-Naruto-

He's taking forever.

Probably staring at himself in the mirror, conceited bastard.

I tap my fingers lightly against the wall, frowning down at those manicured orange nails.

I am going to fucking kill Sakura and the rest of them.

One month.

How can the days stretch so painfully long?

Every hour drags on forever, every little giggle ringing loud in my ears.

I hate them all.

I hear a soft creaking, turning on my heel (oh God, I'm wearing heels) to face the opening door.

And I try not to stare.

The bastard.

The fucking bastard.

He looks...

Strangely...

Good.

And that's just not fair.

His skin is fair, a soft, snow-touched white, brightened by the contrast of the darkly-patterned uniform.

It fits his slim form well, falling sleek and perfect around his body, seemingly magnifying the elegant dip of his waist, the lovely curve of his neck...

I blink.

What the hell am I thinking?

Just because I look like a girl doesn't mean I have to think like one.

I sniff, surveying him for a moment longer before looking up into those bored, obsidian-colored eyes.

"Hm. You're lucky the guy's uniforms are all that one color."

He raises a slender brow, watching me quietly.

"And why is that?"

I click over, head tilted slightly to the side.

His tie is slightly off.

It's irritating.

I adjust it carefully, absently noting the way he stiffens as my hands brush against his chest.

"Because navy looks okay on you, bastard."

"Really now, dobe."

He's staring at me carefully, gaze flicking easily over my form.

The way he's looking at me makes me nervous.

"Come on, let's get back to-"

He grabs hold of my arm, holding me firmly in place.

I glare back at him, feeling the anger rising in my chest.

"Hey, you fucking bastard, what the hell are you-"

He stares at me for a moment longer, a smirk spreading slowly across those perfect lips.

Something about the look in his eyes scares me.

"Dobe. You're an interesting one, you know that?"

I blink, staring for a moment before making a face, breaking his grasp with a tug of my arm.

"Bastard. Don't touch a girl like that."

He turns away and I catch a glimpse of that soft smile at his lips.

"Of course. I apologize, Naru-chan. I just thought I saw a bug on your shoulder... I guess I'd only imagined it."

I watch him as he walks easily away from me, words left unspoken at my lips.

I don't know what he's thinking...

But whatever it is,

it doesn't seem good.

-TO BE CONTINUED-