It's been awhile...My grandfather and mom had surgery, and school has been a lot more hectic with tests. GuardianoftheMFNakano somehow gets to update.

Cheeky bastard.

Enjoy..? lol

Walk. Walk. Walk. Stop.

"Grapefruits, or pineapples?"

"Pineapples."

Walk. Walk. Walk. Stop.

"French Vanilla, or Hazelnut?"

"Hazelnut."

Walk. Walk. Walk. Stop.

"...Sasuke?" Itachi looked to his younger brother, sighing.

"What, 'Tachi?"

"Why are you with me, in the supermarket at eight in the morning?"

Sasuke blinked, checking the price of the sorry looking fish, squinting slightly. I knew I should've brought my glasses... He thought warily. "Because, Aniki, winners always come early to get the best prices on food. And no one is up now, which means no nasty sluts and crowded lines."

Itachi flinched slightly at the salmon being ejected into his face and not into the cart. "Sasuke, promise you will NEVER take on sports." He placed the freshly wrapped salmon in the cart.

Sasuke walked alongside his brother, who stopped past the isle of cosmetics, looking at this guy. They looked at each other then back at him, then back to each other.

A mangy, auburn, curly mop was fixated atop his head, no shirt, but a canvas of intricately drawn tattoos sat above his shoulders, biceps, and back, some peeking out by his waist. He looked lost as to which condoms to get, brows knitted together masking his frustration. His shopping cart explained his life: condoms, lube, toilet paper, at least five cases of beer of two types, what looks like lighter fluid, really expensive laundry detergent and softener, and at least twenty boxes of Stouffer's, Hungry Man XXL, and Marie Calender's boxes of food.

He looked up as they were leaving, staring at Itachi for a long time. Just practically gawking at him.

Itachi nervously took a step back. "Sasuke, what do I do, he's staring."

"I don't know- wave or something?" He came closer, approaching them.

"Now what?!" He whisper-yelled.

"Hey!" He yelled, face-to-face with Itachi. "What are ya?"

"...I'm sorry?"

"A tranny? Post-op, right? Or one of them-whatcha call 'em? OH! Emo girls."

"..." Itachi fixated his best glare and stared him down, though he was taller. "I'm a boy, asshole."

"..." The guy burst out laughing, turning his cart and walking toward the ice cream section, Itachi stalking away angrily.

"You gotta admit though...You could pass for-"

"Sauske, finish that sentence, and i swear I'll dye your hair blonde."

Sasuke flushed, walking past Itachi with the cart to the checkout line.

"Hinata, can I borrow a dollar?"

"Why..?"

"...There are some Salt and Vinegar chips in the vending machine..." Sasuke looked at her, poking the glass of the machine, pouting slightly.

"Her-"

"YAY." He got it after it fell, eating with her in the courtyard outside. Since his next class was gym then home, and it was already starting to get warm, he'd figured he'd walk. Only a few blocks, right?

He played badminton with some of the guys in his class-Kiba was on his team, and Neji and Lee where on the other. They were winning by one point.

"I heard you got beat up in the girls' bathroom like, two days ago." Kiba glanced at Sasuke.

He grunted, hitting the little bird over the net, hard, "Yeah. If people truly understood the word betrayal, they would understand the reason why he does it."

Kiba hit the bird with less force, making the others trip over them selves trying to catch it, thus letting Sasuke and Kiba win the game. "He still hates you for that, huh?"

"You have no idea.

Sasuke walked home, enjoying the breeze and warmth of late spring and early summer, thinking of the past.

It hurt.

It hurt like a fucker.

-o-

"Hinata? Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Sasuke teetered in the kitchen while she made sandwiches.

"Do you think I need a girlfri-"

"Yes." Hinata slapped some spicy turkey on hers, and some plain on his. "I constantly am searching for Ms. Right for you're such a priss that you can have yourself hm?" She looked up laughing slightly.

"Aren't you dating Shino?" He tried to steal some of her turkey and was hit with the spoon covered in mustard.

"Kiba, now. Shino's in college, remember? "Done with both sandwiches, she handed him his and started eating, heading to his room.

Sasuke followed behind, thinking solmenly on the fact that he only had he, himself and him. Well, there's Itachi, but that complicated fucker is always busy nagging and doing work. And after? Always watching America's Next Top Model, shooing him away whit his glass of Pinot Grigio.

Maybe he would try and look for a significant other. He's only in the eleventh grade.

Maybe.

God, just kill me, I think this chappie has been sitting here, just collecting my tears of agony cause I don't get time to write.

I'm gonna go hide on my tumblr. TT^TT