum forces the man's head back, embedding itself onto his forehead, and after recovering, he watches the man with sick fascination while his blood gushes out in five different thin streams, like a sprinkler. He realises he had not even flinched when he shot the man dead, and smiles a cruel smile as he mumbles the words -

"I warned you not to look at her."

"I see you have taken up my passion of writing too."

I lift my head just as my pen freezes on my diary, and give a pointed look.

"Don't compare my obligation to your sick obsession with -" I shuddered as the image popped in my head, and suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. There goes breakfast.

I pick up my school bag after shoving my diary and pen in, and while I sling it over my shoulder, Naruto emerges from upstairs scratching his eye groggily and still in his pyjamas.

"School starts in forty-five minutes," I remind him as I pass by him and walk towards the door. "Jiraiya is home by the way."

His nose crinkles and he's suddenly feeling more alert, and I momentarily wonder if I should have given him that piece of information or not. Oh well.

(Five minutes later)

I walk inside first period English forty minutes early and ready to pull out my diary and write some more. I've developed this habit of writing whatever is going through my head and assume would be a cool story, but never really complete it as the gears in my head are ever-changing. I guess I'm still following Kakashi-sensei's rules, and if I had nothing special to write, I would usually add in the slightly more significant times of my day. I should learn to come early more often, as the school was devoid of any noise and I felt a sense of calm being alone here.

Seeing Sasuke there however, was not part of my insanely cool plans.

He turns and stares at me for a moment, and I mentally debate on whether I should leave or not. It's not like I particularly feel something towards him other than the notion that he's weird, but the bored look on his face made me relax, just a smidgen, and I sighed before shutting the door.

I pulled out my diary and pen after sitting across him in my designated seat and began writing. I was surprised that I was able to relax enough with him watching me hawkishly and write speedily, as well as smile in such a content way. I should really come early more often.

"What are you writing?" he questions after a while, and I'm even more perplexed when I barely lose concentration.

"Diary," I respond concisely, still looking down at my rapid pen motions. He is quiet for a moment.

"How could you bring that here?"

I stop writing and glance at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's the problem?"

He gives me a pointed look before shifting his eyes away. Realisation hits me.

"It's not like I have anything to hide," I quip wryly, "I basically write about people I hate, people who force me to do something I consider as outrageous, and random half-stories."