Messy without a Doubt

Broken

Sasuke stayed in his bed the next day he didn't move the whole day. And then the next day rolled around and Obito tried to talk to him about funeral things. Sasuke just waved him off and told him to do it alone.

The third day rolled around and he was starting to miss something, someone. He just wanted Naruto to be there and sit with him. Still when the third day ended Sasuke was in his bed alone. No food, no showers, no mouth wash. He didn't move once.

"Sasuke" Obito said as he slowly crept the door open Sasuke sat up and looked at him with bored eyes. His hair was all over the place Sasukes face looked greasy he looked very tired and out of it.

"We need to talk about the house."

Sasuke grumbled and shook his head "sell it I don't care just get Itachis things out." Sasuke growled he shook his head and closed his eyes he was very hungry and had a pounding headache.

"No, Sasuke I just talked to the police. There was a break in. The house is completely destroyed the police said there was a party going on when they got there but a lot of things in the house are gone."

Sasuke said nothing he shook his head and laid back down the blankets covering his face. He heard Obito sigh before leaving his room.

"Of fucking course" Sasuke whispered he stayed in bed for a bit longer before his conscience got the best of him and he got out of bed.

Sasuke walked straight into the bathroom. He was a smelly mess and he knew it he could feel the grease on his face the sweat on his body. He quickly got into the shower. He scrubbed his hair and body until his nails started hurting. He brushed his teeth twice and still didn't feel clean.

Once he got changed he walked downstairs and walked out the front door. He didn't bring his car he would walk. A far walk. A very far walk. Still he wanted to walk.

Sasuke walked with his head to the ground or up to the sky. The breeze was perfect and made him feel as if it was following him. The breeze was listening to his thoughts and carrying the bad ones away.

It was very late when he reached his house.  The mailbox was on the ground the door was opened and police tape was blocking it. He pushed it aside.

No one should've been in the house but someone already was anyway.

There was only one room he was worried about and it wasn't his parents.

Sasuke looked at the broken window, the broken door and the holes the covered the walls. Such a nice house ruined. He couldn't tell if it was his father or the apparent party people who destroyed the house. He didn't want to know either.

He was so confused so lost not in the right frame of mind and absolutely in utter rage. He hated it. The feeling of nothing but a burning flame called hatred sitting in the pit of his stomach flowing through his arms and legs his fingers and toes. He was consumed. There was nothing but hate in him. He just wanted to set it free to exstinguish the flame but he couldn't he didn't know how because he didn't know what he was hating so much.

Was it his parents? One in jail one soon to be in the ground. Was it the people who destroyed his house? Was it Naruto? Was it himself?

It was. He was turning hateful. He needs something good. Something happy. Something loud. Something to make him forget why he was so angry why he was so hateful.

There is no one to blame but himself.

Sasuke turned to the stairs he held the railing examine the dents and scratches the spray paint. All of it and more covered his house completely over taking the memeories. Even if it was bad at the end, it was always good at the beginning. His brother and him playing games, talking in secret code a language they made up. Having fun with their parents. Being happy go lucky kids.

Sasuke walked into his brothers room first not feeling anything he was numb. He didn't want to be in this house but he had to see the damage.

His hand was shaking slightly as he opened the door he didn't want to see his perfect brothers room torn apart. His clothes trashed, his walls smashed. Everything just ruined like the rest of his family.

He stepped into the room he closed his eyes instantly and let out a shaky breath. He walked through the room the bed was torn apart the mattress was cut open and the foam was scattered around the floor. Broken glass from both the window and the broken photos that were once hung up on the wall.

He picked up the picture of a younger him and a younger Itachi. Oh how different he looks. Oh how different everything would be.

He looked at the clothes torn out of the closet the thought of someone wearing his deceased brothers clothes made his stomach turn.

Step step step each step was hard the glass was breaking beneath his feet. He felt like he was invading his brothers life. Someone did invade it someone walked into this room and destroyed his memory.

They didn't know. They didn't care. Unforgivable. He will never know who did it but he will never forgive them.

Sasuke kneeled down and pulled out the trunk under the bed. He looked through the box it was like he was back in time doing it the first time the only thing they didn't touch was this box. His box full of his most important things. Journals of his ideas, his philosophy it was him in writing.
Photos all taken at random times all taken when no one was looking. Photos of birthday cakes. Photos of his mother his father and himself. No photos had Itachi in them. Some of his medals were in there he never did care about them but if he got one he really wanted he kept it.

He looked through the box going over things twice he just wanted to sit in this room all day he always did.

"Sasuke" Sasuke held the journal in his hands and slowly looked up he stared at the broken window.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I heard the house was broken into. I knew you would be here."

Sasuke sighed his heart was starting to sting again he knew why. He wanted to hug Naruto and cry into his shoulders he wanted to mourn with him because he knew Naruto would understand and he would be there. He wouldn't leave. He won't.

"Maybe I want to be alone" Sasuke said closing his eyes tightly he wanted him there but his words would always betray how he felt.

"I don't want you to be alone." But Naruto would always understand what he really wants.

Sasuke sighed soflty as a few tears fell from his eyes he heard the crunching of glass under Naruto's feet he turned around and fell into Naruto when he felt him kneel down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't kn-"

"Sasuke stop. This isn't about us this is about you. Only you. I forgive you. For everything for nothing I'll always forgive you. Just focus on you."

"But I haven't-"

"It's fine! Just think about you. If you wanna talk later that's fine but right now let's just sit here. Together in silence."

It seemed almost too good to be true Naruto that is. He's just too perfect. He knows how to act around Sasuke and knows what words to say when he should speak and when he shouldn't. He knows it all.

They are like soulmates.