Happines Is Worth Waiting For
(Chapter 3)
Warning: Cursing, probably some yaoiii...
Disclaimer: Naruto. Not. Mine
It's been three weeks now since I first arrived to this school. Gaara and I have really connected in the meantime. Turns out, he had a childhood very similar to mine.
But when he told me about it, it seemed a bit more traumatizing than my experience with other people. All I went through was the ignorance and neglect from others, but he even got beaten up by his father. He said that his dad was an alcoholic ever since he could remember. He even killed his mother, and it wasn't really easy for him growing up with, what Gaara called him, a psychotic lazyass shitbag.
As you can probably guess, we had a good laugh on his expense.
And I haven't seen the oh so great Uchiha Sasuke at school since the day he saved my clumsy ass. And to me, that's honestly, well... Kinda saddening. I really don't flippin' know why, but my brain's been acting weird ever since that day he saved me. It's like I can't even get his annoying, yet somehow soothing voice outta my head.
Bluuh, maybe I am going crazy just like my grandpa.
The only times I do see him are in a martial arts club that me and Gaara decided to go to.
But I have no damn idea why we signed up for it in the first place. The teacher's some depressed weirdass freak in a really, and when I say really I mean a REALLY tight green costume that makes him look even more gay than he is.
His name is Gai-sensei, after all...
Oh, and I also found out that 'The Uchiha Stare' that's what me and Gaara call it, surprisingly doesn't repel the ladies, but is considered really attractive. Maybe that bastard influenced me when he used it on me as well. And by bastard, of course I mean Sasuke.
But who saves someone that they have never ever eveeer met before in their life simply because of 'kindness', anyway? And besides, my first impression of him wasn't really some Mr Nice Guy.
HE CALLED ME A DOBE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. YOU DO NOT CALL UZUMAKI NARUTO A DOBE.
But like it or not, I'll have to let it go sooner than later. I've been thinking about him too much, anyway.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Huh? It's already 7pm?" I say out loud unintentionally and look at the clock. Yep, the alarm sure is always right. I take out my phone to silence the irritating beeping, and then lazily crawl off the bed.
Today was Thursday, after all, that means martial arts lessons with Mr Weirdo AKA Gai-sensei. I head down the stairs and swiftly find my way through the maze-like hallway and to the door. Iruka was actually right about the whole 'getting used to it' thing for once.
I open the door, breathing in the fresh evening air. Then I step on the doormat, close the door and start heading over to Gaara's house. We made an arrangement that I always come to his house to pick him up half an hour before the club starts so that he gets 'ready'.
I don't know how a person 'gets ready' for a simple club either, it's not like anyone cares what you look like when you get there 'cause at the end we're all pretty much sweating like pigs and have to go under the shower, so some cool hair styles really wouldn't come in handy.
Hehe, oooh seeing Sasuke all sweaty and hooot and... GOD DAMMIT. NO NARUTO BAD NARUTO.
Uhh, anyways, I really don't know what he does to get ready. But I don't really care either.
When I come to his doorstep I ring on the bell a couple of times in order, so that he knows I came to pick him up. Yep, also the way of ringing the bell was an arrangement between the two of us.
Now that I think about it, us two always do so many things together, that now I don't think I could go on my life without him. Yea yea it sounds cliché but it's true. I never really thought you can get attached to a person like that in such a short time.
Because the door opens almost instantly and Gaara's face pops up so suddenly, it startles me and I let out a surprised high-pitched "Woah!" and stagger back a bit, just enough to lose my footing and flop on the ground, arms and legs away from me.
"Haha! Oh lord Naruto why the hell do you get so easily scared?" laughs Gaara while I try to scramble back up on my feet.
When he decides that he has probably laughed enough for now, and will rather keep some of the laughs for a time in the future, when he tells me the story of when I fell because I got scared of him opening the door (takes in deep breath), he finally grabs my hand and helps me get back up.
"Awww poor Naru-kun, you didn't have Sasuke-san to save you from falling now, huuuh?" he says mockingly and makes a pout face and seems to enjoy himself even more when he sees my cheeks turn bright red.
"Say that again and I swear I'll kill you, you ass!" I yell at him threateningly and give the top of his head a hit with my hand.
"Owww!" He screams, rubs the place where I hit him and pouts saying "That hurt, you know..."
But I know it didn't hurt as much as he acted it did, because in a few seconds, he already seems better and cheerfully says "Well, let's get going already!"
So we head down the pleasant evening street, laughing and picking on each other every now and then
Once we get to the back door of the school, which is also the entrance to the gym where the club is held, Gaara pulls out his phone to check the time
"7:38?!" I screech right into his ear.
"Fuck, man, you're gonna make me deaf!" he yells and looks back and pushes me away a bit, making sure that I really won't make him deaf with any more sudden screeches.
"Shit, we're late..." He murmurs under his breath, then swiftly opens the heavy door, grabs my wrist and starts running down the hallway, pulling me with him.
"He- eeey!" I scream, trying to pick up the pace. "Come on!" He yells back and keeps on running.
I barley keep up with him, damn he's fast.
When the hallway finally opens up into a much more spaceful area, he suddenly stops, almost making me trip over my own feet.
"I'm... so sorry... that we're..." he starts the moment we step into the gym.
"Late..." I finish his sentence. We're both still breathing really heavily, with our hands leaning on our knees, not even noticing that the only people in the gym are Sasuke, Shikamaru, and Kiba.
I hear a couple of laughs from them, and finally look up to see that Gai isn't there.
"Huh?... Where's... Gai-sensei?" I ask them in between breaths.
"Weren't you two listening the last time?" says Kiba, still amused over our struggle to catch our breath.
Kiba and Shikamaru are two of Sasuke's 'best friends'. Kiba is some dog-obsessed freak, and Shikamaru is probably the laziest guy alive.
"Gai had to go to the karate tournament with Lee today, so we started earlier than usually." Adds Sikamaru.
"But oooohhh waiiit, you two skipped the last twenty minutes of the class last Thursday 'cause you had 'something important to do'." Continues Kiba sarcastically.
Me and Gaara look at each other with the 'shit we got busted' look. And even so, I look back at the guys trying desperately to lie and stammer "Uh, w-we did have something important to do! We had tooo uhh..." I bite my lip and look over to Gaara again only to see him slapping his face with his hand.
Well damn it, why don't try to make up a lie right on the spot!
"It's okay, Naruto. You don't have to struggle to lie now. We didn't tell, Gai that you two ditched class to go to that bar across the street, anyway." says Sasuke with a big smirk on his face. Crap, when the hell did they spot us?!
It seemes that Gaara is thinking the same thing as me, and asks "But, h-how did you know we went there?!"
Sasuke shrugs, looking over to his comrades. Kiba is the one to answer our question, first with a sigh and then saying neutrally "You just proved it..."
Both of our jaws fall down, and in surprise and god if I'm not mad right now I don't know... arghhhh.
"You-you tricked us!" screams Gaara with disbelief.
But they all just shrug it off, and walk straight past us with a remark from Sasuke "You two are just way too predictable."
I'm so pissed right now that I could...I could...!
Out of a sudden, I raise a fist over Sasuke's head when he walks past, ready to give him a blow, but feel Gaara's strong grip grab my hand and pull it back. "No, Naruto..." He whispers in my ear through clenched teeth, making sure I'm the only one that can hear him and warns me, saying "You do not wanna get in a fight with him." But seeing that he didn't entirely convince me, he let's out a troubled sigh and adds "Pleaseee believe me on this..." When saying that, he makes a face that I haven't seem him use yet. Is it... worry and... could it be defense?
Does he worry about me getting beaten up by Sasuke? Even though his face takes away my intentions of hitting Sasuke for a split second, I still let out a sigh, hoping it would calm me down, and carelessly say something that I probably shouldn't have, as loud as I possibly can.
"Hmph, whatever. I'd could beat that damn Uchiha to a pulp anyway."
There's a halt of the walking I hear in the hallway. And in a few moments I hear it again, but instead of it getting quieter and quieter, it just gets louder and closer. And the door of the gym opens no one other but the 'damn Uchiha'.
Whoops, guess he wasn't out of earshot after all.
Gaara gives me a 'oh god you poor bastard' look, and I hear Sasuke say the deadly words: "That sounds like a challenge, loser."
A smirk finds its way up his face, and I just swallow, unsure of what to say. My heart is beating as fast as it never has before. And then I, again, carelessly blurt out the words (dear lord I swear I have no idea why I said them either)
"Sure, why not."
At first, I think I see a hint of surprise in Sasuke's face, but then again it was probably just my confused and panicking mind, saying to itself OH FUCK FUCK FFF WHY. THE DAMN. HELL. AM. I . SO. STUPID.
"Naruto, you dumbass! Why aren't you listening to me?!" I hear Gaara screech desperately, and in the corner of my eye see him reaching out for my hand again to pull me out of the fight, but I jump away and hiss back at him: "Just step aside, Gaara, this is a fight between me and that assho-"
And before I can finish the 'hole' part, I feel an aching punch in my stomach. I groan loudly because of the terrible pain and wrap my hands around my belly, and before I can figure out the situation I've found myself in, there comes another hit in my forehead, which I'm guessing was with a foot.
I feel myself flying away, seeing a blurry figure of Sasuke and his killing glare staring at me, and then landing harshly on the wooden gym floor, skidding over it, leaving a path of blood on it.
I feel the metal-like taste of blood in my mouth, and also feel it drip over my forehead. I lean on my elbows, then my knees and finally succeed to stand on my shaky legs.
But before I can totally get my dizzy brain to focus, I already see the looming silhouette of Sasuke's body jump in the air and his fist hit me with unimaginable speed. With paralyzing pain, my back hits the wooden floor again, but the difference now is that my whole body is being held down with added weight on top of me.
I open my eyes to see Sasuke's cold face staring down at me. His nose is so close to mine that if I'd try to get up now, I'd probably end up kissing him.
Hehe... and yeeeet the thought of it maybe actually isn't so ba-... OH COME ON NARUTO YOU DAMN DIRTYMIND YOU'RE STRAIGHT STRAAAAIGHT I SAY. And at a time like this, when he is totally NOT attractive.
And so, we look at each other for just a couple of moments before he puts on a smirk again, and raises his covered-in-blood fist over my face. Is this sadist really the person that girls fall for?
That was my last thought before my face becomes his punchbag. He hits me once...twice...again and again, over and over he keeps punching me, and it seems like an eternity until the weight lifts off of me, but not by its own choice, I can tell. The only thing I can hear over the echoing pain in my head is someone screaming RUN! So I somehow manage to scramble on my aching legs and follow the instruction.
I run. I run as fast as I can. Through the blurriness I somehow make out the straight school hallway, then the pebblestone path that leads to the street... but the rest is a total blur. I just run.
I headlessly run through unknown, my face a screwed up bloody mess, and with the only remaining feelings; shock, pain, and rejectment.
Finally *_*
All the damn things I went through to get this chapter done... -goes and cries in a corner-
Kay, if you don't mind I'm gonna go kill myself now. Bye.