Ok, so hi peoples! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in such a long time! It's been like two months, hasn't it? Again, I'm sorry...
Anyways, on to the story, and previous disclaimers apply!
Chapter 4: Change…Is It Good or Bad?
I couldn't really tell what, or whom, the shadow actually belonged to, so I glared up at it, like usual. It didn't help that is was pitch black and my sharing an wasn't as effective. I cursed Naruto in my head for turning the light off, but I knew that if it had been the morning, I would have killed him for leaving it on.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I started to feel power return to my body after its deep sleep. Normally, I would have been acutely aware of my surroundings, but I was on vacation now, and it was with Naruto. I hadn't even realized that I was starting to fall into a pattern of deep sleep. I cursed my body for being slow, since the pace I was used to recovering at, from sleep, was a lot faster. If the thing hovering above me was going to strike, I knew I wouldn't have enough time to move out of the way. But, it didn't seem like it was intent on doing something like that anytime too soon. Actually, it looked rather wobbly, like it had just gotten out of bed to walk around and was still sleepy.
My suspicions were confirmed when the form above me collapsed on top of me, knocking the air out of my system for just a moment, before instinct kicked in and I immediately sat up, pushing it, whatever it was, next to me on the bed. It took me a moment to realize that it was a person, more explicitly described as Naruto. Thoughts jumbled up in my head, as I remembered the dream from the previous night, my desperate longing for his lips, and some wondering what he was doing in my bed. If he wasn't careful, things could turn out to be very…interesting. I shook my head, so as to clear it, but of course, instead of that working, my thoughts were just shoved to a corner of my conscious mind, where they still waged war, but were less a bit less intrusive.
I stared at the still form of the sleeping blonde, feeling my heart react violently to his warmth. That was strange, but again, the most pressing question remained as why he was even on my side of the room.
"Sa-Sasuke…" He whispered, and my body immediately froze up. Was he awake? Did he notice my sneaking hand, as it wormed its way up to his hair? Wait a minute. What the hellwas my hand doing, sneaking its way up to his hair, accompanied by the desire to pet and stroke it? No, Sasuke, no. This was a bad idea. If he woke up, he will kill you. Ignore how soft and silky his hair looks. It's not worth it. Sasuke! NO! STOP!
I used my other hand to hold my sneaking one in place, since it had apparently developed a mind of its own. I acknowledged the desire to pet him, which was strange, but held still. I really needed to know whether he was awake or not at the moment. Because, if he was, I would have to use the other bed. I may have been focusing all my attention on him, but that didn't mean I didn't notice the small…ah…problem I had in between my legs. It also didn't help when he scooted closer to me, and murmured my name again, and this time in an agonizingly sexy way. By this time, I'd realized that he had wound his had around part of my shirt, and was clenching it tightly. It went in accordance with his following words.
"No…Don't, Sasuke…Please…Stay…" What was he dreaming about? My curiosity nearly got the better of me as I almost woke him up and demanded an answer. Almost.
I didn't know what time of night it was, and frankly, I didn't really care. Mostly, ignoring my small problem, I was in heaven at the moment. For most of the rest of the time, I was laying down, staring at him, somehow at peace with myself. He seemed to do that to me, and I liked every moment of it. Sometime during the night, I snuggled up closer to him, and feel asleep, but I didn't know when. The next morning, when I woke up, I was smiling, happy that the first thing I saw was the peaceful face of the sleeping blonde. I just laid there, staring at him, inappropriate thoughts mingling with sweet ones in my head, like some sort of peeping tom. But I didn't care.
At least, that was until he woke up.
When he opened his eyes, all of my confidence and peace flew right out the window, and I panicked. Inwardly of course, though if you looked close enough, I swear you could see the havoc in my brain through my eyes. Outwardly, I was just glaring at him.
I knew I had expected some sort of reaction from him, but definitely not the one I got.
"Sasuke? Huh? What the HELL? ARE YOU TRYING TO MOLEST ME? OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU LIKE A GAY RAPIST OR SOMETHING? GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU PERVERT!!" He didn't need to tell me twice. Before he had finished, I was out of the bed, standing still and not facing his way; apparently, my small problem had grown a bit larger during the course of the morning. But what the hell was that? Is that the first thing he said in the morning to everyone he saw?
"Hn." I knew that my reply, unlike my thoughts, were calm, so I oh-so-calmly made my way over to the bathroom, desperately in need of a cold shower. Remember that time I said that I liked the way he was affecting me? Well, I was wrong. Change was bad. Very bad. Especially when it left you confused out of your mind, since there was no place left in it for you to be confused in.
I sighed as soon as the cold water washed over my skin, somehow both a relief and a disappointment. I'd never realized how much I liked the warmth of Naruto. When I was content with my enjoyment of the shower, I stepped out, nearly slipping on the wooden floor, before I caught my balance on the shower curtain. After glaring at myself in the mirror, and getting dressed, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where I was met with a strange looking Sakura, and a Naruto that looked like he was about to throw-up.
"Morning, Sasuke-kun." She didn't even look up as she said that. Instead, she was staring intently at Naruto, trying to figure something out. His face was almost green.
"Hn. What's up with Naruto?"
"I don't know. He started looking all green when I told him that Kiba and Shino had started going out."
"Why does that even matter?"
"It does! Those two are, like, made for each other!"
"Why is Naruto green?"
"I just told you I didn't know!"
"Maybe he doesn't like gay people?"
"Shino's the only one who's actually gay. Kiba's bi."
"And that makes a difference?"
"Yes."
"Ah. Well, gay relationships?"
"I don't know anything about that. I never thought Naruto to be the type to be against gay's."
"Hn." I nodded at that, agreeing myself, even though I hoped he wasn't. It would ruin all the plans for my cute, and extremely fuckable dobe.
"Why don't you just ask him?"
"Why should I?"
"Fine, I'll ask him."
"Hn."
"Hey, Naruto, what's up?" She raised her voice considerably, since the conversation between us had been whispered. We were close, but I didn't like show it, and she knew that.
"Huh?" He looked up, as if dazed by something.
"You've been looking kind of sick since I mentioned Kiba and Shino. What's up?"
"Oh. That. Well…"
"What?"
"…Um…Well…Don't you find it kind of disgusting that they're going out? I mean, they are two guys, and all, and it just doesn't seem right…" He trailed off. I was shocked. Naruto had never struck me as the type to judge by anyone's sexuality.
"You don't like gay people, Naruto?" Way to ask the obvious, Sakura.
"…Uh…Well…No…I hate them." Ouch. Now that hurt. And Sakura could tell that it did, because she turned to me with eyes full of sorrow and comfort. I knew she wanted to reach out to me, and tell me that he didn't mean it, it was all shone through her bright green eyes. But, of course, that would be unlike something for me to accept.
"Oh. Why?" She continued the conversation, but didn't look at Naruto anymore. Her eyes were glued to me.
"It goes against nature. All laws of it. Kyuubi taught me that if you're going to mate with some, have it be someone you can build an immediate family with."
"Oh." I realized that males couldn't have children…But, did that have to mean he was so disgusted with their relationships?
"I'd much rather that Kiba go out with someone like Hinata, you know? That way, the two of them wouldn't have to worry about all the hate they'd face if everyone knew they were together."
"Well, that's stupid!" I slammed my hands down on the table, got up, and left the room, fuming about this new arrangement.
One thing I knew for sure: I was going to make Naruto like me, gay or not!
TBC
Ok, so I realize this chapter is short, but I was kind of letting myself get used to writing again. So, again, sorry!
I'll put the next one up as soon as possible, and please don't forget to review!
(Oh, and for those of you who have the time, check out my other new story: Vulnerable. You could just find it from my profile, but here's the URL anyways: .net/s/4644493/1/Vulnerable Plz, review on that one two!)
