Forgot a translation, sorry my darlings:
Ojama shimasu- is simply something you say before entering someone's home. I believe it literally means "I will be intruding."
Sasuke felt the words in the pit of heart. Shock spilled into stomach and then anger followed, pooling in his fingertips as he clenched his fist.
How dare she?
His hands shook, how could she possibly pretend to understand?
If she really knew who he was talking about then she would have no objections to his goal. He deserved revenge.
Her red eyes didn't let up. She watched him with the same intensity he watched her. He found comfort in those eyes. His muscles relaxed a little as he recalled the few times that they had interacted.
Directly following his parents death she had brought him a bento box. The room was silent; he had arrived early because he had nothing better to do. He was just sitting there and she walked in with her head held high. Everyone else always called her shy but he didn't think so, shy people look at the ground and Naoko was never afraid to look someone in the eye.
She looked at him, red eyes glowing in the early morning light.
"Morning, Uchiha." She spoke casually like she knew him better than she did. Not using his first name but also not bothering to use a suffix.
He didn't reply, and she didn't seem deterred by it in the least.
She walked over and held the bento in front of his face. "Bento," She pointed out mildly, like he was blind and couldn't see what she was waving in front of him.
He glared at her and she put it down in front of him.
"I figured you would need one today. There's no drink so you'll have to buy one. I don't need the box back; it's not a very cute box anyway…." She continued to ramble on about nothing and he was truly shocked. She hardly ever talked in class.
The sound of the door opening stopped the sound of her voice and he missed it almost as soon as it stopped.
Over the years there were other times that she would do odd things like that. Arrive early, give him a bento box, talk his ear off, bring a flower for the graves on the anniversary, and he asked why only once.
"Because you spend too much time in silence, it's the silence that makes it feel like you're alone."
He was alone. He would always be alone. How would she know what it was like to be alone? With a mother there to make her a bento in the morning and father to greet her when she came home in the afternoon? His anger boiled. After she had said that to him he no longer accepted her meaningless acts of kindness, and they began to not get along.
He went out of his way to glare at her and insulted her whenever given the opportunity and she noticed and retorted with her own brand of insults.
Still, in his anger towards her he felt comfort in those eyes and her stupid brash speaking habits.
Her red eyes danced with the soft evening light, making them appear darker. Like a cup of dark red wine that he could drown himself in, or maybe like a pool of blood.
The blood of his parents flashed in his memory and he was angry again, mindlessly angry.
Kakashi's hand suddenly clasped at Sasuke's raised arm.
"Mah mah, let's all calm down for the evening. I think we've done enough today, we'll start tomorrow, with a survival exercise. Let's say five 'o' clock?" He let go of Sasuke's arm but didn't move. "I wouldn't recommend eating breakfast. I don't want anyone vomiting on their first day! Ja ne!" Kakashi's words were more of a smiling threat to accompany the grip on Sasuke's arm, and Sasuke clearly understood the threat as he stood back and shoved his hands in his pocket.
Kakashi was gone in a puff of smoke, and Sasuke sneered. What a show off. So you can disappear, but you can't avoid an eraser?
Sasuke watched Naoko's eyes peer through the smoke. She definitely wasn't shy, and she never had been shy. She would look death in the face without wavering, and that pissed him off far more than if she had been shy.
Naoko sprawled out across the hard wood floor sighing. She stared at her breakfast plate that was teetering on the edge of the counter and contemplated what her teacher had mentioned.
She knew that he was just trying to scare them into thinking that the first day would be a goory mess. She knew better, despite Naruto's terrified reaction. She sighed again.
God, what awful teammates, she thought turning her over on her side and curling up into herself. How frustrating…. She thought furrowing her brow before Kakashi's face flashed through her mind.
She sat up immediately with her face flushed. She didn't really need defending but the way he seemed to just appear between her in Sasuke, holding back an arm that was raised to hit her… She blushed a little harder. Even though she didn't need it, it made her feel good to be protected like that.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she imagined Sasuke's glare. He was such a brat; everyone fawning over him and being popular had ruined him. How sick. She then heard the bitterness in his goal to kill "someone". No, hate is what ruined him. He keeps simmering in his hatred. Tears stung at her eyes as she felt the familiar hatred of revenge swirling inside her.
She refused to dwell on it and pulled herself from the cool surface of the wood floor and picked up her breakfast onigiri.
She wrinkled her nose with the first bite and swung the fridge open to grab the soy sauce. She dripped a little onto the dry rice and looked over at the stove top. I wonder if I have enough time to fry these… Another bite of the dry rice determined the answer. Stuffing the last of the day old onigiri in her mouth she flipped on the burner and grabbed a hanging fry pan from the rack above the kitchen island. She dropped the pan on the stove and just as she was reaching for the soy sauce, a low knock came at her door.
She clenched her teeth annoyed, who in the hell was knocking on her door.
The voice came next, loud and annoying, "NAOKO-CHAN!" She cringed. Naruto. Then came a loud smack.
"Idiot! Don't yell!" came Sasuke's annoyed response.
"DON"T HIT ME-!" and Naruto's voice screamed on various insults and Naoko clenched her jaw a little harder.
The door swung open and Sasuke felt the anger seep through the air. "What. The. HELL. Are you guys doing here?"
Naruto physically shrunk with a nervous laugh. "Sasuke and I were walking to the meeting place, and I thought, I mean after I saw him, that we should walk together. I mean even though he's a total ass, I just invited him because he knew where you lived. So what do you think? Wanna walk with us?"
Sasuke felt the anger pulse in his forehead. Way to make me sound like a stalker. Everyone's addresses from class were in that booklet they handed out. It's not my fault you're stupid and didn't memorize it.
Naoko looked like she was going to boil over and beat the living daylights out of Naruto.
"Quit. Talking," she growled, grabbing Naruto by the ear and dragging him into her house. Her head snapped back in Sasuke's direction, "You led this loud mouth to my house?"
Sasuke shrank but quickly recovered, "tch. He wouldn't leave me alone. I didn't have a choice."
He watched her grip tighten on Naruto and suddenly felt nervous for himself before she let go of him with a sigh, "Well, are you coming in? You came too early. I'm eating breakfast."
"What?!" Naruto's voice screeched. "What about what Kakashi-sensei said?"
"What about it?" she asked.
Naruto was quiet and Sasuke slid into the house watching Naoko's movements carefully.
She slammed the door, "he doesn't want us to throw up. Well… we're ninja's. We'll have to get used to it eventually." She left them standing in the doorway and Sasuke and Naruto looked at each other.
Sasuke slipped off his shoes and neatly laid them down motioning for Naruto to do the same.
"I hope you guys like yaki onigiri, because that's all I have." Naoko's voice was followed by the slam of a refrigerator door and a sizzling sound.
"Ojama shimasu," Sasuke murmured quietly. It had been a long time since he'd eaten something homemade. Even if he might get sick later today there was no way he was throwing away the chance.
"Yaki onigiri…?" Naruto questioned, already bounding into the kitchen.
"Fried Riceballs dumb ass," Sasuke muttered under his breath.
Sasuke almost scolded Naruto for having no manners but held back. At least he took off his shoes.
Naruto and Naoko's voices bounced back and forth and he stood outside of the kitchen doorway listening. It had been a while since he had heard her talk so much.
He thought about her words yesterday and felt his body tense with anger. He glanced around the house and stared at a dust free bookshelf. She was just ignorant. She couldn't help her flawed view of revenge because she still had what he lost. She still had a home.
The smell of fried rice reached him and he put his head down in quiet rage. She still had a mother to clean the house and teach her how to cook.
"Quit asking so many questions!" A smacking sound followed Naoko's voice along with a wailing sound from Naruto.
Geez, how pathetic...