Sadness and Sorrow

Answers

~best insult EVER~

You should seek a counselor. Your stupidity is beyond normal levels.

I found it on G+. Some idiots were trolling on people who had OCD. *scoffs* Douchebags these days, right? I plan to use this next time i get messed with.

Also! As you, the one person who is reading this story as of 11/19/2014 have seen, the plot's starting to heat up. So let's see what happens, ne?

Update (12-4-14): We've hit the 100 read mark! Thanks for liking my story! I'll try to dedicate some chapters if I can. Seriously, thanks.

The sirens were loud as the police chief and his family were escorted to the crime scene. The victim was just being loaded into the ambulance, on the verge of death.

With Fugaku's authorization, Sasuke clambered into the wailing vehicle and rode off to the hospital.

Fugaku eyed Itachi, misty-eyed. "I have to stay here. You need to be with him. I doubt he'll be thinking straight." The elder Uchiha brother nodded and took the car keys somberly, leaving Mikoto to wonder why she hadn't gone with him.

A pair of warm, strong arms wrapped around her. "I need you to stay with me. You know where to get some answers."

P-A-G-E B-R-E-A-K

Sasuke was scared. He hadn't been so scared since he was ten when he was home alone in bed and he heard footsteps on the way to his room(happened to me. Scary as fuck). Naruto was half-dead, beaten to a bloody pulp, and had been left in the woods to die.

Upon arrival at the hospital, he had been rushed to the OR. One of his broken ribs had punctured his lung, and it was slowly but surely filling with blood.

Left without news, the Uchiha brothers sat in nervous silence in one of the floor's many waiting rooms, flipping distractedly through week-old magazines and pacing back and forth.

Just as Sasuke was about to go for a walk, the doctor came in, using a hand to pull up his surgical mask. "Mr. Uzumaki will be okay, but he does have some serious brain trauma," he said, a sympathetic expression on his face. "He may or may not remember you when he wakes up. I'm sorry."

Sasuke balled his fists tightly, biting his lip silently as tears poured down his cheeks. Itachi pulled his brother into an embrace, prying his fists apart. Eight little crescent moon marks bled, leaving smeared blood on the teen's palms. Itachi doubted that that was the extent of his little brother's pain.

He looked up at the doctor. "Can we see him?"

The man nodded. "Follow me."

P. B.

Knock, knock, tap.

It was quiet in this part of Konoha. Only thing you could hear were the buzz of the streetlamps and occasional bark from a distant dog.

Two figures walked up the steps of a large house, moving quickly. Although wealthy citizens mostly resided here, there was a lot of crime here as well. The police chief and his wife rang the doorbell, frowning at the sound; the owner was obnoxious enough to record himself humming a doorbell ring and use it for his ringer.

The door opened, casting the Uchiha parents in light. An old man's voice rang out in confusion. "Fugaku? Mikoto? What's wrong?"

Mikoto's voice wavered as she spoke the name. "N-Naruto."