!Warning! This chapter contains a shower scene. It should be pretty much completely clean.

I'm sorry for being rather slow on the updating. To be completely honest, I would have to say that it's probably going to be like this in the future—one update per week. So yeah. Anyway, blame Bleach for why I didn't have any time or inspiration to write. In the past two weeks, I have watched/read the entire story. All 400 or so chapters. Oh yeah.

Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. And I think bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. Enjoy my crappy writing.

*Sasuke*

It's so sticky… I mean, I've definitely seen and felt this stuff before. And sure, sometimes it's hard to clean up, but the amount on me is just ridiculous for the size of the thing it came from. And worse, I can't believe that he actually let it get all over me, especially on my face. It's even partly in my mouth, and it tastes awful. Goddamn you, Naruto. Why did you have to put me in this situation?

OK, those thoughts could have been misinterpreted. I am thinking about the PAINT that Naruto got on me with that stupid rag, not something else. Though, I might not mind it with Naruto… uggh. Or maybe I most definitely might. Goddamn it; I hate being a teenager.

I've been sitting here listening to this old hag bitch and moan for the past fifteen minutes about all the problems she has to deal with and how it is impossible to deal with those problems when she has DEVIANTS being sent to her office all the time. Seriously though, this is the first time I've been here, and I'm assuming it's the same for Naruto since it's only his second day at this school. So Tsunade could just cut us some slack already. It's not even like we did anything that bad; this old bag must be drunk. Oh GOD! I think I'm stuck to the chair! Somebody come save me from this hell.

"Hey old lady! Let us go change our clothes or something! This paint is really uncomfortable. It's not like I even did anything. My hand slipped. I really didn't mean to get grouchy, old Sasuke-bastard all covered in paint. He's the only one that did anything wrong." Way to put all the blame on me, idiot.

"You little brat! How dare you interrupt me and then try to back-talk me? I don't care what Sasori says the punishment is; I'm going to add a week of detention to both of your punishments. Sasori says that you two are both to clean the art room after school for the next three days and do whatever chores he needs done. So, add on my five days and that will total to eight days of after school punishment. Now get out of my sight!"

Damnit, I don't want to spend my afternoons at school. Frick! I'm starting to think that Itachi really is as sadistic as everyone used to say he was. Whether or not it's something he does intentionally doesn't matter; the fact is that he always gets me into annoying situations—and this blond has got to be the embodiment of annoying things. Seriously, damnit.

Someone must be smiling on me though. The secretary outside of the hag's office, Shizune, is standing there with what appear to be two sets of clothes and notes. On further inspection, the notes are marked for 10 minutes from now. "You two probably want to get that paint off you. I'm sure Gai will let you use the showers." Ok, today just got better.

*Naruto*

Damnit. This is the second time today that I've had to go to the showers with at least one other person. It's just not fair! And furglesmurgle! Sasuke is the fricken last pair of eyes. Either that or he just suddenly caught a bout of ogle-the-blond syndrome. Grahh, I can't wait for today to just end.

"Oi, Naruto. You don't have to stare at the wall. It's not like I'm a Gorgon. You won't turn to stone if you look at me." Damn that bastard… using words that I don't understand.

"Just 'cus you think this needs to be a staring contest doesn't mean that I return the feeling, bastard." Humph. Take that. -crosses arms-

-sigh- "You know, there is a good bit of paint on your back and on mine as well. We kind of have to help each other if we want to get this stuff off. I know for a fact that it is hell to get dried paint off." I bet he knows no such thing. But I do want this paint off. It's already really itchy.

Ahh! Damn it all to hell! "Fine, bastard. Come here."

I can hear him walk over here to me, but then he grabs my shoulder and spins me around… And we're face-to-face. And I once again remember that he has a pretty face. Damnit, Uzumaki. We are in a fricken shower. Do not think about pretty things. And do not think about Sasuke as pretty… Even though he is pretty pretty. Hell. "Just turn around, bastard. Let's get this over with."

"Heheh, fine idiot. Take your time. Really put forward the effort to get the paint off my skin. S'il vous plait." What the hell does that mean?

Alright, you can do this Uzumaki. Just gotta get the soap, lather up, and rub Sasuke's skin. -lather, slap- "Ah, not so hard." -rub- "That's nice."

-moan- "Heh… heh. Sounds like you're… really enjoying this, Sasuke." Am I really doing this? I mean, you're not supposed to enjoy washing someone else's back; are you? Or at least, not to this degree. I feel so… so… so powerful. But not like 'I'm gonna rule the world' powerful. It's more of an 'I feel so utterly happy and blissful' kind of power. And… and it's warm. It's like… I… I can't explain it.

I wonder what would happen if I started rubbing a little bit lower. And lower. And just a tad bit more. Aha, he still hasn't jumped away. There's a little bit of paint residue that is slightly built up right where the back gives way to the buttocks. And as good as it feels to have my hands all over Sasuke, I would feel odd to have my hands that close to his ass. So I'll just slap the paint away. You know, do it real quick so that it won't be odd.

-slap-

"Uhhh, did you just smack my butt?"

Code: call in the blush team. "Uh, uh. You see, there was this paint that was built up—"

"Do it again."

Huh? "Haha. Good one, bastard…" Okay, code: Awkward. "You're clean, Sasuke. So could you, uh, do me?" Don't think about the wording. Don't think about the wording. Don't think about the wording.

"Fine, idiot." As we switch places, I do my best not to look south. And even though it's rather tempting, I manage to keep my eyes at a respectable level.

I have to say that it isn't quite as good to be on the receiving end as it is to be the one with the control. After a few minutes, he seems to be finished.

-slap-

"EEP! What the hell?" That was totally uncalled for!

"Oh, don't get so worked up. I was just returning the favor. Besides, you know you liked it." He's leering and smirking all over the place. And I SSOOOO want to smash that pretty little face of his. But I am a reasonable person (sometimes). And I know that I'm deep enough in the punishment pool already. So I shall restrain myself for today. Dignity!

"Let's just get back to class, bastard."

*That night*

The rest of the day was uneventful. The rest of Art went remarkably well, and lunch was a blast. Pretty much my whole gym class is in there. And a lot of us sat together. But Sasuke sat with some other people. They looked kind of weird. He was with a red-headed girl, a fishy-looking guy, a huge guy, and a guy with long white hair. But other than Sasuke not sitting with us, lunch was spectacular. Orochimaru was a perv in Chemistry. Enough said there. And I had to explain to Iruka that Sasuke and I have detention all week. Then we had drama class with Anko. She says she has a special treat for us on Monday; that lady can be really scary. Detention was also uneventful, excluding a bit of arguing that almost got us into another paint fight. But luckily it somehow settled itself.

And now I'm home, just thinking. Thinking about my classes, these new people that I really want to be able to call friends, the freaky teachers, and Sasuke. He's what I'm thinking about most, to be honest. I really CAN'T stop thinking about him. It didn't feel wrong at all when we were in the shower together. I've always considered myself straight. But after that incident last year with Haku (and nobody could blame me for being attracted to him; he seriously looked like a girl) at my old school, I really don't see why it's such a big deal whether you are straight or not. I stopped caring after that. And I know that right now, my body is attracted to Sasuke. And he seems to have a decent personality. So… so… so I want to try it out. I want to see what it's like to… to fall in love with a guy. Haha, it still sounds so weird to me to even think it. Oh well. I'll just have to see what the future holds for me. At the least, I can say that I like Konoha so far. Iruka will be happy about that.

Sorry, I got distracted all week watching Bleach. In the past two weeks, I think that I've watched about 200 episodes of Bleach. I skipped 169 to 190. And I'm on 219 right now. So yeah, I guess that that's exactly 198 episodes. And since each episode is like 20 minutes, that's like 3960 minutes, or 66 hours. Woohoo. My favorite character is Izuru. And I dislike Uryuu.

*Okay, I was getting tired of writing the story, so i just decided to write down what i was going to put in the author's note at the end. So scratch that last paragraph. I am currently up to par with the Bleach manga. I got up to 225 and then decided it was too much of a hassle to watch all the episodes and have them load. So I just switched over to reading the manga and said good-bye to the anime. It lost it's purpose after I got through all the dubbed episodes anyway. Cus who really wants to watch the words come across the screen, when you can simply read them as if they are a comic book? Oh! I wanted to say that I have another favorite character for Bleach now (after catching up from episode 219 to the current manga spot): Komamura. He and Tousen are like uber saddening.