Why do I have to be paired with Sasuke Uchiha?
I scowled into my beaker, carefully mixing the compounds together, Mr. 'I'm-Too-Cool-For-This' sitting to my left, face in palm idly watching the mixture change colors then foam. I angrily picked up my pencil and wrote out a thorough explanation on what happened upon combining said mixtures. Without his help. But hey, what else is new?
Does he even realize how pointless he is in this partnership? All he does is sit back and stare at me doing all the work with his expressionless eyes, and occasionally type on that damned laptop of his. God I wish I could smash that thing into a million tiny pieces. He's always typing in it. As if the rest of the world didn't even fucking matter. Pisses me off.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. All of the students gave a howl of excitement indicating the start of their weekends. Easy for them, I got to spend a whole two days at home with my alcoholic father.
I usually end up over at Kiba's place, but this weekend they are going skiing at the Camelback. God knows why someone wants to go skiing in June, but whatever. I'll just lock myself in my room and hope my father goes out tonight.
It's not like he's a bad person or anything, but my father is just going through a rough patch the wrong way. Ever since my mom died he's taken out his feelings in alcohol, and I usually became the victim. I idly rubbed the bruise on my shoulder from last week; reminiscing the details. I collected my books, leaving the jerk behind me as I walked out.
Then it happened. Sakura. I walked straight into her as I reached the door, knocking us both to the ground, my books scattering across the floor like the dunce I am.
"S-sorry!" I spat, scrambling around on the floor trying to collect all of my books. "I-I'm such a klutz! I fall over practically anything!" Oh, crap, I'm going to start rambling again… "I'msosorry!Areyouhurt?I'-"
And she walked right by me.
Smooth sailing kid, she didn't even recognize you. I stood up, brushing the dirt off of my Konoha Academy khaki pants, eyeing Sakura as she waltzed over to glomp Sasuke. Damn it.
That jerk! Does he even realize he's dating the hottest girl in school? The way her perfect, pink hair collected at her shoulders, bouncing delightfully as she began talking happily about her day gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. You know. Butterflies and shit. God I'd love to be in Sasuke's shoes any day, just to be so close to her, and stare into those gorgeous, mint green eyes…
God he's so lucky! All of the girls drool over him! What exactly is so special about this kid? Pitch black hair pulled into points on the back of his head, and the bangs gracefully met at his chin like wings. There's no denying the kid's good looking, but come on! Who else realizes this kid is a jerk? Sakura pours her heart out to this kid, and he doesn't even bat an eyelash.
Sakura clutched onto his arm, linking their fingers together like every day. God I can't watch this. I turned away from the couple and stormed the rest of the way out into the hallway.
What right does he have to not even acknowledge her? She's a flower! Delicate and beautiful and needs to be treated right! Who does he think he-
"Oi! Naruto!" a voice rang from behind me. I turned to find the bastard himself chasing after me. My eyes narrowed into slits.
"You dropped your book." He pointed out, handing me my science textbook. I ripped it from his hands sourly. His expressionless eyes blinked once.
"I'm not saying thank you." I mumbled rudely, barely audible.
His eyes remained the same toneless stare.
Turning around, I bitterly began to walk away.
And then the bastard had the nerve to say "That's fine."
'That's fine.'
I'll kill him!
God, that's the one thing I hate the most about this kid. He acts so damn cool and serine all the time! He might as well be a mannequin or something. No expressions. Whatsoever.
At least feel bad about that or something! I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep walking. He's not worth it Naruto, just keep walking.
God this kid pisses me off so much.
Just once, once I'd like to see him be human and get embarrassed or scared or any other normal humanemotion! At least smile once!
I literally threw my backpack at my dresser and watched it collapse on the floor. I grinded my teeth and fell onto my bed, shuddering as my feet hit the metal bed frame. I moaned into my pillow.
God Sakura's so beautiful. What does she see in Sasuke? He's not remotely interesting at all. All he does is mope in his seat all day expressionlessly, and type on that stupid laptop all day. It's not like he had a sense of humor or was really sweet or something.
I don't even know how the kid does it. How do you live like that?
I tried to be like him for one day once, and pulled off the whole emo feel until Kiba made me laugh so hard I spit milk out of my nose.
I reached around my pillow and hugged it close to my body. Some guys just have luck like that I guess.
"Naruto!"
Oh, god my dad sounds shitfaced.
I got up as quickly as my lazy body allowed me, and raced towards my door, fumbling with the lock. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the click signaling a locked door and stepped back, falling onto my bed again, my eyes drooping shut…
THUD. CRACK. SPLINT.
My blue eyes shot open at the load noise and I hazily lifted my head to find my door knocked off of its hinges. Standing in the broken door frame was my drunken father.
"Naruto," he repeated himself, his words coming out like cotton. "C'm ova here" he mentioned with his fingers to come to him.
I swallowed a hard lump in my throat, and meekly got out of bed. I stopped a few feet in front of him, biting my lip.
"Yea, Dad?" I scratched an absent itch on the back of my head.
"C'm here" his eyes were droopy, and he reeked of beer. I took another step. He lifted his hand, and I immediately flinched, getting ready for him to attack me. Instead, he rested his hand on my shoulder, grabbing it firmly.
"Ya kno-m" he slightly burped in his sentence. "I luff you." He pulled me into his chest harshly, wrapping his dangling arms around me. I froze as he began to run his fingers through my hair. "And I nev'r wanna hurt you." My mind went blank, as he rubbed my back in a poor attempt to be gentle.
I tried to step back, but he refused to let me go. His hand was traveling down my back, and fumbling with the hem of my pants.
He let out easy moans, feeling the smooth skin under my shirt.
Oh, god, why is this happening?
I held my breath as he pushed me against the wall and nibbled on the skin under my chin.
A silent tear ran down my face.
I can't let this happen.
This is not my father.
I kneed him in the stomach. It was the only thing I could think of at the time to do.
While he fell to the ground in pain, I darted as fast as I could out of the house, tears now streaming down my cheeks. As I reached the front door I heard him scream after me, but I didn't care at the time. All I knew was that I needed to leave, and as quickly as possible.
I jetted into the woods as if I were flying and ripped through the branches, my whole body going numb.
My mind blanked out.
I only knew two things. One: I was running. And I had to keep going. Two: I was crying. And the tears weren't stopping.
Something was crawling on me. Absentmindedly I flicked it off my skin, hoping it wasn't a spider.
Sitting up, I heard a low thumping fading away. I opened my eyes in time to find it was a little white baby rabbit that must have been sleeping on me. Poor little guy.
Oh, god where am I? All I can remember was running…
Oh… right…
I stood up, unsurprisingly dizzy and a low annoying headache was beginning to form. Crap. Where do I go now?
I'm in the middle of the woods. I don't even know what way my home is. Not that I'm going back or anything.
Am I going back? No. Of course not. Not after that.
Oh for heaven's sake I'm 16, I can't just run away from home! How will I take care of myself? I can't live out here in the woods. Sooner or later I'll be filled as missing and there will be a giant search party andeveryonewillthinkI'mdeadandthey'''lltakemydadtocourt-
Ok.
Ok. Calm down. Staying in the woods is not an option. Maybe I'll hang at Kiba's?
No, he's skiing. Damn him. It's fucking June Kiba!
Crap.
Well… I guess I better start walking at least. I live in the middle of the suburbs there has to be a road somewhere.
I began walking in the first direction that hit me. I suddenly stopped and listened without telling my body to do so. Like my body was guiding my unconscious thoughts.
A faint sound of water trickling was heard.
The stream!
All I have to do is follow it upstream, and I'll get into town right by the pizza place!
I started walking, my breathing slow and easy to match my footsteps, in a desperate attempt to not think about the future.
They both started to grow faster and before I knew it I was sprinting. I have to go some where. But where? The Police? No. Bus station? Maybe. I'll pick up some money somewhere and go to live with my godfather, Jiraiya.
It doesn't matter, anywhere but here. I can't stand this scenery. And I've .
Then I saw it, a clearing in the trees.
Oh god I can't stand this forest any longer!
I made it to the clearing and caved inward, falling to my knees and panting hard. I looked up.
My mouth fell open.
It wasn't the town. It was a house, bigger than a mansion.
The sound of trickling water I heard was their front yard water piece.
I licked my lips to find that I was extremely thirsty. We'll, I better ask to borrow a phone.
Unless of course I woke up in some alternate universe where they don't have phones or something. I think I'd reached a sense of insanity enough to believe that as long as it meant a warm place to sleep.
I walked up the white cement steps onto their front patio, feeling much too out of place for this house. I hadn't considered my appearance before. I must look like crap.
I rang the expensive doorbell before even considering the fact these people might be psychopathic killers. I mean, who lives this deep in the woods? They were probably assassins with this much money!
I heard faint thudding occurring on the other side of the door and a high, dainty voice yell "I'll get it."
I took a deep sigh as a nice young redheaded twenty-ish-year-old opened the door and gave me an instantaneous look of worry. Was she wearing a maid's outfit?
I stumbled on my words. What was I supposed to say? "Um, hello…"
"A-Are you ok?" she asked, but cut me off before calling into the house. "Itachi, come here for a minute."
A tall, very familiar looking man came to the door. His dark, raven like hair collected into a ponytail in the back of his head. His cheeks had what must be scars coming from the inside of his eyes downward to the corners of his mouth and I swear I've seen those cold, dark eyes before…
His face frowned and scrunched in confusion.
"Do you know this kid?" the maid asked.
"Um, no." he replied, looking deep into my face. I know this guy… "Are you ok?" he asked me.
"Uh, do you…I don't" What do I say at a time like this? 'Would you like some girl scout cookies?'
"Um, c-come in" he invited me in and I took in their extravagant foyer. The first sight I saw was the double staircase and the way they curved elegantly into the upper floor.
"Hey, why don't you-" the man started, then changed his words, "You can go freshen up." He then called up the stairs "Sasuke? Come here!"
I froze.
No way. It's a coincidence. There's no way this is Sasuke's house I -
That's why this guy looks so familiar! He's Sasuke's brother!
…
Damn it.
Why must this be his giant mansion in the middle of the freaking forest?
Sasuke came around the corner up the stairs, freezing upon seeing me all cut up and ragged.
"N…Naruto?" he spat.
We stared at each other, both of us gaping.
"You two know each other? Great." Itachi lightly put his hand on my shoulder. "Then Sasuke, could you please do me a favor and let him freshen up in your room?"
Sasuke blinked, gaining his damned blank expression again. "Sure."
"Um, excuse me?" the maid tapped my shoulder. I turned to her as she offered me a glass of water. I drank it, hungrily.
"Would you like more, sir?" she asked me politely, taking the glass back.
"No thank you" I mumbled then looked back up to where Sasuke had been standing. Apparently he'd found it right to walk back into his room without waiting for me. Some how, his older brother seemed to leave as well. It must run in the family, that bastard jean.
"Master Itachi has left for an outing, so you can just go on up to Master Sasuke's room," she explained. "When you get to the top of the stairs make a left, then walk straight. It's the first door on the left."
"Th-thanks" I muttered. This is so surreal.
"You can just drop your clothes in the hamper in his room I'll wash them later, and I'm sure you can borrow some of his to wear for the time being."
"Mhm." I nodded in agreement, though instantaneously my mind was saying 'There's no way in hell I'm wearing that bastard's clothing'. I made my way up the elegant stairs.
God this house is so big. I didn't know his family was this rich. I reached his doorway and tapped lightly on the partially opened door. Peeking into the crack, I saw him typing away on that stupid laptop of his.
"You can come in," he said flatly.
You can try not being a dick.
I walking in the room awkwardly, admiring the scenery and size. His king sized bed was in the far left corner, up against the opposing wall. Sasuke was sprawled across it, his laptop placed on his thighs as he leaned back against his pillow. To the left wall was a wide book case, filled with books, movies and CD's. In the far right corner opposing his bed was a giant desk. On its top shelf were various trophies and ribbons. -What could Sasuke Uchiha possibly have accomplished in his dull life?- A plasma TV was against the bottom wall to the right with a stellar stereo on the right wall next to it. Underneath the TV was every game system known to man kind. There were two doors in the center of the wall on the right and from the way it looked through the cracked doors, the first was a full-out walk-in closet, and the second was an extravagant, cream themed bathroom.
Damn.
I jumped as something soft smacked my face.
"Sorry I don't have any other pants; I know you don't really wear skinny jeans…"
I stared at the skinny jeans and t-shirt be threw me. Could you be any more heartless?
I groaned a reply.
He pointed without looking away from his computer. "The bathroom's the second door. Feel free to shower."
Idly I walked into the luxurious bathroom and closed the door, tossing the clothes on the floor. I took a look at the bathroom I was in. To the right of me was a full-length two-sink counter top with a mirror that reached to the ceiling. Further down was the toilet. To my left was a giant, marbled bathtub and- are those jets I see in it?- farther down more was a stand in shower, big enough to fit ten people comfortably.
Was this all necessary?
Across the counter were dozens of hair-care products and other various luxurious items. No wonder his hair was always so perfect. There has to be over a thousand products here.
I stared at myself in the mirror. God I look horrible. Cuts and bruises everywhere, topped with mud and leaves stuck to my skin. My bright blonde hair was matted, and covered in mud twigs and leaves from my previous forest-floor nap
I stripped off my clothes and hopped into the stand in shower, washing myself thoroughly. The warm water felt like heaven to my skin.
I leaned against the wall, falling to the floor. I still had the shampoo bottle in my hand and decided to read it. "Leaves you hair silky, shined and knot free!" I pursed my lips. I sure hope so, I need it. I wouldn't mind my hair being as silky as Sasuke's one bit.
I tossed the bottle aside and sighed deeply. Couldn't this be anyone else's house besides Sasuke's? Then I might enjoy being in such a profligate place. I've never been in a bathroom with a Jacuzzi before.
As I finished up in the shower, I threw on Sasuke's clothes. The skinny jeans weren't as bad as I had thought. They were quite comfortable and hugged my body nicely. Note to self: try on a pair the next time I go to the mall.
I sighed holding the door handle in one hand and my ripped, dirty clothes in the other. I opened the door and found Sasuke exactly where I had left him.
He noticed me come out, and we shared an awkward moment where we simply stared at each other.
"Where should I put my clothes?" I broke the silence, though I knew to put them in his hamper as the maid had said. I just couldn't stand the silence anymore.
He sat upward, placing his computer aside and pulled a hamper out from under his bed. I began to walk forwards but he stopped me with his hand.
"Sorry, but do you mind handing me my hair straightener first?" he pointed into the bathroom again. "It's plugged into the wall."
Get your own damned straightener.
I grabbed the straightener then handed it to him careful not to let our fingers brush. Didn't want bastard cooties. I then placed my clothes into the hamper and stood awkwardly on the side of his bed.
He collected himself on the floor by his bed in front of a large mirror and began to straighten his already straight hair.
He turned around to look at me. "You could lie down on my bed you know, I don't mind it getting wet."
"Mm" I moaned sitting down on the large bed awkwardly. I watched him work on his hair, the movements mesmerizing. At some point I had laid down on his pillow, but I have no memory of getting there. I watched him handle his hair with care, as he bit his lip lightly to concentrate on doing it correctly. Maybe I should try straightening my hair at some time…
"I'm sorry," Sasuke stated tonelessly, "This must be boring"
"Oh no!" I replied much too quickly, "It's not, really." To my surprise I wasn't even lying. Something about watching him do this was so… indescribably interesting.
"Ah," he went back to his work. "You must have a lot to think about."
"What do you mean?" I asked, hugging his pillow. It smelled nice…
He looked at me. "You ran away from home, didn't you?"
It got cold.
How does he know that?
"Wh- how-" I stuttered staring at him with my wide, blue eyes.
"I guess I'm right" he muttered.
I sat up in shock. "How did you-?"
"When a teenager is running through the woods like that it means he's running away from something that is going to attack him or hurt him. And being your dad has beaten you…"
That bastard! How dare he say that so dispassionately!
"How did you know he-?"
"You come to school a lot with many different cuts and bruises, and when your father is mentioned you get scared and avoid the subject. My guess is he got this way once your Mom died."
I stood up, outraged.
"How do you know-?"
"My dad's the head of the police; he's talked about your mother's murder before."
"Yea, but you don't-"
"I'm sorry."
…
My world spun.
Is this a joke?
This has got to be a fucking joke.
Is Sasuke Uchiha truly and undeniably being…
Compassionate?
I tried to get a look at his face, but he was doing a damned fine job at hiding it behind his sheet-like black hair.
My mouth shut instantly as I took a seat on his bed. "I-it's ok."
Why?
Why am I letting him get away with saying all of that so expressionlessly now? This is Sasuke Uchiha! You've always wanted a reason to bitch at him! Why are you ruining this chance?
'I'm sorry…'
It rang through my head in the same heartfelt tone he had used. I've never heard him talk like that before…
"Boys, it's 8 o'clock, dinner." The maid's voice rang from behind the door.
Damn, 8 o'clock?
"Coming." Sasuke yelled back, turning off the hair straightener and walking out of the room and down into the dining room.
This is utterly delicious.
Whatever this chicken is marinated in is so mouth watering.
Do they eat like this every night?
I cut off another piece and stuck it in my mouth, savoring the flavor.
The only ones at the table eating were me, Sasuke and his older brother, whom I have remembered was named Itachi. I wonder where his parents are…
It was quiet besides the sounds of clanking silverware. At first, I had the impression it was my fault, but now I'm getting the feeling it's always quiet at dinner time in this house…
The sound of the front door opening was heard, followed by two pairs of footsteps. Around the corner came an elderly couple, both having the same raven like hair and dark cold eyes.
"What is for dinner, Ryo~chan?" the male said, removing his jacket and placing it on the back of his chair before sitting down in it.
"Peach Chicken, Mashed Potatoes and Broccoli" replied Ryo~chan. I learned her name as well, it was Ryomako but she told me to referred to as Ryo~chan. It suited her. Her bouncy long red hair was pulled up into neat pigtails, and her lime green eyes shining from beneath her wisp like side bangs. She wore a casual maid outfit apron and all. She was cute, and had a good figure. What brings someone like her to be a maid at such a dull house?-
-Wait, did she say peach? Interesting… I need to get that recipe. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and not set the kitchen on fire. Probably not.
"Oh, who's this?" Sasuke's mother nodded at me politely and took her seat next to Itachi.
"Oh, sorry, I'm uh, Naruto-" I began to awkwardly introduce myself, setting my fork and knife down beside my plate, hoping to look sweet.
"He's going to be staying here for the night." Sasuke finished my introduction rudely then looked up from his place to my right and nodded at his father. "Is that alright?"
"Mm" his father moaned biting into his chicken. Yea, the bastard jean comes from their father's side. I could tell from the get-go.
"Oh, well great to have you Naruto!" his mother smiled brightly at me. Good to know someone in this family wasn't a coldhearted bastard.
"Oh, thanks for letting me stay, Mrs. Uchiha!" I smiled back, then decided to add, "You're house is gorgeous!"
She gasped lightly at the compliment, "Thank you! Please, call me Mikoto!"
It grew silent again as we ate the rest of our dinner in peace.
It was strange, waiting for everyone to finish before leaving the table, but I didn't want to mess with their ways, so I shut up and waited.
"It was delicious Ryo~chan" their father stated, his words not matching his cold tone. And even saying the cutsie ending 'chan' doesn't suit him "I won't be here tomorrow, remember."
I noticed a flicker of change in Sasuke out of the corner of my eye. I decided to steal a glance his way. I almost choked.
Is he trying to hold back smile of excitement?
No, Sasuke, excited? Impossible… But I could swear…
"I'll be out golfing all day tomorrow." I noticed Sasuke's face fall immediately and grew slightly annoyed. Does that mean it was excitement? Or was it something else? It was silent again, but Sasuke quickly decided to storm off, leaving me with his family, awkwardly.
"Um, thank you, Ryo~chan! You're cooking is delicious!" I added politely then followed Sasuke back up the stairs and into his room.
He was on his bed, stuffing his face into his pillow. I walked over to him. "Sasuke?"
"FUCK" he screamed catching me by surprise.
"A-are you ok?" I asked, somehow meaning it. I think he scared the part of me who doesn't give a fuck about him away with his last subtle line.
"No" he moaned, banging the bed beside him with his fist. "You're not the only one who hates his father."
I felt a plunge of guilt. It's not that I hate my father, I just dislike when he abuses things…
"Well… do you want to talk about it…?" I don't know why I was asking, but it felt like I had to. I'm not really that kind of guy, but what the hell? I was curious.
"Well…" he trailed of, turning his head away from me and towards the corner of the wall. "It's nothing really."
I sighed. "You expect me to believe that?" And I might as well get the story and emotions out of him so he isn't bitchey later.
He froze. His body went completely stiff. "My father promised me he'd take me to the Cabin tomorrow."
I paused, remembering how his father said he'd be gone tomorrow to go golfing. "Oh-"
He cut me off, his voice going ridged. "I mean, it's no big deal I guess, I don't really get excited about camping in that moldy old cabin or anything, it's just he promised. And we've been going to this place every year the first weekend of June for the past fifteen years and everything." I heard him sniff, "I didn't think he'd forget about that. He's been doing stuff like this for a while now."
"Ah," I fumbled with my hands gauchely "I'm sorry…"
"It's fine." His voice cracked a bit and we fell into a silence again.
"Ugh, sorry." He wiped his face with his hand after moments of quiet.
"It's ok, that trip was important to you…" I shrugged and watched as he froze again. He sat up, rubbing his eyes again.
"Could you get me my eyeliner on the bathroom sink for me?" he asked wiping away something that I could've sworn was a tiny, silvery wet tear.
"Sure" I turned around, and walked into the bathroom out of shear shock of seeing the kid I despise in such a mess. I searched the cluttered countertop for a tube of eyeliner.
Goddamn.
How much eyeliner does one guy need?
There must be three in every color here!
Red, purple, blue… my god!
As if reading my mind, Sasuke called in "The black one, please?"
Well that limits it down to about fifty.
I grabbed the closest open tube then walked back into the other room, to find Sasuke sitting upward holding a rather large handheld mirror, poking at the red puffs under his eyes and wiping away a trail of eyeliner that ran down his cheek and faded into his skin slowly. I swallowed hard, wanting it to be less awkward. What am I supposed to do? Walking in on the kid you hate kind of creates those 'gay baby' moments.
"Damn," he silently cursed into the mirror as I sat on the bed, handing him his eyeliner. "Thanks" he mumbled and began to apply the makeup.
I have never seen anyone put on eyeliner before. It's interesting to watch. He tilted his head upwards and closed his right eye, then carefully began to put a small amount on the outside edge of his eyes.
He bit his lip in concentration.
I sat and watched closely as he did the next eye, then apply some on the bottom part of his lashes. The way he worked was so… interesting to watch.
When he finished, he blinked several times, looking straight into the mirror then smudged the bottom of his right eye carefully one more time before deciding he was done.
"Sorry," he apologized again, his voice sounding rash. "I had to do that."
"It's ok," I hadn't realized I had been watching him so closely. I awkwardly leaned backwards onto my hands.
"Hey," His voice sounded oddly playful all of a sudden, with a hint of a smirk on his lips. I began to worry. A lot. "Want me to do yours?"
"O-…Oh," I spat out stupidly, unsure of what to say. "No thanks, I don't-"
"Hold on," he held up his finger, shushing me for the moment before he ran into the bathroom.
What the hell just happened?
"Here," he said, coming back and removing the cap off of another stick. Oh, god no.
"I-it's ok, really you don't-"
Before I could finish my protest, or comprehend the fact he would be doing my makeup, he had my head in his hands and began to gently apply the eyeliner to my eyes. "O-oh…" I trailed off, dumbly.
"Look up," he commanded as I obediently followed his orders. I was far too freaked out.
It seemed to take hours as he held me close, one hand under my chin holding it in place firmly. Our faces were so close I could feel his low breathing on my lips. His breath tasted like peaches.
He was biting his lip again.
"There!" he said, pulling back as he finished and placing the cap back onto the eyeliner. He held up the mirror, flashing a smile.
I caught two hitches in my breath. The first was at Sasuke, and the way his lips curved upward at me. The second…
My eyes looked amazing.
I could see the color he had applied was brown up close, but you could barely tell I was wearing any from far away. How did he do that?
All I could tell was my blue eyes popped out amazingly.
"That color makes blue eyes stand out; you could keep it if you want." He shrugged leaning back on his right foot, "It's not like I really need it anyway; my eyes are black."
"Th-thanks!" I spit out, taking the mirror into my hands and admiring myself closer. Wow, I will never make fun of guy-liner ever again.
"I could do your hair too, if you want." He offered, sitting on the bed in front of me.
"No thanks," I politely declined, quickly adding sourly "I think eyeliner is enough of a pretty boy change for me."
"Pretty boy?" Sasuke raised his eye brow.
I looked up at him, and smirked wildly. "Are you gunna deny it?"
He shook his head and turned away, trying to hide a small smile, "No" he admitted.
I smiled back at him, about to reply again when I caught myself staring at his lips. They were the most amazing shade of light pink, and softer than silk by the look of it. They looked-
"I really wanna hear your voice
Saying my name it sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak…"
At first I thought it was my imagination playing that song in my head, it wasn't until Sasuke gave a sound of annoyance and pointed to the desk behind me that it was an outside source. "Could you hand me that?" he asked bitterly.
I snapped out of my daze and rolled off of the bed and walked over to the desk. I immediately reached for the dark blue full keyboard phone I usually see him with at school, but I realized that wasn't the phone going off. Instead, it was a pink Razor that was flashing and playing the sappy song that had matched my thoughts.
Sasuke Uchiha has a pink Razor?
I choked at the thought, giving him a look.
"Just give it." His jaw clenched, and I would like to believe even just a bit of color rose to his face, but there was no possible way that could happen…
I grabbed the phone and tossed it to him, who opened the text and bitterly started texting back. He let out a scoff as he finished and tossed it aside, picking up his laptop and typing furiously.
"What was that about?" I asked, sitting at the bottom of his bed.
He paused. "It was Sakura." My face fell. "God she's so annoying."
"Then why are you going out with her?" I asked crossing my arms, much bitchier than I had wanted to be.
"I'm not dating her." He started typing even more furious. "She didn't ever think to consult me before telling everyone we're dating. Frankly I didn't and don't plan on dating her in the slightest."
I scrunched up my face. "So she randomly started calling you her boyfriend?"
I had barely gotten the words out before he replied. "Yep. And whenever I bring up the subject she acts so bluntly unaware of doing so."
"Then stop talking to her-"
"As if I can. She's so annoying!" he sat up, placing his laptop aside and leaning in close to me. "You know she got me this phone even though I already have one and told me I can only use this one to talk to her with?"
My mouth dropped. Sakura did that?
He fell backwards. "Sorry I'm talking about your crush like this and everything, but damn that chick annoys the shit outta me."
…
What?
My eyes widened. "M-…my crush?"
He looked back at me. "Yeah, you like Sakura, right? Which is why you hate me?"
My mouth fell open again. How the hell does he know this?
"N-…N-!" I couldn't form words. "I-I don't hate you-!"
"Oh please," he sat up, scoffing, "You can't stand me, Mr. 'I'm-Not-Saying-Thank-You'!"
My mouth shut tightly. I shrunk in my position with guilt.
Why had I said that? Why couldn't I have had a heart and just said thanks?
"I-I'm sorry," I apologized, clenching my fists, "I didn't really mean that."
"I know," he said falling back again. "You're just pissed because I was 'dating your crush'."
I fell deeper into my skin. Why was I so hostile to him? He's really not a bad guy… how could I be so heartless?
"U-um…" I wanted to ask 'How do you know I like Sakura? Is it that obvious?' but I was afraid about sounding dorky…
He looked at me, his eyes expressionless again, reading me straight through to my bones. He sighed, "It's plainly obvious. I mean, every time you talk to her you blabber like an idiot." He laughed at the last word.
I felt my face grow hot as I swallowed hard, and even though I knew it was completely true, I stuttered "I-I do not…!"
He shook his head of pitch black hair. "I'm not even gunna argue about this." Sighing, he laughed "If anything, you could have Sakura; I'm not even s-…" he fell off at his word, his eyes shining wide with worry.
"You're not even what?" I asked curious for an answer when it appeared he wasn't going to continue.
"Nothing, just drop it." He said, his expression going blank again.
He was what? Not sure? Not sure about what? I wanted to press the issue but I bit my tongue, telling myself it was of no use to ask. Instead, I though of another question that was bugging me for a while.
"How do you know so much about me?" I asked, awkwardly rubbing my arm and looking away.
He stared at me, appalled by the question. "I'm a good observer." He stated plainly.
"Oh," I looked away and breathed deep. "I'm still sorry, I've been a jerk to you."
"Yeah, it's ok, you were only jealous of me anyways." God he loves to rub salt in my wounds.
"Well I was gunna say you're really not as much of a bastard as I thought, but I don't think I am anymore!" I said, childishly folding my arms.
He stared at me again questioningly. "Bastard?" he asked himself. "Yea, I guess I am." He thought hard then reached for his laptop again, typing fast.
I watched him type for several minute. He kept that toneless gaze the entire time.
I wonder if it's ok to ask him… should I?
I really want to know… but I'll wait until slows down his typing speed from 100 words per second.
Damn, what is this kid? An computer major wouldn't be able to type that fast!
It took him a while, but I saw him pause and look over his work. His tongue licked his bottom lip before he bit it, probably wondering what to type.
I held my breath as I asked.
"Why are you always typing on that thing?" I tried to sound nonchalant, but with Sasuke's 'I-see-through-steel' eyes I'm sure he could tell I was actually sort of nervous about it.
He stared up at me shocked that I had brought it up, quickly smiling widely before looking down at his work again. "Nothing."
I pouted. "What is it?" I asked again, persistent.
"It's…" he trailed off, thinking hard about whether to tell me. "I'm afraid you'd make fun of me for an eternity if I tell you that."
"No I won't!" I protested sitting up closer between his legs. "Come on! Tell me!"
He sighed, a smile playing at his lips. "Fine, you really wanna know?"
I smiled wider "Yea!"
"Ok, now don't laugh." He assured me. "It's kind of like a journal."
I cocked my head. "What do you write in it?"
"I dunno, daily stuff, what I think that sort of thing." He sat up. "Ya see, I think easier when I type it out. And I like reading my past thoughts." He bit his lip, still hanging onto a small smile and began typing.
"That's really poetic!" I smiled. That's sweet. Why did I hate it when he typed in it again?
"Hey, Hey, You, You
I don't like your girlfriend!
No way, No way
Think you need a new one
Hey, Hey, You, You
I could be your girlfriend!"
His usual phone rang on the desk. Sasuke sighed loudly, greatly annoyed.
He got up and flipped open the text. He grimaced again, scoffing loudly and punching in the letters before hitting send and throwing it on the bed beside me.
"She changed the fucking ring tone again." He moaned.
"Who was that?" I asked as he sat down to my right, our legs pressing into each other. I suddenly became aware of how close we were.
"Ino," he spat, "she's trying to 'break up' me and Sakura and get with me. Girls annoy me a lot." He bit his lip, typing fast on his keyboard.
Ino's chasing after him too? What is with this kid! I mean, I know he has a nice face and awesome hair and dreamy eyes and a killer body and everything… b-but he's still a cold-hearted bastard and everything!
"I bet you get this too, don't you?" Sasuke broke my train of thought.
"What?" I snapped into reality.
"The girls?" he stared into my eyes, wanting for an answer.
"Um, not really," I admitted, blushing slightly at the subtlety. I was never really a guy to have girls chase after.
"Really?" he sounded unconvinced, "Strange…" he mumbled falling back onto his hands beside me.
"What?" I asked studying his face, becoming suddenly interested. I tried not to make it obvious.
"Uh, nothing," he laughed, "It's just I hear a lot of girls in school talking about your ass."
I felt my face grow hot. "Really?" Damn, my voice went high on that word…
Sasuke laughed and licked his bottom lip. "Yea… ha quite often might I add."
I blushed deeper as 'Girlfriend' began to ring again.
"Ugh, what do you want?" Sasuke screamed at his phone.
He squinted his dark eyes at the screen. I cocked my head.
"What?" I asked.
He chuckled, slightly annoyed "She's so…" he trailed off texting back.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"She just…" he bit his lip as he pressed the send button and flipped his phone shut. "First she asked if Sakura was over, then asked if she could come so I could teach her to draw." He shook his head. "That's not what she's intending though," he looked up into my eyes and nodded with his words, "if you catch my drift."
I bit my lip, "What did you say back?"
Sasuke rolled his deep eyes again and laid back. "No, of course. I said I have company over."
"Ah," I grinned at him, "Glad I could help!" He chuckled again and laid his hands behind his head. He took a deep breath.
Wow our legs are close. Our thighs were only touching, though at some point we had gotten so much closer…
I shook the thought out of my head.
"Does that mean you draw?" I asked, laughing at the thought. There's something I would've never guessed.
"Mhm," he answered with a dull expression."I've won several awards from art shows and stuff." He lifted his head from the bed. "Wanna see?"
"Sure" I laughed. I had to see this.
He got up and reached into a drawer under his desk, flipping open a scrapbook, handing it to me with a sort of nervous aura.
I was too stunned to speak.
Damn this kid can draw.
I wasn't expecting him to be this good!
It was extravagant! A horse was leaning up against the wall of its stable looking so real you could reach out and stroke it's mane. And each blade of grass was so detailed…
"W-Wow" I muttered. "How did you do that?"
He sat on the bed next to me, "You like it?." He reached for his computer and typed some more.
"Where did you learn?" I asked, flipping the page to an outrageous battlefield, eager to sign up for lessons. God knows I need them. Stick figures can only go so far…
He looked away, his typing taking a pause "Taught myself." Is Sasuke Uchiha getting bashful?
"That's amazing, Sasuke!" I gaped, then added "And I'm being serious, you have talent. Look at this old shack you drew!"
He chuckled, grabbing the book out of my hands and tossing it to the floor "This is why I don't tell anyone that I draw."
"Why, because you get praised?" I nudged his shoulder, "Get used to it, you're gunna get plenty of it."
He smiled, then held his shoulder where I nudged him. "I guess."
I stared down at my feet, trying to remember every detail in the pictures I managed to look at.
I suddenly felt a wave of a sickly strange air. This is really weird.
I'm sitting in Sasuke's room, on his bed, and praising him about his artwork.
Wow. Didn't like, three hours ago I thought this kid was the son of Satan?
Sasuke laid down, resting his head on his hands again, this time on his pillow. I moved to the other side of him so he could stretch his legs out all the way. I heard him sigh beside me as I rested on my hands, leaning back.
"This is strange," he said, and I was certain for a moment he had read my mind. "I've never had someone else in my room and enjoyed their company besides Ryo~chan."
I blushed. What should I say to that? "Um… you're welcome... I guess?" I caught his dark eye as we laughed slightly.
He sighed again, letting out a yawn. "Yea…"
His yawn made me yawn as well, the way yawns work contagiously like that. I decided to lay back next to him. I realized suddenly how tired I was.
As I laid back, I felt myself his something warm with my head. Unconsciously I made the tube like object more comfortable, then cuddled closer to something warm on my right…
It took me a while to realize what it was. Sasuke's body.
My eyes shot open and I sat up "I'm sorry!" I spat out and moved over, my face felt bright red as I had just done the unthinkable.
Sasuke looked away "It's ok, I didn't mind."
I blinked several times, calming my heartbeat.
"I really didn't mind, don't sweat it." His voice was toneless again. I stared back at him, swallowing a giant lump in my throat.
"O-oh…" I dumbly faced the other way.
"Why don't…" his voice trailed a bit as he changed his words. "Let's get ready for bed, I can bet you're tired."
"Y-yea." I guess we aren't going to talk about that anymore… thank god.
He got up and walked into his closet then called from inside it. "What do you usually wear?"
"Um," I can't tell him I only sleep in my boxers… "Just pajama pants."
"Ah, me too." He called back as he came out, throwing me a pair as he stripped off his pants to slip his on. I looked away, blushing, even though his boxers remained on.
"Hold on," he muttered to himself, running over to grab his laptop, which he had to reach over me to grab. He had forgotten to remove his black tank top…"Sorry" he muttered as he climbed over me to type in it. As he began to type, I stood up and removed my comfortable skinny jeans, and slipped on the pair of pajama pants I was given. I stripped off my t-shirt that was also given to me, and sat next to Sasuke on the bed.
I wanna know what he's typing… what does Sasuke Uchiha think about?
He saw me staring at him and smiled "Sorry" he said for the billionth time today, finishing up his typing then turning the laptop off and standing it on the windowsill by his bed.
"It's ok, you could've kept typing, I don't mind" I wasn't lying either. Watching him do stuff… it caught my mind and I could watch him for hours. Just the way he does stuff. He's so… graceful.
He laughed, "You're tired" he lifted the blankets, waiting for me to get under them.
Wait… We're sleeping in the same bed? Isn't that weird? Sasuke doesn't seem to think so… but usually I use a sleeping bag or something and sleep on the floor or an extra bed or something. Does he always sleep in the same bed as his guests? But then again I'm the only one who's been in this room that's he's liked… And it's not like the bed couldn't hold us, I'm pretty sure it was meant for three adults to sleep comfortably.
I shrugged and was about to go under the covers when he stopped me.
"Wait, the air, sorry," he pointed upwards to an air conditioner on the ceiling. "If you press that button it'll go on, sorry, but I need it to be cold or I can't sleep."
I smiled "Me too." I stood up and reached for the red button. It was slightly out of my reach.
I stood up on my tip toes and tried to reach. Who the hell puts an air conditioner on the ceiling? Almost falling, I readjusted my footing, accidentally stepping on Sasuke's foot.
It happened so fast. I tried to pick my foot up before inflicting too much pain, but I only ended up making myself loose balance. I toppled on top of him, our faces falling but a centimeter apart.
I stopped breathing. As I stared into his dark eyes, which stared back in utter shock.
I couldn't move. I was an inch from his face, on top of him and on top of it all, his body just felt so warm.
I tried to move back, but my body wouldn't let me. I swallowed hard.
I stared into Sasuke's eyes, Sasuke who was literally frozen.
Wh…what?
Is he… blushing?
Oh my god he is!
There was no denying it this time, Sasuke's face was full-out red. I pulled back, this time successful. I hadn't realized our fingers had interlocked with each other until I pulled back and got caught on it. Sasuke withdrew it almost too quickly. I sat up on my knees between his thighs and stared at his face. It was beat red.
I didn't think Sasuke could ever turn any other shade than bleached white.
And then it hit me.
The real reason why Sasuke didn't like Sakura.
He was gay.
Of course! That explains so much!
He wears skinny jeans, his hair is always perfect, he hates when girls get too close to him, he coordinates his outfits so well… he writes in a journal… and I swear he shaves his legs…
I thought I saw an Adam Lambert CD!
Why hadn't I noticed it before?
It's so plainly obvious! No straight guy could ever be that good looking!
Oh, god, what do I do?
"I-I-I'm sorry. I'm such a klutz!" I spat out, talking too fast to understand myself. "Ididn'-ohhhI'msosorryareyouhurt?Ididn't-"
I shut up as Sasuke sat up, staring into my eyes. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, feeling far, far too close.
Sasuke's eyes blinked as he pulled back slightly. "You're blushing." He pointed out. His face was suddenly back to the bleached white shade, and a strange emotion was at his eyes.
His words caught me off guard. "…I-…I am not!"
A smile tugged at his lips as he reached on the ground and pulled up the mirror and presented it in front of my face.
I stared into it, disbelieving my eyes as I saw myself cherry-faced.
Damned mirror.
"S-so!" I shoved the mirror aside. "You're whole face was bright red a few seconds ago!"
"Naruto?" he avoided my last accusation and stared into my eyes questioningly, then grabbed my chin in his fingers and tilted my head closer in the slightest. Slowly, pulled himself in. My eyes glued shut hearing my uneasy breathing waiting for his next move. My heart was beating so loud it throbbed in my head.
I heard Sasuke chuckle, getting obvious (and slightly creepy) amusement out of my reaction.
That bastard.
He pulled in closer slowly, his perfect nose brushing mine lightly. I tried pulling back, but I knew it was no use. I could sense a smirk lingering at his lips by his breathing.
He then lightly touched our lips. An electric shock raced through my veins. It was only a touch, barely a kiss at first. He then readjusted my bottom lip with his own, matching our lips up perfectly before plunging in slightly deeper to give a last soft drag on my lips before slowly pulling away.
As his lips left mine they panted lightly as his gaze watched my skin deepen in color. His eyes traveled down my chest. A wild smile caught his lips. I followed his gaze to the lump in my pants.
The lump in my pants.
Why is there a lump in my pants?
Did I… enjoy that?
My mouth hung open slightly as Sasuke looked back up at me. My eyes darted from Sasuke to the lump and back several times, each time Sasuke's smile widening.
Before I could comprehend what had happened, Sasuke was on me again kissing me deeply. Our lips massaged each other for several moments, Sasuke paused breathing deep before pulling in again to kiss me deeper.
He was still smiling.
His body moved on top of mine, and I felt a hand travel up my chest. I gasped into the kiss.
I pushed him back, our lips leaving with a smacking sound. His eyes opened, hazed at first, then began to worry. He clenched his jaw, his entire face getting redder and redder by the moment. He looked away, awkwardly fumbling his hands and swallowing. Fingers ran through his hair, pulling it out of his face for a moment. He caught my eyes then shamefully looked away.
Fuck it.
I jumped him. Yeah, I fucking jumped him. I don't know what dumbass part of my brain overpowered me, but I couldn't control any part of my body rationally. I grabbed his face, smashing our lips together with enough force and speed to reach Mach 5. I scared him, obviously, but it didn't stop me from shoving my tongue past his lips, tasting a bit of his tongue before he grabbed the back of my head and tried to gain the upper hand.
Sasuke took my body and swung me around quickly, placing my head on the pillow skillfully without breaking the kiss in the slightest. The sudden movement surprised me, and I let him gain entrance deep into my mouth. As if magnetic, our bodies linked together, pressing into each other.
God damn this kid tasted good.
Sasuke's hand rested on my waist, then glided up my chest. His middle finger rested on my nipple, and he began to wiggle it, moving it around in wide circles. My chest flinched away for a second, as I gasped.
Damn it felt good. It felt really good.
I had to break our kiss to breath; his hand was over whelming me.
And he pulled back.
He's stopping.
No! Get the fuck back here!
My eyes tried to flutter open, but they wouldn't let me keep them open. I reached my hand out to feel him, finally gripping his tank top that he never got the chance to take off. I pulled him back down and kissed him hard, my tongue ripping into his mouth as if punishing him for leaving.
And so we continued. My hand slid from gripping the fabric onto laying on his shoulder, constantly feeling the smooth skin it found.
Sasuke pressed our bodies together as I redirected my hands to slide under his shirt. They grazed upward, lifting the fabric with it. We had to separate for a moment to let the clothing off of his body, but we kept our rhythm. We pressed our bare chests together, both of us admiring the touch.
Sasuke suddenly then rocked our hips together. His erection was rubbing into –get this- mine- and the feeling was delightful. I had to stop kissing as he pressed harder. I tried to muffle myself from moaning, but it was no use.
Sasuke chuckled, and pressed again slightly harder. He chuckled harsher as my reaction got slightly louder.
"Sh-Shut up-p!" I sounded much less intimidating than I had wanted.
He chuckled again, then placed a light kiss on my cheek as he rubbed our erections harder.
I bit my lip. It was too much to handle.
Sasuke continued while kissing my neck lightly, nibbling down on the skin every so often. His tongue licked over the reddened areas.
Sasuke pulled back again, and mumbled a "Wait". I felt him get up off of the bed.
Where is he going? Come back!
I was left in a daze, my mind screaming every curse word at him to get the fuck back over here.
"My god" I heard myself whisper to myself. This feeling was overwhelming.
Sasuke came back, tossing something to the side of the bed. He was back on top of me, sitting on my thighs. What is he doing? Come on! I wanted to reach up and grab him again, but I found no object to pull him down with. He chuckled. Damn him.
He slid up my body, and we began kissing again. He was playing with me, I could tell. His one hand rummaged through my hair, while the other traveled down my torso, lightly pulling at my pajama pants and feeling the skin under them. His other hand came as well, softly leaving my chin and fumbling around my torso. They both pulled down my pants and boxers combined, removing them and neatly and tossing them on the ground. He then skillfully removed his own and threw it to join with my clothing on the floor.- I remember dumbly thinking that I hoped they were as happy on the floor as we were on the bed.-
He placed his hands at my hips as we kissed several more times. He pulled back, and lowered himself down to my waist. He reached over to something and picked it up. I heard a small 'click' before he tossed it onto the bed beside us again.
He waited a moment, then placed two fingers at my entrance, running around the hole first. My eyes were completely wide. It was such a new feeling.
His fingers toyed with me at first, playing with my heart as if he was testing how fast he could make it go. A finger entered in slowly. I winced at the feeling. I was debating absentmindedly whether it hurt or was absolutely pleasurable. I went with the second option.
A few moments later another entered, and they scissored themselves inside me, opening me up. I hissed at the pain, but it made me feel like I was going insane. I wanted more.
No sooner had I wished so I felt him brush against a spot that made me give a very loud, embarrassing moan. He chuckled, the bastard, making sure to press harder on the spot. I tensed, feeling my legs try to close, though they only pushed into Sasuke.
I heard a click again, and a few moments later his fingers were out of me. I whimpered.
My eyes fluttered open, questioning the wait. Sasuke's eyes grabbed me. There was an uncertain, meaningful look peering deep into me. He was asking me.
Do you want me to?
I swallowed, feeling very hot. I clenched the sheets, feeling myself shake. With that swallow I built up some courage, the feeling gathering in my gaze, giving a silent, nervous yes.
Sasuke leaned up to me and before I could comprehend it, he kissed me. It was a fleeting sort of kiss, but though it happened before I knew he kissed me, I could read everything in him through it- I could tell just how nervous he was. His breath quivered over my lips, as he hesitated and pulled back. I blushed. I didn't have much time to get too flustered about it, as I, admittedly, probably would have.
My eyes went wider than ever. My mouth gaped as he slowly pushed inside of me. I felt him shudder when I tensed, stopping himself from going in deeper.
"Naruto!" I heard him gasp as he grabbed my waist. I didn't pay attention, my thoughts were pretty much mush.
He grunted as he continued to move in deeper inside of me. My mouth was gasping for air as I kept feeling him slid in, farther and farther. Every time I thought he was done, he managed to fit in another inch.
Finally, he reached the end. I gloated in that moment, my body arching up into his as he brushed that spot again, before he began to slide out, much quicker than going in. I trembled at the feeling of it slip out, though I didn't have much time before he plunged in again, slowly still, pulling it out again when he was all in. He kept going, my body arching up into his each and every time.
His slow thrusts soon quickened, and we were soon in a rhythmic pattern. It was heaven. He was heaven. My hips buckled into him automatically, trying to keep his pattern. He was getting more and more into it, practically ramming me now, each time hitting that spot that just made me break.
Everything was way too overwhelming for me. This feeling was far too new, and I could feel the hot, swirling feeling in my lower abdomen getting far too powerful. I could feel it- I was going to-
"Sasuke!" I heard myself scream, as I covered my mouth with my hand blushing furiously. I accidentally looked straight into his eyes. He was in shock. His beautiful features gaped at my sudden outburst. His cheeks filled with color. It happened quickly.
I moaned loud as it came out, biting my lip harshly feeling my stomach become coated with the hot thick fluid. I tensed, which put Sasuke far over the edge. He threw his head back and grunted loudly as I felt my insides get hot, sore, sticky, and in goddamn pure bliss.
He pulled out of me for the last time, resting his head on my forehead to breathe for a moment, his hot breath tickling my lips. We stayed like that for what felt like hours, both of us in shock at our sudden intimacy.
He finally lifted himself off of me, panting harshly. He laid down to my right. My eyes blinked, as the bliss overtook my body. My eyes shut. He put his arm around me and I pulled me in so I could rest my head on his chest…
I found myself slightly awake, listening to the sounds of quick light clicking, mixed with a helping of louder clicks, indicating the sound of a space bar. I numbly hugged onto the object I was laying on, and pressed my face into it.
A light hand ran its fingers through my hair smoothly. I drifted off into sleep almost instantly.
So I think it's weird that it took me this long to write a SasuNaru. It was the first pairing that got me into Yaoi (and admittedly got me into liking anime) *laughs as she remembers the first page of any manga she ever read [ohh Jake, you sure do know how to make someone loose innocence]*
To this day, I get people saying how 'canon' it is and stuff, but honestly, it's a really great pairing. It makes the most sense in the show, yes even more sense then NaruHina. But since that day, I became infatuated with the entire series, wanting more and more fan service from Kishimoto. ^,^'
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