Warnings: Vague references to underage situations (never detailed), violence, character death, language, sexual content. There is an age gap between the two main characters that will eventually be addressed accordingly.
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She slept like she was dead.
Sasuke eyed her distrustfully. She was barely breathing and she hadn't moved even after he had roughly shaken her shoulder.
The guestroom she'd stayed in had no windows except for a small slit-faced one at the top left corner of the room. Old books, dusty paintings, moldy clothes and such were stored in the room – it was stuffy and unwelcoming and not the ideal setup for a guest. But Sasuke insisted and the girl hadn't protested.
It was also the furthest one away from his room.
Sasuke felt something cold touch the tips of his fingers and he looked down to see her toes. They were rather average looking, as far as feet went. Small and narrow with prominent ankle bones – she could've had dancer's legs from the looks of her calves, lean and feminine, if she hadn't had such thick thighs.
Sasuke touched the tip of his finger to her largest toe, flicking it.
There was no response.
She looked like a dead girl. He exhaled swiftly and thought about calling the police, or the handyman, or the nosy middle-aged woman across the street to help get rid of her – but she had been invited into his home. And she wasn't really doing anything except not leaving. Because she wasn't conscious.
A quick look at his watch sent a jolt of irritation through him. He gripped the strap of his backpack tightly and left the room with an exasperated grunt.
He left the not-dead girl where she was.
.
.
Sasuke stared ahead blandly, attempting to ignore Naruto's persistent hissing from his seat one row over and casually scooting love notes from various girls off of his desk in a neat pile.
Typically in Japanese they were supposed to be learning Japanese; kanji, hiragana, roots that led to Chinese ancestry and evolution of the language as well as proper writing. Mostly though, the classroom was in self-study all the time with very little work given to them. He completely blamed their teacher.
As it was, she had her feet up on her desk near her daily apple (she demanded them from her classes and threatened if there was a day that one of her classes didn't bring an apple, she would make sure they repeated the year) and looked to be engrossed in a porno mag she didn't even attempt to conceal.
The loud crack of her gum snapped through the silence of the room.
Sasuke had already finished his classwork. And the homework.
Now he just stared at the clock.
Something hit the side of his head with enough force to jar him from spacing out. There was only one person in this classroom who would do that. "Idiot," he hissed. The crude wad of notebook paper and rubber bands nearly rolled off his desk but he caught it and without looking, flung it back in the direction it had come from. There was a muffled shriek followed by the sound of cursing.
He folded his hands in front of his mouth to hide the pleased look on his face.
"Ne, ne, Sasuke. Ne, Sasuke."
He sounded like a bird chirping in the morning. Sasuke hated morning birds.
"NE. Sa-Su-Ke. Neeeee."
Sasuke's eyes narrowed.
"Saaaa-sssuuuuu-keeeee. Ne. Ne, ne."
Sasuke whipped his head around to stare at Naruto. "What."
The blond stared at Sasuke rather seriously. "Ne. Sasuke. What's our project on again?"
Sasuke's lids lowered and he took a long breath, turning back to face the clock. "You're an idiot. And you're going to get detention."
Naruto's brows scrunched, "Haaah?"
Ping-ponng.
"That's a wrap. Everyone hand in their work. Class's over, get out, do your homework or face the consequences. Oooiiii. Uzumaki. What's with that shitty looking blank worksheet I see?"
Naruto's eyes widened and Sasuke mused their teacher could move pretty fast when she was suddenly in front of the moron who thought he had enough time to annoy the crap out of him and finish his work. "I did some," he hurried but was met with a face slap from a tightly wrapped magazine.
Sasuke observed the interaction from his periphery, still hiding his smirk.
Tch. Serves him right. Hit him again sensei.
"Shaddup. Detention."
Told you.
"What?! Shikamaru didn't finish his either – he's sleeping on it!"
So what? He already knows all the answers.
"Because he's a lazy ass, not stupid, and he aces his tests unlike some yappers. And I don't like your face. Detention. You can scrape gum off the desks and chairs."
"No fair no fair nofair. That's your gum!"
That's why she's making you do it. Idiot.
"So?" as if to punctuate her point, she snapped her gum. She craned her head to look at the rest of the class. "Hmmm? What the hell are all of you gawking at?"
Books were hurriedly shoved into backpacks and chairs screeched as everyone rushed to lunch. Sasuke slung his bag over his shoulder and calmly made his way to the exit. Mitarashi-sensei already had her victim; she wasn't going to go chasing others.
Sasuke nearly turned at the sound of someone spitting followed by: "That's my desk! Gah and it's still wet!" and then a low chuckle, but thought better of it and headed to the roof.
As he ascended the stairs to solitude for half an hour, his thoughts turned to the older girl he'd taken in and if she was still sleeping – shouldn't she be at high school or something? Was she a runaway? Sasuke wasn't exactly the type to take in strays so he had no idea what a girl would be doing out so late in such bad conditions. And what was the point of taking her in anyway? All she did was make marks on his door (he'd checked and there were definitely scratches from her nails), drip water all over his floor and dirty a towel with mud and things.
She was attractive in an exotic, older woman sort of way, he guessed, but if a pretty face was all it took to sway him, he'd likely be dating one of his fangirls by now.
Maybe pity? He thought to how she looked soaked to the bone as the storm raged behind her. But she hadn't been shivering or looking particularly depressed about being caught in the weather.
"Let me in."
As he opened the door to the roof and a strong gust of wind blew in his face, Sasuke contemplated that maybe it had been something else entirely.
