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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?
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 4
- 5
- 6
  They’re back…
Sasuke glared out of his window as his parents’ SUV pulled into the driveway. He wasn’t expecting them to return for two days. He sighed at the thought of the beating that he was going to get from his father when they found Itachi in the kitchen.
“Even when he’s dead, he’s still causing me problems…” Sasuke snarled to himself.
The house was silent for a few more moments until Sasuke heard the front door swing open. He heard his mother calling for Itachi and he, but he wasn’t going to reply.
Sasuke counted down the moments with a grin until he heard his mother’s horrified scream and Fugaku’s shouts. Fugaku seemed to be running upstairs to his room.
“Sasuke, you bastard!” Fugaku’s shouts could be heard clear as day. “Sasuke, you just about burnt the fucking house down! How dare you?! The fucking stove was on fire, you little shit!”
Sasuke couldn’t help but laugh. All of this fuss over burning the house down? Wow – Fugaku really had his priorities right.
Sasuke just stared at the door, smiling as it was knocked off its hinges and Fugaku stormed in. “Hello, Father. Did you see Itachi by any chance?”
  Fugaku rushed to Sasuke’s side, punching the boy in the face. “Sasuke, I don’t give a shit about your brother – I care about the fucking house almost being set on fire!”
“Clearly I wasn’t aware of the fire or I would have subjected Itachi to it.” Sasuke smiled innocently.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Fugaku screamed, slapping Sasuke across the face. “You sick little boy! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Sasuke shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong with me – what’s wrong with you?”
Fugaku snarled and wrapped his arms around Sasuke’s neck, squeezing tight enough to cut the boy’s air supply off. Sasuke struggled weakly, but it was no good – Sasuke had soon entered the world of the unconscious.
-XX-
“I just don’t know what to do anymore…”
“Mrs. Uchiha, I really think you’d be better off taking him to a specialist –“
“No! I-I can’t! If Fugaku knew that I’ve taken Sasuke to a psychologist, he’d kill us both!”
“Mrs. Uchiha, I really would love to help – but Sasuke needs more than just –“
“Please, Iruka-san! Please! You’ve got to help my boy…! Please…! He’s… He’s all I’ve got…”
Sasuke stared blankly out of the school counsellor’s office window as his mother and Iruka conversed. He didn’t understand why Mikoto was so desperate for him to talk to someone – he had done the right thing, hadn’t he? Or maybe it was because Itachi had survived…
Sasuke grit his teeth at the thought of not having done the job right. He should have slit Itachi’s throat for good measure, just in case… He had wanted Itachi to suffer slowly and bleed to death – and that would have worked had their parents not came home.
“Sasuke, dear…?” Mikoto called her son timidly, wiping at her wet eyes. “Sasuke, are you okay…?”
Sasuke slowly turned to face his mother. He showed no emotion as he glanced around the room in a bored manner.
“What?” Sasuke growled.
“Sasuke, will you please talk to me?” Iruka -- the same man who had tried to talk to Sasuke at school the other day – pleaded. “It’s important that you talk to me, Sasuke…”
Sasuke just shrugged. “I don't see what I did wrong. Itachi was a pathetic piece of shit in the first place – I was just trying to do the world a favour.”
Mikoto cried harder at these words. It must have been the worst thing in the world for her to have to hear her son say these things after attempting to kill his brother.
“Sasuke-kun, why do you think of Itachi like this?” Iruka asked in a gentle voice. “Why is it that you don’t like him? Has he ever hurt you?”
“…” Sasuke closed his eyes as he thought about the question. Moments passed and Sasuke just shrugged. “I don't know. I just hate him.”
“Has he hurt you?”
Sasuke just shrugged again. “I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t remember him hurting me.”
Iruka looked at Mikoto. Mikoto shook her head.
“Itachi has never harmed his brother – ever.” Mikoto whispered.
Iruka frowned. “Sasuke-kun, can you tell me about your life, please?”
Sasuke looked up, making eye contact with Iruka. He glared. “Why do you want to know about my life…?”
“Because I want to help you, Sasuke-kun.” Iruka spoke honestly. “I need to know about you and your life so I can try and help you.”
“I cut. I sleep. I eat. I get angry. And then I cut some more. That is my life.”
Iruka shook his head sadly. Mikoto was crying into her hands hysterically. He had never seen a mother so torn up about their child before.
“Sasuke-kun… Let’s play a game.”
“Tch.” Sasuke scroffed. “A game? Why would I want to play a stupid game?”
Iruka was silent as he reached under his desk and pulled out a tin of cards. “I’m going to choose some cards and you’re going to answer the questions.”
“I won’t talk.” Sasuke shrugged. “Try and make me.”
Iruka ignored Sasuke once again as he chose certain cards and spread them around on the floor between him and the two Uchiha. Sasuke leant forward and grabbed a card.
“What does it say, Sasuke-kun?” Iruka asked.
“It’s asking me what I value in life.” Sasuke hissed, narrowing his eyes at the card.
“What do you value?”
“…” Sasuke shrugged. “…I don’t know… Animals, I guess…”
Iruka smiled. “Why is that, Sasuke-kun?”
Sasuke shrugged again. “Dunno. Maybe because a lot of people hurt them. …Like my father…”
Iruka couldn’t help but frown as Sasuke whispered the last part of his sentence. “Would you like to tell me about that, Sasuke-kun?”
“…Father killed my dog…” Sasuke whispered again, looking down at his lap. He clenched his hands tightly. “…His name was… Nakama…”
“I’m sorry, Sasuke-kun… I really am… We can move on…?”
“Nakama didn’t do any wrong…” Sasuke whispered. Iruka was sure that tears were welling up in the teen’s eyes. “He just didn’t like Father hitting me… He kept barking, and… and Father grabbed him by the ears… Nakama had long, floppy ears, you see…? Anyway, Father dragged him by the ears into the kitchen… He made me follow… and then… he grabbed a hammer out of the drawer… He kept hitting Nakama’s head… Blood was everywhere… Nakama was… he was screaming… And then Father… he put a knife through my dog’s skull…”
Tears dripped down Sasuke’s cheeks and his body shook. His clenched hands rested on his knees as he doubled forward, crying.
“Nakama didn’t deserve to die!” Sasuke cried. “He was… my only friend…! And Father killed him…!”
Iruka felt his heart shatter at these words. Didn’t that boy Chouji say that Sasuke killed animals? This didn’t seem like a boy who would harm an animal.
“Sasuke-kun, I am so very sorry to hear that…” Iruka soothed. “No one should have to experience something like that – not an animal, either…”
“…I cried to Itachi all night…” Sasuke continued on. “…I did… And Itachi cried, too… But he made sure I was alright…”
“Sasuke-kun…”
Mikoto seemed lost for words. She just couldn’t seem to speak anymore as she cried.
“What do you think of animals, Iruka…?” Sasuke whispered, looking up at the counsellor.
“Animals… are beautiful. I suppose I love them. I don’t have any pets but… I would like to have a dog one day.”
“If you get a dog…” Sasuke stopped speaking so he could wipe at his tears. “…If you do get one… Love him… Because he’ll love you to the end…”
Iruka nodded. “I will, Sasuke-kun. I promise.”
Sasuke looked down at the pile of cards still on the ground. “…Do I…?”
“We can stop if you’d like, Sasuke-kun.” Iruka smiled.
Sasuke nodded, sitting back on his chair. He looked at his mother before turning to stare out of the window once again.
“Sasuke-kun, how would you feel about talking to me again another day?” Iruka asked.
Sasuke just shrugged. “…I… You didn’t… You didn’t judge me…”
Iruka blinked. “…Judge you…? Why on earth would I judge you, Sasuke-kun?”
“…Because I cried… Because I got my dog killed… Because I tried to kill my own brother...”
“Sasuke-kun, I’ve never judged you. And I would never judge anyone for crying – the people who do don’t deserve to be around people. You didn’t get your dog killed – your father was a horrible person to do that, and your brother… Sasuke-kun, I won’t even judge you for that.”
Sasuke looked back at Iruka, tilting his head. “…You… You won’t…? …Everyone else would…”
“Yes, but I’m not everyone else, Sasuke-kun. May I speak to your mother?”
Sasuke shrugged for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I don’t care…”
“Mrs. Uchiha, I really feel that Sasuke…”
Sasuke didn’t care to hear their conversation. He just locked himself in his own little world.
-XX-
Two days had passed. Sasuke was left home alone for almost the entire duration. Fugaku had been so enraged about his son’s behaviour that he had barely left his office. Sasuke was confused as to why Fugaku refused to allow other police to investigate what had happened, but he supposed that if Sasuke were convicted of attempted murder and homicide, then Fugaku would lose his toy now that Itachi was in hospital on life support.
Mikoto was spending almost all of her time with Itachi in the hospital. She had explained to Sasuke after her first visit that the young man would have died had they not arrived back home when they had.
Sasuke didn’t understand why Mikoto had not been angry or yelled or even spoke badly to Sasuke – Mikoto treasured both of her children and he could see just how devastated she was over this.
The young Uchiha was sitting in his room as he waited for Mikoto to return home with dinner. Ever since he had spoken with Iruka, he felt numb inside. He had been crying at random intervals, but he couldn’t understand what was wrong with him. He had never felt this way before.
“What is wrong with me…?” Sasuke whispered to himself. “…What…?”
Sasuke wiped at the tears that were streaming down his face. He heard the front door open and close and his mother calling for him to come down and get dinner. He found his mother in the kitchen just moments later, sorting out the McDonald’s she had bought for herself and Sasuke.
“Sasuke, baby…” Mikoto turned to face her son as she handed him the plate. Sasuke looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “…Honey, I think it will be best if we get you professional help… I want to take you to a mental health facility…”
Sasuke felt his stomach drop at these words. He threw the plate of food at the wall behind his mother and gripped at his hair, ripping. Small noises escaped his throat, no matter how bad he tried to contain them.
“Don’t send me to a loony bin…!” Sasuke whimpered. “Please, Mother…! I-I’m not fucking crazy…! I’m not…!”
“Sasuke, sweetie…” Mikoto whispered, putting her hands on Sasuke’s shoulders. “Dear, I love you so much! That’s why I want you to get the best help that you possibly could!”
“Mother, I-I’m not sick!” Sasuke screamed ripping chunks of black hair out. “You hate me! Y-you just want to get rid of me!”
“No, I don't! I swear! I love you so much! You need help, Sasuke! You’re ill!”
“I’m not!”
Sasuke let out an ear-splitting scream before collapsing to the ground. He panted, crying. He flinched as his mother knelt next to him and rested a hand on his back. He felt so weak… So useless… So… unwanted…
Sasuke had always felt hated – hell, he knew that he was – but never before had he ever felt like his mother hated him and didn’t want him. The sheer shock of feeling unwanted by his mother had sparked a panic in him that he had never felt before.
Maybe Sasuke could lie to himself about how much he hated Itachi and everyone else, but when it all came down to it, Sasuke was just a scared, lonely kid who couldn’t live without his mother.
Why did she want to get him of him…? Did she… hate him that much…?
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