LUNCH BOX LOVE PART 2

Can't you feel my heart beat?

Keeping perfect time,

and all because he touch me

He looks at me and stare

and he bumped me

My heart was unprepared

When he tapped me and knock me of my feet

One little touches now my life complete!

Nikki Blonsky-I can hear the bell

Sasuke POV

One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, "Is it half full or half empty?" So I drank the water. No more problem. ~Alexander Jodorowsky

Not that I care who this philosopher is. One day, I'm going to come out with my own and wrote a book about it. I would become the most famous guy in the world with all the packages that would make anyone dropped at my feet. I'll stand at the peak of my game, and they'll bow...

"Oie, otouto".

....at me. By that time, I'll...

"Oie, otouto! Do you even know that I'm here?" my brother smacked the back of my head with his steel like fist. I soothed the pain, glaring at Itachi madly. How could this person be a brother if all that he knew was to make me suffer? Sometimes I wonder how did I stand him at all...

I put the philosophy book away on the shelves and flopped down in his swivel chair. Black leather; the one and only chair specially ordered for his own comfort was now occupied by me, Sasuke Uchiha, the man of all girl's wet dream. He didn't say anything but pulled me off from his chair before flopping down himself on the swivel chair.

"No one's taking my seat", he said, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge.

"Don't you have a date with Sakura?" asked Itachi. I could see the glee in his eyes at the mention of Sakura.

"I would like to stay away from her for a while. Her cooking is a distaste to me and I am pretty sure she wants to kill me", I said, scrunching my nose at the thought of the cookies she had given two days before.

"I recall you said she has a great talent", said Itachi, kindly reminding me why I ever chose to go out with her.

"Her talent seems to crumble the moment I agree to date her", I said sarcastically. Not exactly... There were some truth in there. How did she manage to turn her wonderful cooking to something worth the bin's opening? It must be me who jinxed her cooking skill...

The digital alarm alerted us of the lunch time. My brother stood up and pushed the chair into the desk. "I'm gunna go out", he said without looking at me.

"Where're you going?" I asked boringly.

"Where else? To the vendor stand, of course!" he said cheerily, making his way out from my sight. The vendor boy... Why did everyone love to go there? I saw nothing special. It was just a normal vendor stand that sell cheap food. Then again, why would my brother of all people chose to eat at the vendor at all? I recalled that he was really hygienic. Food at the road side was never his kind of meal. When did he change and why didn't I know about it?

I ought to pay a visit to the vendor stand. I had a good and a bad feeling about it. Plus, I was hungry. I could always try something new for a change.

A few minute walk down the street, I ended up at the stand that was crowded with people of various age group. Small, big, skinny, fat... they were all waiting patiently for their turn to buy the food. I observed the line. That was when I spotted the familiar bubblegum haired girl talking to a blond haired girl; Sakura.

I chose not to greet her. Instead, I lined behind a fat boy who was munching the chips happily. The fat boy acted as my barrier so she couldn't see me but I could definitely listen to their conversation.

"You really want to see him, Ino?" she asked her friend.

"Duh- I just wanna see this boy's face... You know, the cook that actually can worm our Sasuke to eat his food", said Ino.

"If I can cook, I won't need him to cook, Ino. Just... don't go yelling at him. He's my friend, y'know", Sakura replied. I was shocked. All this while, I was being cheated? What the fuck did she think she was getting herself into?

I leaned closer to hear better. Instead of making me angry, this fact had made me somewhat curious.

"Sakura-chan!" I heard a loud voice greeted them.

"Naruto! How are you?" asked Sakura cheerily.

"So, you are the cause of her problem", Ino suddenly said.

"Huh?" Of course the boy was confused. He had not a single idea of her nonsense talking. I would to, if I didn't eavesdrop their chat earlier. Stinking girls.... Aren't they supposed to be the one that know how to make a guy's tummy happy?

"Ino!" Sakura half assed warning resound.

"What, big forehead? Aren't you the one that were complaining about him?" Ino got her point straight.

"Well, you could at least be a little bit more polite. You know what I mean", came Sakura's reply. Polite? Like suddenly accusing someone who knew nothing stealing your boyfriend was polite enough... I could laugh at her face right here right now, but at least, I have a little decency than none at all.

"Sakura-chan? What's going on?" I could tell the confused boy was looking at them weirdly.

"Uh, nothing of your concern, Naruto", said Sakura quickly.

"Oh. Do you want anything today?" asked Naruto.

"Oh, yes! Stop selling this kind of stuff! That's what she wants from you!" Ino bellowed at the poor vendor boy.

"Hey, I don't know what your problem is but I am not the one to sit when someone just shout at me. If you don't like me, just go!" I heard Naruto replied with the same tone as the other.

"You think you're all high and mighty?" shouted Ino back.

"That's supposed to be my question!" he shouted back at her. Those two could match each other easily. As a man, I would never be able to do something like that. I kept my cool and collected personality whenever I'm around people. I guess, this boy wasn't manlier enough after all.

Those two continued to bicker. They only stopped (puffing and panting) when the fat boy pushed Ino off from the line. I watched Sakura dragging the raging blond girl away from the place. They didn't even notice I was there the whole time. So much for her love...

When the fat boy got what a fat boy want, it was my turn to be served.

"What do you want, you bastard", he said as soon as he saw my face.

"What do you think I want?" I asked him back.

"Look", he said, eyebrows knitted to each other, "I'm not in the mood to play whatever your game is so spit it out".

I snorted. This guy was really something else compared to those inhuman girls. "What do you have today?" I asked him.

"Sushi and tempura. Pick your choice", he said.

"Sushi", I replied. I wasn't very fond of tempura. It was oily and I was taught not to eat them too often. He picked a ready packed lunch box into the plastic bag and forced it on me. I took it and... walked away. He frowned at me and I had a pretty good idea why. Yet, I ignored him and continued walking. That was when he ran up at me and blocked my way.

"It's called a business for a reason, bastard", he said with his arm crossed.

"I don't see the need to pay for this", I retorted. He glared at me, not very happy of my answer.

"Give me two reasons and I'll let you go", I noticed that he was trying not to punch me square. Just two? He should do better than that. An Uchiha would always came up with brilliant reasons because we can.

"Let's see... First, I don't know if this thing you call food is originally yours", his face distorted to one of the 'what the fuck' look. "Second", a brief pause, and, "I will only pay if I am thoroughly satisfy of your service".

"You're saying that like I would sell something that's not mine", he grabbed my hand, locking so that I couldn't escape him. I leaned closer to him (he's tall up to my chin) until my eyes met those shocking blue orbs. I was fully aware that I was invading his personal space, but sometimes, a guy had to do what a guy had to do when he wanted to get his point across.

"I know someone who did", I whispered and he let go of my hand like there was an electric jolt coming off from my skin.

"Bastard! I don't care who did what to you! What I sell, I made it myself! So pay it!" he stepped away and shouted at me.

"Prove it", I challenged him. His bottom lip was pushed forward into a pout. He knew he had yet to present the evidence. I didn't know how it happened but suddenly he lit up and faced his other customers.

"Guys, I have something to do tomorrow so I won't be here", his favourites groaned, "but I'll make it up to you!" he said quickly. "You all can have the lunches free of charge today!" he beamed at them. All of the other customers cheered up and swarmed the vendor stand like busy bees.

Then, he turned to me. "Bastard, you want your prove? Revise your food today and let's put them into a test tomorrow. Here is my address", he jotted it down on his notebook. He gave it to me before running to the vendor to sort the customers out. They seemed to forget the existence of smaller children the moment Naruto shouted free food.

Confidence idiot...

Despite all my inner thought, I did eat the food and noticed the similarity of it to the food I had always eaten. The taste blended well with each other and the most interesting part of it was that it brought peace to my mind, just like the food that Sakura had given to me in the past. I couldn't compare the food to anything that I had eaten before. The flavor was so genuine like a rare diamond.

I ate the lunch box slowly, absorbing the moment while it last. Nothing was as good as this... Nothing could win this heavenly feeling...

"Oie otouto!" I snapped off from my thought.

"WHAT?!" well, I snapped at him.

"What are you eating?" he asked, looking over my shoulder to see my jewel lunch box. When he saw the polystyrene container, the sneaky bastard tried to steal one of my sushi. I shrugged him off that he whined like a baby.

"Gimme... gimme.... gimme more", he said.

"Buy it yourself! This is mine! And mine only!" I shouted possessively.

"Che, it's just a sushi", he mumbled.

"Well, it's MY sushi! Get your own!" For some reason, the conversation had turned into a childish fight between me and my brother. He stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. Then, he puffed his cheeks madly. Well, I absorbed air to make my face balloon like- I certainly did not just puff!

"Haha! Your face looks like a blowfish!" he laughed at me. I let it go. Instead, I pay my revenge by devouring the sushi in front of him. I could see the drool flowing down Itachi's face when I ate the sushi. Who didn't like the food from the vendor stand, right?

"Otouto, I want some of that. Just a piece... I'm begging you", he pleaded, his eyes went big like the puppy doggy eyes thingy.... I snorted and continued to eat. Revenge was sweet...

"Otouto.... your brother is dying here!" he said, dramatically falling over his chair.

"Can't.... (munch, munch)... I am revising.... (munch, munch)", I said, purposely gobbling the sushi more than one at a time.

"But it's food! You don't have to take a test on food! I certainly never heard of things like that in my life!" he protested. Well, who cares! These were my food, you bastard! I don't give a shit of what you want! He wiggled in protest (which is disgusting) like jelly.

I licked my sushi like I was having intercourse with it... (okay, that was just so wrong)... and Itachi stared at me full with jealousy like I was stealing his girlfriend away. Itachi, being a pain in the ass he was, continued to cry and whine and beg for the sushi. Even when I told him to get the hell away, he'd never give up. After so much of irritating attempts, I threw a piece of Sushi away. You wouldn't believe me when I told you that he ran after it like a dog catching its stick.

As for my last piece, I had saved it for myself. I chewed it down and threw the packaging into the waste bin. I savoured the taste of the last sushi along with the excitation of tomorrow's test.

I scrubbed my hand together. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day than I thought.

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"Oh, bastard", I was greeted by a sleepy blond haired vendor boy. It was six o'clock in the morning and I was already at the idiot's house. Some people would thought that was a tard too early for a friendly visit; others would thought that it was scandalous. And, I could care less what they want to think of it because neither of those mentioned were right.

"Come in", he waved me in. I slipped out of my shoes. I scanned the view around me. Plastic plates scattered on the floor and on the couch lied two bodies pressed together underneath a piece of blanket.

"Who's that?" I questioned Naruto. The blond vendor boy looked at the pointed direction before o-ing knowingly.

"It's Iruka and Kakashi. Don't wanna", he yawned involuntarily, "to wake 'em. It's", another yawn, "Saturday... Iruka's weekday". He scratched behind his ears. I followed to his room and once I entered the room, I was surprised to see the contrast of the living room and his bedroom. Naruto's room was, well, really clean and tidy. Unlike the boar pen I called a room in the Uchiha estate or the living room just now.

"Sit there... I'll go wash", he said. I flopped down on the bed while he was getting his self ready. He searched the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a nice yellow wool jumper out. The day would not agree with his choice of clothes, but I believed he had always be the no self conscious type of person.

He moved around sluggishly- well, it was Saturday morning. After what sounded like ages, he finally returned from the trip to the bathroom, ready to take up to the challenge he had set up for himself. I was not responsible of the plan, mind you.

"So, have you revised the sushi taste?" he asked me.

"Hn", came my usual reply.

"Whatever, dude. If you have a social problem, it's none of my business", he said and left for the kitchen. I tailed him, passing yet again the two disturbing people in the living room.

Once we were at the kitchen, he squatted down to find the pan and bowel. The ingredients he brought out were certainly not for sushi. Unless he had forgotten, I had no idea what he was about to do. As if reading my thought, he chuckled sheepishly.

"Don't want to get you hungry while waiting now, do I?" he said as he dumped two eggs, a carton of milk, sugar, flour, more sugar, more milk... into the bowel. Then, he stirred the battered until they sum up together into a white sticky stuff that looked like a cement mix.

"Would you like to have some pancake?" he asked.

"Hn", I said again.

"I take that as a yes then", he said and stirred again until the batter was smooth. He pulled out the wooden ladle from the mix and put it into the sink. I just watched him turning the pancake into a flat breakfast material. I despised pancakes but I wasn't about to tell him. Why? I had bad memories with pancakes... let's just say, Itachi managed to get me developed serious diarrhoea, bad enough to put me in the ICU.

He presented a plate full of that hideous flat thing in front of me. I was reluctant to eat it and he saw me. I didn't know that it was such a bad idea to show uncertainty towards food in front of the dobe because when he saw my reaction, the first thing he did was forced it down my throat. I struggled for the first bite but after swallowing it and after ten minutes, nothing had happened to me. I decided to throat down some more.

"See, it isn't that bad! If you want some honey and strawberry jam to go with it, there are some for you", he added two jars in front of me. At that moment, a naughty thought came into my mind.

I can do so much more with the jam and honey on you, oh dear cook.

Officially declared, that was the first sign of Naruto's disease on me but I kind of like the idea although that might be an official sign to discuss about my sexual preference later with my brother. He was going to give me a whole hour of bees and the birds talk again...

Throughout the morning, I kind of stared at his ass as he prepared the ingredients. Next time, I might gave him an accidental brush against the bum. Oh, did I mention that I had a great view of his ass cleavage when he bent down to pick the fallen utensils when he accidentally tripped on my foot?

I sounded like a sick old pervert. Kukuku.... Then again, I'm not innocent either.

I decided that I want him, not Sakura.

He rolled the sushi with the tatami mat into a long cylinder shape. Then, he cut the sushi carefully into smaller pieces, arranging them one by one on the plate. He didn't make the decoration too fancy. Quoting Naruto, "fancy decor doesn't mean fancy taste".

When he was done, it was my turn to put them to test. He stared at me hopefully when I picked one of the sushi.

"Stop looking", I told him.

"Well, I'm not!" he denied with a cute puff.

I licked the sushi playfully that his face turned tomato red. Looks like I wasn't the only pervert in the kitchen.

"You're red", I teased him.

"Stop playing with food! Just eat it, you bastard!" he cried, making his face redder.

"Okay..." I replied and popped the sushi piece into my mouth. The familiar taste filled my taste bud that a pink blush spread on my cheeks. The food was just so damn... delicious. He looked cocky when he saw me lost to oblivion. Oh, that won't be for long, Naruto cause I would, mark my word, staked my claim. My cook, my food, mine, mine, mine, mine....

"So, how was it?" he asked softly.

"Not bad", I said to him.

"Not bad? It's supposed to be either good or the best in the world!" he pumped his arms in the air angrily. While he was at it, I finished the rest of the sushi. It felt like I was watching live porn while having lunch, what's with him moving around, shaking his ass here and there because he was angry when I refused to admit to his greatness. On the whole, it was satisfying and gratifying.

"I'll make you come with the food, bastard, if that's the last thing I have to do!" he cried. He didn't know how much his word meant to me. He'll make me come with my food alright.

And suddenly it all came to me. I have had a major OOCness throughout my day in his kitchen. Could it be I like him that much?

I'll come back to that later.

"Whatever, man! I don't even know you so why don't you go?" he shoved me out from the kitchen instantly.

"Sasuke", I whispered my name in his ear, "the name is Sasuke Uchiha. Remember that".

"I don't care what your name is!" he shouted with his face looked like he was about to explode.

"Oh, but you do, Naruto", I replied and with that said, he slammed the door shut on my face.

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Itachi switched the light on once we entered the dark room called the meeting room. After the quick lunch at Naruto's, I had gone straight to my brother's office and demanded a private talk with him. Since he was so full of free time, it wouldn't hurt him to at least help his younger brother solved his problem.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, waving his hand for me to sit on one of those many chairs. I took the closest one and wondered a while how much he had spent for every leather luxury in the room.

"Actually, it's quite important. That is if you care about my existence at all", I said to him.

"What are you talking about, otouto? Of course I care for you despite of your asshole-ness", he opened his arms to exaggerate. Asshole-ness.... who's the asshole here?

"You're quite creative with your word, brother", he looked praised when I spout it out.

"Of course. I'm Itachi Uchiha after all, the maker of this company, the killer of all women's heart, the prodigy of the Uchiha, the great and awesomest brother of all time..." he continued to self applaud.

"and the worst asshole ever exist", I added into his speech.

"Ah, yes, that too", he smirked. He took it positively when I didn't meant the word to mean that way. That asshole... seriously. He needed someone to knock him to his senses.

"So what's this talk-talk that you wanna talk about?" he asked me, clasping his hands together to look business like. He crossed his legs, eyes glinting with the mischief spark. He always had that glint in his eyes whenever he talked to me. This is why I hated to go to him when I was troubled.

Not that my problem was really serious that it needed me to discuss about it. Why I bother to come to him I had no absolute idea.

"Today, I met someone", I said.

"Someone? Is she beautiful?" he asked me with his copyright smirk. Oh, he knew I liked someone.

"Well, they are beautiful", I told him. I wasn't about to admit that I am gay, no thank you.

"They? That many?" he asked me again. Thank god, he didn't take it the other way.

"Or they as in a he?" he added. I froze, which was not good because my reaction told him everything that he needed to know. His smirk widened.

"You have swing 180, otouto", he teased. That bastard! I wish he was a paper so I could scrunch him and burn him to ashes.

"Shut up", I snapped at him, "shut up, you and your big mouth!"

"I'm right!" he cried loudly as if Manchester United (Itachi's favourite team) had score a goal. So, it was me who gave away the gender... My fault. He took it as a joke and he laughed until tears ran down his cheek. Not sad tears but happy, happy tears.

"I'm not here to be laughed at", I mumbled angrily.

"Oh-oh, I'm sorry. I don 't mean to... (more laughter) I can't breath (more laughter) I mean, I'm sorry, I can't stop! (Itachi laughed louder)", he choked on his own laughter, holding his stomach while at it. His laughter could make a joker won a stupid grand prix with just a kaboom as a joke. On the other hand, I failed to see the joke that made him rolled on the floor like a dying fish.

Itachi was insane and no one could deny it. He stopped laughing after a while, wiping his tears away.

"Are you done?" I asked him.

"Give me a sec (Itachi coughed). Yeah, I'm done", he said and sat back upright to hear the rest of my confession. Now that he knew I liked a guy, I won't be hiding anything behind a brick wall.

"Okay, so it's a he. But he's really, really cute", I told him.

"He's cuter than a girl?" Itachi asked me.

"Even", I said.

"Oh. And?"

"And what?"

"Continue otouto", he nodded for me to go ahead.

"Well, he has these bluest eyes you had ever seen. It's really big like a baby's eyes. He has a little baby fat here and there, but he's a well built boy; not fat, not skinny, just right. He has a slim body curve that make all girls jealous. He's obnoxious and well toned too".

"How big?" Itachi suddenly asked. What the hell? What's with this guy and his sick joke?

"Am I supposed to laugh at that one?" I asked him back.

"No, you're supposed to answer", he answered.

"Then, I'm sorry because I don't just go up to people and ask them to strip", he looked disappointed.

"Okay, so he's brown.... no, blond... no, brown... Wait, did you just say he's blue?" Itachi seemed to like to make me repeat myself again. He wanted to annoy me, I'm pretty much sure of it.

"He has yellow hair and blue eyes", I grinded my teeth to intimidate him but Itachi who had been my brother since I was a baby, was not scared. He just smiled at me like a weasel.

"Wow, do you just like his look?"

"No, I love his cooking-" that reminded me, I need to talk to him about Sakura.

"Oooo.... you ate his cooking?" Itachi covered his mouth with his hand.

"Pretty much".

"So, he's better?"

I nodded.

"Other than his cooking, what do you like about him?" Itachi asked, poking my shoulders nosily.

'....'

".... You're right. I barely know him", I whispered at my realization, looking in the distance outside the meeting room window. That's when images of me and Naruto appears in my eyes. I stood up, a fire ignited in my heart.

I'm going to arrange a date for me and Naruto. (An Icebreaker date).

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I borrowed Itachi's car for the date I had planned tonight. I would make sure tonight would go smoothly. Even though I had been away from Naruto for five hours, I have missed him. If he agrees tonight, we can get married and have children and live happily ever after just like those fairytale princesses. My fangirls don't know about it but my mother used to tell me Cinderella and Snow White as my bed time story. I even want to be like Cinderella when I was younger. I had had my mum ordering me to work around the house just to feel like Cinderella but I was never good with house work. I wasn't cleaning; I was making more mess than before.

I wasn't a housewife material (not that I planned to be one).

Fifteen minutes later (despite the traffic jam), I was already at Naruto's house. I locked the car door and headed for Naruto's apartment. Luckily, we met when he was about to enter the elevator.

"Sasuke?" Naruto stared at me wide eye. I was actually glad that he still remembers my name.

"Where are you going?"

"I just came back from the shop. Did you leave something?"

"Are you free?"

"What's that got to do with everything?"

"Answer what you are being asked".

"Fine, yes I am".

"Good", I took his hand and dragged him to my brother's car.

"Bastard! Where the heck are you going to bring -" before he could finish what he was going to say, I opened the car door and pushed him inside. I cannot let him escape so I entered the car as soon as he landed on the seat. Locking the door, I watched him hitting the car window calling for help. If it was a normal window, it would've crashed from all the force he put on but Uchiha's car was never normal. The window was made from a special material that was stronger than Kevlar (my brother's company research result).

Even a nuclear bomb wouldn't be able to smash the window.

The idiot gave up a few minutes later and watched his apartment slowly disappearing from our sight. He buckled the seatbelt once he noticed my dangerous pattern of driving (after ignoring the seventh bumper).

"Are you kidnapping me?" he asked coldly.

"We're going on a date", I bluntly told him. I don't think the dobe will understand if I twisted my words around. His face heated up in a flush and I can see that he was hoping that I didn't catch it. I found it fit that I teased him more as I lean closer to him (while driving).

I stared into his eyes that he tried to move away by going closer to the window. That was when spotlight shone from the front.

"Sasuke! The road!" he pushed me away and I managed to dodge the lorry that was coming our way. The car came to a stop after the skid and he jerked forward despite the seatbelt that was holding him. He looked scared, staring straight ahead. I wiped the sweats I hadn't notice drenching my face. I was very lucky but I couldn't tell the same about the lorry.

From the side mirror, I saw the lorry driver came running our way.

"Are you alright?" said lorry driver asked.

"K-Kiba?" so the dobe knows the person. Ah well, just my luck.

"Naruto? Naruto! What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, mafia dog! Ask the bastard on the wheel!" Naruto pointed to me. Kiba furrowed his eyebrows.

"If you can't even drive safely..."

"We're on a date", I told him.

"Date? Heck, you can't even take care of my friend here! What if you don't manage to dodge the right time? Things would be ugly, I tell you!" this Kiba crossed his arms like my mother scolding me.

"Kiba, can I..." before Naruto could speak any further, I reversed the car.

"Sorry, I have a reservation at eight which is like in ten more minutes. We have to go now", I drove passing him. He was saying something but I have already slide the window up so we can't hear him. On the other side of the passenger seat, Naruto was still in the state of recovery. I think he refused to talk to me at all because of the incident just now. Shock was still evident on his face. I can't blame him for it.

The trip to our dating destination was solemn and quiet. I wanted to at least begin a conversation but knowing me, I would screw it up in the end so I kept my mouth shut instead. Maybe I should apologize but... Uchihas never gone that far (except when Itachi was making fun of me, that evil bastard) .

A tall building came to my view after a few minutes of keeping my eyes on the road. I entered the parking lot and after memorizing the parking place, we walked to the said building. At the entrance, two women dressed in maid French costume showed us in to our reservation table. When I stole a glance at Naruto, I saw him awing to the internal decoration of the restaurant.

"Like it?" he snapped his head my way.

"Sasuke, why the hell did you bring me here?" he tried to sound stern but he was pleased with what he saw that he didn't sound convincingly stern to me.

"I thought you might like it", I just said.

"But, this is a very expensive restaurant! I can't just-" I grabbed his wrist and he stared at me wide eyed.

"Why can't you be here?"

"I'm... I'm just a vendor boy. I am not rich, Sasuke. Everyone here can probably tell that by the way I look". His eyes darted to the couples at the table. I could see where his insecurity came from. All the customers in the restaurant wore fashionable dresses and coats, originally made from their own designers. The women's jewels was just as expensive as their clothes. Some single women that winked my way had all what Naruto hadn't; hair that was shaped with different complicated style; diamonds on their fingers and around their necks; handbags that would cost more than a thousand dollar; earrings that could probably glow in the dark; fake nose jobs; fake boobs and expensive leather shoes.

Yet, that wasn't what I looked for in a person.

"What is wrong with your look?" I sat down cross legged at the table I reserved.

"It's not me that is wrong! It's you".

"What is wrong with me then?" He fixed his eyes on me.

"Look at you, Sasuke. You wear the most expensive jacket in the world. How about me? All I've got is the shaggy jumper", he tugged his jumper to proof his words.

"They are who you can be with but not me", he added.

"Tell me two good reasons why I can't be with you".

"I told you already, bastard!" he hissed at me.

"I seem to forgot what you said".

"Alright", he breathed in to calm down, "first, our status are very different. You are rich, I am poor. We're not at the same level. Second, I am a stupid orphan. I don't go to college like you do, Sasuke. Your family probably don't even eat what I eat in my daily life".

"You're not trouble by the fact that we're guys?" I just hoped that he didn't see it as a question to find out his sexuality.

"I'm bisexual so I don't really care with whom I go out with", he answered me honestly.

"Then, you're worrying over a stupid reasons and they are not good enough for me to stop from being with you", I rested in my arm chair while watching him catching up with what I just told him. When he did realise and was about to argue, the waiter had come to take our order. I asked for two plates of roasted salmon with roasted beans and cockle with chilli sauce as a side dish.

When the waiter was gone, we continued with our conversation.

"Sasuke, you have to understand", Naruto said, trying to convince me to think over about the whole relationship thing. Do you seriously believe that I would just let him go?

"Listen, let's give this a try, Naruto. Let me get to know you first then I'll let you decide". His shoulders dropped.

"You're such a bastard".

"Hn".

"I give up. Have it your way but don't ever think that I would agree with everything".

The rest of the night went on with our playful argument.

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After that night, we went for more dates; some with some advice from my brother and others from Iruka (that is if Naruto planned the date). We had gone to the beaches, theme parks, forest, carnivals- you name it, but there was still one more place that we haven't been to.

My house.

It wasn't like Naruto had never suggested it before but my bastardy brother was always there haunting the mansion. I seriously disn't want to show Naruto to him just yet because knowing him, he'd go crazy if he found out that I was dating his favourite vendor stand owner. Damn him.

As for Sakura, I tried to avoid her existence. I changed my number so she won't be able to reach me. When she came over, I pretended as if there was no one at home.

This morning, however, both of the nuisances were gone. My brother was gone for a business trip while Sakura was gone for the educational trip. That left home alone at the house. With those two out of my way, I could finally show Naruto my house. We could even swim at the backyard.

And I could steal his first kiss. That's right. After a whole six months of dating, I had never receive a kiss from Naruto. I was planning to but every time I tried, distractions always came forth (such as my brother's fake emergency calls. God knows how he find out I was going out with someone at that time).

I barely at the edge of castrating him but now, not to worry! He wasn't here and I had the house all to myself.

I called Naruto to come over. Since today was Saturday, he wasn't working at his vendor stand so he could come straight away to my house.

I commanded my maid to clean the house and by the time she was done, Naruto arrived at my house. He rang the bell and I, after having a quick groom of myself (you know how guys got nervous and all), opened the door to let my 'mistress' in.

He was bringing some food together with him in a picnic basket. The smell of it was alluring but Naruto himself was still more alluring.

"Hey, bastard".

"Dobe".

"Is that a way to greet your boyfriend?"

"Hn". Well, it is my way to show my affection.

He placed the basket on the counter. My maid was already gone. I didn't her around when Naruto came over. It might cause a slight misunderstanding that I tried to avoid.

"So, what you got there?" I wrapped my arm from behind, looking above his shoulder.

"Your favourite chicken pao", he took out one and fed a piece to me, "so, how does it taste like?"

"Mmmm... I can't tell, but I think you need to do more than that". He puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, that was before a mischievous grin spread across his face. He took a bite from the bun that he was holding him as I watched him curiously what he was up to.

I thought he was eating to make me angry because it was my favourite food so far but when he suddenly pressed his lips against mine, that was when the puzzle fit in place. He took advantage of my shocked state by forcing his tongue into my mouth. Something flavoured came slipping in between his tongue and I knew it was the pao piece.... and it taste so damn delicious.

"So, how about that? Does it taste good?" he asked once he broke the kiss, panting to catch his breath. I released the breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"That was...." I panted to catch my own breath.

"Does it not taste good?" he cocked an eyebrow at me. Does it not taste good? Oh, he just like to tease me, didn't he?

"Naru-chan, I would say..." I leaned forward, "you taste delicious", I closed the space in between him and me. This time, I was dominating the kiss. I gained his access permission easily enough since he was willingly doing this with me. As we pressed further, I tasted all his sweet, sweet taste. He gripped on my hair and we kissed hungrily, as if this is what we've been wanting for so long. My hands moved downwards up until his zipper and I playfully played with it.

He didn't stop me so I took it that I was granted to touch his body. I pulled the zipper down, pushed the jeans down to his knees so it was only his boxer left in between my hand and his hardened member as I kept focusing myself to the kiss. I tugged the waistband and he nodded in the kiss. It was a little hesitant but it was a nod after all.

I pulled down his boxer and we broke the kiss. When I looked down, there was only one thing I could tell you. The sight was wonderful.

"Already-pant- hard, Naruto?" I grabbed his member and gave a stroke that he moaned to it, his head jerked backwards.

"Sasu -pant- ke, do-don't tease m-me you bas-" I stroke him again that his fist clenched, "Auh, tard!" He was trembling really hard to kept himself in control. I purposely gave him another stroke that he gripped my hair and pulled me towards him and ravished my mouth.

I stroke his member faster that he had to grip my shoulder to keep himself stable. He laid his head on my chest, panting and moaning as my pace built up. At the same time, I was building up something too in my southern region. I did not want to bring it that far yet because I thought that he would not be ready.

It seemed I was wrong when he suddenly unbuckled my jeans and forced me to sit on the nearest stool.

"I t-think someone -pant- need some he-help too". He revealed my erection the cold air. He slipped off from his boxer and jeans that was already folded down to his knees, grabbing my cock, hovering his hole above my twitching friend.

"Na-Naruto, are-are you sure you want to do this?" I just had to be cautioned now, didn't I?

"I won't -pant- be doing this if I don't want to".

"But, what about-".

"Lube can go to hell", that was when he sat on my lap and pushed me into himself. My eyes became dazed, almost rolling to the back of my head at the ecstasy sensation. My ears could only caught the groaning that escaped my mouth and the whimpering sound of agony coming from Naruto.

"So- heh- good", I murmured to myself. Naruto wiggled his hip to adjust the position, at the while, trying to find something. When he found it, he could not stifle his moan any longer and he started to move by himself while I sat there doing almost nothing.

"Auh! Oh, god!" he cried louder when my shaft hit what I believed to be his prostate. I grabbed his cock and began to pump him with my hand. I, myself was already over the edge, but he came first. He screamed at the feeling, his body jerking backwards. I, needing my feel too, lifted him and began to push him down while he was lost in white.

It wasn't long before I came too, full force. It was a wonderful feeling; my brain felt empty; my body felt numb. It was as if my body had stopped functioning the moment I released. I feel like floating in the air, lost in my own pleasure.

We both panted and he rested his head on my shoulder.

"That was wild", he said once he recovered.

"Really wild", I agreed.

He pulled me out from him. Looking around him, he found his jeans that was scattered on the floor.

"Ouh! My cum is on my shirt!" he inspected the white sticky gel like liquid on his shirts.

From where I was, I could see my own dripping down his legs. While his was thicker, mine was... more liquid like.

"Sasuke, can I borrow one of your shirts?" he asked shyly, looking at his feet while talking to me.

"Sure. Why not?" I went to my room to get a clean shirt for him.

"Now to clean myself..." I heard him muttered. Then, he asked me where was the toilet. Of course, I had a better idea than that.

"Who's up for a swim?" and we raced to the pool in my backyard.

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A/N: I know... my lemon sucks... I can't even write it properly... Okay, last/epilogue chapter coming up next week.... but review pwease.....?