Title: Snake Eyes
Chapter 1: Amnesia
Summary: Sequel to Thou Shalt Not Kill. Fate loves implanting cliche moments into people's life, particularly mine, because my life is just one fucking roller coaster ride after another.What a load of bullshit.
Warning: Beware of cussing and gayness.
Pairing: Original pairing from Thou Shalt Not Kill, but with more development.
Disclaimer: Yes, no, maybe so. I do not own the Naruto show. Ha!

Oh my god.

...no no. Something more dramatic. Oh! How about "oh my fucking shit!" Yes, perfect! You know why? Because it describes my situation perfectly. Let me ask you. How the hell does someone get their ass run down by a BMW?! In Japan?! What is a Germany car doing in Japan?! I cannot begin to tell you what it has been like for me. The worst part is that I had to sit by a dead corpse for nine months. Ok, so it wasn't a dead corpse, but the whole sitting for nine months was true. Was. WAS! Freakin' was, people! You know who the dead corpse was? My comatose boyfriend. The same son of a bitch who woke up and said he didn't know who I am. Of course, he isn't like anyone normal person. When he woke up, he didn't panic nor went into some homicidal hysteria. I'm actually quite proud of him, but still...

"Who are you again?" The knife in my hand (cutting an apple) slipped a bit.

Everyone, meet Sasuke, my boyfriend. My temptation to punch him almost overwhelmed me and believe me, there has been tons of opportunities. "At least remember my name, you bastard."

Oh, did I mention I'm a guy? And I haven't told my boyfriend that he is my boyfriend. Stress are dangerous for people who just came out of comas. I should know since I have been in one before. More times than I would like. Anyway...this is what it felt like if I had fallen for him first before the jerk changed into a more pleasant bird. I like him, yet his attitude is aggravating. Adding to the load is his indifference manner to everything about me. He is so going to pay once his memories return or if he falls for me...again.

"...hn, why should I?" There it goes again with his emotionless face. Hn is technically not a word, but whatever makes him happy. Here I am cutting him an freakin' apple and all he does is insult me. Ugh, what a horrible guy.

I cut the slices into square pieces and hand them over on a plate, watching as he inspected them. I'm like 'what the hell!' He is inspecting them. "Dude," I called. "You've been in a coma for the past nine months. I can easily strangle you. Now eat them before I shove it down your throat."

His hand automatically brought the fruit to his mouth and forced it down. At least his body still "remembers" me. Of all things: limp body parts, vegetable brain, HIV; I got landed with amnesia. And he has to remember the time before I converted him from the dark side. Talk about irony. First he falls in love with me and I rejected him (of course), but eventually I liked him back. Now I'm the one stuck with this lovesick crap and he, evidently, feels nothing towards me. I can't even blame him for it because as much as I hate to admit it, his brain trauma was my fault. Or is. Why else would he stand in the middle of the road? Well, he was more like...running and pushing me outta the way. What? I was only crossing the street, but I kept thinking about things and one thing led to another.

Now here we are. One very pissed off blonde and a dick head. I'm the blonde.

"Khag!"

In a flash, I pounded Sasuke's back and an oversize slice of apple popped out. Great. Not five minutes in my care and he almost died. "You could've just asked me," I grumbled, taking back the plate and cutting the pieces into even smaller pieces. "No need to kill yourself over an apple."

I'm immediately reminded of Snow White.

"What's wrong with me?"

Luckily, I brainwashed the doctor into not calling Sasuke's father, a very troublesome man with a lot of bodyguards. This had happened two days before after I carefully schemed a web of lies. Now I am nothing more than a somewhat important friend to Sasuke, a step down from my original spot. One that actually gave me lots of advantages. For example: I had no longer needed to sneak into school at night. The doctor explain to Sasuke about his condition and part of his psychotherapy schedule.

"Uchiha-sama, you have dissociative amnesia. Judging by my observation, you have some repressed memories about Uzumaki-san, however this is not extended to your friends or families. You may experience some flashes of memories before your accident, but I'm sorry to say that none of this will include Uzumaki-san."

A silence drew itself out into the open. Not that it wasn't expected, but I have to wonder why everyone has to stay so quiet after such news. "In other words, your brain is fucked-up."

Yeah I've been cussing a lot lately.

"Nobody asked you," retorted Sasuke, his eyes willingly itself to stab through me. Like that's ever gonna happen, jerk.

"You're right," I said sarcastically, anger boiling up my mouth. "No one asked me and yet for some reason I answered. I wonder why, you motherf-."

"Naruto!" A slender body, belonging to Neji, pop open the door and burst in. His eyes slowly settle on Sasuke and almost jump out of it's socket, which would've been a really cool thing to see if it literally happened. "Sasuke, you're alive! I mean, awake." Neji quickly shut the door behind him then approach us with professional uncertainty. "Are you alright?"

I was about to answer when I realized Neji's eyes were still on Sasuke, meaning the question is definitely not for me. I turn just in time to see Sasuke narrow his eyes in suspicion. God, that guy is extremely paranoid. Well with half of his memories gone, its to be expected. But Sasuke is suppose to remember events before me (ME!) so this mood he's displaying might have another reason behind it. Why, of course! Neji has changed incredibly after the whole accident and since Sasuke's used to the hard-core Neji, this will probably put him on edge.

"...Neji?"

See.

The corner of Neji's mouth twitch, about to glare or something that deals with anger, and as I knew it to be a danger zone, I sidestepped in front of Neji to protect Sasuke from this "unholy" sight. I quickly made a gesture with my hand and Neji thankfully turned into a statue. I grasp his shoulder and sigh with feelings between relief and annoyance. "Thank you," I mouth to him and dragged the doctor outside with me. They needed some time alone.

Then it hit me hard and fast. I shudder, thinking about all the "advices" Neji gave me. I felt worse than when I didn't talk to him. I don't know if its the lack of communication these few years or Gaara's influence, but he should really stop with the whole talking altogether. At least not so much.

Eventually, Neji came out of Sasuke's room with his head shaking and speechless.

Sasuke had protested about me coming here until he regains some lost fragments and since I know he knows that the chances of it happening were very slim, I had the feeling he doesn't want to see me. Which is why I am at his side every single second. Bastard, trying to get ride of me. Like you can. I'm getting so angry right now! I mean, amnesia, people! How the fuck does someone get run over, be perfectly fine (physically), and wakes up with amnesia? And the only one he doesn't remember has to be the love of his life? How cliche is that. It's like some scene out of a shojo manga! And trust me, this is not a shojo manga

I sigh again and again, wondering what exactly is there to do in a hospital. Not much, thats for sure. Sasuke losing his memories is like sitting next to a wall you think can talk. I pulled out a deck of cars and offer it to Sasuke. "Wanna play?"

"No," he responded with a surly tone and of course, without looking at me. Asshole. I have the worse luck ever. I had just wanted to finish high school, enjoy a little tormenting along the way, but no, I had to go and fall for a pansy pant.

"You want to do something?"

He made the smallest gesture with his book. If it wasn't for my keen eyes, I would've missed it. "I'm reading."

"But I'm bored." I thought about snatching the book away, which I did and in which Sasuke got really annoyed. "Do something with me."

"Then go outside."

I pretended not to hear and waved the book around as I talk, an attempt of being annoying. "Still doesn't give me any idea." His eyes followed the book in my hand. A smile play on my face, but I made it vanish. Unfortunately, Sasuke happened to have seen it and refused to acknowledge me any further. Looking out the window seems to be a habit of his now, whenever I'm here. "Aw c'mon, cheer up."

His gaze didn't change, but I can see a tempting question floating above his head. I remain quiet and ignored him in turn. Sasuke eventually couldn't bear it any longer and turned his glare on me. Except I was ignoring him. Yeah, its good to have leverage, the key to every successful relationship.

"Hey, you."

You? I have a name and unless you say it, I'm going to keep looking at that interesting wall over there. I heard him speak louder, but no above a yell. A sigh and some other noises made it clear he was impatience, but his question weight out any chance of him having a peaceful day.

"Naruto."

Finally. I turn around, smiling. "Yes, Sasuke?"

He tries not to cringe away from my smile. That was an improvement from when he almost gagged, a fake act of disgust by the way. I can tell. "How...How did we meet?"

Oh. Difficult. Very difficult. I need to lie. Ah, the truth never hurt anyway. See, I lied. "Well, I don't know. You made all the moves." A wheel turned in his head, probably asking himself why an Uchiha would actually approach someone as pathetic as me for friendship. Well, he didn't. He approached me for love. Its so sweet, so ugh! And it was pathetic. I still remember his poor confession then I laughed. What? It was funny and so weird. I have watched at least one drama and Sasuke is clearly in need of a lesson in romancing. Ugh, I just said ro-rom-oh, forget it. "You made this really weird confession!" I said, as in reply to Sasuke's weird-out stare.

"Confession?" he sounded just as shock as when I first told him. "As in?"

I look at him innocently. "As friends. What did you think it meant?" That one caught him in a trap and he had to look away. Well, for a second because he has this thing called pride. Or as I like to call it, overexcessive shyness. I totally made that up. "Weirdo."

"I was just making sure," he said, discreetly looking elsewhere.

Yeah, and I am a girl.

...I am not a girl.

Wait a minute, wait just a minute. Why would he need to make sure? Unless... "Are you gay?"

Sasuke didn't move, his body tensed, and he said this with so much reassurance, I thought it was true if I didn't know better. "No."

I sigh again. Having a dead-brain boyfriend is tiring. I'm the only one with the memory of what really happened before the accident. It had been fine really. We were dating then out of nowhere, Sasuke's dad showed up. He ended everything with a twinge of his finger and had Sasuke in an arrange marriage at record speed. Threats and manipulations, all thank you gift cards of Fugaku, piled on oji-san. Surprsingly, Sasuke had been the one to end it. His father must be happy now.

"Uzumaki."

Speak of the devil.

A/N: Poor Sasuke. I read so many stories on people having amnesia, I couldn't help it. Had to be done. Besides, this is more fun and twisted. Starting happy and ending it tear-stricken. Starting it dramatic then ending it happy. Thats how it usually works in a story, or movie. You guys should see the Chinese Paladin. Man, I cried like a spanked baby. No details. Go watch it yourself on whatever websites you can find.

I still owe you guys a Valentine love-sick story. Should be good. I think. Maybe. Oh, I hope so. Hey, I saw the Labyrinth. It was okay. Interesting in its own way. By the way, who knows which perfect circle, of two, was drew first on the paper?