.:Into The Closet:.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, SasuNaru would have occurred already. (It will happen, damnit! -sob-)
Warnings: Language, Shounen-ai-ish thoughts, atheistic thoughts (including slight anti-christianity).
Ah, the bliss of ignorance.
Sigh. The sting of unrequited love.
It must be the poet in me.
What more could you possibly want from a person?
I'm tall, gorgeous, smart, witty (heh), a heartthrob, a good kisser, and great in bed.
Oh, and gay.
Outright, and flaming fucking gay.
Sucks to be me.
Which was probably why, I supposed, as I sat in the male changing rooms, I dressed in the corner. Call me over the top, but I didn't think getting turned on in the middle of a changing room filled with entirely (or so they claim) straight boys was a clever thing for a 'straight' guy to do.
Oh, did I say I was outright and flaming? Of course, I meant, in my head. God forbid anyone see into that.
It was just my luck though, that everyone in my sports classed just so happened to be exhibitionists. I mean, come on. It was like they were trying to expose me! Half of them walked around topless, borrowing sprays (and I'm the gay one) and generally talking, obviously all trying so hard to keep up impressions and look good 'around the guys'. Heh; I was just lucky I was naturally gorgeous. With me around, I was almost surprised that there were any straight guys left. Of course, all the girls were attracted to me; oh, joy. My particular favourites, Sakura and Ino, had created their own little fan club for me. Adding another reason to the long list of why I don't date/like girls.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate them, I just...don't want to be with them. I guess, I'm like the perfect companion for females. 'Party? Your place? Alcohol? Great, I'll be there. Just make sure your boyfriend doesn't drop the soap.'
Anyway, as I was saying. Sports. Possibly my worst school moments have occurred in sports class. As it so happened. That day, we had football; the classic male sport; and thankfully, one of the more...covered ones. Everyone wearing shin pads and mouth guards; bulging lips tend to put people off a little.
I walked outside with my 'crew'- well, I say crew, but it was really just the four of us; Neji, Kiba, Gaara and I- and were all instantly hit with the freezing chill of winter beginning. I silently thanked whatever god watched down on me (well, I assume he still watched down on me) for the instant drive killer as we headed up toward the football pitches.
"Right! Teams of eleven, leftovers keep score." Mr Asuma barked, stalking off towards one of the corners of the field, probably to have a smoke. It was common knowledge he really didn't give a crap what happened in his lessons as long as you;
Didn't bother him and
Didn't kill anyone.
Thankfully (or maybe not?) I'm good at sports, so I didn't have to sit out. That, and of course, our little gang stuck together, and we didn't back down easily. Of course, this was another reason that my secret identity as a gymnast in a pink leotard had to be kept a secret (example, obviously. The day I participate in gym is the day I find out my (strict Christian) mother is a closet lesbian.).
When everyone had finally stopped ambling about and had decided on our team, the eleven of us stalked down to the other end of the pitch. After our little pep talk (courtesy of Neji) we readied ourselves for the fight of our lives. Theoretically speaking.
Some poor, un-chosen boy blew the whistle and we were off, like dogs at a racetrack. Neji managed to flick his hair straight into my eyes as we ran, so I (subtly) managed to trip him up as we raced to get the ball off the other team.
I saw an opening in the other team's defence (with my calculating, dreamy eyes) and dashed in to get the ball. Unfortunately, someone else obviously had the same idea, since the next thing I knew, I was sprawled flat on the ground with a body on top of me.
A very well muscled somebody, by the feel of it.
"Get off me, idiot." I said, my voice in its regular defy-me-and-die tone. The warmth of the body above me was beginning to get me, and I was trying to keep my mind away from the dirty thoughts kept in the box in the corner.
"Who're you calling an idiot, bastard?!" a voice somewhere above me cried, its tones vibrating against my back as he spoke. H'ooooh shit. Must not think bad thoughts.
The boy rolled off me and I got a good look at him for the first time. And nearly crapped myself.
He was gorgeous. I don't mean run-of-the-mill, 'will you date me' gorgeous, I mean, glowing, fuck-me-right-here gorgeous. And I would. Ohhh yes.
"You, moron." I replied to his earlier statement, thankful that I could still remember it after being lost in those blue eyes. (I can't help it. I'm a hopeless romantic. So sue me; he was hot.)
Those beautiful blue eyes that widened in shock, and perhaps anger.
"Bastard!" He cried, and tackled me to the ground. It suddenly wasn't cold enough.
It ended up with him sitting on top of me, whilst I tried desperately to imagine fangirls coming onto me before Mr Asuma stepped in.
"That's quite enough, boys, don't you think?" The boy sitting on me grinned, in an embarrassed sort of manner before getting up and off me. Thankfully, the fangirl anti-fantasies had done the trick.
"It's your first day, isn't it?" the teacher addressed the blonde that had jumped me, "Do you really think you should be causing trouble?"
That was an interesting tidbit. He was new. That would explain why I hadn't seen him before. Well, thanks, Captain Obvious, my mind supplied.
"Ah, well you see, Mr, he—"
"I don't want to hear it." He checked his watch. " Show's over, folks. Time to get changed back."
I got changed in the toilets after that. I don't think I trusted myself and my hormones not to jump him right there.
Kiba and Neji gave me odd looks as I met with them outside the loos. Of course, I hadn't changed in a cubicle, I wasn't at all shy about the way I looked, but I couldn't have standed to be near that boy again.
"What's up, dude?" Kiba said, typically. Kiba is...amusing. A never-ending stream of catchphrases and jibes.
"Nothing. Needed a piss. Thought I might as well get changed whilst I was there." I deadpanned.
Neji raised an eyebrow at Gaara, which I caught, but merely turned away and started walking. Realising nobody was following, I turned around to look at them.
"Lunch, anyone?"
Kiba started walking. I rolled my eyes.
The end of the school day couldn't have come any quicker. I wanted nothing more than to get away and get the day's events out of my system; I utterly hated teenage hormones. Maybe I should become a scientist and eradicate them, I mused.
I waved off Kiba and the others at the set of doors they left the school through, and continued on through the building to the ones that exited into the car park. I turned a corner and was met by yelling.
Thankfully not directed at me.
"—not funny, Naruto!" the principal was yelling at the blonde boy from earlier that day. I backed back around the corner and peered round, oh-so-sneakily.
"But old—I mean, Miss, I—
"I don't want to hear it, Naruto. Go home. We'll discuss your punishment tomorrow."
The teacher walked right past him, giving him an odd look as she passed. Naruto stood, staring at the space she had once occupied, scowled, and turned on his heel and left.
What I wouldn't do...Naruto, eh? Heh.
My brother was waiting in the car for me. I pulled open the car door, suddenly very tired; so much drama isn't good for me.
"Hello, little brother. How was school?"
I scowled at him in response and he chuckled. "That good?"
I punched his shoulder playfully, and he drove out of the school grounds.
Itachi's a pretty decent brother, I guess. I've heard stories from people like Gaara, who's brothers can be absolute dicks at times, but I guess Itachi's not too bad. He asks how I am, if I'm okay, that kind of thing, and mostly just keeps to himself. Of course, he doesn't know I'm gay; none of my family do. My mother would have a fit, and I think my father would probably either disown me or kill me.
My family are strictly Christian, of course. Don't believe in the whole 'homosexual' song and dance. Don't get me wrong, I know all Christians aren't like that, but they're pretty awful as far as it goes. I'm pretty atheistic; I mean, I don't really care, I'm not up for all the worship stuff; I think, if there's a god, good for him, and congrats on all this, but...I don't know. I used to think about it a lot when I was younger, but now...I'm not so sure. I think I'd be more willing to believe if my family hadn't drilled into me how wrong it was to be gay, how you must have pure thoughts, etcetera, etcetera. I think Itachi sort of knew how I felt about all this, and he never really spoke to me about anything like that at all. Come to think of it, I have no idea of his religion, or sexual orientation. I'd ask him, if I weren't worried that he'd say something to my father.
Father and he have...a close bond. Itachi's always been his favourite son; the high-achiever, good in social events; you name it, Itachi's good at it. He's not one to show off, but he's always been better than me, even if I try my very hardest. He just...does it all. No effort involved at all. I'd be sad about it, but I don't really care. It would probably break his heart if he knew every sin I had ever committed, so maybe it's for the best.
Our family's pretty well-off in the money department. Father's smart, like Itachi, and he runs a big company somewhere; so, I guess you could say we're pretty rich. Our house is pretty big, we can go on decent family holidays...the works. I mainly keep to myself; I have a few comforts, such as music and a laptop, and we have a games system that we rarely use, but I generally just concentrate on my schoolwork. I think it makes my father happier; I'm pretty sure it also helps keep his thoughts away from wondering about me. God only knows what I'd say if he asked me why I take so long in the shower.
Lying in my bed that night, I wondered about Naruto. What he would be doing right at that moment, whether he remembered me, what he thought of me...of course, I tried desperately not to think of his appearance too much; my shower earlier had been long enough, and I didn't fancy having another one.
I stared at the ceiling, making imaginary patterns on it in the dark. I could see the shape of a dolphin in the darkness, and I made a mental note not to eat anything sugary before bed.
One thing was for sure, though. Gazing skyward, I couldn't stop thinking about the boy, the way he had grinned so cutely (yet embarrassedly) at our teacher in sports class, the way he had looked so dejected after the headmistress had shouted at him...and how I desperately wanted to get into his pan-- I mean, how I desperately wanted to get to know him better...
One thing was for sure, though. This Naruto kid wouldn't leave my mind, no matter how hard I tried to distract myself (and believe me, I tried hard).
I hoped this wasn't going to become an obsession.
A/N: Well, new idea. I'm deleting some of my other stories as soon as I submit this. Please review and let me know what you'd think, I'm trying to include some humour in this one, and it will be a much lighter fic than the stuff I usually write. I enjoyed writing this first chapter, if you review, I'll write some more. And yes; this is the inside of Sasuke's head. For sure.