Naruto POV:

Sasuke spontaneously decided to take me home, no questions asked. We were silent the entire way. It was weird. I don't understand why he is being nice to me.

Why would anyone be nice to me?

I am really confused, yet so thankful. No one has been this nice to me, no one has ever stood up for me...is this what friendship is like?

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the fact that we arrived.

At first I wasn't sure, but I decided to invite Sasuke to come in.

He nodded and followed me inside the apartment.

Sasuke POV:

I was stunned about what I was seeing. His apartment was so small. It was dark, messy and dusty, not to mention that it was cold and probably moldy, too. SClothes were randomly scattered across the room. Even though I was surprised, I didn't want to be rude, so I kept an emotionless expression. What about his parents? This looks like an one person apartment and the living conditions are terrible, this can't possibly be healthy, especially spiritually.

"Hehe, sorry for the mess" he apologized scratching the back of his head ashamed.

"Hn, who cares." I trail off unbothered

I think he followed my gaze, because he basically answered my question.

"I live alone." I nod my head once more, acknowledging his words, while debating whether to ask my next question or not.

"What about your parents?" I add bluntly

He hesitated.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

We were sitting on his bed, although I did think twice before doing so.

"It's fine, but first do you want some ...umm water ?" he offered awkwardly

"Nah." I decline, to spare him from any futher humiliation, as I could only assume, that he didn't have anything else to serve.

"Oh well...um they were killed when I was one year old. I never got the chance to meet them." he finally explained, being straight to the point. The event itself didn't seem to impact him that much, but his eyes...oh, that sky blue gaze could shatter anyone's heart, no matter how stone-cold.

I mentally cursed myself for asking something like this.

"I'm sorry." I add, now being the awkward one, even though my appearance remained emotionless.

"Don't be, it's not like it's your fault or anything." he tried to smile.

"Do you have any family?"

"Not really." he hesitated again, like he was debating whether to trust me or not, but then he continued.

"I was raised in an orphanage until I was 7. Then I got adopted by a family. A man and a woman around 28. They were drug addicts. I lived with them for one year. They used to beat me up, starve me for days, made me beg on the streets...it was hell."

His voice started cracking. My heart hurt...I didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to continue, if it's too painful." I reassure him

He took a deep breath and continued still.

"At the age of 8 I was sent back to the orphanage. Also, I was in the 2nd grade. This is when school became hell, too. I was bullied daily.

Then I got adopted again. Until I was 9, I lived with my new family, the husband was an alcoholic. He beat both me and his wife up. Just beat is an understatement, he tortured me daily using diffrent methods that I'm not comfortable sharing...But then again, most of it is a blurr. To sum it up school was shit, home was shit, I had no friends. Everyone hated me. Then one day that man beat his wife to death and I was sent to the hospital with broken ribs, several cuts and injuries." he stopped and inhaled.

He started shaking. I put an arm on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. What a sick bastard.

"After that I was sent to the orphanage again. I lived there for one more year, until I was 10. I was bullied at the orphanage, too. When I turned 10, I got this apartment and I started getting a certain amount of money every month...well very little money that is, but it's better than at the orphanage. I've been living alone ever since. I kept changing schools, because at every one of my old schools I was getting bullied. Konoha High was my last hope and now...it's gone."

Tears started rolling down his face. I thought that no one shared a miserable life like me. This kid has been through hell and all alone. I at least had Itachi. I felt a tear escape my eye, as I suddenly hugged the blonde. I could tell that he was taken by surprise a little, heck even I was, but he hugged me back. We stayed like that until his sobs turned into hiccups and he calmed down and pulled away.

"But yeah, no need to get so depressed. I have to still hope that one day, just one day it will get better. One day maybe my life will be happy. One day maybe I will have a friend and one day maybe I'll stop getting bullied. I'm so thankful to you, you're the first person who has ever acknowledged my presence and didn't view me as a monster. I can understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me after hearing my story..." hetrailed off upset

My eyes widen. I just couldn't believe my ears. He's been through bloody hell, yet he still believes in a stupid concept like hope.

This world disgusts me...I hate it. It is so unfair. He never even had a fucking friend. What did he do to deserve this. This world must for sure be another world's hell.

"Dobe" I said

"What?" he questioned

"You're a dobe for thinking that I will hate you after this. Actually the fact that we share the same pain is what makes you in my eyes not indifferent like everyone else. How about I'll be your friend?" I step on my pride and offered him that. I don't know what's up with me. I usually lack empathy and am not interested in any human contact since I'm a misanthrop afterall...

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