Words I Don't Understand

Since one of you wanted to know:

Amicicide - `Murder of a friend´ (Hmm... really? Friend?)

Acrimonious - Of words, arguments, quarrels; bitter; mean spirited; sharp in language or tone (Sasuke being in a pissy mood)

Ope et Consilio - `With aid and advice´ (But since Shikamaru is a mean oracle this might not be the best description of what's happening)



If any of these don't mean what I think they mean, don't blame me but the internet.



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Beast

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But of course that idiot had to be there. I hated having class with him. He sat at the front. A place I probably would have been sitting in if I hadn’t been feeling so… ill. If it hadn’t been one of these days. The back of the classroom was safe. For now. It was the only class I had with him. History. Not my favourite subject, but one I could bear. He seemed to be very… edgy that day. The new guy was sitting in front of me. I had a bad feeling about him; like he knew way too much… which he probably did. He seemed like someone who knew stuff he wasn’t supposed to know. This could turn out in two possible ways. One: he’d find out about… it. Unless of course he already knew about it, or two: I’d have to kill him. Or disable him. Whichever fit the purpose best. Not that that would end all my troubles. He still knew something, or at least suspected something. Had I been getting too sloppy? Mother would never… father…would… not. My family, my blood: us. We were a team; a unit. Not like everyone else. My family was special to me. Not like people; people are annoying. I usually had that specific feeling skimming the surface of my consciousness. People—and particularly girls—are a nuisance. I don’t know why girls seemed to find it more prosperous to pester me instead of my other kinsmen. I could not fathom why on earth they chose to continuously beleaguer my personal space and spew their nonsensical drivel in piles around me. Sometimes I have to admit, I felt cornered. Like a caged animal—beast just wanting to get away, but all I can do is stay put and let them slowly deteriorate my already useless defence. I couldn’t leave before I had done as asked. As told. Relishing in my freedom would have to wait until… I shuddered in disgust. I was afraid. And I wasn’t going to deny it. At some point I would have to confront him about it. Or perhaps confront was the wrong term. Execute.



I’d done so much wrong. I felt sick and disgusted. But I didn’t want to die.



That pink-haired girl was particularly annoying. Sakura? That was her name, wasn’t it? She followed me everywhere. Looked at me all the time, and lately it had just gotten worse. Her behaviour was anything but normal. I wondered if it had something to do with him. Had he told her something to make her follow me? Had they confederated? Why? What did they know? They were both a nuisance. Pestering me and hopping around like some damn fools. A pain in the neck, that’s what those two were; especially him. I sigh deeply and leaned my head against the desk. I’m usually not this wishy-washy but I can’t help it. It’s as if all the energy’s been drained from my body, which in one way it actually has. Not that our teacher noticed. He was way too wrapped up explaining in detail the route of Alexander the Grate’s crusades in Europe. I didn’t listen. I was thinking about how to tell my father I simply couldn’t do it. How impossible the task he had assigned me was. Well, technically it wasn’t impossible, but socially and emotionally it was about as easy as rolling a boulder up and down a hill for all eternity. Not that I claimed to be Sisyphus, but I could somehow identify myself with him. One way in, no way out. Damn it! I couldn’t tell father. He would boil me alive.



I had lately found an interest in doodling. Telling someone was of course out of the question, but that didn’t change the fact that my textbooks were filled with tiny figures. I found them repulsive, but didn’t erase them. They had become a sort of link to my subconscious; the part of me that not even I wanted to enter. The doodles were mostly corpses lying in pools of oil. Sometimes I drew animals, mostly small rabbits. They were my favourite animal. They tasted good. Especially raw. The rabbits were running, running, running away from me. Like an endless game. I wondered what it would be like chasing him. But mother would lock me when I get like that. Lock me away in that room. God, I sounded like a fucking kid! I knew what I could do. What mother sometimes would let me do. I’d done so much wrong.



The classroom was hot. Too warm, really. Didn’t they have any air condition? Sakura was babbling with her friend about god knows what, but I could tell she was watching me. The new idiot was watching him. I was watching him too. Wondering what he knew. What the new guy knew. Everyone knew too much. Perhaps this wasn’t such a great idea after all. Living here. Living here was just causing more trouble than it was worth. But I had to do it. Nothing else worked. He was my only hope. Maybe it would work. And it’s not like I cared for him. He was a nobody; no one worth remembering. He would be forgotten. Eventually. Just a little while longer. Before it was too late. I just wanted to watch him for a little while longer. And then… and then… yes, then.



Freedom has its cost, but I was willing to pay the price. Was he? Of course not. But if he wouldn’t know. It’d be quick. No pain. Family mattered. Was all that mattered. Nothing else.



Death.



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Probably Sasuke's last appearance (Yay!). So, remember Brown? Hmm... Brown? What does it all mean? Can you solve the mystery before Naruto does? I bet you can't. Fun, isn't it?