Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto... sigh. One day...
Warnings: This is my first (official) fanfic of Naruto, so it probably sucks. Warning #2, it IS slashy... I's naughty. Heheeee.
You make me feel...
Chapter One: Confusion.
'That dobe... What's he been up to? He doesn't even spare an insult any more... Not even a quick spar. Barely even a glance!' Sasuke threw his arms up into the air exasperatedly, without realizing it. 'He's always looking for something else, and runs off to it before I can reach him and give him a temptation of an insult to lead to a fight. I'm going to get weak if he keeps brushing me off like this.'
Sasuke sighed, stopping in his trail. 'It's not my business; it's not my business... Is it?' He subconsciously waved away his nosy thoughts, but a small ache settled in his chest already, like a stone stuck into dried mud.
He couldn't brush off now how being ignored by Naruto made him feel lately. He became angry for no reason at all, started eating less, and slept more. Sasuke tried assuring himself it was because his lack of fighting recently that his behavior became this way. Was it really, though?
To his "luck," as he was walking along the path to his home he saw Naruto waiting outside his favorite Ichiraku Ramen stand. He had that impatient look he always had nowadays, as though waiting for something, looking around constantly. Sasuke knew he had to be waiting for the something that made him unconsciously avoid him nowadays; that was the look he had when waiting for it.
The ebony-haired boy cringed in curiosity as he felt the need to find what had become more important than him to the blonde. He moved to the side of the path, into some shadows under an extending roof of a closed down shop, as not to be noticed watching the boy. He didn't know why he was compelled to watch him, but couldn't help it, and would feel awkward if he passed by anyways.
Naruto kept looking around, until something stopped those wild blue eyes, and a wide grin crossed his face.
Sasuke blinked, squinting to see what it was Naruto was so happy to see. 'What's there?'
"Kiba!" Naruto answered unknowingly to Sasuke's thoughts, and Sasuke felt his heart stop, and his dark eyes widened.
'What? Kiba..?' Sasuke just realized he hadn't considered the fact it may be person who had become more significant to the hyperactive, whiskered blonde. And somehow, sadness started flowing into his mind, starting to drown out his ability to think. 'No, no... Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions,' he eased himself, but doubt was settling in his mind as well.
Kiba now entered his view as he approached Naruto, waving cheerfully with his white and brown dog, Akamaru, lying lazily on top of his brown mess of hair. Naruto ran up to him, and Sasuke was shocked to see him hug the canine-ish boy.
Even more so when Kiba hugged back.
'What..? What's... What's going on?' Sasuke felt a sharp, mental pain in his heart. Was it the fact this boy could very well be the reason that Naruto no longer... well, barely, acknowledged him now?
"What took you so long, Kiba?" Naruto pouted, crossing his arms in false anger. Kiba chuckled and scratched the back of his head. More like Akamaru's back.
"Gomen ne, Naruto-chan"—'Naruto-chan!'—"Mom made me do the dishes at the last minute. Right as I was about to leave! Man, I don't get her." Kiba shrugged, and Naruto fumed at being called with the suffix of '-chan.' Kiba stuck out his tongue, and Naruto hit the facially-red-marked boy's shoulder in a friendly manner.
Sasuke's ears rang and he could no longer understand what they were saying to each other. He felt dizzy, sick... 'What's happening..?' He tried convincing himself that the heat induced this illness he started feeling, pushing dark hair from his eyes, clutching his stomach with one arm. 'What's gotten into me?' Sasuke let out a faked, humorous snort. 'I'm being stupid. It's just the weather.'
Sasuke felt his body ease a bit more, but when he looked back up, the two were gone from sight. He stared dumbfounded where they were just standing, then numerous ways, as though expecting to see them. 'Where did they...' No longer in control of his feet, he ran to where they just stood moments ago.
He froze his thoughts and body, and then sighed. 'What am I getting worked up over!' Sasuke thought in frustration, balling his hands into fists in his hair, messing it up quite a bit. 'It doesn't... It doesn't matter to me... Who's closer to Naruto... Right? Right..?'
"Hey, what's got you in such a frenzy, kid?" an elder voice said to him. He looked into the ramen stand reluctantly. The owner, a tall aging man with spiky, messy white hair, was looking at him with a curious look.
Sasuke stayed silent, and embarrassedly loosened his fingers and slid them from his hair, and put his arms back at his side, realizing how stupid he must look. "I feel... kind of sick, that's all," he muttered. Well, he did, so he didn't have to lie to the kind old man. The man smiled kindly.
"Come have some ramen, on the house. I know how you must feel, kid." Sasuke stared for a moment, and took a deep, soothing breath, closing his eyes. 'Do you really? Can you help me, then?' His feet slowly, almost unwillingly, let him sit at the stand, arms resting on the bar, head resting on them.
"I guess... it couldn't hurt me any more than I do now to eat something..."
Omg, I suck! Hopefully by the next chapter I can pace myself and it'll be likable… >>;…
Leave constructive criticism, plers! OO Well... if you want to... but... HELP US! I mean, me. Help ME. >>
Nyai, out!
