This is my first fan-fic ever (published). Go me!

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I once again find myself obligated to tell you that I am in fact not a rich Japanese man.

I paused for a few moments to analyze the scenery before me. The snow had been falling for days now and had successfully covered every building inside the walls. The genins as I dryly noted, seem to be getting better at shoveling the roads clear every year. Looking up to the sky I saw the orange and purple hues of nightfall. I refused to recognize the sigh that escaped my lips as anything other then bored, Uchiha's don't get impatient.

'Where is that...'

Splat!

"…dobe,"

I felt the large lump of snow on the back of my head. A cold shiver ran up my spine, I didn't let it show. Taking my hand and calmly dusting the snow off my jacket, I pretended like the snowball didn't surprise the shit out of me and tilted my head to see the blonde haired culprit, his bight orange clothing a beacon in the snowy surrounding. I narrowed my eyes at him in my trademark glare as I watched him laugh with that fake innocence written all over his face. The said dobe, stood diagonal from me. I allowed myself to sneer at his figure.

"What the hell was that for? It's cold!" I raised my voice at him, he was the only one that could get this reaction out of me, let alone so quickly; with an irritated look, I crossed my arms and leaned against a support beam on Konohagakures' defense wall.

He halted his laughter. Making eye contact with me he said with a teasing smile.

"It's winter teme, I thought you of all people would be accustomed to the cold," He studied me, somehow seeing the shivers I was holding back, "Heh, guess not," he took a few steps toward me "Are you cold? Do you want me to warm you?"

I almost answered faster then I normally would have with a shouted no, I bite my tongue, trying to get my cool back in order, 'how do you do this to me?'"Tsk, Dobe, do you really think a little snow like this could make me cold?" I throw him my signature smirk, the one I know he hates.

I moved from the beam and away from him; I didn't want to give him enough time to think of a retort, not that it would be good anyways and thought about how I found myself in this situation.

Flashback

-poke-

"Dobe..." I hissed out warningly, nearly throwing my pencil down onto my unfinished mission report

"Yes teme?" he smiled at me.

I should have know that after stopping him from doing one thing that it would lead to another, for not even five minutes after the poking had stopped, I felt a hand on the back of my neck, going completely tense, I didn't react until that very hand made its way through my long locks and was occupying itself by twirling a bit around its fingers. Grabbing his arm firmly and throwing it out of the way, I turned my back fully towards him

"What do you want?" I asked him venomously

I couldn't see him, but I knew he was scratching the back of his head, like this was normal, but what he said next, was far from normal.

"Let's go home together,"

"…" I turn back around to read him…his intentions seemed pure, but his words… After I didn't reply he poked me again, pulling me out of my zone.

"What do you say, Sasuke?"

"You have to see Tusande today," I tried to ease my way out of the situation; no matter how innocent he looked.

"You can wait for me...not like you have anything else to do." Naruto smirked.

I let it slide.

I really didn't have anything to do today…and after I could gull him into sparing for making me wait so long...I gave him my usual "Hn," and went back to my paper work.

He smiled.

End Flashback

He's the one that asked me to wait for him, I should have said no. I usually let Naruto walk home by himself, he never asks anyways, maybe he did this so he could throw snowballs at me...I wouldn't put that past the dobe. With that thought in mind I let out an annoyed sigh, walking slightly faster.

I turned my head to glance at him. Like I thought, he kept up with me, following me. I don't know why were even friends, I sigh, no, even I cant delude myself enough not to realize why. Happy, he was always happy, well at least that's how he portrayed himself. The dobe camouflaged his true self perfectly, looking at him following and chatting with me merrily, no one would suspect him of being hurt, being in pain. The acts and charades he puts on are all to keep us entertained, keep us from forgetting him. 'Tsk, like I could forget him.' I find my gaze to linger on his face.

"Hello! Earth to Sasuke! You want a snowball? Or would you rather the poking. That's fun for me," he said, and proceeded to poke my chest.

That knocked me from my thinking.

"Dobe…" I barked at him warningly, 'How many times do I have to warn him…'

Naruto, as always, started making remarks, "You're always so uptight! Aloof, arrogant…teme always thinking he's better then everyone else," I responded with a snide of my own, "What's wrong deal last? Jealous?" then after a second of pondering and curiosity, I add, "What is your problem?"

One simple answer came out, "You."

I stared.

Naruto shook his head, "You're acting like a child."

"Like you of all people have room to talk, you wouldn't know maturity if it hit you in the head,"

"Would too!"

"Hn," I smirked. He really should think about what he says, unless he likes proving my points.

He scowled; his whisker marks crunching up beneath his eyes. "Prove that you're not childish then-"

I gave him my signature look; did he really think I had to prove myself to him? Purely to humor him, I interrupted him with heavy sarcasm, "-And what would you have me do? Oh mighty-"

"-Kiss me." Naruto finished his suggestion. Patiently waiting, or what looked like it, for me to make a move.

I blinked, signature look forgotten. 'Well, that's different'

He looked at me expectantly, I wanted nothing more then to take him up on his offer, but I stopped myself, did he really mean it? I turned my gaze into a hard glare, of course he couldn't, he was just trying to play me a fool, get a reaction out of me. 'My fan-girls probably paid him to do this'. I did a quick sweep of the area. You know, just in case.,. Feeling no other chakra's but ours I focused back to him. 'Just to make a fool of me then' I felt my heart twinge a bit at that thought…of course; it was just a way to make a fool of me.

"What's the matter Teme? Scared?"

I intensify my glare; how dare he mock me?

"Of course im not scared you idiot, why would you even suggest-"

Running a hand frustratingly or nervously through his blonde locks; I couldn't tell, nor did I really have the interest; I could read him enough to know what he was going to do, and that's all I needed to know.

"-Something so juvenile."

Giving me one of his impatient pouts, he crossed his arms defensively.

I remember when I first vocalized my opinion that his "scowls" looked suspiciously like a perfectly formed pout given by a woman who hadn't gotten her way; that omission had earned me a punch to the face and a good six-hour spar session, I grinned slightly at the memory, I wasn't the only one who had gone home with bruises. In the end we both ended up hobbling to my house, leaning upon each other for support.

My trip down memory lane was interrupted with that very same punch I was just in the process of remembering, connected with my face…'funny, it didn't sting as much in my memory'. Bringing my hand up to touch my cheek faintly to stop the sting, I glared that the owner of the fist. I was just about to ask what the hell that was for when the blonde answered my question for me.

"How dare you laugh at me you bastard!" He let out a frustrated exclamation then added somberly "I…I wasn't joking around…"

It was then that I noticed the sadness outlining his oceanic eyes 'maybe he is serious…'

Before I could order my thoughts and act, he turned away with a mumbled "I just knew you wouldn't take this seriously…I don't know why I even bothered" and took off into a run further into the woods. I blinked; I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

'What the fuck…'

~~~tbc~~~~

Ooh, a cliffy.

Me: I guess your all just going to have to REVIEWto figure out what happens next, Muahaha! For I shall never tell you!!!

Nickey: Yes you will. You are after all writing the story.

Me: …Who let you out of your cage?

Nickey: I found the key under your pillow.

Me: What! How? I never told you it was there…it was a secret hiding spot!

Nickey: Sorry, Mickey but you've gotta admit you are the worst at keeping secrets. Well, unless there other peoples, then your great at it. But your own? Hell no.

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