𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | sasuke uchiha

18/29

"I'm done."

Sasuke grumbled as he rose to his feet, throwing papers at Sakura with an irritated growl. Her pink head perked up from the opposite of his desk.

"Eh? Um, Sasuke-kun, you missed that entire stack over there..."

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!"

***

Shikamaru and Menma were quietly pacing through the halls of Sasuke's half of the mansion, poking their head through every door to get a look at what was inside. So far, they'd passed a couple of empty bedrooms, a bathroom, and an area that looked like it was designated to be a living room. Now, they'd reached the last door. His bedroom.

Without further hesitation, Menma took the first step, edging his way into the room. The first thing that caught his eye was the mess, which made him scrunch up his nose in disgust.

"You'd think that he'd have better housekeeping habits than me..." muttered the Namikaze, shining his light over the pigsty that was Sasuke's bed. "Like, s-"

"Menma, flash your light back over there," suddenly said the Nara, narrowing his eyes at an object he'd seen hanging on the bed. Upon further examination, he saw a pair of handcuffs, which made Menma guffaw with laughter.

"Sasuke never struck me as a BDSM guy!" he cackled, clutching his side. Shikamaru frowned, and inched closer to the bed with his own flashlight. Menma split away to do his own discovering.

Shikamaru was met with a jolt as his eyes came into contact with the objects scattered on the Uchiha's bed. A torn lingerie outfit, another set of handcuffs. Sasuke definitely did not use those handcuffs on himself.

"Nasty," muttered the Nara, shivering as he attempted to shake out the thoughts of Sasuke using the handcuffs for himself. Disgusting. As he leaned forward to pick up the completely trashed lingerie thingy, he jumped back at the sound of Menma letting out a cry and dropping his phone to the ground with a loud thud. His breath hitched in his throat, and his heart began racing.

Believing that Sasuke had entered, Shikamaru spun around, wielding his phone as a weapon. He was greeted by the sight of Menma on his hands and knees, reaching for his still brightly glowing phone. Shikamaru scowled, flashing his own light into the Namikaze's eyes.

"Ouch!"

"What was that about, idiot?!" hissed Shikamaru under his breath, clutching his chest. He'd thought Sasuke had returned and gotten to Menma from the shadows. Everything about this place gave him the creeps, almost as if Sasuke had skeletons in the closet ready to jump out and scare the living daylights out of him.

"Look, Shika." Menma picked up his phone, and getting to the feet, shone the light right beside the area where he'd dropped it. Shikamaru squinted to get a better look, adding his own light to help him see better. He let out a little gasp at the sight.

"He's deranged," nodded Menma, stepping closer to the desk. "Look."

Shikamaru looked down, and saw the glint of a metal object. He saw a knife, alongside dozens of photos of teachers and classmates from their time at Konoha High. Every face was etched out, except for one: [Name]'s. The sight made Shikamaru's blood run cold, and Menma proceeded to pick up the knife, turning it over in his hands.

"Huh. So I guess Naruto wasn't the only one he hated, then," he said quietly, eyes on the blade at hand.

And as he did so, the night of his and Naruto's eighteenth birthday found its way back to the front of his mind.

"Menma?"

The Namikaze closed his eyes and tightly gripped the knife in his hands, words unable to describe the fury he felt towards Sasuke Uchiha.