Disclaimer: We do not own Naruto.
Title: Landing Amongst the Stars
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
LANDING AMONGST THE STARS
Chapter Three: Ignorance
A collaboration by Winter Psyche and tornupleather
-Ino's POV-
The pain in my chest—that tightening—did not go away even as we made our way back home. I just didn't understand how one could change so drastically. Why would he want to forget us? Why was he so ashamed of us?
"I just don't get it!" Sakura thrashed and rolled out of her bed with a huff, her green eyes shut tight, eyebrows knit together as if she were concentrated on something.
I sighed, glancing upwards.
"He used to be so…"
The seriousness of her tone surprised me and I turned from my spot in my own bed to face her.
Her eyes were open now, a distant expression on her face.
"So…?" I pried, a strange desperation enveloping me.
"Nothing." She shook her head and gazed blankly at the floor.
I tried to lighten up the mood, "You're weird."
She shrugged, laughing nervously as she slowly got up to button her coat, "I have an job interview in 30 minutes, so I'll probably be back later this evening. Any plans?"
I hesitated, unsure how to proceed. I knew that Sakura wouldn't be happy with what I was about to say, but I knew that I had to say it.
"I think that…well, there's an Akatsuki concert tonight..." I slowly drawled out, speaking cautiously. Even though we were both freshly pissed off, I couldn't shake the fact that he was my brother—and I needed to see him again. Even if it were for the last time.
Her hands froze on the third button.
I held my breath as Sakura's expression slowly changed.
"And you're thinking about going." She said quickly, deadpan.
I cringed slightly, "I just...think that..." I tried again, "Don't you want to see…?" What he left us for…?
"No, I don't." Her voice was firm and I knew nothing would change her mind.
The desperation I had felt before began to seep in again.
"Why though?" I pressed quietly, my voice rising slightly.
"Because, Ino!" She looked towards the ceiling exasperatedly, covering her face with her hands, "All he's done is hurt the people who care about him! You, me, Mikoto, Sasuke, Naruto…"
I gripped at the sheets tightly, trying to find a way to change her mind. It was true that he didn't do anything for us for the past eight years, but that all didn't matter to me. Now that we were here, now that we saw him again…
"This isn't about me loving him or hating him. This is about just seeing him."
"We did see him."
"But I want to see him play."
"Were you not in that room? He doesn't care about anything!" Sakura yelled, turning away from me quickly.
Silence.
"He doesn't care." Sakura whispered, finally facing me. I was shocked to see that tears were running down her face. I felt my throat close up as I fought back my tears.
"He doesn't care about you," Sakura sobbed, smiling pitifully as she shook her head, "And he definitely doesn't care about me."
"Why can't you just…" I murmured quietly, "…understand why I—"
"—Don't." Her voice clipped sharply. I looked up and met her enraged glare; something in my stomach sank for a second. "You know I understand more than anyone in the village. So don't tell me I don't fucking understand."
"He's my brother!" I lashed back immediately, still trying to get rid of the knot that formed inside me, "You can't expect me to not want to see him after all this time!"
"He's your stepbrother...and he left you." Sakura replied, her head hung in defeat.
And then I was angry. I could feel it pumping just below the surface of my skin.
"He didn't leave me, Sakura," I began, my voice shaking, "He left home. He didn't leave the way your dad left you."
I regretted it just as it came out of my mouth.
My eyes widened in paralyzing shock of what I had just said; Sakura mirroring my expression.
"What...what did you just say?" She exhaled with disbelief.
"Sakura...I..." Terror gripped my voice.
"You don't get it, do you?" She whispered, her eyes crinkled with pain—pain I caused her. "You don't see anything! You didn't see your face, Ino. I don't ever want to see that face again. And it hurts that he's the reason behind it. He's hurting you and you're my best friend. I can't stand the thought of him because I'm living in the pain he caused you!"
"There's nothing and nobody for me back home."
Every word that came out of her mouth burned.
Because I knew she was right.
"Sakura—"
"I'm late for my interview..." She mumbled as she steered away quickly towards the exit, grabbing her bag and keys. Her hand hovered over the handle for a split second as if she had something more to say, but she sharply yanked down and slammed the door behind her.
I sighed heavily and flopped back onto my bed as I blinked back tears.
Shit. That was really bad...
Part of me knew she was right. All he'd done from the day he stepped onto that plane up until today didn't bring good to anyone. He wasn't the same brother to me as he was eight years ago. He was hurting everyone around him. He wasn't just hurting me, he was hurting my best friend. And that was unforgivable. Maybe it was time to let go and move forward...
Flashback:
"You're Ino, right?" he asked.
I gripped the back of my Father's pants, frowning at the strangers in my house.
"Who are they, daddy?" I asked, pointing at the weird boys.
At this my father laughed, "Ino, we've discussed this, remember? They're your new family, your brothers."
"I don't like them!" I pouted, pulling on his pant leg to emphasize my dislike.
"That's not very nice." My father frowned, and I shrunk further back.
"It's alright, Inoichi. No need to pressure her into making friends just yet." A soft voice spoke, and at that moment a beautiful woman entered the room.
I remembered she had kind eyes and she looked like an angel.
"Ino's just stubborn, that's all." My father reassured the angelic looking woman.
"Who are you?" I asked, forgetting the boys completely.
The angel smiled, "I'm your dad's friend. It's so good to meet you finally, Ino."
"Are you my daddy's angel?" I asked, smitten.
The angel widened her eyes then broke out into a smile.
There was a deep chuckle behind me, but I ignored it.
"Sasuke, Itachi why don't you boys go run along. I'll call you in for dinner."
"I'm going to go over to Naruto's." The smaller boy with spiked hair called and dashed off.
"I'll be in my room." The taller one replied calmly, taking a step towards me, "I hope we'll be friends, Ino." He smiled before turning to the hallway.
But I didn't reply, as I truly took in the sight of him in for the first time.
I was much too star-struck by how much he looked like the beautiful angel.
xxx
Sleep was about to overcome me, when the ringing from my phone awoke my senses. I groaned, irritated by the disturbance, and stretched an arm out for my Blackberry. It was only a text message, but the name of the sender instantly lifted my miserable mood.
Sasuke / May 15th, 3:20 PM
Hey. Heard you were in Tokyo. Wanna meet up?
I hadn't heard from my other step brother for a while now, so it was nice seeing his name pop up on my screen.
Me / May 15th, 3:24 PM
Sure. I'm staying at Westin, why don't you drop by and we can grab something to eat.
I got an instant reply, and I couldn't help smiling a bit.
Sasuke / May 15th, 3:25 PM
I'll be there in 10.
After the confirmation, I rushed to get dressed, willing myself to forget everything that had just happened. Since it was nice out, I decided on a cream summer dress and paired it with a navy cardigan, brown leather sandals, and a long string of pearls. Once my makeup was redone, I stuffed all my necessities into a black leather tote and exited the hotel room.
I debated whether or not to notify Sakura of this...she was probably in her job interview by now. Remembering our fight, I cringed, feeling worse than ever.
I can't believe what I said. I shouldn't have mentioned her dad...
Shaking my head of my thoughts, I jabbed at the elevator button impatiently.
Despite my excitement to see Sasuke, I still felt empty going to see Sasuke without her. This could've been a fun reunion for the three of us, and if Naruto were here it'd be even better.
I smiled subconsciously as I reminisced of the four of us together.
Finally, the elevator arrived and took me down to the lobby where I was greeted by white sofas and marble coffee tables.
I checked my phone for the time and sighed, I'd still have to wait a couple minutes...
"Looking for someone?"
I swiveled around and met deep onyx eyes.
"Sasuke." I breathed out with a relieved smile.
He smirked at me, with that same aloof aura I'd never get sick of.
~Sakura's POV~
The interview blowed.
I sighed, combing a hand through my pink tresses as I practically ran out of the building.
The interview didn't go well and I blamed it on one, stubborn blonde girl.
I hate fighting with her.
I felt the guilt rise in my throat as I remembered my words.
"He doesn't care about you."
I shut my eyes, willing my thoughts to wander somewhere else.
"I'm sorry, Ino." I breathed, quickening my pace. I debated whether to call her, but knew that she probably didn't want to talk at the moment.
I rounded a corner, trying to remember the path I had taken to get here.
Maybe I should just flag a taxi.
As I crossed a street, I noticed a beautiful park. Smiling, I made my way towards it.
Maybe instead of going home right away, it would be better to blow of steam here. Nature always had a calming affect on me, being a country girl and all.
As I approached the garden, I saw a gate and a booth where people were lining up.
There's a line up to see a garden?
I ended up paying 200 yen to get in.
The area was large and spacious, ornate structured gardens filled with exquisite trees and flowers surrounding the park. It wasn't too crowded, which I liked.
I ended up seated right underneath a cheery blossom, instantly greeted with sweet floral scents wafting in the air and a warm gust of wind.
I could stay here forever...
Suddenly I felt a vibration in my pocket and I pulled out my phone reluctantly.
I cocked my head to the side when my phone read an unidentified number and I momentarily wondered who it could be.
"Hell—"
"SAKURA!"
An explosion of nostalgia flooded my senses at the much too familiar voice.
"Naruto..." I whispered, a grin spreading across my face.
"You're in Tokyo and you didn't tell me? Geez, Sakura I thought we were way closer than that!"
"I'm sorry! I heard that you changed your number...and I...I'm sorry." I stammered guiltily, still trying to overcome the initial shock of hearing his voice.
"Yeah you better be sorry! Where are you? I wanna see you!"
"I want to see you too! Uhm, I'm..." I trailed off, swivelling my head from side to side.
"Oh course you don't know where you are. You haven't changed at all, you airhead." Naruto drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Psh! And you haven't either, nucklehead!" I retorted, jumping to my feet.
Naruto's chuckles filled the other end of the line and I couldn't help but join in.
"Alright, one second. I'm in a park. Somewhere!"
"Sakura, there are like, a million parks In Tokyo."
"Don't exaggerate!"
"Did you have to pay to get in?"
"Yeah...200 yen. Oh! I think I see a sign. It says the 'Shinjuku Gyoen'."
"Oh! I know where that is! Don't move! I'll see you soon!"
"Wait! Naru...to." I trailed off exasperatedly, hearing the dial tone that notified me that he had already hung up.
Yep, he hasn't changed at all.
I grinned involuntarily as I slumped back against the cherry blossom tree.
It had been months since I saw Naruto. We had been childhood friends back in our small hometown.
Truth was, I missed Naruto. Sometimes I had trouble sleeping because I missed him so much. I missed the way he could make me smile in an instant, the way he was so Naruto-like. How he lit up any room with his presence. His nucklehead smiles. There was definitely nobody else like him. He was like the brother I never had.
Flashback:
"Sakura! Naruto's at the door, sweetie!"
"Yeah, okay momma." I hollered as I ran downstairs.
"Hey Naru!" I exclaimed planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey Sakura. I'm going over to Ino's house because Sasuke's living there now. Wanna come with me?"
"Yeah! I'll just ask my mom." I smiled, turning around and cupping my mouth with my hands, "Momma, can I go over to Ino's?"
She emerged from the kitchen, dressed in an apron, her hands powdered in flour, "Yes you can. But be home for dinner. Naruto, you're welcome to join us if you like."
"Thanks Ms. Haruno. You make the best food. Well, besides Ichirakus, but nobody can beat Ichi." Naruto grinned sheepishly as my mother's laughter filled the room.
"You kids have fun. Be careful and be on your best behavior."
"We will!" Naruto and I replied in unison.
"Sasuke's so lucky he gets to live with Ino." I said, grabbing Naruto's hand as we made our way down the familiar path to the Yamanaka's.
"What are you doing, Sak?" Naruto asked, peering at our interlaced hands curiously.
"Ino told me it's what people do when they're going to get married." I smiled, "She said that's what her dad and Sasuke's mom did a lot."
"Oh, okay." Naruto shrugged, accepting the explanation.
When we got to Ino's, Naruto and I knocked on her door simultaneously.
Ino father greeted us at the door with a smile, "Hey kiddies."
"Hi Mr. Yamanaka. I'm here to see Ino."
"And I'm here to see Sasuke!"
"Sasuke is in the backyard and Ino's in her room, I believe." Ino's father smiled, ushering us inside.
"Come tell Ino to join us outside!" Naruto exclaimed, making his way past the kitchen to the yard.
"Okay!"
I ran upstairs as I called Ino's name and then I burst into her room.
"Sakura?"
"Hey Ino, wanna come play with us outside?" I smiled, making my way to my best friend. She was drawing in a coloring book on her bed. I comfortably sat next to her, observing her handiwork.
"That's pretty."
"Thanks. And I don't know. I haven't really played with him yet." Ino huffed, choosing a blue crayon.
"Who?"
"Sasuke. I don't know if he's fun yet." Ino pouted, coloring Cinderella's dress with as much focus and precision as a surgeon performing heart surgery.
"Oh, he's really fun. He's Naruto's best friend and you really like Naru, right?" I assured her.
"Yeah. I guess." Ino trailed off, cocking her head side to side taking in her colouring, "Hey Saku, you know that guy?"
"Sasuke. Yeah?"
"He's my brother now. And the other one too."
"Yeah. His name's Itachi."
"Do you know him?"
"No, but Naruto told me about him once. He said he was tall and nice."
"He's tall. Yeah."
"Naruto also said that Itachi can make really pretty sounds with his guitar."
"Oh."
"Anyways, you wanna go play outside?"
"Oh, okay..."
"I'll race you!"
"Hey! That's not fair!"
xxx
"SAKURA! HEY! SAKURA!" A voice yelled, and I instantly snapped my eyes open.
Dazed, I tried to pinpoint the voice calling my name as I clumsily got to my feet.
"Head rush, head rush, head rush. Owwww." I groaned to myself, steadying myself against the tree with one hand and grabbing my aching head with the other.
"Sakura!"
When the rush subsided, I opened my eyes and broke out into a grin when I saw a familiar head of blond hair and eccentric blue eyes to match.
"Naruto!" I yelled, running towards him.
-Ino's POV-
"So tell me what you've been up to." I poked at my salad and looked up to make eye contact with Sasuke.
He was still as handsome as ever: hair spiked flawlessly, skin pale as ever, and eyes that manage to always leave me mesmerized.
That's Sasuke Yamanaka for you I guess.
"Nothing really. Just been busy with music. We just finished a practice." He spoke pointedly and moved to take a sip of his (black and bitter looking) coffee.
Right, I forgot it wasn't just Itachi who played, "Oh, are you still in a band?"
He nodded, "Yeah, with Naruto and a few other guys."
"Nice, when's the album coming out?" I smiled half-jokingly.
He chuckled, "We're debuting in a few weeks I think."
I wanted to ask him what he thought of Akatsuki.
"I'm sure you guys will beat out every band in Japan." I grinned encouragingly.
There was a slight pause.
I knew he was thinking about it, about him. He probably didn't want to talk about Itachi—the topic always bothered him anyways.
"What are you doing here, Ino?" Sasuke sighed, almost as if he didn't want me to be in Tokyo.
I shook the strange feeling, "I'm trying to get into the whole fashion—"
"—No, I mean...what are you really doing here." He cut me off bluntly and bore his orbs right through me.
Wow, I feel so welcomed.
"I'm not here because of him, if that's what you're thinking." I stated testily; something I learned from living with the two Yamanaka boys.
"Sure about that?" He fired back condescendingly, if I wasn't so used to it—I might have been scared.
"I didn't even know about his dumb band until I came here." I rolled my eyes at my stepbrother.
He raised a brow, "So you know about Akatsuki."
"Who doesn't in this city?" I retorted, still pissed at the way he spoke to me earlier, "The first thing Sakura and I were greeted with was a goddamn poster of his band."
"Sakura." Sasuke echoed, as if he had just realized she existed, "She's here with you, isn't she?"
"Job interview, you'll be able to see her later." I quipped quickly, knowing he probably wanted to see her.
"Hn."
"So, you know about the concert tonight, right?" I began tentatively, not sure how he'd react to me knowing so much already.
"And you're thinking about going." He stated with a frown present on his lips.
I felt something inside me shift uncomfortably. Guilt? First Sakura and now him, "Well, yeah..."
"What does Sakura think about that...?" He crossed his arms over his toned chest knowingly.
"We got in a fight because she thinks he isn't worth seeing." I sighed, unwanted memories of our fight surfacing into my mind.
Seriously, we bicker sometimes, but this fight was totally out of line.
"Well she has a valid point." He stared hard at his empty mug, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
I scoffed bitterly, still a little upset with my best friend, "Why do you always have to side with her?"
He closed his eyes calmly (similar to the way Itachi did when I was yelling at him), "It's merely that we have similar opinions."
I groaned teasingly, half annoyed.
"But if you did go, this would be your first time seeing him since, what? Nine years?"
Actually third time...but I don't think Sasuke would appreciate that.
I made a mental note not to mention my previous encounters with Itachi to Sasuke.
"Uhm, yeah. I've seen pictures, though." I mumbled, staring into my salad. Lying to my stepbrother was always an impossible task...both stepbrothers I mean.
"You've probably guessed it already but, Itachi isn't the same person we knew." Sasuke said, staring straight at me.
Yeah, I had to learn the hard way.
"I know," my voice cracked involuntarily, "...you don't have to tell me."
And then I remembered something that shifted my attention to a different topic.
"Sasuke," I started with genuine curiosity, "why did Itachi change his surname?"
I watched Sasuke display his trademark smirk, "It's more like he decided to switch back. Our biological father's last name is Uchiha."
I widened my eyes, "Oh, I never knew that."
"I'm known as Sasuke Uchiha here, it's just more convenient than anything else."
I sipped my ice tea thoughtfully, "Convenient?"
Sasuke's response was cut off by the urgent vibration of his Blackberry.
"One minute." Sasuke muttered, digging into his pocket then bringing the phone to his ear, "What is it?"
There was an awkward pause, in which I decided to pull out my own Blackberry.
There was a message from my mother, telling me she hoped our flight had been comfortable and to please call her if we needed anything.
I sighed, imagining my mother's face—her sleek brows knit together, her head cocked to the side in concern. It broke my heart what Itachi had done to her. And I hoped that she would never have to see him again.
Hmm, sounds a bit familiar eh?
And then I suddenly understood exactly how Sakura felt.
I inwardly cursed at my subconscious. How does this girl always manage to make me feel guilty?
After sending my mother a short text, I tucked my phone away and sipped at my Coke.
"Hey, I actually have to go..." Sasuke trailed off dropping off a couple bills on our table.
There was a change in atmosphere, sudden tension etched on his face. Whatever the news had been; it wasn't good.
"Oh, where?" I honestly wanted him to stay. We hadn't seen each other for months and there was just so much more to catch up on.
"Just back to our place." He stood and chugged the last of his water.
"Our place?" I looked up at him inquisitively.
"Me, Naruto, and the rest of the band." He answered still standing and paused shortly, "Wanna come? I'm sure Naruto will want to see you."
I smiled at the invitation and rose from my seat immediately, "Sure, I haven't seen that dope in a while. I kinda miss him."
"It might be a little messy." He ran a hand through his hair.
I scoffed, "Oh please, I lived with you for a couple years and even made it out of Naruto's room alive. I know what I'm getting into."
"If you say so." He chuckled and opened a steel gray door, which led to a large living room. Bottles were scattered across tables, socks were miscellaneously found on the floor, random plates and cutlery could be found no where near the kitchen.
"How can you stand living here...?" I made sure nothing touched my new Prada bag.
He shrugged carelessly, "You get used to it."
"Right..." I trailed off. I took one sweep of the place and the overwhelming desire to clean the house gripped me.
"I know what you're thinking, so stop thinking. As weird as it sounds, the guys like it messy. They know where everything is."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "I don't understand boys."
"Sasuke, I'm glad you're here...Oh. You brought company." A voice said, and I turned in surprise.
"Kiba, this is my stepsister, Ino. Ino this is Kiba." Sasuke introduced, nodding at the boy.
His green shirt and denim bottoms combination screamed laid back. He had large puppy dog eyes and messily spiked hair.
First thing that came to my mind was: cute.
I smiled, "Hey."
Yeah. Definitely cute.
Kiba smiled back but there was uncertainty in his face, "Hey. I've heard lots of about you, but I only knew you as the stepsister."
I smirked, and glanced at Sasuke who smirked back, "From Naruto, not me."
"Speaking of that loser, where is he?" I inquired, peaking past Kiba.
"He said he was going out to meet a friend," Kiba replied pulling out his phone, fidgeting nervously.
"Where's the rest of the band?" Sasuke, asked grabbing two cokes from the fridge and handing me one.
"Gaara has a photo shoot and Shikamaru is asleep in his room." Kiba chuckled, "Not a surprise, really."
"Yeah." Sasuke smirked, sitting down on the couch, "Ino, make yourself at home."
"Easier said than done," I grimaced, sidestepping past a bunch of scattered papers and CDs and finding a seat on a stool.
"Yeah, we haven't had a girl over for a while." Kiba blushed, scratching the side of his head sheepishly.
Was it weird that that piece of information made me feel good?
"Where were you this morning?" Sasuke asked, picking up a thick score from the table.
"I was at the library, picking some stuff up." The puppy-dog eyed boy continued to focus on his phone.
"I haven't ever met a guy so attached to his phone." I commented playfully.
He forced a nervous laugh, which earned him a subtly curious glance from Sasuke himself, "Yeah, man she's right, what's up?"
"It's nothing." Kiba insisted, flustered.
I wasn't buying it, "You sure...?"
After a short moment of being stared down by Sasuke and I, he exhaled tiredly, "It's just this girl..."
"A girl?" I sat up excitedly; finally something interesting.
Sasuke grunted, "You're seriously worrying about a girl?"
"Shush!" I raised a hand to block my insensitive stepbrother from the conversation, then focused my attention back on Kiba, "What's she like?"
I could tell he was taken aback by my interest, "Uh...well. She's not very good with directions, but she's smart, and pretty." He cleared his throat, "Really pretty. She's...different. Hard to describe."
Sounds like Sakura.
I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought of my best friend's incompetence.
"Sounds like someone else we know." Sasuke mumbled while scribbling and scratching things out on the papers in his lap.
Kiba ignored him, "Yeah, we were texting a little earlier."
"Oh." I sounded, "She hasn't texted you back then?"
It was strange to me that there were actually boys like this.
So cute.
He stayed silent, a prominent blush on his cheeks.
"Call her." I voiced suddenly, smiling at him encouragingly.
He looked up at me, eyes wide and innocent, "Really?"
I nodded, "It won't do any harm."
"Alright then..." He murmured and dialed into his Blackberry. Then he looked up, "But she's probably busy or somethin—"
"Call. Her." I commanded.
"Okay I will..."
"Put it on speaker." I shifted towards the edge of my seat.
After pressing the green button, he held his phone out (knowing Sasuke would want to hear the conversation as well).
"Hello?" A distinctly familiar voice emitted from the device.
"Hey, Sakura." He spoke, a nervous expression present on his face.
—Wait...
—Did he just say...?
"Oh! Kiba! Hi! What's going on?"
Yup. That was definitely Sakura.
I shot a look of disbelief towards Sasuke, who looked back with equal surprise.
Then slowly, the corner of his mouth crooked upward.
"Just wondering if you wanted to hang later." Kiba replied, fisting his hair.
There was some rustling and another voice came up then disappeared.
"Uh...I'm just at a friend's. How about tomorrow?"
Since when did she have friends in Tokyo?
"Oh no problem. I'll call you later."
Kiba hung up quickly.
"That's embarrassing." Sasuke scoffed thoughtlessly, but there was a amused twinkle in his eyes.
"At least he has a girl!" I defended the poor guy, "Don't listen to him, Kiba."
"No, he's right. That was bad..."
"HONEY, I'M HOME!" A loud, obnoxious voice boomed from the doorway.
...Naruto.
"Shikamaru's gonna kill you if you wake him up again." Kiba sighed and slumped deeper against the couch.
"The lazy ass needs to get up anyways." Orange and blond rolled into the living room, "I wanna introduce you all to somebody awesome! Her name is Sak—INO?"
"Naruto." I nodded calmly, but on the inside I totally wanted to jump up and lock him in a tight embrace.
He looked...so different, older. His face was more mature, for sure, but his eyes were still that same vibrant shade of blue.
And of course a bright orange shirt was present on his upper half.
"...Ino?" A cautious voice piped up.
"Sakura." I acknowledged, but didn't make eye contact with her, still unsure of where we stood.
Right, almost forgot we were in a fight.
"Sasuke!" She ran towards my stepbrother excitedly, but stopped in her tracks half way.
"S-S-Sakura?" Kiba stood hastily, shifting his eyes back and forth between Sakura and Naruto, "N-Naruto how do you...?"
The rosette widened her eyes, "Kiba? How...?"
"Sakura." Sasuke smirked.
"Wait, Sasuke, Naruto..."
"I'm so confused! How does everyone know each other?" Naruto wailed from across the room.
I had to admit, my own mind was a little jumbled.
...
...
Everyone stared at each other for a long awkward moment.
...
...
A really long, really awkward moment.
Then, thank the Lord, an unfamiliar (pissed-off) looking boy appeared: his hair was in a spiked up pony-tail and he was rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I think I can safely say everyone knows each other's names! I'm trying to sleep! What the hell is going on here?"
A/N: Hello faithful readers, it's tornupleather. Sorry for the long wait everyone, but we finally came up with a good enough chapter for you all. Thanks for all the support!
Winter Psyche: Haha! I love the awkwardness, I must say. I'm so glad we were able to introduce Sasuke and Naruto in this chapter. I heart them much too much from my own good. Thank you so much for all your reviews/support :)
P.S. Thank you especially to Yami Uchiha for the song suggestion. That was added to our Playlist instantly! (And yes, it does fit perfectly)
You lovelies should all know that tornupleather and I are quite the music lovers so any song suggestions are welcome with open arms! :)
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