This Author's Note is important (and REALLY LONG, sorry) because it explains stuff. Please read this one before continuing, as the story will make more sense.
I like fluff (at times), but I wanted to try writing a story that deals with more of…sad love. (Examples: unrequited and seeing the person date someone else, rejection, abusive…Those examples might not be in the story, I'm just explaining.)
Before you read, there are a few things to keep in mind:
—Sasuke and Naruto are seven years old and there will be many repetitive words in their sentences. This is just to show what their relationship was like. I changed Naruto to liking to stay clean besides when there is ramen, just because I don't want to write about an overly messy person.
—Because Sasuke's family is not dead he still acts like his sweet, overemotional self (of which he was like before the massacre.)
This is the rewritten version!
Edit1: Fixing some mistakes (which I should have done before), changed Itachi from a high school/college graduate to a Freshman. I don't know how hard the first year of high school is, but who cares. Extended chapter—Extra little story near the bottom. Minor additions (like talking).
Don't get the summary? Here's a longer description…
Sasuke and Naruto are childhood friends. Naruto later finds himself falling in love with Sasuke (and falling hard). Too bad when he confessed Sasuke didn't take it well and also left to go to Japan before answering (they live in America). Eighth grade, when Sasuke gets back, is basically the worst year of his life. Then sometimes along the way, he meets socially awkward Gaara, who somehow falls in love with him, but he still likes Sasuke. Read the story to see details of the drama!
Okay, that basically said the main plots/events…but if you read, you'll find out how everything happens. Worth it, right? (I hope so.)
"Sasu-chan!"
Twitch.
"Naruto! I told you not to call me that! It makes me sound all girly!" Sasuke yelled at Naruto. He mustered up his best glare, pointed in the direction of his blond haired friend. Naruto didn't so much as falter, just grinned back brightly.
"But Sasu-chan—" Naruto was smacked lightly upon the head by Sasuke. He pouted and rubbed it with a whine.
A devious grin appeared on his scarred face. (It was scarred from a car accident, from which his parents died in. He now lives with his aunt, Tsunade.)
"There's nothing wrong with saying Sasu-chan!" he said, dancing just out of reach of Sasuke's fist. "I mean, look at you. Your skin is all soft and pale like a girl's." He laughed as Sasuke tried, yet again, to attack him.
"Well, Naru-chan," Sasuke replied with a smug smile—Naruto's mouth fell open with shock— "At least I'm not afraid of getting dirty like you are."
Naruto growled. His cleanliness had nothing to do with being girly! He just preferred things to be neat and clean!
Naruto lunged forward, tackling Sasuke to the ground.
They fought for a bit, and ended up nearly on the other side of the park. Both of their hairstyles were messed up, and they each had a few bruises. They collapsed a few inches away from each other on the soft, plush grass.
They lay there panting, and then suddenly burst out laughing.
"Your face looked so funny—" Naruto gasped out through his laughter, attempting to straighten out his now dirty clothes.
He didn't bother with his hair because it was always messy, no matter what.
"Not as funny as yours, I bet," Sasuke replied, smiling.
A big shadow loomed over them.
"Sasuke. Naruto. What were you doing?"
The person tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for an explanation.
"I-Itachi!" Sasuke cried out nervously. Naruto stared sheepishly at Sasuke's brother. Itachi helped his little brother to his feet, and the same to Naruto, who he considered almost his own brother.
"Really? You two are already seven years old and you are still doing things like this?"
"We—it was Naruto's fault!" Sasuke exclaimed in a panic, pointing an accusing finger at Naruto.
Naruto blinked his bright blue eyes in shock.
"Wha—! No it wasn't! Sasuke was making fun of me for liking to be clean!" he yelled out furiously.
"Only because he called me 'Sasu-chan' and said I was girly!"
"Well you called me 'Naru-chan'!" Naruto argued back.
"So? You're way more girly than me!"
Itachi was forgotten in their new argument.
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
Itachi sighed, rubbing his forehead and hoped his headache would go away. These two had caused him more headache than school ever did, and high school was tough. He flicked both of them on the forehead. Hard.
"Ow!" they both whined at the same time.
"You two, shut up."
They were used to being told 'shut up', so they didn't react much to it like normal kids, which Itachi was thankful for. He didn't think he could deal with the two going 'oooooooh' like it was a horrible phrase.
"I don't care who started it," he continued. "I just want to know what I'm supposed to say when they ask what happened to your clothes," he said, gesturing to their dirty and torn clothes, "again!"
"Oops?" Naruto answered. It had to be their 3rd set of clothes ruined that week.
"It doesn't matter," Sasuke butted in. "We can just buy more, right?"
Itachi rubbed his temples again, the headache flaring up.
"Money doesn't work that way, Sasuke. You don't just go around, throwing away money like that when you could just take care of your own belongings!"
They stared up at him with apologetic eyes, a pair of vivid blues and another of bright black. He sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Let's go."
He walked them over to the car and drove them home to the Uchiha mansion, lecturing them the whole way.
Of course, for Naruto, he started humming halfway through and totally forgot what he had heard, causing Itachi to roll his eyes and give up.
He knew kids were hard to take care of, but he doubted there were any worse than Sasuke and Naruto. They could be extremely evil when they wanted to, and Itachi was lucky enough to never be targeted by them.
Once, they had attacked his—their—father, Fugaku. Well, not attack in a literal sense. They somehow got their hands on hair dye of a brilliant auburn red.
Naruto—he was sure it was Naruto—convinced Sasuke to help him mix it into Fugaku's shampoo.
When Fugaku came out, he was really unhappy to see his once black hair to shine at him in the ridiculous red color (well, he though red was ridiculous for hair, that people with that color should all dye it black; black was much more practical).
He had yelled and ran out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet, and proceeded to ground Sasuke and forbid Naruto from coming over for a whole month.
Of course, they paid him no attention and continued to hang out, Sasuke even sneaking out sometimes just to see him.
So with a heavy sigh he had just made them apologize —which surprisingly, they said sincerely—and let them go.
Itachi swore he heard them muttering about how it was 'too easy', but his parents never believed him.
"Itachi! What happened to their clothes!" his mother shrieked hysterically. In her mind, she felt that someone had attacked her poor baby.
"Nothing!"
He grabbed a bottle of Aleve© and some water with another long sigh. His life was so not fair.
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First chapter done! Sorry for the overuse of "—(long dash)" and/or "-(hyphen)". No drama yet…that's further into the story. Sorry about that too, but at least you got a semi-fluffy chapter.
And oh my god, poor Itachi for having to put up with all that!
Yay, childish arguing! I still argue like that once in a while with my friends even though I'm fourteen XD. It's fun at times!
Aleve© is for headaches, right?
Oh and, the 'girly' stuff? Yeah, I'm a girl, but I'm 99.9% positive no guy would want to be called girly. (The 0.1% is in case I'm wrong, haha.)
(Ha, my Author's Notes makes this chapter appear way longer than it actually is.)