Warning:Yaoi, language, OOCness (hopefully not too bad)

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters in anyway. I only write to entertain others and for my own strange, twisted, yet loveable amusement. (And, I only envy Kishimoto Masashi for being able to think up of such a manga and characters! And Naruto and Sasuke are lovable in their own ways and together—bringing out the best and the worst in the other X3)

Caught in Awkward Moments

Chapter Two: In Front of the Bathroom

After twenty minutes of some serious eye scrubbing and mind repurifying, I have finally gotten rid of those images. Ugh, I shudder at even the mention of the words. Now, onto my other problem.

How to return the mysterious pink envelope with its perfume drenched purple love letter and so many hearts and other stupid decorations that it's making my eyes go all swirly.

Damn it. I am NOT going to enjoy this. How am I even supposed to return this to him? Go to school early and slip it on his desk when no one is there? But hell, that would require me to wake up super early! I groan so loudly that my neighbor in the floor below me smashes her broomstick into her ceiling, yelling in that shrilly voice of hers, "Be quiet!!" Naturally, I ignore her.

Wait a minute… If I remember correctly, back when we were younger, Sasuke always went to school early. I only remember this because he used to stop by my house and drag my half-asleep ass to school with him, the stupid prick. That means… I have to get there at like the crack of dawn just to beat the pretty boy there!! Oh please just shoot me now and get it over with already. Wait a minute…if I go to school early and put the stupid letter on Sasuke's desk, then I can just sleep until school starts without fear of being late! Yes! Oh, I am such a genius, throwing a bird to kill two stones. Wait, wait…is that even the right phrase?

Complimenting myself for a few minutes longer, I lay my head down on my desk, cheek pressed up against the wood and let out a satisfied sigh. Maybe…he'll get into an accident involving eggs and peanut butter on the way and he'll be late. Or, or maybe some old lady will fall and he'll end up having to help her. Or even better, she'll blame him for her fall and end up suing him which ends with baka Sasuke losing everything. That would be awesome.

As I run more fantasies through my head, I slowly begin to drift off to sleep. It would have been a great deal more enjoyable if my alarm clock didn't shrill in my ear with its annoying ringing an hour later!

My head perking up and my eyes not quite open, my head falls back onto my desk and my cheek lands into the little puddle of drool I've accumulated over the last hour. The ringing keeps going and gets—I swear, my alarm clock is possessed or something!—louder and louder and louder until it's a high-pitched whining sound which has got my neighbor downstairs slamming her broom handle into her ceiling and screaming bloody murder. Automatically, my hand slams down on the snooze button and it shuts up…for five seconds before starting up all over again. I'm telling ya, that thing is possessed. It never shuts up completely until I'm awake.

Unable to stand the whining of my alarm and the ramming broom of my neighbor, I finally wake up, bleary and feeling like I'm drugged. Geez, I only get an hour of sleep before everyone decides to ruin it. Glancing over at my clock, the hands are pointing at the twelve and the eight. It's only eight? Weird. Hey…was eight in the night always so damn bright?

Squinting until my eyes were mere slits, I catch of glimpse of my window which is brighter than the headlights of a car headed straight for you. It's so bright, I have to turn my eyes away, hissing. Stupid lights. And great, unless I'm hallucinating, I am now hear birds chirping. Birds…chirping. At eight pm?

My mind, which is still asleep, garbles out to me to put the damn puzzle pieces together myself and when I do, it's already eight fifteen.

Oh holy shit!! It's eight fifteen in the morning!! I slept through the entire day yesterday!? No, more importantly, I'm late! One more tardy and my ass is in after school detention for a week!

Azure eyes flying open, I trip over the legs of my chair as I abruptly stand up and attempt to run at the same time. I make a break for the toaster, throwing in a pop-tart before running to my bathroom to take the fastest shower I have ever taken in my life! I'm only in there for a grand total of seven point three seconds and once I'm out, my hands are groping for a fresh new uniform. Flinging the towel to some indiscernible place and grabbing the fresh clothes, I try to get dressed while brushing my teeth and drying my blond locks with another towel. By the time I've got my uniform on, it's askew and messy but who gives a damn; least I ain't naked. I toss my hair drying towel somewhere off to the floor and rinse out my mouth before diving for my keys, backpack, and my pop-tart which has popped up from the toaster.

Once I'm out the door, which is locked, I sprint faster than Lee when he is in the middle of his springtime of youth dash, my breakfast between my teeth. It's eight twenty-nine when I slide through the closing gates, just barely making it through by the skin on my neck. Willing my legs to go faster, I skid around a corner and burst in through the door, nearly sliding it all the way into the wall.

"SAFE!"

Every single pair of eyes stare up at me and I let out a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of my head. "Uh, morning guys."

"You're lucky man. Kakashi-sensei ain't here yet," grins Kiba, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

I return the grin, doing a small victory dance. "Yeay! No detention for Uzumaki Naruto today! Heh!"

Shrugging off the arm, I head over to my desk and plop down, a yawn stretching my mouth. Despite over thirteen hours of sleep, I am still really tired. Some girl, Ino, comes up over to Sasuke and despite knowing better, I eavesdrop on their conversation—er rather, her one-sided conversation to him, because I'm in the right spot and it doesn't require any movement or hard thinking.

She gives a nervous giggle and smoothes out her skirt, before calling out, "Sasuke-kun."

He barely even gives her a second glance—or a first for that matter. The dark haired boy does nothing to acknowledge her presence. I'm not shocked though. He's been like that since we were little, ignoring people he doesn't care for (meaning practically everyone).

"I was wondering if you," Ino pauses to let a shy blush paint her cheek, "got my letter from yesterday."

At those words, I let out a loud squawk of surprise and abruptly get up to my feet, the legs of my chairs scraping against the floor. "Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-What?! That letter was from you?! You wrote that mush-filled crap letter to Sasuke?! Why the heck would you write something like that!?"

At this point, Sasuke, who has not even bothered to give that poor girl even a second of his time, turns to face me, an eyebrow arching in question. As is everyone in the class. Man, I'm getting this feel of déjà vu kicking me in the head. It kinda hurts.

"What? What's it to you, Naruto?" cries the girl, face shadowed in growing anger. She held up a twitching fist. "And how do you even know that I wrote Sasuke-kun a letter?!"

Before I can even get a chance to properly defend myself, Ino keeps going, a crowd of people now coming over to watch this spectacle. "Tell me, Naruto. How do you know that I wrote Sasuke-kun a letter? And why should you even care? Unless… Naruto, do you like Sasuke-kun?"

I splutter, face red, "Wha-Wha-What??"

"Why else would you get so worked up over me writing Sasuke-kun a letter? Because I know for certain that you don't like me," she figures logically, smirking in triumph. The smirk quickly falls to a frown as she realizes just what her own words means. And the damage that they've done.

I choke on my spit, coughing too violently to explain myself and deny those absurd claims. Gaara steadily pounds on my back as I keep coughing and hacking. My only thought, besides wanting to live through this spit choking incident, is: How the hell does she come to a conclusion like that?!

"It's okay, Sasuke-kun! We'll protect you from guys like him," sneer a few of his fangirls, trying to crowd around his desk but ending up bickering with each other over who got to stand next to him.

When I finally catch my breath and the coughs have stopped, I glance over to find obsidian eyes staring intently at me. What the heck? Has he been staring at me the whole time? That bastard can't seriously think that I like him, can he!?

"Wait!! You guys can't seriously think that I like Sasuke! I mean, he's a guy! And a complete and utter asshole!" I yell at last, my cheeks still burning. Just the thought makes my skin crawl!! Really, how can anyone think that I actually like that bastard Sasuke when they fully know just how much the two of us hate each other?

Unfortunately, a girl shakes her head and says, skeptically, "Now that I think about it, it all makes sense. The reason why Naruto hates Sasuke-kun so much. It's because he has a crush on Sasuke-kun! Because you know, that's how boys are like. They always pretend to hate and fight with their crush all the time because that's the only way they know how to convey their feelings. Plus, the fact that Naruto keeps denying it like his life is on the line just makes it even more obvious. Naruto really does have a crush on Sasuke-kun!"

"Hey, it does make sense when you put it that way…"

"Ugh, that's kinda gross though."

"I always had a feeling that Naruto didn't like girls."

"Poor Sasuke-kun."

"Yeah, I feel sooo bad for Sasuke-kun, being liked by a guy like Naruto. That's just the worst."

This…isn't fair. This isn't fair!! How can those people believe that? I stab my finger at everyone and open my mouth to fully refute those comments when Kakashi-sensei chooses that exact moment to come in and steal my one chance at clearing up this stupid misunderstanding.

Everyone is heading back to their seats. Everyone thinks I like Sasuke. Worst of all, Sasuke thinks I like him.

"This isn't fair… This isn't fair!!" I whine from my spot, eyes wide and mouth gaping.

Kakashi-sensei just smiles cheerfully at me and I'm tempted to just jump out the window. This is so not fair!

By lunchtime, word has spread around through the whole entire school and everyone thinks that I have a crush on baka Sasuke. And I mean, everyone.

"It's not fairrrrr!" I whine for the umpteenth time, burying my face into my arms and whining. This has been going on for the past ten minutes and I'm pretty sure that by now, all of my friends are annoyed to the point where they just want to shove their food into my face to shut me up.

"Life's not fair. Suck it up, Naruto," says Kiba offhandedly, rolling his eyes at me.

"But I mean, it's not fair! Why does this have to happen to me, the great Uzumaki Naruto-sama, out of everyone? And why does it have to be that stupid bastard?" I complain, lifting up my head to pout. "This day really sucks! First, I'm almost late to school. Then, because I slept away the whole entire day yesterday, I didn't do ANY of my homework and am getting chewed out for that. Then, I can't find my book anywhere and I've looked everywhere possible for it! And finally, THIS! There are no words to even explain what THIS is! What the hell is THIS!?"

Shikamaru sighs, "God, so troublesome. It's your own fault, Naruto."

"What?! How it is my fault?!"

"You were the one who shouted at Ino for giving a love letter to Sasuke," points out Chouji in the midst of shoveling food into his mouth.

Lee nods at this as well, adding, "He has a point, Naruto-kun. You DID get rather jealous when you found out that she had given Sasuke-kun a love letter."

"I wasn't jealous!!" I screech, horrified. That's what everyone thought?! That I was jealous?! This is even worse than I had originally thought…

"Forget it," mutters Gaara, having finished his meal. "You becoming flustered will do nothing but encourage the rumors."

I moan in annoyance, saying with exasperation, "I'm not flustered! And more importantly, even you think that too, Gaara? This is unbelievable!"

Kiba knocks the back of my head with his knuckles, fed up with my loudmouthed complaining. However, after a moment of thought, he leans forward and says a bit curiously, "But hey, Naruto… You don't actually…like that Sasuke, right? I mean, 'cause, you really were freaking out back there with the whole letter thing."

I explode.

"Hell no! Of course I don't like that stupid prick!! How could you even think that, Kiba?! You stupid dog bastard!! Some friend you are!" I huff, giving him a hard shove and crossing my arms. I'm sulking now, eyes narrowed and cheeks puffed out because I can't believe that even my friends are doubting me now. We have known each other for years, and they have the balls to think that I actually like Sasuke after what he did to me? Ha! I'd rather date Gaara or even Kiba than that asshole… Not that I like guys or anything! I like girls! Yeah, girls! …Ugh, how the hell did THIS happen to me…

A group of girls point over at us and I'm positive I hear the words 'Sasuke', 'like', 'guys'. Good bye school life.

"Why meeee? It's so unfair!!"

"Why does it bother you so much anyways, Naruto?" comments Shikamaru lazily, playing with the straw of his juice box. "A baseless rumor like this will just be blown away in a few days. And besides, as long as you know that the rumor's false and Sasuke knows that, there's really no problem, right?"

A tick in my eye, I say uncertainly, "We-Well, I mean, I guess…but still! It bothers me! It bothers me one hundred percent! I mean, what if Sasuke doesn't know that it's not true?! What then?! Oh god, what if he likes me and…"

Before I can let my imagination run wild, Kiba hits my head and rolls his eyes. "Dumbass. If anything, I'd say that the chances of you liking him are way higher than him liking you."

"Geh! What?!"

"Anyways," begins Shikamaru again, sighing, "to blow this baseless rumor away, all you have to do, Naruto, is start an even bigger and wilder rumor."

I hold my cheek thoughtfully as I repeat, "An even bigger and wilder rumor… Hmm…"

Kiba, unable to hold himself back, laughs, "Why don't you just start a rumor about pretty boy? That'll be sure to blow away anything since his fangirls are so rabid. Like, oh I dunno, pretty boy is actually the one in love with you."

"That'll never work," Gaara points out, returning to his drink.

Shikamaru nods in agreement, "He's right. You have to think of something that is reasonable, yet outrageous at the same time."

Pouting, I huff, "What the hell, then? There's nothing like that. Baka Sasuke never does anything wrong in the eyes of those damn fangirls. He's like a sparkly icon in their stupid world. Hmph!"

Next to me, Lee suddenly suggests helpfully, "Naruto-kun, instead of trying to ruin Sasuke-kun, why don't you just tell him that the rumor isn't true."

I stare at him skeptically. Yeah, let's just go up to bastard Sasuke and say, "Hey, Sasuke, that rumor about me liking you? Yeah, completely not true. So, don't think I like you and accidentally try to come onto me 'cause secretly, you like me too, 'kay?" Like that would ever work. I snort loudly and shake my head. Going to tell Sasuke something like that would only encourage him to mock me about it. Flopping down on the desk, I say loudly, "Ah, forget it! So what if people think I like Sasuke?! Who cares? As long as you guys and the bastard know that it's not true, I don't care. ……Even if it means the end of my school life."

The dog loving brunet next to me grins and pats me sympathetically on the back, saying, "That's right, Naruto. Just forget about it. Just ignore those whispers in the hallways and finger jabs in your directions and the rabid fangirls coming up to you and interrogating you endlessly because you're in love with their prince charming."

Throwing off his hand from my shoulder, I glare at him before it falls short and I'm back to sighing in misery. It's loud, breathy, and leaves everyone around me falling into a similar black mood. But I can't help it because, now, everyone thinks that I am in love with Uchiha Sasuke, the bitchiest bastard I have ever met, including the said bastard, and there's no way I can prove that it's not true. There's a silence between all of us which lets me I wallow in peace.

"Maybe you should get a girlfriend or something to throw off the rumors?" Kiba suddenly says, chewing on his sandwich. He thrusts the bitten sandwich in my direction for emphasis.

At the idea, I perk up slightly and ask, eyes wide, "Do you really think that would work?"

"Granted that you find someone who's willing to pretend to be your girlfriend," shrugs the dog lover, grinning as he takes another bite.

And then I deflate again, stealing a half of his sandwich and cramming part of it into my mouth. Mouth full, I say, while giving everyone a lovely view of the mass of chewed up sandwich in my mouth, "There's no one that's gonna be willing to do that for me though."

Lee, being ever obliging, advises once more, "Just undo the misunderstanding between you and Sasuke-kun, Naruto-kun. That way, Sasuke-kun will understand that it is just a mistake and he will help to disperse the rumor."

"I think you're hoping for too much, Lee," chomps Chouji realistically. The rest of the boys nod their heads in agreement. Sasuke isn't so kind as to help discourage the rumor. He would do just the opposite if it meant getting to watch me suffer. I sigh, popping the last of the sandwich into my mouth and chewing thoughtfully.

As we sit in another silence, Gaara pips, "How did you even know that girl wrote a letter to him, Naruto?"

I freeze, giving a nervous chuckle as I swallow the lump of chewed food. Damn, I had secretly been hoping that Gaara wouldn't be sharp enough to point that out. Scratching the back of my head, I reach into my pocket and pull out the slightly crumpled pink envelope, holding it up for all of them to see. Gaara visibly reels back in disgust, giving the thing a death glare as though it would burst into a fiery pile of ashes.

"Geez, Ino didn't do such a great job on keeping herself anonymous," mutters Kiba, leaning away from it as well. "That thing practically screams 'Ino'."

"What is that?" he asks quietly, pale jade green eyes narrowed and glued to the pink threat held between my fingers.

Letting out another nervous laugh, I explain, "Yesterday, I went back to class to go get my book—which reminds me, I never got it! Where the hell is it?!—and Sasuke's stuff was still there. And you guys know me. I started looking through it some and that fell out of one of his notebooks. By this time though, he was already heading back for the classroom so I split and when I arrived home, bookless and tired, I noticed I was still holding onto that little pink thing. Funny, huh?"

"So, you stole his love letter, read it in the confidence of your own home, and then yelled at the girl who gave it to him?" sums up Shikamaru, raising an eyebrow at my stupidity.

My shoulders move up in a shrug as I say carelessly, "Yeah, pretty much."

"That decides it," nods the dark haired boy lazily. "Naruto, you definitely deserved everything that happened to you today. You brought it upon yourself. Ever heard of karma?"

Kiba slings an arm around my shoulders and grins wolfishly, "Karma is biting you in the ass. Hard."

I groan, slumping over my desk again. Back to wallowing I suppose. Because apparently, I messed with karma and now that it's pissed, it's getting its revenge on me as thoroughly as possible; and as painfully as it can. Stupid karma. As I beat a punching bag with the words 'karma' written on it with a metal bat in my mind, I stand up and mutter, "I'm going to the toilet."

They wave me away, holding up the pink envelope with disgust. I snatch it back, shoving it into my back pocket and making my way to the restrooms indignantly. As I throw open the doors, I find the last person on this stupid planet that I want to see. You guessed it. The bastard Uchiha, washing his hands nonchalantly and not even sparing a glance in my direction (even though he could see me in the mirrors anyway). I am tempted to say, "Whoops, wrong room" and just leave, but even I'm not so stupid as to know that it wouldn't work. As a matter of fact, it would probably just encourage those stupid rumors of me being helplessly in love with that loser. Hmph! If anything, he would be one in love with me, the great Uzumaki Naruto-sama!

Okay, crap, I really gotta pee. As I go to relieve myself, I catch Sasuke purposefully still washing his hands in a painfully slow way which hints that he has something to say to me. Although, what the heck would that bastard want…oh right, I'm hopelessly 'in love' with him.

I walk over to the sink to wash my own hands, choosing the one on the other end deliberately to ignore him. Once done, I turn to the towel dispense and as I'm pulling one out, Sasuke suddenly invades my personal space and is right behind me. I mean, like, I can freakin' feel his body heat radiating off of him and his breath fanning against the back of my neck causing the hairs there to stand up on end. A strangled squeak leaves my mouth as I twist the upper half of my body around and yell, "Wh-What the heck do you think you're doing?! Ge-Get off me, dammit!"

It is about then when I finally notice a pale hand snatching a paper towel to wipe dry wet hands. Needless to say, my face floods red against my own wishes and I can't seem to find my tongue to release a long string of filthy curse words, each more colorful that the last. Although at this point, I think that's a good thing because I think I would have been doing more nervous, stupid stuttering than cursing.

"Just what the hell did you think I was doing?" he asks pointedly, not even bothering to comment. His face is blank and I let out a nervous laugh which backfires into a heehawing noise. Damn, I just did the best donkey impression ever! Ha! I knew I was good!! …Too bad it was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Mouth gaping in horror and face red, I artfully closed my mouth and swallow the gathering saliva in my throat. He just keeps staring at me, gleaming onyx orbs locked on my face, and I am now sweating. I rack my brain for an excuse, any excuse that would make me seem less perverted and well…moronic.

"Uhh…I thought you were a burglar trying to steal my wallet in my back pocket?" I try. Man, if it even sounds stupid to me, just how stupid does it sound to Sasuke who's currently looking at me like I'm the stupidest idiot in the world.

There's an eerie silence, because Sasuke is trying to process my idiocy, and I am compelled into yelling out thoughtlessly (like nearly a third of all my comments), "Are you – Is this about that rumor? 'Cause—"

Sasuke appears to be on the verge of rolling his eyes, and does so, without actually rolling them. It's a talent of his. He quirks a brow but continues all the same, "I don't believe in such stupid, time wasting things like rumors. Got that, dobe?"

For both our sakes, more mine than his, I do not answer back, keeping my mouth zipped tight. While I feel immensely relieved that baka Sasuke isn't stupid enough to believe rumors like that, I also feel somewhat crestfallen at his answer. It's weird, but the feeling keeps jabbing into my side like the point of a just-sharpened pencil.

It takes me awhile to notice a flash of pink waving in my face as I'm trying to figure out how to get that jabbing feeling to stop. When I finally DO notice it, my face flushes red again and he just stares at me like he has been doing from the very beginning. There's nothing I should feel so embarrassed about. He knows fully well that it isn't from me, but nevertheless, the fact that he's waving it in front of me makes me feel as though it is mine.

"Although, if I hadn't seen it for myself, I really wouldn't have believed it," he finishes, a tint of mirth lining his voice as he makes the envelope flutter with a single movement of his fingers.

"Wh-What're you talking 'bout?"

Sasuke just smirks arrogantly and walks away, hands still dripping wet and an unused paper towel scrunched together with a pink envelope in one hand. With a flick of his wrist, both items are tossed into the trash can and he leaves the bathroom without making a sound. Baffled at his comment and kind of pissed off at his calm attitude, I rush out of the bathroom and yell at his retreating back, "What the hell is that supposed to mean, you bastard?!"

There is no one in the halls to witness this spectacle.

He is only a few steps ahead of me, not that far at all. If I reached out, I could have touched him. But I don't, of course. Instead, I wait for him to turn around and our eyes lock. This may be the wrong time to point this out, but if this were some kind of anime, I seriously think that blue sparks would be flying between me and Sasuke right 'bout now. And I would so totally be kicking his ass! Yeah!

Ahem, anyways. We're both quiet, just glaring at each other in contempt. His hands are securely in his pockets while mine are bunched up into tight fists beside me. Just another show of who has better control over their emotions. Unfortunately, I, for one, cannot stand the silence and I repeat heatedly, "What the hell is that supposed to mean, you bastard?"

There's a short pause and I almost think that he is just going to turn back around and keep walking away. However, the corners of his lips curl upwards into a haughty smirk and he says, "Exactly what it implies, usuratonkachi."

Urgh! There it is again! Special childhood nickname and taunt number two specially reserved for younger Sasuke. This time, I know for sure that I'm angry with him for using it. For thinking that he still had the right to call me that after what he did.

"Don't call me that!" I snap, jaw clenched and brows knit together in frustration. Hearing that name from his lips makes me feel like there's still a chance for us to mend our broken friendship. It makes me feel as though that's what I want when I don't. I don't, not anymore.

The smirk doesn't disappear and instead, Sasuke only whispers pointedly, stressing each syllable as though he knew what I had been thinking, "Usuratonkachi."

"Stop calling me that, you stupid bastard!" I yell, glaring daggers. "And back in that bathroom, what you said 'bout that weird rumor of me being in love with you…!"

My voice trails off. He is calm as ever, a brow raised high and obsidian eyes gleaming at me tauntingly. It pisses me off, the fact that he can always keep such a level head and stay completely calm in even the worst situations while I'm standing here yelling my head off until my voice goes hoarse!

I hate it.

I hate it all.

The fact that baka Sasuke thinks he knows everything to the point where he just degrades everyone else because they aren't up to his standards. The fact that he always maintains that air of calm collectedness around him, not even fazed by the most shocking of all things which would have any normal person (me) standing around, gaping like a fish out of water and screaming like a school girl with a burning crush. I hate it. It irritates me more than anything makes me feel inferior despite there being no reason for me to! I'm ten bajillion times better than him!!

My mouth opens to complete my last declaration, "Guess what!? It's true!! You're right again! That stupid rumor is true just like you thought, you stupid asshole!"

………………That…sounded really different from, "You're a stupid asshole that can't predict the future so stop acting all damn high and mighty like you're some kinda prince of some lame ass royalty." As a matter of fact, now that I reflect on it, it didn't sound ANYTHING like that. It actually sounded like I was confessing to him. But that's really stupid because, I hate him. Point blank. I hate him.

……Oh. My. Fucking. God.

What have I just done? What have I just said?! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOOOO!

My own mouth is hanging open but my voice refuses to sound as my larger than normal azure eyes stare at his own, now fully snapped open obsidian ones. Despite the whole situation, I am actually proud of myself, unexpectedly, because that is obviously NOT what that Sasuke bastard was expecting. His own lips were parted as his eyes doubled their normal size. He isn't calm and in control of the situation like he always is. And, it is a rather refreshing sight to see, if I get past the part where I CONFESSED to him, like some stupid giddy school fangirl who just saw the celebrity of her dreams for the first time in person!

"Wh…What…?" His voice comes out breathy and mentally, I'm smirking at the sound. It feels good to have finally caught him off guard. But once again, I confessed to him! What the hell?! Oh man. Why does my mouth keep having to open and put me into these weird positions?

Despite being blindsided by my sudden, completely unexpected (by both parties, mind you) his voice still sounds ever murderous to me. Why do I get the feeling that I've just signed my death warrant?

"You what?" he repeats, taking a step forward, having yet to regain his composure. I know that I'm like, five billion times cooler than Sasuke in every aspect and that he can't scare me with his pretty boy looks, but right about now, at the moment, he seems to be pretty intimidating. (HA! Horrible pun intended, 'cause I'm so awesome like that, my mind can even think of puns when I'm in a really weird, tense predicament!)

Taking a slight step back, I utter, just as bewildered as him, "Uh…I…"

It's too late to pass this off as a joke, right?

A/N: Wow, this took a really long time for me to get out :frowns: I'm generally not really happy with how it's turning out and it's only the second chapter! Haha! I guess it's because I'm so unused to first person and humor, it's kinda harder for me to write this. I really hope I can improve so that this can become into something that is worth reading, although I'm not quite sure as to whether I'll continue this or not, still thinking (I prefer writing angst SasuNaru 'cause it's more fun XD). Either way, sorry!