School of Monsters

Chapter 20

I feel like Kisame is the Akatsuki's gay best friend that casually likes to cut people's legs off. Itachi's the alcohol smuggler. Can't tell me otherwise.

I found myself searching through cabinets again, that stupid craving back again. The need.

Somewhere in my chest, something was breaking. Something was malfunctioning. I need to fix it, but I don't know how so I'm gonna drown the fucking problem in alcohol until it dies.

"I've checked every cabinet and you can't tell me this band of criminals doesn't have any alcohol?"

I knew another escape. But, I never liked to use that way. It hurt more than just downing a few bottles and forgetting in the morning.

I found my body moving on it's own, already climbing the stairs to my bedroom. I wanted to stop. I didn't want to do this. Somewhere I knew it was bad. Yet, there was the other part of me who said it needed an escape. This feeling needs to go away, no matter what I do.

Opening the door into the side bathroom, I picked up the scalpal already waiting there for me and cut a straight line across the tattoo I got on my shoulder, effectively cutting off the top of the rose and head of the snake.

Looking up, I saw myself in the mirror. I ran a hand through my blonde locks, suddenly hating the bright color. I looked at my bright baby blue eyes, the color reminding me of how many times someone said they were beautiful, then left the day after.

I watched the blood from my cut trickle down my arm quickly, soon reaching the tips of my fingers and dripping to the floor.

I made a decision; fuck this.

Grabbing a conveniently placed bookbag by my bedroom door, I threw on my Heart of Glass hoodie and some jeans then threw the backpack around my shoulders.

"Tobi! I'm going out!"

"Okay!"

Sprinting towards the front door, I reached out for the doorknob, but paused a moment. Is this really what I want?

Grabbing and twisting the doorknob, I ran out into the night, Running down the dirt path only there through so many years of being driven on.

Going to the nearest grocery store, I got cheap contacts and red hair dye. I could almost imagine Sasuke in my head yelling at me, telling me I don't need to do this. But what if I want to? This story of mine, the story of how I fell in love then pushed it away again. How my life became so chaotic.

After paying for the contacts and dye, I ran back to the Akatsuki base.

Standing before the mirror again, I opened the contacts back. Putting the contacts in and blinking a few times, I felt different. The contacts made my eyes look red like a foxes.

You should define your whiskers more, they make you look more like an animal.

Hey there voice in my head. Could you tell me who the fuck you are, and if you are related to Gaara's voices?

That would be my little brother. He's so irrational sometimes, wouldn't you think?

Temari?

I'm a man, idiot.

Kankuro?

Idiot! If Kankuro had telepathy I'm sure he would have told you. Why am I stuck with an idiot?

Bich wot

I'm gonna print out your limited edition Obama and Sonic kissing pictures.

ok who the fuck are you to know about that.