I'm not dead! I'm just kinda lazy. I've been sort of busy with school and then any free time I had was spent reading fan fiction. Sigh, I'm obsessed, but I'm kind of proud of it.

Anyways sorry for the wait, I didn't really have writer's block or anything. Just wasn't really inspired to write anything new. I hope this chapter is up to par with my other stuff because I rewrote it like three different times before I deemed it plausible. I'm going to try to update more frequently because I'm on spring break, but don't expect too much. The AP Bio teachers at my school want the students to get started on the 20 chapters we have to learn by May. Well I hope you enjoy.

The sky was blue; the first day in the last two weeks that didn't have gray clouds looming overhead. Orange, red, and yellow leaves had fallen from all the trees around Konoha. Leaving behind the darkening skeletons of the dormant arbors. A light, refreshing breeze blew through the city, reminding the citizens to wear their jackets, even on this beautiful day.

It should have been a crime to be stuck in a classroom on such a day. But that's, unfortunately, where Uzumaki Naruto was at the moment. He was supposed to be listening to what ever Asuma-sensei was lecturing about, but his mind had decided against that. He wanted to be outside, on the roof, eating Sasuke's lunch; he never bothered to bring one since Sasuke didn't mind sharing. But no, he was stuck mourning the wonderful weather from his window seat in the back of the room. He sighed heavily for more than one reason.

Uchiha Sasuke sat to the right of the blonde boy, watching him with slightly worried eyes. Two days prior he had told Sasuke to not visit his apartment, even in the morning, at anytime for the next week. He said the maintenance crew was spraying for "gigantic roaches."

Sasuke didn't believe Naruto's excuse , but opted to not press the matter. He was hiding his brother's arrival and threatening knowledge of their relationship from Naruto, so that entitled the blonde to his privacy. But he couldn't squash the tiny bit of anger that arose in his mind. The only person he loved was purposely keeping him away, though he'd never let how this affected him show.

Ring. It was time for lunch.

It was Sasuke's turn to sigh as he watched Naruto from the corners of his eyes, pack his bag and walk out the door without a single acknowledging glance. He hated how they had to act at school; as if they didn't even know the other person was alive. And when they walked together in the morning, one of them would have to wait a block away from the school for five minutes before proceeding.

This was all Naruto's idea. The blonde had defended that he didn't want anyone to know about them because he was afraid that the female--and possibly some of the male--population of Konoha High would kill him. He went into this huge rant about all the horrible things they would do to him; mumbling every once and a while about "crazy women" and "poles."

As he reflected upon this, two girls made their way over to him as he swung his bag over his shoulder. One of them had blonde hair and blue eyes; neither of which were as vibrant as Naruto's. The other had almost blinding pink hair and green eye. Sasuke identified them as Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura, members of his unwanted fan club since they were seven.

"Sasuke-kun," the pink one started, "would you like to have lunch with me and Ino?"

Sasuke stared with indifference at them both. The stalking and courting had become less severe ever since he had blown up at almost every girl in school during the Konoha Descending Leaf Dance over a month ago. There were still girls that bothered him, such as the two in front of him, but they had opted to only approach him twice a week instead of everyday.

"No," he answered bluntly and walked out the door, still mulling over what had been on his mind before being approached.

Part of Sasuke agreed with Naruto about his decision to act apathetic towards one another. Girls were scary, which he further confirmed as he walked past a group of girls that watched him with strange glint in their eyes. Although this was true, the other part of Sasuke wanted to scream from the roof tops that he was in love with Uzumaki Naruto. And he wanted everyone to know that the blonde belonged to him and vice versa.

He walked through the halls, headed for the door that would lead to the rooftop of the school; experiencing a welcome feeling of déjà vu. At the top of, he opened the metal door and exhaled the breath he couldn't remember holding.

Naruto sat on the edge of the roof just like he had the night of the dance. He looked over his shoulder to the Uchiha, who had just closed the roof access door behind him. He gave Sasuke a big grin, that was returned with an almost invisible smile.

Sasuke walked over to the other boy and sat on the floor, his back leaning against the ledge. Naruto looked like a child, swinging his legs back and forth. Nothing was said between them as they both stared at the sky, neither really feeling the need to fill the silence. That would shatter the happy-just-being-together feeling they were experiencing.

But the silence was broken by a grumble of Naruto's stomach, followed by a slightly embarrassed smile. Sasuke chuckled, reached into his bag and pulled out a bento box and two wrapped rice balls.

"What are we having today?" Naruto asked, eyeing the lunch box in Sasuke's hand.

"Come down from there and you'll find out," Sasuke replied coolly, patting the ground next to him.

"Why can't I eat up here?" Naruto knew the reason why, but asked anyway.

"You might fall off and when you hit the ground, your brains will splatter and ooze all over the pavement. And then I'll have to get up and tell the janitor to clean it," Sasuke answered calmly. "Or there could be some unfortunate person walking by that breaks your fall."

"Hm, that doesn't sound that awful. I don't see why you'd care if that happened."

Sasuke snorted. He knew exactly where this was going. "I'd feel sorry for the person you would squish. I'm being a good Samaritan and looking out for the well being of others."

"Wah," Naruto feigned, putting his fists up to his eyes and pretending to cry. "Kage-chan doesn't care if I die."

"Why would I?" Sasuke almost lost his pretense when Naruto used his old nickname in such a cutesy manner, but remained impassive; unwrapping a rice ball and biting into it.

"You're mean!" the blonde was still fake crying. "Don't you love me? I love you."

'And his true intentions show themselves," Sasuke thought to himself. 'Damn blonde. If he wants reassurance, why doesn't he just say so. Ok, whatever, might as well have some fun.' "Hm, nope. I don't feel this thing called 'love' for you, Naruto."

Crocodile tears started forming in Naruto's blue eyes, which seemed to double in size.

Sniff. "I have nothing to live for anymore," the blonde said, making his performance extremely over dramatic. "No one loves me. I will be alone forever. I should just jump off this ledge and end my miserable life."

"Idiot," Sasuke grabbed Naruto's arm and yanked him backwards so that he fell on the ground next to the Uchiha. He pulled Naruto so that his back was propped against Sasuke's side. The blonde's head rested against Sasuke's chest, staring up at him with mild surprise.

"I don't love you," Sasuke continue softly, stroking Naruto's cheek. He leaned down and captured the other's lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled away, he had to smirk at the pink blush that stained Naruto's cheeks, blue eyes fluttering open. "Actions speak louder than words."

The blonde tried and failed to suppress the huge grin on his face. "I don't love you too," he whispered, grabbing the back of Sasuke's head and brought him down into another kiss.

A blonde boy stood in the middle of his studio apartment, staring at how spotless it was. He had just spent the last two hours picking up any stray items: clothes, ramen cups, food wrappers, etc. He had swept the floor, cleaned the bathroom, and made his bed, which lay in the corner of the room. The once empty refrigerator, now held and assortment of foods. The ramen filled cupboards were mixed with other, more healthy items.

Two days ago the boy had received word that he would be having a guest within a weeks time. This guest was his aunt; a cruel, unforgiving woman. She insisted to anyone she met that she was a saint for taking care of her deceased brother's son. But really all she did for the boy was give him enough money so he would never have to bother her. Although she was legally his guardian, she lived in another city about five miles away from Konoha.

The boy hated that woman. He had lived with her for the first eleven years of his life. That was until she finally deemed him to be too big of an annoyance to care for any longer, rented an apartment for him, and moved away. The boy had felt relieved when she left, as if the chains that had restrained him had been taken off. He smiled to himself, remembering her ruby red car driving away from his apartment complex after she had abandoned him there.

The orange light that filtered through the windows indicated that night was approaching. The boy sighed, hoping that tonight wasn't the night his aunt would be coming by. But at the same time, he wanted her to get things over with, so he wouldn't have to feel this foreboding feeling in the pit of his stomach. All these questions kept appearing in his head, making him nervous: What kind of business did she have to discuss with him? How long was she staying? Why all of a sudden was she contacting him? Was she moving back to Konoha?

He felt like throwing up. But before he could run to the bathroom and empty his stomach in the toilet, his front door opened and closed. Slowly, the boy turned around, trying to keep his breath even. In the doorway stood a slim woman with long, blood red hair, who was removing her black heels. She wore a white coat and a black, knee length skirt. Her skin was pale, but had a healthy glow to it. Face was round, framed by bangs and a layer of hair that came down to her chin. Her brown eyes were so dark that they seemed black, but when they caught the light, they reflected red. She would have been beautiful to the boy if she was a stranger walking down the street, but she wasn't. She was his Aunt Kyuubi.

She took a few steps inside Naruto's apartment, glancing around to criticize anything she could find. She frowned when she saw that there was nothing to scrutinize, so opted to find something wrong with Naruto's appearance.

"Hm," Kyuubi raised her nose, "you look like shit, boy."

"Hello Aunt Kyuubi," Naruto said trying to not growl out his words. "How have you been?"

The red haired woman took a seat on the floor in front of the table. "Until recently, trouble-free."

"Would you like something to eat or drink?"

"No, I don't want to be here longer than I have to."

'Yay,' Naruto thought, 'that means she won't be staying long.' "Well then," Naruto sat down at the table, across from his aunt, "what brings you by?"

"Hm, when did you learn some manners? It's quite astounding, really."

'Damn you. You bitch!' "Thank you, Auntie," Naruto tried to force a smile. "But what was it you wished to discuss?"

"My company is transferring me to England," she said as if that would explain everything.

'So…?' "If I may ask, what does that have to do with me?"

Kyuubi smirked, "I guess learning how to talk properly didn't aide your thought process, boy. Hm, the dumb will always be dumb.

'Fuck you!'

Kyuubi continued, " Although I don't want you to, you'll have to come with me to England."

Naruto's eyes widened. "What?! I have to move to England?"

"Quiet brat! You should feel lucky that I'm even considering taking you there."

"Why do I have to come with you?" Naruto was panicking. His life had just become bearable, now he would have to leave. "I haven't lived with you for five years. Why should it matter if you're in England."

"Because I was close enough to come and see you if there was ever a situation that required an adult. I have to take you with me, if I didn't you'd be too far away."

"But, I don't want to go."

"I don't want you to go."

"Then disown me or something."

"That would soil my reputation, you imbecile!"

"But--" Kyuubi glared at him, silently telling him that there was no getting out of this. Naruto sighed, "When do we have to go?"

"In a month."

Ha! All of you thought Naruto's aunt was Tsunade. Sorry, but didn't anyone notice that I made Tsunade the school's principle in chapter 12 of my first story. For shame XD! Anyways hope you enjoyed. Please excuse the lateness.