"If you wish to FORGET anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be REMEMBERED."
-Edgar Allan Poe (Famous poet)
"Hey, kid!" Soya called from across the store. She was struggling to hold up several cases of soda, legs shaking, and was leaning against a shelf for support. "Get your moping ass over here and help me out, will you?"
I shook my head at her, wondering why she referred to my ass as moping, and said, "Kid has a name."
"Whatever," she said. I sighed and pushed myself off the counter to lend her a hand. I grabbed a few of the cases from her and set them on a shelf. She sighed and stretched her back for a moment, then rubbed it and leaned against a shelf.
"What's up with you?" she asked, jerking her chin in my direction, as if there would be any other "you's" she could be talking about, and somehow I'd get it mixed up.
I tilted my head. "What are you talking about?"
She laughed a bit and said, "You've been sulking around the store all day. I swear, that negative aura of yours is about to spoil all the produce." She crossed her arms. "What's been irkin' ya?"
I shrugged, sticking my hands in my pockets.
"Don't give me that," she told me. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
"You've been freaking me out lately," I said.
"What?" she said confusedly.
I chuckled. "What with all of the caring and stuff, it's really weird."
"That's not it, is it," she said, not satisfied.
"Nope," I said with a grin. She scowled at me, narrowing her eyes and moved her hand in a "go on" fashion. I looked up at the ceiling and shrugged again. "I dunno," I said, eyes tracing over the lines between the colored boards. "Lots of stuff." She raised an eyebrow. She obviously wasn't having any of it. I shifted my back on the uncomfortable rest, hearing a couple glasses of something scoot back, and continued to stare upward. "School, mostly."
"What of it?" she said, urging me to go on.
I shrugged again, not knowing what to say exactly. "Grades, I guess," I lied.
She started to walk away and slugged me in the shoulder on her way. "Well, you better get them up or I'll cut your hours so you can study!" she said to me.
I scoffed. "Whatever! You just added hours on my schedule!" I said, walking past her and punching her back in the shoulder.
"Hey, watch that arm of yours, kid," she said with a smile, rubbing the spot where I'd punched her. "Any stronger now and I'd think your one of those ninja," she joked.
"Me?" I said, pointing to myself. "Ninja?" I widened my eyes in mock-surprise and put my hand on my chest as if taken aback. "What on earth would make you think that?"
She couldn't help but laugh a bit at my stupidity. "And wise-cracks like that, too."
I laughed and scratched the back of my head. As she walked away, I had this sudden urge, something I had to say… "Uchiha," I said suddenly.
"Hm?" she said. "You mean that Uchiha kid?" she asked. I nodded, wondering what had possessed me to blurt it out so suddenly. She crossed her arms. "Man, the damn kid is everywhere, I tell you. I see him in the newspapers, news, every-fucking-where. Spelling bees, tournaments, everything. He must be some kind of prodigy or something." She leaned against another shelf. "What of him?"
I shook my head. "Nothing, really. The name just popped into my mind," I lied.
She raised an eyebrow. "Huh." After a moment of just looking at me with that intense expression, she uncrossed her arms and started to walk away. "I don't blame you, he's everywhere. It's kinda hard for me to stop thinking about how talented the kid is, too." She sighed heavily as if it irritated her to talk about it. "Damn kids these days, parents pushing them too much…" She mumbled something about how the world was so fucked up and walked on.
Perplexed, I went back to the register just in case a customer came.
Ha, if only she'd known how right she was. About everything. Her joke about me being a ninja was right, and that look she gave me when I mentioned Sasuke just screamed "I know!"
She was usually dead-on about the things I did, but she was only ever joking about it all. It gave me reason to think that she was a ninja. Sometimes I'd wished that I was able to be more open about it. Soya and I might even be able to fight it out sometime. I wished that being a ninja wasn't illegal.
Those longing thoughts aside, I pulled up a chair and sat at the counter, leaning my elbows on the counter and resting my chin on my hands. I sat like that for awhile , gazing at nothing, mind rampant, then after realizing how uncomfortable it was, let my head collapse into my arms completely.
I had an urge to start ripping out chunks of my hair, to grab a brand new toothbrush off of one of the racks and brush my teeth right here in the store.
I felt vile. Dirty. Wrong. Disgusted. I wanted to smash my head on the cash register until bills started fluttering around me and coins fell to the ground. I wanted to hit something with brute force, not holding back, even when the impact hurt me, too. Breaking something sounded like a good option, but I knew that it would come right out of my paycheck, and with my temper, I'd end up breaking more than I'd intended. Also, knowing Soya's temper, I decided against it, because I valued my life.
I settled for going out back for a break and smoking one of Soya's cigarettes from the pack she left out there with her lighter. I'd only smoked once before, when I had first started working here awhile back, and I hated it. I was curious as to why Soya always did it, and tried it myself, only to get my ass chewed out by the final boss herself. She was like a mom, sort of, by the way she yelled at me for it. And to be honest, I regretted it. I couldn't stop spitting for the rest of the day. But this time, I was desperate to get the taste of Sasuke's mouth out of mine, and I knew that the strong taste of lingering smoke would do the job best. I coughed at the burn that gathered in my throat, thinking that I'd probably breathed some paper in or something. The burn spread into my lungs and stomach. I hacked it out for a bit, then increasingly grew accustomed to its scalding qualities. I smashed the butt in the ashtray, cleared my throat a few times, and continued back inside. Soya told me that I could go home early that day. I think she smelled the smoke on me, because I hadn't made a single effort to try to hide it, but she didn't say anything. I had a feeling that it was another one of those ominous moments of hers and thanked the heavens that she hadn't kicked my ass for it.
"It's nice for you to join our class today, Naruto," said the teacher, Iruka, not bothering to look up from his grade book for a moment to look at me. He had noticed me sneak in and made a note that I was tardy. "For your failure to be here on time," he said to me in front of the rest of the class, "I want you to stay in here during lunch today and clean the boards." A couple of the students in the class snickered, and I turned around to scowl at Kiba, who I knew had to have been one of them. He stuck his tongue out at me. I resisted the urge to jump over a few desks and sock him in the head. "Got it?" Iruka sensei asked. He held out a little yellow slip of paper that read off my tardy and lunch detention.
"Got it," I repeated, grabbing the slip and continuing to my desk sluggishly. I sighed and plopped into my chair as Iruka told the class to get out their homework, the homework that I'd forgotten to do. I was sure I'd be reprimanded for it later.
"You look like you got two hours of sleep," Sakura said amidst the murmuring class, turning back slightly.
I leaned back in my chair and propped up my feet on the back of her chair. She pushed back to try to knock them off, but failed and gave up. "Try one," I said. "Maybe even half."
She turned back completely. "What were you doing last night?" she asked me curiously, the tiniest hint of worry glinting in her eyes, but it was still mostly curiosity.
"Couldn't sleep," I said, telling the partial truth. I was really sitting up in my bed most of the time, head in my hands. My sheets smelled of smoke, along with my pillow, rubbing off of my body or something. I jumped in the shower and washed as much of it off as I could, but no amount of effort got the stench of smoke off of my bed after lying in it first. So I washed my sheets, too, and pulled out another set. I brushed my teeth furiously, several times. I lied in bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. I was trying desperately to get certain thoughts from my brain before I slept. No matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to control the stream of thoughts that pummeled my conscious. Later thereafter, the same thoughts pummeled my subconscious, replaying in my dreams, twisting and contorting it into something thousands of times worse than what it had actually been. Needless to say, I had some personal things to take care of when I woke up in the morning that had caused me to be a little late for school.
"That stinks," Sakura said, knocking me out of my reverie. "I hate when I can't sleep. Usually it just happens the night before we take a big test. When it happens, though, I just light a scented candle. I really like floral scents, like lilacs; they help me relax and get to sleep easier, and blah blah blah…" She continued to ramble as I continued to ignore her.
As Iruka sensei went over the guidelines for the book report that we were supposed to have written, I lied my cheek down on the cold surface of my desk, reveling in how amazing it felt on my pulsing temples. I had a raging headache that made me feel as if a train had just hit it.
My subconscious decided to be a douche bag and replay my dreams for me in all of the variety of colorful ways I'd dreamt them the night before. I groaned against the surface of my desk as the bell rang loudly, the sounds vibrating in my ears. "Fuck's sake…" I mumbled before getting up.
I glanced across the classroom automatically—and there the bane of my rage and exhaustion was, staring right back at me, a tiny smile spreading across his face.
Lunch time came all too slowly, and before I could continue to the cafeteria to sit with everyone, I remembered that Iruka sensei had assigned me a detention. I'd forgotten about the detentions a couple times before, and it only resulted in the punishments being multiplied in either occurrences or length. Either way, I was never happy about it. I walked on back to the classroom hesitantly.
"There you are," Sensei said, seeming in a rush. He straightened out some things on his desk and fixed a stack of papers. "I was called out to a quick meeting for a couple minutes, maybe, so can I trust you to stay in here at least until you finish cleaning the boards?" he asked. Before waiting for an answer, he shook his head. "Oh well. If you don't clean them, I won't be so nice about grading the next time you forget to do a homework assignment."
"Oh, thanks about that," I said. "Sorry I never finished."
"I doubt you ever started," he said honestly with an amused smile.
"You're probably right," I told him.
He chuckled and grabbed a stack of papers and a binder. "Alright then," he said. "Get on cleaning," and then left the room.
I huffed and leaned against a desk for a minute, and after my short time of procrastination, I went into a cabinet in the back of the room and pulled out some all-purpose cleaner and a roll of paper towels, figuring that if Sensei were going to be back soon, I better get on working. I was nearing a halfway point when the door opened. I continued cleaning without looking over at who it was.
"Hey, Sensei," I said. "I'm just about half-done," I told him. He didn't respond for awhile. "What?" I said. "Was the meeting that bad?"
Someone pressed their body against mine, pushing me to the board, knocking the bottle of cleaner and towel out of my hands. My face and chest were pressed against the now-clean board and a stream of breaths fell on my neck.
"I have a feeling you're not Iruka," I groaned, trying to push back against the person that had trapped me there, but I was just that—trapped. They had my hands pulled behind my back tightly. "What do you want from—" I was cut off by the feeling of a warm tongue slide across the side of my neck. "Fuck!" I shouted. "What the hell are you doing!"
Sasuke chuckled. "What?" he said. "I can't have a little fun?"
"You can't have anything," I told him. "Not as long as it has to do with me."
He smiled, as I could barely see in my extreme peripheral vision. His tongue grazed the skin of my neck again lightly, and I tried to fight back against it. He kissed the flesh and licked it some more.
"Cut it the fuck out!" I demanded, wriggling against his hold on me. He only held on tighter.
"Why should I?" he asked.
"For one," I said, "Iruka's gonna be back any minute now!" I struggled to steady my breathing as he continued kissing. "And two, I'm gonna kick your fucking ass if you don't!"
"Heh, I'd like to see you try."
"Oh, would you?"
"I would."
I stopped struggling for a moment, arms relaxing into his firm grip. I tilted my head to the side a bit and he saw it as an invitation and bit down slightly. Shit, my plan for getting way to head-butt him was definitely out! I kicked backward at him but totally missed. I could beat the living shit out of a guy in an alley and outrun the cops, but I couldn't get an Uchiha off of me? How pathetic was I! He only responded to the attempted kicking by pressing the rest of his body against mine, forcing me into the wall completely. I could feel his calm breathing and steady heartbeats on my back as he lapped at my neck, sucking lightly.
"Iruka's meeting was extended," he told me. "He won't be back until at least the last period after his prep."
"How do you know?" I asked, nearly grinding my teeth.
"I stopped by the office."
No! I was waiting for him to walk in so that I could expose Sasuke for who he was, for what he was doing… But he had it all planned out. First, he attacked me where he knew no one else walked, then in the classroom where no one else would be. What a sly dog, I admitted to myself. He'd make a perfect ninja, I thought.
He kept one hand to hold on to both of mine while the other moved up to turn my head toward him. When I resisted, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to turn. I shut my eyes tightly when he took my mouth on his, refusing to think that anything was happening. This isn't happening, I told myself, eyes aching from being held shut so tightly. This isn't really happening, there was just some freak accident where I hit my head that caused me to think that Sasuke has the hots for me.
"You can't ignore me," he said, realizing that I was being completely nonreactive.
"Yes, I can," I argued.
He kissed me again, hand pinching my cheeks to open my mouth. He shoved his tongue in, letting it glide across mine effortlessly. I tried to pull my tongue back, but he reached his over to mine and found it easily. I grunted against him but he only moaned back. I tried to push him backward with my lower body but he pressed even harder, pelvis totally in contact with my ass.
Suddenly, the kiss was broken unexpectedly and I was being dragged away. Sasuke threw me into Iruka's desk chair. It wasn't like the student chairs, but had padding and everything so that the teacher could be more comfortable than everyone else (of course, if I had that job, I'd want to be as comfortable as I could, too). But then wasn't the time to worry about comfort. Before I had time to even think about standing up and making a run for it, he was straddling me, pressing himself against me. He kissed me again, this time fiercer, hands grabbing my shoulders roughly. I groaned at the pain that it caused when his fingernails dug into my shoulders through my uniform shirt. I pushed against his chest with force, but he wouldn't budge. He tugged at the collar of my school tie to loosen it, and hands slid down the front of me and snaked under my shirt. His hands were ice cold and I shivered slightly at the touch. He started to unbutton it. He grinded his hips against mine and I accidentally let out a small whimper against his lips, feeling him smile at the reaction he'd gotten.
He broke the kiss for a moment to nibble on my earlobe and say, "I'm going to break you, Uzumaki."
My eyes widened at his words. "W-what!"
"You heard me," he said, pulling at the lapels of my shirt. "I didn't stutter." He forced the shirt off of me and tossed it carelessly onto Iruka's desk. He kissed my neck again, then collarbone, then chest, lying a trail of warm kisses.
My thoughts were running wild. First it was denial. He wasn't serious. He really was not serious! He couldn't have been! He was the top-fucking-dog for Chrissakes, messing around with the bottom-feeder! Then, it progressed to demeaning him. He wasn't going to. He didn't have the balls to. He didn't have the fucking huevos to do anything! Soon after, it was pure fright. He couldn't. He shouldn't. It was wrong. It was… It was just wrong. He was going to take this from me, take one of the only things left to my name I had! He couldn't do that! Then, it turned to a somewhat form of agreement. He was going to, and there was no convincing him otherwise, so I might as well be quiet about it if he did…
And he was definitely going to. There was no denying it any longer.
Sasuke's hand moved swiftly to unbutton and unzip my pants. He pulled them down to my knees and his fingers danced over the hem of my boxers, but never pulled them down, surprising me. I thought that, the moment he had the chance, he'd yank them down and throw them on Iruka's computer, litter the room with my clothes a little more.
He gave me one quick kiss on the lips and stood up. I glanced up at him with wide eyes, clutching the edges of the seat. I didn't realize I had been holding my breath for most of the time until I released it and panted heavily, didn't realize how hard I'd been holding on to the chair until I relaxed and my fingertips were red. He shook his head to fix his ruffled hair and it fell perfectly in place, of course. My mind was blank, nothing coming up, not a sarcastic remark or a pissed off gesture. I just sat there, staring up at him curiously, wondering just what it was that he could have wanted from me, just at that moment. I mean, a second ago, wasn't he going to…?
"You might want to do something about that," he said casually, smirking. He then straightened up his uniform shirt and tie combo and walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind him.
After a moment's hesitation, I put my shirt back on, fixed my tie, and started to pull up my pants—when I realized that it wasn't going to work out, because I had an erection.
I stared down at my hardened cock, dumbfounded.
What in the fucking fuck was my body thinking, getting all turned on at the thought of Sasuke doing those dirty things to me!
A little more than pissed off and a little less than scared, I stood up and ran over to the classroom door. I nervously peeked my head out to see if anyone was wandering around the hallway during lunchtime, glad to find no one. Sasuke really did have that planned out. With a sigh of relief, I ran out into the hallway and down a ways until I came upon the empty bathroom. I locked myself in the farthest stall and let out a pissed off sigh when I sat down on the cold porcelain. With increasing, everlasting shame, I jerked off to the thought of Sasuke's mouth around me instead of my hand.