Words I Don't Understand

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Acrimonious

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Being a guest in the Uchiha household had been all but a pleasant affair. As the knife had been removed from Sasuke’s hands I had been brought to what appeared to be the living room. “Are you here to visit Sasuke?” had been the immediate question, though one I’d felt somewhat reluctant to answer because of my apparent predicament. His parents hadn’t seemed quite as disturbed by his odd behaviour around me which had distressed me further. I had asked if I’d perhaps come at a bad time and if I perhaps ought to leave. This had been silenced with a unanimously assuring “no of course not” and some tea had been brought in. Sasuke had as a result of this yet again suffered from a panic attack and left the room in a hurry.



I had at that point felt relatively relieved and had been about to bid the family goodbye.



My attempts at escaping had, however, been fruitless since the mother instantly had looked at me in a condoling way, asking if I would be as kind as to see what the matter was with her darling son. I’d looked at her for a long time and realised that denying her would have been impossible. She’d shooed me out from the room and I’d thought to myself that the Uchihas sure were a strange family. The father had merely looked at me with disinterest while slowly sipping on his tea. I’d been left outside the living room, but since no direction had been provided to me as to where Sasuke’s room or whereabouts might be, I decided to go explore; and thus my quest for Sasuke begun. I hadn’t dared searching the area I supposed was the kitchen in fear of finding him behind the door holding one of the sharper and/or heavier metal utensils in his hands.



This narrowed down my search to the upper floor. Partly because I’d thought that would be the ideal location for a bedroom (where I supposed he was, possibly stabbing a down cushion in lack of real flesh), but mainly because I couldn’t bother searching the whole house, enormous as it was.



As I’d walked up the stairs, I’d noted several family portraits. Several of which Sasuke appeared on. One however, caught my attention more so than any other. It was a picture of the whole family; the mother, the father, Sasuke and… there was another person standing behind Sasuke, but his face had been cut out with a scissor. I’d thought to myself that maybe Sasuke had been one of those mentally ill children who cut out faces from photographs and taped them to a voodoo doll. But then again, perhaps it hadn’t been Sasuke who’d cut the face out, but after recent observations, I couldn’t help but suspect him.



I’d walked up the rest of the steps and was met with a long hallway filled with doors on each side. I’d opened the first door on my right only to be presented to what must have been a closet. I couldn’t really tell as a result of pitiable lighting.



The second door proved to be a bathroom which I had no interest in at the moment.



I’d stood in front of the third door and thought to myself: `Well, third time’s the charm´ and opened it.



I could already tell I’d come to the right place by merely looking at the wallpaper; dark blue with small stars sprinkled all over them. It had looked very much like a children’s room, but in my opinion, it couldn’t have portrayed a sulking Sasuke better. And as if reading my thoughts, Sasuke had been standing there—in the middle of the room—slightly hunched and eyes staring grimly at the carpet, in what seemed to be a sulking mood. He had twitched as I’d opened the door and snapped his head in my direction.



“What are you doing here?” he’d hissed at me, grabbing the back of the chair he’d been standing beside. I couldn’t say I’d been surprised by his behaviour, but rather taking comfort in the fact that he at least didn’t seem to be entirely sane, giving me a reason to believe he at least was remorseful in committing his future deed. I had—however calm I might have appeared to be—been afraid of him. “Your mother told me to see if everything was al right” I’d said in an unperturbed tone, while still being aware of his every move. A spasm in his leg had me twitching slightly, but otherwise, I’d been cool as a cucumber.



“I meant,” Sasuke hissed out again, a bit of spit flying out of his mouth as he did, “what are you doing here?! Here in my house?” He’d seemed rather desperate as he’d reprimanded me, spit and anger flying out from his mouth and landing on the floor in front of me. “I… I” I’d begun, slowly but surely loosing that calm, and soon realised that my answer probably would be lame. I had to think of something rational, like coming over with homework; except, I didn’t have any homework with me, or any other material either for that matter.



I decided to improvise. “I came to see you” I said and lowered my gaze, hoping to sound and look as pitiful as possible. His posture froze and so had those raging eyes. “Wh—what?” he’d croaked out, all the while holding steadily onto the chair. I’d taken his confusion as the perfect opportunity to take a few trembling steps towards him; showing him that he didn’t scare me. He couldn’t very well assassinate me there and then, so I figured I’d take the chance. Not that I had a well thought out plan, but I had been of the firm opinion that I was going to make it through this alive. “There…” I’d begun, trying my best to sound like a shy schoolgirl; he wouldn’t hurt one of those, would he? I’d sighed. “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you…” If I could buy some more time, perhaps someone would come and save me.



Sasuke had been staring wildly at me for a moment before his grip on the chair loosened and the same hand pointed a finger at me. “Stop!” he’d exclaimed, hand trembling. I’d been of the impression that he was about to have yet another seizure or nervous breakdown so I’d done as told, and stopped, not wanting to cause aggravation in him.



“Get out!” he’d hissed, and I couldn’t have felt more relieved. Before he could say anything else, I’d slowly backed away into the hall. Then I’d hastily turned around. I’d run through the house yelling “See ya!” at anyone passing by and before I knew it, I was outside again, panting slightly. From the short sprint or from fear, I hadn’t been sure.



The rows of trees, lining the driveway had gently been swaying from side to side. The wind whistling between their leaves seemed to whisper to me: He’s crazy, which I at that moment was in no position to deny. He had indeed proved to be a tricky character and I’d decided to trust Mother Nature in her whispers by nodding determinately.



“He’s crazy” I’d mumbled to myself and walked home.



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