Words I Don't Understand

I don’t have any plans with this. I just wrote and voilà! If anyone likes it, tell me and I’ll be happy to continue. Otherwise I’ll just scrap it. K? :)


Amicicide
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I had been watching him for some time when I’d noticed it. His peculiar behaviour and the look in his eyes could be interpreted as nothing but fear. I’d seen it several times before; the haunted expression in wide open eyes. He had been frightened when he’s seen me. Naturally, I had assumed at first that he was simply afraid of me, that I had done something horrible in his presence.

I had searched my memory for events that might have caused his fear, but the more I’d thought about it, the more I’d realised I would come up empty handed; not a single time could I remember threatening him or acting particularly frightening. Therefore, I was left rather confused as to what had evoked such an odd behaviour in him.

Not that I had been watching him before that. I had simply one day happened to direct my gaze at him and noticed his chest rising at an unusually high rate. Our eyes had met, but he’d quickly averted his gaze as soon as he’d seen mine. He’d peeked at me again, but when I hadn’t looked away, he’d jerkily grabbed his bag and run away, as if he’d been fleeing. I’d realised then that I had to investigate it further.

I’d been watching Uchiha Sasuke for one week exactly when I’d seen the terror in his eyes. Usually, his dark fringes would conceal his eyes from the outside world, leaving me somewhat lacking the evidence necessary to draw any conclusion at all. Nevertheless had I been persistent, keeping track of his every step. Or at least every step I could. Since we both were students, we obviously had classes to attend to, but since we did not share many classes, I had to improvise to some extent. I had at first asked Kiba if he could act as my substitute. This proved, however, to be a difficult, if not impossible task to assign my very good friend. Mainly because he flat down refused to do it and even going as far as to calling me `mental´ in a not too kind way. My second resort to the problem had been to execute a cloning experiment enabling me to follow him around anywhere he went. I had thought it to be an excellent way to solve my problems, but Kiba had put in his veto, crushing my plan. He had said it would be too risky. “What if someone finds out?” had been the main argument. Also, unfortunately one I could not come up with a reasonable retort to. My last option had been to ask one of the few people sharing all of her classes with Sasuke. I had asked Sakura if she would keep an eye on him for me. She had been more than willing to supply her ample services for my behalf which I naturally had been delighted to hear. “Of course Naruto!” she’d exclaimed and hugged me tightly. I had, however, felt the need to further explain the premise of her mission in order for her to fully comprehend my ultimate goal. I had therefore told her that I needed her to be aware of every single thing Uchiha was doing. Preferably making notes and, at every opportunity possible report back to me with the results. I had given her a note pad and a ballpoint pen for the simple reason that she then wouldn’t be able to erase anything. Because no matter how ridiculous it might have sounded as she scribbled it down, it might still prove to be vital information in the case.

I had with Sakura at my immediate disposal been able to track his every move and action, making a schedule for his daily routine:

As soon as he entered the school, at approximately 7:50 every morning, his gaze swept over the crowd to finally settle on a distinct goal, the same every day: his locker. His locker had of course been thoroughly searched, but nothing of importance had been found. He then went to his classes, nothing unusual being gathered during these either. At approximately 11:45 every day, right before he went to eat lunch, he paid a visit to the bathroom. What went on in there is yet to be found out due to insufficient material. One can assume, however, that using the toilet might be the objective. He always eats the same thing; a simple sandwich with tomatoes and lettuce. After eating he returns to his classes and the rest of the day normally proceeds without any interruptions or suspicious behaviour. As school ends, a car always comes and picks him up. Presumably to take him home.

Footnotes to this report might be that he never seems to have any form of social interaction with any students or teachers, save for when he’s asked a question in class. I’d had the distinct suspicion that he enjoyed solitude. Sakura had confirmed this statement.

But since this didn’t really prove anything, I’d decided that yet another form of surveillance had to be brought into action. I had yet to observe his behaviour in his natural element; the home. I had therefore at the end of my first week of inspection decided to follow him home. At a safe distance, of course.

I hadn’t been able to follow the car in which he was going since I didn’t have one myself, but with Sakura as my guide, I managed to successfully navigate to his place. A rather big accommodation for someone going to public school, but I decided to not ponder on this for too long. The size did, however, cause a new problem when it came to the espionage part of my mission. I had not anticipated such a vast search area and my `peeking through the windows´ method had been thrown out said windows, literally, when a tall woman had decided—the same moment I’d stepped my foot on the driveway leading to the entrance of the rather huge house—to peek out from one of the windows of the second floor. “Well hello there!” she’d shouted and motioned for me to come closer. As I had, she’d proceeded by asking me who I was, but before I’d had the chance to answer her, she’d turned her face inside again and shouted for someone to open the door. “Wait there and my son will come and open for you dear” she’d said and smiled gently before closing the window again.

Moments later the door had been opened and I’d been met with the sight of Sasuke standing in the doorway holding a butcher’s knife.

I’d been sure ever since, that the strange behaviour Sasuke had been acting upon was a result of him wanting to kill me.