Uchiha Sasuke's Point Of View
Two weeks slowly but surely passed. Both slow but then fast.
Apart from occasional fights involving Suigetsu and Karin, nothing much happened.
But there was him. Uzumaki.
Though I never stood beside him, I knew he was my height, but in a way, he seemed to be more tall and proud.
When he smiled, usually at a joke or when reading out a passage, his smile seemed ageless, as if the smile could be owned by a six year old, sixteen year old or a sixty year old.
It seemed to mesmerise everyone, they
Hough I would hide my own expression behind the eyes of boredom.
"Alright, everyone, we are now handing back in our assessments." Uzumaki called out. Moving from the desk and walking past each student, expecting to receive a paper.
Three people had to hurriedly tell the teacher some far catches story, though Uzumaki would believe them anyway.
He had collected all of the work and was about to speak again when the bell rang.
He let out a sigh, "Always at the worst time . . ." He muttered, a few people letting out teasing laughs as they exited the class.
"Sasuke, will you be joining us?" Jugo was already standing, his bag hanging from one shoulder.
"No, I'm going to the library, I have to do some work."
I muttered.
"That's my Sasuke for you~" Karin sang out, though I was already out the door.
After both returning and borrowing books, I was beginning my slow decent from floor three to bottom, when I heard voices next to the staircase right below.
"What is it Gaara?" I recognised the voice immediately. Uzumaki.
"Listen . . . Naruto . . ." Now I knew, Gaara. He was the teacher for Geography and History at the school.
"Yeah?" I could hear both curiousness and slight impatience coming from Uzumaki's voice.
"I know it's only been a while . . . But let me say it." I could hear the humanities teacher take a breath before his words became strong again. "I love you . . . Uzumaki Naruto."
I was dumbfounded, leaning in to heart he blondie's response.
But there was silence.
"I wouldn't be surprised to find out that you don't feel the same, it wouldn't be like you at all." Though I knew Gaara had a usual calm voice, his words wavered.
"It's fine . . . Though, I don't feel the same. I will except your feelings. But . . . If you'll allow me, could we try dating?"
I felt my eye furrow. Why was he excepting, wouldn't it be a pain?
"Eh? . . . Oh, well . . . I like the sound of that, if that means I still have a chance." I could hear the slight pleasure come from the Gaara.
And I heard a chuckle from Naruto. "So please take care of me."
There was a grunt and a return of, "Please take care of me too."
Before I heard both footsteps moving away, going down the steps, the sounds slowly disappearing until there want antithetical sound apart from my heart, which was idiotically thumping.
I don't understand. Why is my chest hurting, aching.
As the thoughts of what just happened soak into details, I knew there was something.
I'm jealous.
But this can't be.