Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters. © Masashi Kishimoto

The story is based on the manga Udagawachou de Mattete yo by Hideyoshiko ©

Chapter 4 – Stop stalking me!

Naruto's point of view

"I'm really sorry about it. I'm going through a difficult time of my life and I need to be alone. I don't want to be a burden for you, so we can't continue, sorry."

It hurts me to see the shocked expression on Sakura's face, but I can't keep misleading her like this. It's better to end it now when I still can, when I know we're not too deep in a relationship, one I shouldn't have even started if I were honest.

"But… why? Have I... have I been bad for you? Did I do something for you?" she fights the tears threatening to fall from her green eyes.

"You were perfect, Sakura." I feel my throat constrict. "You are perfect. I couldn't have a better girlfriend."

"Then why? Why, Naruto?" the tears finally fall and I almost go back on my words, but I can't and it's for the better.

"I'm really sorry. It's not you, it's-"

"Cut the crap, Naruto!" the tears are freely falling on her face, affecting her voice. "Don't you dare give me the 'it's not you, it's me' crap! Don't you dare!"

I don't know what to say to make things better. Nothing I say would make things better. "I'm really sorry, Sakura. It's really hard for me but I honestly hope us to be friends."

"Friends?!" she sounds desperate. "How can we be friends, Naruto?! I love you! I love you so much." she confesses between sobs.

"I'm really, really sorry."

An awkward silence falls on us. Sakura cries softly and I know I can't reach and wipe her tears away, no matter how much I want to, so I restrain myself and wait until her crying subsides gradually until it stops.

"Please Naruto, please, don't do it to me, to us." Her voice is so small.

"It's for the better…" I whisper back, not daring to look at her eyes. "Understand it, please."

She sighs in defeat and slowly nods her head. Her green eyes meet my blue ones, her pink soft lips tremble and she takes a deep breath before she talks again, hesitate, afraid, and so low. "Have you ever loved me?"

I contemplate the question for longer than her heart would like to stand, but at least I'm able to answer her honestly. "Yes, I have… I still do." But not the way you deserve, not the way I'd like to love you.

She nods again in comprehension. "I hope you don't regret this decision." Are her final words to me.

"I hope so too." I whisper more to myself watching her leave. I know she won't cry in public, because she's strong. I know she won't badmouth me out of anger, because that's the kind of girl she is. And I can only hope she finds someone worth her, because I do really love her.

Just not the right way of loving a girl.

~(Line Breaker)~

At lunchtime, I can hear the whispers, the gossip and the wonders of how and why we had broken up. Who was bad, and who was good, because someone has to take the blame, no matter if both were wrong or right, one always takes the whole blame for the end of a relationship.

And apparently that's me. If the stares and whispers didn't hurt so much I'd laugh at the lack of creativity and absurdity of the rumors. One says I cheated on her with an international model, other that I already had a girlfriend at other town. And the best of it, we broke up because she found out I have a son in other city. Is cheating the only reason to break up with someone? Does it mean you can do anything to your lover provided that you don't cheat on them? Is that it?

I sigh and look at the sky, it's so blue. It's so peaceful in here, far from the looks, from the whispers, from everyone else, from everything else. I love the roof, it had been ages I didn't come here, didn't have to come here, but the place is the same: deserted, peaceful, and geez, insufferably hot. Fine, so I don't really love this place, there must be reason no one comes here, but it's still better than the rumors.

"Naruto."

I startle to someone calling me. I was supposed to be alone. I turn to this person I can't recognize by the voice and freeze.

"Sasuke?"

He smirks arrogantly. "Don't need to be scared, I won't bite you."

"What do you want?" Seriously?! Does this guy have to suddenly appear every time I want to be alone? Every time I'm trying to hide from the world? What does he want?

He sits beside me, not too close and not too far, a contemplative look on his features. I wait for him to say something, but nothing, what annoys me and makes me nervous. Maybe he's here to mock me, humiliate me, call me a… no, no, no. Calm down Naruto, calm down.

"I want to say…" He mumbles too quickly, avoiding his eyes.

"What?!" He wants to say what?! I frown in concentration.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he turns to me with determination. "I want to say that I am sorry." He repeats calmly, a bit forced, but I think he's honest. Wait.

"What?!" Did he just?

He grunts "You heard me already."

I can only blink and watch in amazement the annoyed look on his face, tinted by the pink cheeks of embarrassment. He looks… cute.

"Say something moron!" he demands angrily.

"What do you want me to say, bastard?"

"Isn't it obvious? You say you forgive me and then we're good." He says exasperated.

Is this guy serious? How can someone demand forgiveness? And what is he sorry for anyway? "Why?" I ask dumbly.

"Because that's the polite and right thing to do." He lectures me, making me feel like a 4 years old child.

"No, not this!" I roll my eyes. "Why are you sorry? Listen, bastard, if this is about Sakura…"

"Yeah, your girlfriend, about that, look, I'm sorry. I was… I was wrong alright. I shouldn't have judged you, sexuality has nothing to do with your behavior or clothes, so I'm sorry that because I saw you in girl's clothes I assumed you were, you know, gay. And I knew you have a girlfriend so… eh, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry for forcing myself on you. You are straight, I got it now. You have a girlfriend and a very interesting habit of wearing girl's clothes, nothing wrong about it." He looks pained, but I don't know why.

I look dumbfounded at him. I had no idea this guy could talk this much in one breath, his face is pinkish and he fidgets nervously with his dark bangs. I always thought Sasuke was one to never care about a thing in the world, so to see him like this makes my chest warm, it's ridiculously cute. Yet, what also makes me dumbfounded, warm and a bit relief is that he isn't disgusted with me, no. He… he said there wasn't nothing wrong with it. I… never heard it before.

I shake my head. No, I'm being foolish.

But wait.

"So you haven't heard the rumors?" I ask incredulous. How can it be? It's been the only thing being said the whole morning around school.

"What rumors?" he arches an eyebrow in question, but then his eyes widen. "Because if it's something about yesterday, I swear I didn't tell anyone!"

"Not about that…" My face heats up, oh great, now I feel embarrassed. "Just, geez, you're hopeless. About me and Sakura." I mumble hugging my legs closer to my chest.

"I don't care about rumors. If I want to know something about someone, I ask them, if they don't want to talk, it's not my business." He explains with a straight face.

"Oh…" I swallow, deciding to go straight to the point. "Sakura and I broke up this morning." I say just loud enough he can hear. I don't know why I tell him, but it feels the right thing to do.

He nods slowly. "Hn, I see." He bites down a smile. Why is he happy? This guy is… weird. "Then it's decided." He informs me more brightened than he had been this whole time. "We're going out later."

I frown. What?! "Listen, bastard, I don't know if you're delusional or what, but just because you saw me like that and we're talking now doesn't mean we're friends or anything!"

He glares at me, and I have to confess it's a bit scary. "I didn't ask you to be friends, moron. I'm telling you we're going out later, you want it or not."

"WHAT?!" I stand up and so does he.

"You heard me, idiot. We're going out, so meet me at the north station at three o'clock." He doesn't ask me, he intimates me, and then leaves, LEAVES! "And don't be late!" he glares a last time at me, making me chill.

God, what's wrong with this guy? First he threatens me, then he's sorry and now he intimates me?! As if I'm going out with that weirdo.

~(Line Breaker)~

Sasuke doesn't talk to me for the rest of the day. Actually, today is very depressing as it seems my friends are unease to talk to me, I can understand it, but it doesn't change how much it sucks. My day continues as every other day, only that I have to take the northwest route to get home so I don't meet with that Uchiha bastard.

I feel a shiver in my spine and a bad sensation all the way home, but don't really care, must be my imagination. Opening the door to my empty dark house, I sigh and direct myself to my bedroom, not really hungry.

I don't expect a guest to be lying on my bed, much less this guest to be the raven boy I'm avoiding at all costs. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

He sits up and glares with venom at me, but also with pain. "I knew you would try to escape from me, moron." Oh guilt trip, nah, not really.

"What are you doing in my bedroom? And how did you get in here? How do you- How do you even know where I live?"

"I followed you." He says simply. "And you let your window open, so it wasn't hard with the tree beside it."

"Sasuke…" I growl lowly, clenching my fists. "…you stalked me and broke into my house. That's a fucking crime so if you don't want me to denounce you, LEAVE THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

"I'm not leaving." He protests.

"I'm not kidding, Sasuke. Go." I say seriously. I just want to be alone.

"Naruto, you ran away from me three times already. I won't let you run a forth… please." He's dead serious, what pisses me off further.

"I'm serious, bastard. Leave my house or I'm calling the police."

He cautiously analyzes his options, not that he has many, it's leave or leave.

"No." he decides calmly, making my eyes narrow. "I really want to go out with you. That's all I ask from you. Just once… please."

"Just once?" I hear myself saying

"Just once and I won't bother you again."

"Ever again?" What am I doing? What I am saying?

"Ever again, but…" I arch an eyebrow, so he has a condition. "…you have to be her."

My heartbeat quickens, my hands start to sweat and my mouth is suddenly dry. This guy can't be serious. "I-I don-don't do it anymore." My voice cracks but I still manage to say it loud enough to be heard. I don't want to talk about it, much less with this person.

"Liar." He frowns and steps closer to me, leaving the bed. "You can't stop doing that."

I'm nervous, feeling like a little lamb caught by a wolf. "Of course I can!" I swallow the lump in my throat. "I can do whatever I want to, you have nothing to do with it."

"Don't lie to me, Naruto." He comes closer, and I can see how he's taller and bigger than me. "I have everything to do with it. I want to see her at least once more." His voice is intense; I don't know how to react, I'm in panic.

After a tense intense moment, I sigh in defeat, emotionally exhausted. It's been a bad day and I just want it to end already. "Fine." I say low. I just want to end it. He said just once, right? "Just… just once."

He nods, looking brightened, what's scary. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I have a weirdo, psycho stalker in my bedroom.

Just whatever, I only want it to end. I'm too tired to care.

Sasuke looks expectantly at me "What?" I ask him.

"Won't you change?" he motions for my clothes.

"Oh." Smart, Naruto, really smart. Get done with it.

I sigh again and open my wardrobe with Sasuke following my every move. He makes me uncomfortable, nervous; he makes me want to snap, to scream. He makes me want to hide, to run. And apparently, he also makes me do anything he wants.

I get the boxes where I hide all my secret things, from make-up to my dresses and wig. I have too many of them. I'm feeling a bit dizzy like I don't have control over my actions. What in the world am I doing showing my deepest secret to a stranger?

"They are beautiful." Sasuke whispers by my side when I display most of the clothes on the floor. "Can I choose one?" he asks out of blue.

"Eh, alright."

He narrows his eyes in concentration, thinking really hard on what outfit he must choose. In the end, he picks the most horrendous combination of the entire universe. There's no way I'm wearing it, doesn't he have any sense of fashion?

"I'm not wearing it." I protest putting my hands on my hips.

"You said you would." He pouts.

"But not this… this monstrous combination." I roll my eyes.

"What's wrong with it?" he crosses his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow. "They're beautiful."

"Yeah, I know they are, I bought them, but not together."

We argue over it for a while, until I tell him to sit on my bed or we're not going anywhere and that's final. He agrees with a childish scowl. Oh God, and here I thought this guys was mature.

I'm overly conscious of his presence in my bedroom, of his eyes on me, when I'm getting dressed with the clothes I chose and Jesus it's so embarrassing that I feel my face in flames. I should have gone to the bathroom, but then nooo, we're both guys after all. Does he have to stare so intensely at me?

Anyway, I'll keep pretending I don't notice what he's doing. I go to the bathroom to apply the make-up, and guess what? He follows me!

Oh great, now I can see how red my face is on the mirror.

Alright, the sooner I do it, the sooner it's over. I breathe in and try to ignore Sasuke on the door, applying the right make-up on my face. I feel the guilty pleasure I always get from painting my face. I love how my eyes stand out with the eyeliner, how I can almost hide the scars on my cheekbones, how my plump lips look perfectly drawn with lipstick.

My reflex smiles back at me. I love how I look beautiful, how I can pretend I'm not a monster for an instant. I touch the mirror and sigh, getting the wig and adjusting in my head so even if I move or pull at it with a bit force, it won't move an inch. I hold half of the long blond hair on a high ponytail, finishing with small pins on the sides.

There, I'm done.

I startle for a second when my eyes catch a man's profile on the mirror, bringing back bad memories, but soon my brain reminds me he is gone and instead, who's looking at the other me on the mirror is a boy my age, Sasuke. I force myself to breathe deeply to calm my racing heart and turn around so I can face him.

Sasuke doesn't move; his mouth is agape; his eyes are widened and shining. I clear my throat lightly. "So…?" I feel stupid, and I know I'm blushing again.

He blinks and closes his mouth, a tint of pink on his cheeks showing his embarrassment. He swallows rather loudly. "You look beautiful." He whispers with a smirk.

I want to die.

He clears his throat and looks away. "Can we go?"

I nod, unable to form words, but quickly change my mind when I properly look at him and observe he's still in his uniform. That won't do.

I glare at our ugly piece of cloth we must wear every day, wishing them to disappear. And before I can actually think about it, with that same dizzy sensation, I pick some clothes of mine, some I know are too big on me, but would fit Sasuke perfectly.

"Wear it." I tell him and push him inside the bathroom before he can protest, closing the door on his face.

I hear him grunting and sighing, and after a while, he opens the door with the uniform in his hands and wearing the outfit I chose. I must say he looks good on it.

"Happy now?" he smirks at me.

I nod and smile a bit, leaving him to follow me to the front door with a pair of shoes in hands. We put on our shoes and leave the house to the station with Sasuke leading as I don't know where he wants to go. I only hope he's considerate enough to take me to somewhere far.

~(Line Breaker)~

He motions for me to hold on his arm, but I refuse. After a small argument, I agree under protest and scowling, what makes him chuckle and breathe a 'thank you' on my ear. Oh, the weather is chilly so I'm shivering, sure.

I feel at ease walking through town in girl's clothes, but now, with Sasuke, I don't feel anxious or nervous at being found out. Maybe because I was already found out. Oh well, I can't believe on what I'm thinking, but perhaps our fake and forced date won't be that bad.

Sasuke has a serene expression, sometimes it changes to a smug one when he looks at me, but I prefer to ignore it. He takes me to a part of town I've never been before, it's far and fancy, stylish. Without any of us uttering a word, we enter on a small café shop.

I like it.

AN: Sorry for the OOC, sometimes their personalities seem switched, but I think it would be way too forced if not like this. I hope you like it.

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