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Is This What You Wanted?	By : stephfarrow94 Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 2286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Is This What You Wanted?
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“Look, it’s Uchiha.”
Sasuke scowled as he heard the whispers around the school’s corridor. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but he just couldn’t bring himself to get used to it.
“See he still hasn’t killed himself yet. Pity.”
“School would be better without that emo around to dampen everyone’s spirits.”
“Yeah, but he has a brother who is an even bigger emo than he is. I wonder if he’s just trying to copy.”
“No – he just wants attention, you moron!”
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed at all of the accusations and he quickened his pace, wanting to dump his bag off in his locker before heading to the bathrooms and locking himself away until the bell rang. He arrived at his locker just five minutes later – or what was left of his locker.
Someone had broken the combination lock and ripped the door from its hinges. The contents of the locker were strewn all over the ground. Books and paper had been ripped to pieces and all of his writing utensils had been broken. Even the folders had their binders ripped out.
Sasuke sighed and narrowed his eyes. No one was in sight. He leant down and slowly started picking everything up. He was furious to see that three of his major assignments had been shredded beyond recognition, and all three were due today.
Sasuke knew that nothing was salvageable, so he dumped everything in the bin. After that, he slung his bag over his shoulder and carried it to the bathrooms with him.
“I hate this school so much…” Sasuke snarled to himself as he walked. “I hate it… I hope they all die…”
“Going somewhere, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke looked up at the voice, finding his biology teacher, Orochimaru-sensei, standing behind him. The man looked look upon him with narrowed eyes and a large grin on his face.
“Hn.” Sasuke grunted, continuing on his way.
“Now, now, Sasuke-kun,” Orochimaru called, walking beside the Uchiha. “I would like to know what happened to your locker. Did you do that?”
Sasuke just glared at the man before quickening his pace and running to the bathrooms. “Like I would do it to my own locker… Stupid fucking fool…”
Sasuke had never been happier to be locked away in the toilet cubicle than he was just two minutes later. He could hear boys coming in back and forth continuously, but he was glad that it had been empty when he had snuck in.
Sasuke whipped his pocket knife from his pocket and stuck his wrist out. He didn’t make a sound as the cold blade ran through his skin – he embraced the pain. Blood dribbled down his arm and onto the white, marble floor beneath him, but he didn’t care – let the others talk.
“And then my dad told me – hey, is that blood?”
Sasuke didn’t recognise that voice, but it sounded like it belonged to a young boy – perhaps a new student?
“Hey, yeah, you’re right!”
That was a voice that Sasuke knew. It belonged to a brown-haired boy named Inuzuka Kiba. He was one of the ones who hated Sasuke the most.
“That must be Uchiha in there, having a few cuts before class – wouldn’t surprise me.”
“Who?” Asked the unfamiliar voice. “Who is Uchiha?”
“Oh, you’re new here, so you wouldn’t know. Uchiha Sasuke. He’s a real headcase. Stay away from him cause he’s fucking psycho.”
“Oh… O-okay…”
With that said, Sasuke heard the bathroom door opening again and the voices disappearing out of hearing range. He didn’t care about what was said about him, but what he did care about was that people who didn’t even know him seemed to believe what was said about him before they even knew him.
Sasuke growled under his breath and slashed at his wrist out of pure anger. He winced as the blade dug deeper than he was used to, but he didn’t stop his cutting. One, two, three more cuts before the bell rang.
Sasuke sighed and placed the bloodied blade back into his pocket before reaching into his bag and grabbing a roll of bandage. He wrapped his wrists up clumsily before walking to class, bag and all. He ignored the stares of his classmates as they waited for their forever-late teacher to show up for homeroom and let them in.
“See the blood…?”
Sasuke glared at another of his classmates. He self-consciously ducked his hands into his pockets, hating the stares that immediately drifted downward along his arms.
“Emo…”
Sasuke didn’t bite back – he was too busy thinking of ways to torture his classmates for weeks upon end without killing them. A small smirk appeared on his face as his eyes lost focus and he became overwhelmed by his thoughts.
“Sorry I’m late…”
Sasuke slowly returned to reality at his homeroom teacher’s voice. He narrowed his eyes at the grey-haired man.
“…I’m afraid I was too busy helping old ladies cross the road with their bags.”
The class laughed, never tired of Kakashi’s excuses for being late. Sasuke, however, remained as emotionless as ever. He ignored the Hatake as the elder’s eyes scanned his figure and followed the others into the classroom, taking his usual seat in the back corner of the class and away from everyone else.
“Sasuke, why have you got your bag with you?” Kakashi asked as he lazily flipped the pages of his book. “There’s a reason you kids have lockers. Put it away, please.”
Sasuke just glared, clutching at his bag protectively. He wasn’t going to put anything else in that locker for people to wreck.
“Sasuke.” Kakashi warned. “Go.”
“No.” Came Sasuke’s bored voice.
Kakashi sighed but didn’t push the subject further. He knew that Sasuke was unbalanced, and there was something about the kid that he didn’t like. The Uchiha was a good student grades-wise, but as a person, there just something that Kakashi could sense about him that unsettled him. A lot of the other teachers agreed with the grey-haired male.
Sasuke’s lips curled into a sneer and he rested his chin on his entwined fingers, staring out of the window in a bored manner. He was aware of people throwing things at him, but he didn’t care right now – he was too busy enjoying the storm-clouds of his mind.
“Don’t forget that the school canteen…” Kakashi’s lazy voice carried on in the background, but Sasuke never paid attention to the bulletin.
Sasuke was just glad when the bell rang minutes later. He left the room before anyone else and arrived out the front of his Psychology class the same moment a teacher stepped through the door.
Sasuke was confused to see that Kurenai-sensei wasn’t the teacher today, and it was enough to make him stop in his tracks – if there was one thing that Sasuke hated about school, it was substitute teachers. The Uchiha was someone who resented change.
“Ahh, good morning.”
Sasuke looked up at the teacher’s cheery voice once he had stepped into the room. He could see that it was a younger-looking male with brown hair and a scar across his face.
“I’m Iruka-sensei. I’ll be taking the class while Kurenai-san is out in a meeting. Nice to meet you. Please, take a seat.”
Sasuke ignored the teacher and headed straight to the back of the classroom once again, dumping his bag down onto the table. He looked up from his hands as Iruka cleared his throat.
“May I ask why you have your bag with you?” Iruka had asked.
Sasuke just shrugged, grabbing said item and pulling out his required objects for the class.
“I asked you a question.” Iruka said. Sasuke could tell that underneath the calm disposition, Iruka was someone who could get angry when provoked. “I would like for you to put your bag in your locker. It is against the school rules to bring it to class.”
Sasuke lifted his gaze to meet the teacher’s, onyx eyes tinged with red meeting dark-brown. He wasn’t surprised to see the older male flinch at the stare – he seemed to have that impression on everyone that he met.
“What is your name, boy?” Iruka asked. Sasuke was disappointed to not hear fear in this man’s voice that he was so accustomed to hearing in everyone else’s.
“…” Sasuke’s gaze just travelled over to the classroom door, not paying the man any heed.
Iruka sighed and grabbed the piece of paper that he had carried in with him. Sasuke knew that it was the role reserved for substitute teachers as it contained their school photo and ID.
“Uchiha Sasuke.” Iruka lifted his eyes from the paper and looked back at Sasuke. “Are you related to Uchiha Itachi by any chance?”
Sasuke just shrugged.
“I know him.” Iruka continued on, taking the boy’s silence as a yes. “Very bright student, he was. I hear he’s in university. Sweetest boy I have ever met. Polite as a priest. Extremely quiet. Very rarely heard from him.”
Sasuke just shrugged again. He didn't care much for being told about his brother – he lived with the guy and that was enough for him.
“I don’t really care about my brother.” Sasuke said quietly. “I don’t wish to hear about how much everyone loves him.”
Iruka frowned. Was this… was this the troubled student that all the teachers loved to talk about in the staff room…?
“Well, if that’s how you feel, then I will stop talking about Itachi-kun.” Iruka said, glancing back down at his sheet as the classroom door opened once again and more students piled in.
“Iruka-sensei!” One of the girls cried happily as she walked in through the door. “What are you doing talking to Sasuke? You shouldn’t talk to him – he’s a psycho!”
Iruka shook his head at this. Being a Psychology teacher and one of the school counsellors, he wondered if these kids were impacting on what already seemed to be a fragile mental state for Sasuke. With girls saying things like that right in front of him, it’d be no wonder why Sasuke didn’t enjoy socialising in any of his classes – from what he had heard teachers say.
“Ten-Ten-chan,” Iruka begun, “you should not say things about your fellow students like that. I’m sure that Sasuke-kun is a fine student – but if people are going to be talking about me like that, I wouldn’t like school, either.”
“Who cares about Sasuke?” The girl – Ten-Ten – sneered. She didn’t miss the way that Sasuke’s left eye twitched and the boy grit his teeth together. “No one here likes him anyway!”
“Ten-Ten, that is enough!” Iruka growled. “I’ve taught you long enough for you to know that I do not tolerate bullying in any way! Apologise to Sasuke-kun!”
Ten-Ten just sneered and turned her nose up as she glanced at Sasuke before sitting down with her friends and giggling about something Sasuke-related.
Iruka sighed as he glanced at the Uchiha. No wonder this boy had problems. He would have loved to go up and speak to Sasuke one-on-one but, by now, most of the class had already dropped in.
“Alright, guys, I’m going to take the roll.” Iruka called, getting ready to begin the class. “Just raise your hand if you’re present.”
Minutes later, the class had begun. Iruka had instructed everyone to begin working on the Gestalt Principles while he roamed from desk to desk to see how everyone was going. When he got to Sasuke’s desk, he was heartbroken to see that not only had the boy already finished his work, but he was currently doodling on the paper – and the pictures scared Iruka for the boy’s sanity.
“Sasuke-kun…” Iruka knelt down next to Sasuke, pointing at a picture of what looked like a person being burnt alive. “…May I ask you what is compelling you to draw these… pictures…?”
Sasuke just shrugged and put his pen down. “I did my work. No one cares what I do as long as I’ve done my work.”
“Yes, but Sasuke-kun, have the others seen these pictures…?”
Sasuke shrugged again. “I don’t know. Teachers don’t come near me normally.”
“Sasuke-kun, I would like to book a counselling appointment with you if that’s okay.”
Sasuke was silent, glancing down at the picture that he had drawn of Ten-Ten being torn apart by his own angry hands. He smirked at what was supposed to be the blood before looking back at Iruka.
“I won’t show up even if you do make a time.” The Uchiha said before closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair.
“Is there anything that you would like to tell me, Sasuke-kun?” Iruka whispered, aware of the students trying to listen in to their conversation. “I won’t tell anyone else – I promise.”
“Hn.” Sasuke just ignored Iruka, refusing to speak any longer.
Iruka sighed and returned back to helping the class with their work. One student grabbed his sleeve as he passed the young boy and tugged.
“Iruka-sensei?” The boy asked, confusion in his eyes.
“Yes?” Iruka smiled as he turned to face the chubby boy.
“I’m new to this school, but I’ve heard awful stories of Sasuke. You shouldn’t go near him. Everyone says that he kills animals and writes horrible stuff and draws frightening things. They say he should be locked up and never allowed back out.”
Iruka scrutinised the child. “What is your name?”
“Akimichi Chouji.” The boy smiled. “My best friend asked me to come to this school because I was bullied at my other one.”
“Hmm…” Iruka considered this information. It seemed that the boy meant no harm whatsoever and was only trying to help Iruka. He smiled. “You seem like a nice boy, Chouji-kun. I thank you for trying to warn me, but I don’t think that any of that is true.”
“Well…” Chouji shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know… He has that look in his eye… An angry, hateful look…”
Iruka patted Chouji’s head in a reassuring manner. “I’m sure that Sasuke-kun is just misunderstood, but if you really feel that way about him, than perhaps it’s best to stay away from him, right?”
“Umm…” Chouji soon smiled and nodded. “O-okay, sensei. That makes sense.”
But then, almost as if it was all fate, a loud shout filled the air and something heavy was thrown onto one of the desks, breaking it.
Iruka turned, finding Sasuke standing before one of the boys whom was now laying on what was once a desk. Sasuke’s shoulders shook with emotion as he panted heavily. All Iruka could look at was the boy’s eyes – so… angry and hateful, but yet… empty.
“Sasuke, stop!” Iruka shouted, standing in front of the boy.
Sasuke’s eyes seemed blurry and out-of-focus, like he wasn’t there at that moment. While some of the kids who were frightened of Sasuke fled from the classroom, a lot of the others crowded around, watching the scene with hawk-like eyes.
“Sasuke, can you hear me…?” Iruka was quiet and made sure to speak in a gentle tone as he tried to gather the Uchiha’s attention. “Sasuke…? Are you listening to me…?”
Slowly, Sasuke’s eyes regained focus and he looked at Iruka. He panted heavily before collapsing onto his knees, just staring blankly ahead.
“Sasuke, I’m going to call someone to take you home, okay?” Iruka whispered, kneeling down next to the boy. He was careful not to touch him. “Is that alright?”
“…” Sasuke just nodded.
Iruka pulled out his phone before getting a contact number out of the school’s laptop. He waited impatiently for an answer as he kept his eyes on the boy whom was just kneeling there, looking as if he were in a faraway land.
“Hello…?” Came the greeting from the other line.
“Is this the Uchiha residence?” Iruka asked.
“Itachi speaking.”
“Oh, hello, Itachi, this is Iruka-sensei.” Iruka was very careful about what he said to the older Uchiha just in case Sasuke was listening. “I was wondering if it would be too much trouble if Sasuke was brought home for the day?”
“Hn? What happened to him?” Iruka could hear the concern in the other’s voice. “Is he okay?”
“Itachi, I’m honestly not sure… He’s… Something has set him off and I think it would be best for him to go home and cool down before the school drags him to the principal’s office and makes it all worse.”
“Okay. I’m on my way. Send him out the front of the school and I’ll be there shortly.”
“Got it.” With that said, Iruka hung up and approached Sasuke once again. “Sasuke-kun? Itachi is going to pick you up… He would like for you to wait out the front of the school…”
Sasuke just nodded, not even blinking. All he could think about was the way that his classmate had told him that he was nothing but his father’s whore and maybe if his father had stopped fucking him all the time than maybe Sasuke wouldn’t have such a big stick up his ass.
Sasuke had been tormented many ways, but that struck a hidden cord in him that had never been struck before. Though his father had never sexually abused him, what difference did that make? It all still hurt the same. That was why he had thrown the kid onto the other desk.
Sasuke closed his eyes. He was aware of Iruka putting his things back into his bag before passing it to him, but what he didn’t remember was how he had wound up from the Psychology room all the way out in his brother’s car with Itachi fussing over him in concern.
Sasuke clenched his teeth at this. No matter how much hell he would put Itachi through, the idiot just didn’t get that he hated him and constantly fussed over Sasuke, trying to make sure that he would be fine.
Why couldn’t Itachi just die?
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