Compulsive Notes
Okay I know I only use 'notes' instead of 'noties' when something bad is going to happen, but nothing bad is going to happen, I'm just still really disappointed in myself for trying to post that shit chapter last year. So I did some soul searching, let my life get back together, and spent all week working on this thing. So I hope I redeem myself with this guy. I went searching through my funny quoats for some bits of this story. Hope you like this one. haha
Somewhere between the first moments of blurred post-climax thinking, and finally waking up I'd lost track of time. Something I'd like to note did not happy often. It had gone from seven-o-clock in the evening, to four-o-clock in the afternoon of the next day. I didn't even realize I had the capability of sleeping that long, let alone going without eating or using the restroom. With this said, at the moment I actually awoke from my strangely long, slumber, I made the toilet a first priority. It could easily be placed second on a list of things I enjoyed exiting my body as of right now. But then again, that wasn't exactly a list full of things I enjoyed to begin with.
When I returned to the bed to rouse Naruto as well, he was in coma like state. I touched his shoulder, gently asking him to wake up. He carefully curled to his side before completely turning over to his back. I placed my hands on either side of his head, and my knees on either side of his torso. This was nice. I liked being up here. I leaned in to kiss him and saw his expression softly change to one I could not exactly pinpoint. Centimeters away from his face I heard him take a very small deep breath. It was like he could, even in sleep, sense me.
But just as I was about to kiss him, instead of his eyes pealing open in a graceful fashion that would make my heart race, he sneezed. Snot and throat residue covered my face.
"Thank you. Naruto." I said, feeling myself suddenly lifted and flipped on my back. All four of my limbs were pinned. And though Naruto's actions were swift and graceful, he had yet to be awoken. He had faster reflex then a cat, and he wasn't half way awake. His upper lids, open as they were, still hung just above his lower lids. His strength while asleep was as strong as the sleep itself. I tried to move but found this futile. I figured it was easier to wiggle from under him then to wake him.
But that train of thought didn't last long, seeing as the only way it would have worked was if I had actually wiggled off the bed, taking him with me. This I was not okay with. I thought for a moment or two before I saw the door to my bedroom swing open.
"Get off my sister, you pervert." Itachi nearly shouted, in a controlled volume, rather upset sounding. He took a step forward and hit Naruto over the head with a cane. Naruto fell off of me, and on to the ground before Itachi's feet.
Now let me describe this room to you, so you can get the full joy of this image. First of all, it's a fairly large room. It's a square room and the door is in the upper left hand corner. And I have a king sized bed (Just cause I'm small, doesn't mean I don't like to sprawl out while sleeping.) that sits right next to the door. Which should paint a picture of what just happened.
I pulled what was the remaining of the sheets up to cover my bear body. After realizing I was not like the many women I'd seen in movies, who had to cover their bare chests, I let it drop to my waist, but this was only half the damage.
"So the one year I actually come to visit, you in here with another man. How...typically disgusting of you."
"Then why the fuck are you here." I heard Naruto mutter, rather loudly, while taking his time to rise to his feet. Itachi slapped the tip of the cane on the floor in Naruto's way. "Move. Your. Cane." And just as a fight was about to insure I stepped forward, still attempting to keep myself covered.
"Please. It's nearly Christmas. Now, Itachi, you need to back the fuck up. I mean, you don't even need a cane, why do you have one?"
"It's not a cane, it's a pimp stick. And I use it to keep my hoes in check." He popped me in the side of the knee, and I crumpled my face in pain. The leg gave out and I landed on Naruto for support.
"He is not one of your hoes!" Naruto raged, attempting to lash out, but I held him back.
"Christmas!" I shouted, gripping his arm a little tighter, but mostly because I felt myself loosing balance again. "Now, Itachi if you don't mind, me and Naruto need to put something on. So if you could just step out the door momentarily, I would really appreciate it." He turned and exited his shoes tapping the ground with every step he took.
"It's not like I've see anything exciting anyway. Not much to see." He scoffed closing the door.
"Why that little-"
"Naruto. Why do you buy into his asshole bullshit. That's who he is. He lives to piss people off and feeds off their rage. The more irate you become, the more he provokes you!" Naruto cursed under his breath, and gritted his teeth.
I slipped into some boxers, as difficult as it was with my still aching knee, and made Naruto promise to remain upstairs, before following my brother down. When I arrived at my kitchen table he'd already made himself a cup of tea.
"Well...?" I asked, pulling up a chair. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
"What made you think I came here to talk to you?" He mused over his tea cup.
"Shit, Itachi, you don't just show up. Even if it is the holidays. That's not you. You don't even favor me as far as I know."
"Your right. I don't. And your also right about me just showing up without reason. I don't plan to extend my stay, so I'll make this as brief and painless as possible. You've been disinherited." My lip and eye twitched in unison.
"You've already got all the money. When Mom and Dad die, the money is yours. So why should it matter whether or not I'm disinherited. Even if I don't understand..."
"-They believe you gay, and don't like that to much." He lit up a cigarette and took a casual puff. I scoffed at the comment.
"So even though I wasn't getting any money to begin with, I'm not even in line because they think I'm gay."
"Your are gay."
"That doesn't change anything!"
"It's been quite obvious for years, they're just now discussing it."
"I pretty much came out eight years ago!" Itachi shushed me, and what looked like a slight smile touched the corners of his mouth.
"Like I said, they're just now discussing it. So...I was told to come here and let you know your house, your money, your happy little life in the suburbs. It's over. Your life as you know it, is over. And because I'm not ready to move into the mansion just yet, seeing as they're still inhabiting it, I'm moving in here some time next month. So pack you shit and go."
"Oh. My. God. You're serious aren't you?" I laughed uncomfortably, realizing the severity of the situation. This could possibly be a big problem. "You're throwing me out because of..." I covered my now silent mouth. This wasn't at all about the money, or wanting my house, he was getting revenge.
What could once be construed as a smile, was once again a frown.
"Oh shut the hell up. It has nothing to do with that." I heard the floorboards creek from the top step, and both our eyes snapped to the sound of the area. "You should have gotten off your lazy ass and gotten a job. You couldn't possibly think Mom and Dad would support you forever." Foolishly I had.
"Well, get out. As long as I live here, it's my house." Usually I wouldn't let him see my loose my cool as much as I just had, but Naruto was lurking around and he needed to hear no more of this from a third party.
He stood up gracefully and strolled by stopping only for a moment.
"Sasu-chan, your going to know what it's like to suffer. This I promise." He got me again in the knee and I felt it give out. My face slammed hard against the floor.
"YOUDON'TEVENNEEDAFUCKINGCANE!" I shouted. Now I too was irate.
"It's not a cane, it's a pimp stick. And with a little extra cash, I believe it was money well spent." I heard the front door slam shut and felt my leg go numb.
Naruto raced down the steps and pulled me into his arms.
"I have so many questions." He whispered holding me tighter. This would have been a beautiful moment if it hadn't been for the fact that he was putting, what felt like ten elephants worth of pressure on my leg.
"Holy hell, Naruto, I love you, but put me down if you care at all about my personal comfort!" He understood and loosened his grip, carrying me into the next room and laying me on the couch.
"Okay first of all, what the hell was all of that?" He asked, sitting in the chair across from me. I sighed and looked away.
"My mom and dad are really old fashion, very old fashion. Itachi played the role of the rebel, going into middle school, and all through high school. He cleaned up his act toward the beginning of college. I on the other hand was perfect all through middle school, and in high school I was the best of the best. But I wasn't exactly first born as it was, so when Itachi was all in line, he was put first for the money...again. But that was only when-" I paused, looking over at Naruto who looked bored to tears. I rolled my eyes. "I won. I was the most desirable Uchiha. He looses. He's pissed."
"I still don't get it."
"When we were both in our general teen years we made a bet on who would be the most desirable, I obviously won seeing as your number..." I began counting in my head, and the longer the pause grew, the thicker the air became. "...Well, it's been a lot. Never the less, he was always a sore loser, and if he can't have the good looks of the family, he might as well have the money."
"This is so...ridiculous. It was like he came here just to start drama."
"Yeah..."
"Like, really ridiculous. Like, I want to stop talking about him ridiculous." Naruto looked disgusted.
"He does stuff like this. Always has."
"So what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked rubbing my thumbs in my knees. Naruto's face reddened slightly. He looked over at the other side of the room .
"Where are you going to live?"
"I don't know yet. I don't have many options, but...I guess I'll look for a job, move to America." Naruto scratched his head, and took a deep breath.
"You...ould...in with..." He said, barely audible.
"I'm sorry what was that? I couldn't hear you over the silence."
Refusing to look me in the eye, he gave it a second whirl. "You could bunk with me for a little while..."
"Bunk?" I said, holding back a chuckle.
"Bunk."
"I don't think there'd be any bunking. Maybe some interesting endeavors. But bunking is for teenagers who can afford their own homes. Bunking is for those who are childish. I am not childish."
"Oh, Sasuke. Don't be silly, childish is something you'll never be. But foolish...now that's another story."
"Oh shut your fucking mouth." I snapped, not really wanting to face reality yet. He moved from the seat to the couch, lifting my feet onto his lap.
"Let's not make this difficult, you need a place to stay, I have a place to stay, I need you, you want me. Yadda, yadda, yadda. At least we can start a relationship somewhere."
"So you like my ass, huh?" I asked, as casually as possible.
"Well, yes, yes I do." He turned to look at me, smiling very silly.
"It's just an ass. Do you even know what comes out of that thing? Nothing good. That's what." We both began to laugh. He lifted his hand to my face, and kissed me softly.
"It could be like this all the time. I mean...please tell me we can make something work." I pondered the thought of always being like this. In between our small unnecessary, but soon to become usual, fights, our raging fits of passionate, hot sex, and our quiet dinners full of unsaid, but understood, conversations, it would be great...for a little while. "I know what your thinking. You can picture our entire relationship, from beginning to end, you can see all the little things, and the big things. The stuff I wouldn't consider unless it was happening. And I know you think I'm stupid, and I know I'm the dobe, and your the teme. But...everything happens for a reason. And...I think-" I interrupted his mindless babble with a kiss. "...Is that a no...?"
"Yes, it's a no, and I became gay because I love the taste of cum."
Lol, you whore. :P Anyhoo, like I said, I hope this is good. And I know I always have dramatic moments in my story, but this is just used for moving the story to it's next stage. I actually have a really funny idea and needed to get Sasu out without lighting all his shit on fire. lolol :D