Sorry it has taken so long to get this done…almost forever, haha, a year actually. Are there any of you left? Hmm, either way I wanted to try out a sad story without a happy ending. I know it so not like me, but this has been my ultimate goal of some sort – was I able to do it well? I think I did. Yes? No?

Please do not flame (I do not find a reason for it so you better not either). I apologize for the possible misspellings and other errors.

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Pairing: Sasuke x Naruto / Naruto x Sasuke

Summary: Locked in an institute out of sight. Trying to work your way through life with your abnormal abilities. Finding a refuge in a person like you. Then that person is gone. SasuNaru.

Disclaimer: I have no rights over the characters or whatsoever (do not sue me Mr. Kishimoto), I am just loaning them and returning to the rightful owner (Mr. Kishimoto).

Electric

I am locked in an empty and melancholic room, where the old linoleum floor is stained and it stinks. Where the stains do not decorate the floor, it has been polished by so many steps that I can almost see my reflection from it. Still, somehow it reminds me of the winters I used to spend skating on the manmade ice rink in our neighbourhood.

The floor is like that ice so many years ago. Every winter I stayed out late lying on the ice and watched the stars twinkle in the perfect midnight sky. I wished I could stay like that forever. My breath always left steam traces and I followed them with my cold bare fingers. Never did I feel cold or alone.

In this life I would not need any other light than that of the stars. Their shine is something I can almost touch if I could reach so far, but even though I cannot, it feels like they dance on the palm of my hand. Stars I cannot spoil, since these ugly hands and this ugly body cannot destroy them. They are safe out of my reach, but still close enough to make me feel all warm and happy inside. But only like this. When I close my eyes everything shitty almost goes away, but I know it travels in my veins, I know it eats me inside out and I cannot do anything about it.

My room consists solely of a bed, table and a wooden chair. The chair is hard to sit on and I can only rely on the candles for there is no electricity - and that is purely my fault. Nothing in this forsaken room lives, the air is still and somehow it strains me like shackles. There are only small bluish sparkles when I bring my palms together. If I leave this container they call my room, it is wholly a different story.

Some may say it is a hospital; others say it is for lunatics and the owners want to believe this is Xavier's institute for the gifted. This is far from the movies and we certainly are not treated like gifted people if people at all. We are cursed in so many ways that I have come to a conclusion that I bear other's sins too for I have not sinned this much in my lifetime. Some must use me as a container for their sins too, those who have found that there are less blessed people than they are – a loophole for their salvation. I am a human dumpster to them.

It would be a totally different thing if this was done to me, but sadly so I have always been like this. My parents are purely normal in every way and only I am like this. My mother did not use drugs or alcohol, radioactive spider did not bite me and I did not come from outer space either. I am -like others here too- a victim of a society that cannot cope with abnormalities. Girls born with two heads, children without legs, boys with eyes on the back of their head…so many possibilities to go wrong.

I live in the Z wing of the giant white house with less than three windows. We are called the Z wingers by the other kids, who are afraid of us. We are the ones who need to be locked away; we are too dangerous to the society, because we can do what others cannot. It is not just about looking different, we Z wingers are the hopeless cases and possibly used for war at some point. Or, at least that is something a boy from U wing told me and laughed. I could see his teeth, sharp like canine.

I cannot control this. It seems my cells are charged like batteries. My veins are like transmission lines and when interconnected with each other they become something like a high voltage transmission network. I can transmit electricity through my hands and other sensitive areas, I can taste it in my mouth and it runs through me without obstacles.

The problem is that the transmission happens at a high voltage, which then means that everything I touch dies, burns and disappears. Since my cells are electrically charged, it means that I am influenced by electromagnetic fields as much as I create them. Basically my blood runs with an electronic current, which is a movement of electronically charged particles aka, my cells.

Everyone knows that when you rub your skin against fabric, it creates charge. Somehow I am charged to the extreme. Electronic conduction happens when an electronic current passes through material for example my skin in this case. The speed at which this happens varies on the material and charged particles. Although these particles move slowly my dear electric field speeds them up almost as fast as the speed of light thus enabling fast electrical signals.

This means that as my body is charged, it creates an electronic field around me. The field itself results in a force that is exerted on any other charges in my field. The shitty thing is that my electronic field can result in either attraction or repulsion. I am one hell of a magnet with too much electricity in my hands…My hands being the most powerful conductor – at least for now.

My hands store energy in a magnetic field in a response to the currents that run through my blood. When the current changes the magnetic field does that too, which leads into inducing a voltage between the ends of the conductor, the palms of my hands. Thus, my hands can create energy we call electricity and it can overcharge electrical appliances too.

Now comes the shittiest part of them all. The reason why I am separated from the others is not because I can blow things up, but because a voltage applied to a human body causes electric currents which run through the tissues. Although the current is faint it is assumable that the greater the voltage the greater the current. So, you do the math - I am high voltage and if the current is high, it will lead into a muscle contraction, tissue burns and fibrillation. Basically my touch kills because there is yet any device to control my powers except locking me up in a room without possibility to destroy anything even by accident.

I am just one weird freak of a nature, since even this "silencing" room cannot cut the currents in my body. It only disables some of their powers, but not completely. Not even rubber that does not conduct electricity is enough, though it suppresses most of it. This is why only some of the workers here touch me or help with anything. The nurses come and take me out from time to time so I can get fresh air and I am used as a resource when needed. A human sacrifice.

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