Doll Part 2

Naruto’s POV:

He laid the food out on the table and I noticed how soft and white his hands looked. He avoided my gaze. I felt guilty about what I had done in the kitchen but I needed answers. “Miso ramen! Awesome!” I cried and dug in. It was good. “This is great!” Dad agrees. “Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked Sasuke and Mr. Uchiha. Mr. Uchiha nodded and began eating slower then a snail. I wanted to ask why. Sasuke shook his head, eyes fixed on the floor like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Oh? Why not? A guy needs his food!” my dad laughed. “No, thank you, Minato-san, Naruto-san, just enjoy your meal,” he whispered, his voice like rain falling gently on the pavement. Smooth and pleasant but somewhat sad, seeing them falling and…dying…splashing into nothing. A glassy black gaze caught my stare. I turned and saw a Gothic Lolita styled porcelain doll, perched delicately on the bookshelf. She looked like Sasuke in some ways, with her big black eyes, white skin, and silky raven hair. But what catches me the most is the look in her eyes.

Sasuke’s POV:

So he’s seen the doll. I liked to make things when I was younger. So I made the doll. It is one of my best pieces. It reminds me of myself. Both of us… we are to be silent. We are beautiful, but we cannot say what we want. Her little doll face seems to reflect longing, as her glassy eyes stare blindly. I see myself in her mirror eyes and my eyes are the same as hers. What do I long for? Freedom, a happy family, I want to be loved… I felt my cheeks burst into flame as I think that. I can’t daydream. This is your life, Sasuke, get used to it. I could mentally slap myself for even thinking I could escape this Hell, the Devil my father. That I could Love after what happened to me! Hah ha what a riot. Naruto sees my grim smile and raises and eyebrow. “Does she have a name?” he points at the doll. “Her name is Doll.” Minato said. Okay then. Father glares at me and I cleared away the plates and began washing them. “So where’s Mikito?” Minato asked. Dead. Father strangled her and hung her in the closet. Her skeleton is still hanging there “watching us.” I miss my mother. She liked to talk to me and Itachi, telling us about her old love, who had to leave her for business matters, and she liked to play with Itachi’s glossy locks and she’s often tell me that Itachi and I were going to be great people when we grew up. Father abided her death wish to get us an education. Itachi is at college, far away, and I am here wishing the summer would end.

Naruto’s POV:

Sasuke smiled grimly, lost in thought as he washed the dishes. He chews on his lip when he thinks. It’s cute. I walk over and touch his arm. He drops the plate but I catch it with my awesome reflexes. “Naruto- san. Please leave me alone.” He doesn’t meet my eyes, instead looking at the plate in my hand. I give it to him and he washes it quickly. He attempts to side step me but I grabbed his arms and pulled him close to me. His breathing was coming out in shallow gasps and he still refused to look at me. “Look at me.” I hissed, gripping his chin to pull his face up. His expression was as if I was killing him. “Naruto-san…please…” his voice trembles. He still looks cute even in his obvious fear. He is exactly like a little doll; pretty face, pretty all the time. “No need to be so formal, call me Naruto!” I said, trying to make him feel like we were friends, not business associates or something. He closes his eyes and nods slowly. Is he afraid of me? The next thing I know is his fist is in my face and he is running.