.:Into The Closet:.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. I'm getting it for my birthday next week. -cough-
Warnings: Language, mild shounen-ai. I think that's all.
Did I mention how scary my brother can be?
Suffice it to say, walking past his room at 4am to get to the bathroom is not the most faith-inducing experience. I didn't know that Pikachu liked Psyduck in that way…
After attempting to use my kettle to convert Naruto, I hitched a ride from my brother to school. I sat silently beside him as awkwardness filled the air I breathed, debating on starting a conversation with him.
'So, Aniki; when's Charmander next free? I've got a Mudkip he might light to try, if ya' know what I mean.' Wink, wink. 'No? Whyever not?'
My lips remained sealed against the verbal diarrhea that threatened to spew forth. Trust me when I say it was better no to encourage him; I'd seen a lot weirder where he was concerned. Infact, he was probably the reason I was so screwed up myself.
Looking at the faces of my fellow students as I sauntered (well, to put it simply; I'm far too good for walking) into the building, I noted two related things;
Even the ones that looked animated also looked bored.
They all looked so boring.
I praised my observational skills.
None of them had the spark in the eyes or energy of Naruto. They looked drab and depressing in comparison.
Out of the corner of my vision, I noted and evaluated the threat.
Fangirls.
God knows why I had them. Perhaps it was a cruel twist of fate that the sex that I couldn't care less about was hopelessly attracted to me. I'd considered telling them that I was gay, but then common sense kicked in.
Aside from the obvious social outcasting (my school was not particularly tolerant in this area), it might even make the fangirls worse. Girls liked creepier things by the day; not that I cared, girls could imagine hot guy sex as much as they wanted, I just didn't want to be included in their sick fantasies. Unless I was pitcher, and the other guy was hot. Or Naruto.
Roll call always seemed pointless to me. As far as I was concerned, there were so many exits from every room that the 'fire risk' argument was pointless. Any kid that burned to death in my escape-obsessed school was simply a victim of natural selection.
Now that Naruto attended my session, it became people-watching time. Or, to be more correct; person-watching time. He was an eye-magnet if I ever saw one. I managed to completely blank Kakashi when he called my name, I was watching the blonde so intently. Silently fuming at the pink-haired girl that had answered my name for me, I tore my gaze away from Naruto and attempted to pay attention to Kakashi talking about our exams and other grippingly important matters. I cursed fate for mocking me with a short attention span around Naruto.
I guess I should have been angry at having detentions, but it almost felt like a reward being given them with Naruto. Of course, he was pissed as hell, so I was pretending to be annoyed, but it wouldn't take a genius to notice that I was enjoying myself. Thankfully, Naruto wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, and my façade was going rather well.
"I can't believe you got me detention, asshole!"
Inwardly I smirked, but outwardly my face remained expressionless.
"Hn. That's rich from you, moron. Last I checked, you started our little 'fight'." I stated, mentally adding inverted commas.
He almost appeared to struggle with the concept of my sentence, then simply stuck his tongue out at me, obviously unable to comprehend my meaning.
Moron.
The Headmistress entered the room, swaying slightly. She had a slight smell of some sort of spirits hanging around her, and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she tottered nearer.
"Right, boys! Since you seem to think it's so amusing disrupting valuable learning time—"
"It was art! We weren't learning any—ow!" Naruto clutched at his leg as I, Sasuke Wonder-Boy, mentally beamed at him to SHUT UP.
"—you can help improve lesson time for other classes. I want this hall" she said, gesturing around the gym, "to be sparkling clean by the time I get back. You have" she checked her watch "two hours. Best get cracking."
Naruto stared at her, horrified as I turned to get the cleaning supplies I had spotted upon entry to the hall.
"Are you going to stand there forever?" I muttered indignantly. Naruto blushed furiously as I inwardly 'squee'd with delight and jogged towards me to help.
"This is your fault, asshole." He scowled. I could have smiled annoyingly winningly but decided against it. After all, I was an Uchiha. I wasn't about to give out smiles as freely as…well, freebies.
He had started to scrub at the floor in one of the corners of the hall, and I couldn't shake how adorable he looked, with an expression of utmost concentration on his beautiful face as he cleaned away diligently. He was like a little Cinderella.
As enthralling as it was watching Naruto, a detention was a detention, annoying as the fact may have been. I set to work in the opposite corner, going against my instinct to work next to him, as I was sure the boy would want to leave the hall with his virginity intact. Which of course, he would have.
He had sooooo better be a virgin, I thought scathingly. The thought of anyone else having him…unacceptable. I wanted him to be mine and mine alone, possessive as that sounded. I sounded completely obsessed, but it was just lust.
Really.
I somehow managed to avoid running over and attacking him in the first detention, but that didn't prevent him from appearing in my thoughts all night and all of the next day. I wouldn't have minded, but for the fact that getting a solid from the mental image of a certain boy dressed in very provocative clothing whilst in the middle of history was not on my to do list. I prayed that no one was watching my crotch as my teacher started an enthralling lecture on Anne Boleyn. Anne Boleyn was not hot, nor was she male.
The second detention was much the same as the first. We had a brief 'argument' then got on with the cleaning the Headmistress set us, then left without talking. Staying both away from him and silent was starting to annoy me, after just four hours alone with the boy.
After just four hours, I began to notice things about him that I hadn't noticed before. I noticed how he chewed the end of his pencil adorably when he thought in class, the way he blushed cutely when embarrassed, the way he always seemed friendly to everyone that he spoke to…everyone except me, of course. I was insanely jealous.
Nothing really happened until the third detention, I guess. We walked in, as usual, and both made for the cleaning supplies. I 'tripped' and crashed into him, landing right on top of him. My inner self cheered triumphantly.
Naruto had blushed a deep red and was spluttering as he tried to recover from being both winded and extremely embarrassed.
"Get off me, asshole-" he wheezed, "you're crushing my lungs."
Yet again, another success for Sasuke, the Rainbow Boy. My logic told me that since he had only said I was crushing his lungs, and used that as the reason to make me get off, he was either
1) very, very ignorant of sexual situations,
or
2) not bothered.
Not bothered by me being on top of him!
I was overjoyed, obviously. I reluctantly rolled off him to give him some space to breathe, and got to my feet. I held out my hand to help him up, and noticed the deep blush spreading across his cheekbones.
Option one; null.
A/N; Sorry this is so short, I'm updating this and LOCIAN as my birthday present to you all. Now you must all send me cookies! (one week today (it's on teh 16th of Julyyyyy))
Mainly filler, their relationship has to develop somewhere!
Sorry it's been so long since I updated ^^'
Writer's block is ebil. EEEEEBIL.
Anywho, I've already written one of the later chapters for this, so now I have WAY MORE motivation to write this as I'm really looking forward to posting that chapter. 'tis epic! But it's ages away
Anyway, please review! And send cookies =]