AN : I'm afraid I'm running out of decent greetings to put in this area, so I'm going to pretend to be Kevin Federaline, and say 'what's up, my peeps?' But it is I, SicklePickle, and I return, trudging along my fourth installment of Friends With Benefits! I demand applause, damn it!
The last time I checked this story, it has seventy plus reviews, but I must say it was surprising to say the least, to see my number of reviews cut in half for the third chapter. Still grateful though. But I figured, because it was just simply not funny like the other two chapters. Which is fine, I just gotta work harder at making you guys piss your pants with laughter. :)
By the way, I'm working my way back up to regular health, and I'm chugging weight gainer protein shakes like it's going out of style, life is good! I've been so happy that I don't even get mad anymore! So, I'm kicking life's ass right now, and I'm not even stressing the fact that after one year of community college then leads to expensive Stanford, then to UCLA Law, and then student loan debt that will take me decades to pay off, and I'll be so depressed that I won't find a husband or a wife, and I'll die alone with forty seven cats... nope... not stressing at all...sigh... damn it, life...
Edit! Janurary 7, 2013: I had to re-upload this chapter. For some reason, everyone else could view the chapter, but me. It's fixed now though, I believe. :)
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be dreading law school debts at only the age of nineteen if I owned Naruto.
Rating : M
Warnings: Contains strong language, awkward sex, humor, Sasuke being a prick, sex, dry humor, awkward budding romance, sex, more humor, and even more sex.
Friends With Benefits~*
Summary : Romantically retarded Sasuke and Naruto both realized that sex without emotions involved was the perfect way to not deal with with the stress of dating. So they are now both determined to accomplish this... with each other. SasuNaru. AU. Humor.
Chapter Warning: Contains yaoi lemons, shoujou-ai, het, Jealous!Naruto, Spazzy!Hilarious!Naruto, Oblivious!Sauke, some Neji/Sasu development (don't kill me!), hilariously hilarious humor, sarcasm, dry humor, Neji/Naru faceoff, and basically everything in Naruto's POV. Oh, and did I mention Kyuubi arrives? No? Yes!
Oh, and those who were wondering what Itachi meant by asking "How many?" to Temari, he was indicating how many months, not how many kids, lol. This is not The Aristocats.
Song Listening Inspiration For Naruto: "Vocal Chords" By Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.
"For awhile,
I was stuck,
I'll admit I was short on luck,
You were bright, like a new day,
All my troubles, went away...
And in every way you know I just want you to stay,
Beats something else, you know I never worry about myself,
And in every way, i know you still want to stay,
And that's got to be the way it is..."
Not Beta'd : Ignore the grammatical errors, please!
Fourth Go: Tip Toe Through The Carnage...
#$%&
"S...aah...suke...love you..."
"So...nnn...much..."
It was a dream, Sasuke was sure of it.
He was stroking soft hair, and kissing equally soft lips, and the person kept chanting confessions of love over, and over until they both reached climax.
At one point, Sasuke did not want to dream anymore because he saw a flash of blonde and did not want to be reminded of his unfaithful, four months pregnant ex-girlfriend...
She was a self-centered bitch, and he needed to get over her, and fucking fast.
Especially since dumb ass Shikamaru took her back, and blabbered unemotionally about loving her, and blah blah fucking blah.
Yeah...
Whatever.
Back to the issue at hand, the dream, it was strange.
Especially the intimacy aspect of it.
When he caressed the trembling body, however, made the Uchiha want nothing to do than just exit the mental, conjured premises.
The skin was soft, yes, but firmer than Temari's, signs of fit abdominals were brushed by his fingers instead.
That, and the fact that there was a sudden deficiency of mammary glands.
No tits.
None.
At all.
Just flat.
Before the Uchiha could discover just what kind of flat-chested girls he was into, and prayed it was not Sakura or Karin, he is brought out of his sleep forcefully.
"Gyyyaaaaahhhhhh!"
It was a disaster.
The once amicable, strife-less slumber the Uchiha had the luxury of participating in was ripped from him as a clamorous shriek echoes through the walls like rapid fire.
Shooting up, the shirtless raven is wide eyed. Looking to the other side of his bed, he saw that the usual noisily snoring blonde was not in his bed.
Probably in his own bedroom... Sasuke thinks.
Jumping up, and walking down the long, narrow-some hallway quickly down his new apartment, he reaches the Usurantonkachi's own bedroom, and sees that he is not there. Leaving out and frowning in confusion, he reached the source of the distressed sounds, a sudden apprehensive feeling boiling deep within his being.
The tall male finds himself in the living room, and still uneasy, he calls out to his newfangled roommate. "Dobe...?" Sasuke sounds out.
He finds the blonde, crouching in front of their television, trembling heavily in dispirit as the credits from some romance movie ends with a semi-pleasant tune blaring.
"God!" Naruto shrieks at the top of his lungs, his hands flailing in the direction of the electromechanical object. "How could that just fucking happen?!"
Sasuke's brows furrow, and he calls out again, the spiked, fair head turning in the direction of the weary-eyed Marketing student, his eyes drenched with shed, and unshed tears. "I-I j-just watched one of the greatest love movies I-I've ever s-seen, I-I'm totally i-into it, yeah? It was totally romantic and awesome and shit, a-and then the girl ju-just goes i-into a coma again, and fucking dies!" Liquid sadness drips the tanned jaw, and he remains on his knees.
"L-like why, dattebayo?!" The upset flaxen haired male sobs dramatically in thespian grief. "W-w-why c-couldn't t-they just be together?! Why'd the writers hafta fuck it up?!" Naruto does not even notice the raven anymore. "I f-fucking even m-made the dumbass decision to w-watch THIS SHIT instead of the MTV Japan Music Awards! I-I missed Rising Sun getting their fucking award because of this bitch-ass MOVIE! And I d-didn't even record it o-on T-Tivo either! W-what the fuck was I thinking?! How dumb am I?! Fuck it, dattebayo, I'm j-just g-gonna curl up a-and just lay here, and hopefully die...!"
Without any response from the only other person in their shared quarters, the blonde then tips over onto his side and pushes himself into a fetal position, his dejection about not seeing his favorite band's shining moment on the television imminent as waterfalls of saline drip from his eyes and onto the carpet.
Incredulously, Sasuke just slowly fixes the bawling blonde with a frigid, ice-chipped stare, before looking at the digital cable-box.
3:37 a.m.
Sasuke had to be well rested.
Sasuke had an interview with MCT Japan (1) at eight in the morning.
By the sounds of the theatrical imbecility, it will take Sasuke hours to fall asleep.
The raven now has two options.
Either bear with it, and chug a gallon's worth of energy drinks and arrive to the interview looking like Pete Burns after surgery.
Or...
Turn off the television, suffocate the dobe, then dispose of his body in the morning.
Although the latter seemed more beneficial to him, there was still the unsettling chance of being found out by the police. So either way, he was execrably fucked.
Sighing, Sasuke then cast his abhorrent-tinted eyes upon the still blubbering teen.
Rolling his bare shoulders, he then stalks up to the shaking blonde and, with almost herculean ease, he scoops up the blonde and tosses him over the shoulder. Ignoring the now irate protests of indignation and injustice, Sasuke cruises back to his bedroom.
There was always the other option, Sasuke mused.
Ah, yes. Option number three, and it had yet to end in miserable dereliction.
Shoving the infuriating halfwit onto his bed, and screwing the dobe until he became speechless.
Kicking open the freshly painted door, the smaller body is then tossed onto the bed in similarity of the many useless trinkets that decorate the standing male's desk. The blonde blinks through his tears and before his brain can formulate a response to his body to move, the taller male is straddling his pelvis.
Threadbare, fatigued eyes glower down at soaked ultramarine.
"We've only been here for two days, you tiresome idiot..." Sasuke starts, enervated. "Two fucking days-"
"Fuck you, teme!" Said idiot screeches. "You just don't fucking understand the love those two felt! Only to have it ripped away by some stupid ass writers with not enough common sense or compassion for the watchers to fill up a shot glass!"
Wincing in displeasure from the volume, Sasuke leans back, away from the peeving, oh-so engaging face, their hips barely touching.
Naruto does not notice and struggles even more. "You just don't understand the pain! The fucking pain, and the emotion that spilled from that movie! It makes all us young watchers believe in the miracles of love, and what bliss falling for someone brings! And then it teaches us just how FUCKED up the world is and that any day of any fucking MINUTE the one we love more than anything in this world can spontaneously break into a coma, and that the injustice of society just proves that it's a conspiracy against all young couples that, like, totally break up due to the government or something like that-"
By now, Sasuke had enough.
Dipping his head down, the raven believes he does the world a favor by capturing those irksome, comely lips and preventing more jumbled, crackled nonsense from escaping them.
It's not enough at first, because the blonde's lips part, possibly to continue his rant, and leaves the Uchiha no choice but to deepen it further, using one hand to keep tanned wrists pinned down and the other keeps hold of the blue eyed boy's chin, halting any further movement.
The body below him fought against the anatomical restraints, trying to fight off the kiss, even as long, nimble appendages stroke delicately as his cheek.
It is only when his tongue twists with the other that Sasuke realizes just how desperate he is to shut the tanned twit the fuck up, and go to bed. It'd had only been less than forty-eight hours since they bombarded the sizable place with all of their personal shit and bundles of belongings, Sasuke with his books, and Naruto with his pre-packaged, processed foods.
The raven had to commend him, though, this had been the hardest anyone's ever fought when they were underneath the svelte Uchiha, alas, it does not last long, and he watches with tired mirth as once his companion melts into his hold, and once fervid blue hued eyes flutter closed.
Sasuke's lips find solace elsewhere and moves from the other's to his jaw, then collarbone, dragging it out as haltingly as possible, encouraged by the small gasps and shortness of breath.
The baggy, frog t-shirt is dis-burdened of without difficulty, and the sable haired male's mouth moves ploddingly slow over the shuddering teen's chest, emitting a vexed moan to escape from kiss-bitten lips.
"Aah...damn it, f-fuck you... 'ttebayo..." He gasps out, far too enamored by the haze of growing arousal to snap at the other properly. "You don't understand the beauty of happy endings and love, and shit... you're just a bastard..."
"Is that so...?" Sasuke hums, against the sunkissed ribcage, his tongue slow dancing over the dulcet, sensitive skin. "Forgive me. I'll go fuck off, then, I guess and just leave you to your previous activities-"
Obscuring his smirk from the fair haired boy, he rises (but not really) to move off of the now dejected Uzumaki. Within seconds, a hand shoots out to harshly tug him back down between the now parted legs. "What's the matter, dobe? I thought you said-"
"Alright, alright, you asshole!" The audacious, desperate blonde whimpers out, glaring daggers into the devilish male. "What do you want from me, teme?! Compliments? Fine! Your face is awesome, you have nice abs, and your mouth is almost better than ramen when it's on my-"
"Shhh..." Sasuke suddenly commands, next to the his ear. It's placid and easy, and Naruto notices that Sasuke has a weird look in his eyes when he says it, but its tone is enough for the blonde to shut him up, and his cheeks are ablaze with red heat. Their lips are a centimeter away, and all is quiescent, before Sasuke talks again. "It's just a movie, Usurantonkachi..."
The raven's amused words is enough to send Naruto glaring again. "Hater, dattebayo! You just don't get it. I felt every iota of that movie's passion and the love burning from deep, deep inside me-"
"You mean, where my dick's about to be?"
The tanned face goes alight with anger, and Sasuke laughs to himself.
Totally worth it...
Despite being almost asleep at his feet, the normally pursed lips curl upwards, before capturing the lips below him again.
They descend downwards and sharp teeth graze at the blonde's, proud mini-Naruto, and Sasuke feels a little part of him die inside and cry out in metrosexual dismay once he hears the now moaning boy's unclipped nails tear at his costly, Egyptian silk sheets.
Formulating a mental note to dilapidate the dobe later, Sasuke decides to end the teasing and captures the heated organ, and let his gag-reflex deficiency prove its advantages.
His hands and mouth finds the other's arousal, and disturbingly, Sasuke realized it is almost..fun, relaxing between the moronic blonde's legs. The dobe's trembling thighs are soft as pillows, and Sasuke was sure if he weren't blowing him right now, he'd be sleeping well.
His mouth suddenly engulfs the tip, and a loud, surprised moan is torn from the tanned male. "Haaah...aahh...aah...!" His back arches, out of instinct, and in an attempt to move closer.
An ivory hand reaches out to hold onto the small of Naruto's back, keeping him in place, and giving him better access. Softly, Sasuke nips at the underside of his erection, and by now, the volume in the blonde's moans, and mewls have increased.
By now, the sunshine hair is frizzing due to the now building of sweat.
"Ah...aah...," he pants, his chest heaving in and out in harsh breaths.
It is still disparate to see Naruto abandon his pride and submit under his will, but if this was what it took to shut the dobe up for the night, then it was damn well worth it.
"Aaahh..." Naruto breaths out, in semi-surprise. "Ohhh, fuck..."
When glazed over, hazy ocean eyes finally re-focus onto their surroundings, shameful curiosity overcomes him, and while peaking down at the bobbing, spiked head, he becomes frozen in shock, and something else he can't identify...
In that position, Sasuke-teme actually looks kind of... and wait, is he hollowing his cheeks...? Where'd he learn that-
He is then ripped out of his cognitions and introspectives as his own climax sends him gasping and mewling like the girls in the tentacle-rape animes.
Panting like he just ran throughout the Great Wall in less than a minute, Naruto dazedly tries to zone in on the raven's face in the dark, but it fails and a cry of surprise as his legs are separated even father and Sasuke is in him.
Holy balls, does it hurt, and the blonde almost bites through his own jaw to resist blubbering all over again.
This is short lived, however, and Naruto still does not know how this whole 'male plus male equals blah blah blah', but like all else times, the pain fades and toe-curling ecstasy shoots through his body. He then warps both arms around the hardy, ivory shoulders, and bites and nips at the taller male's throat in order to prevent from crying out the other's name. He'd done it before, and needless to say it was fucking weird. Plus, Sasuke had looked at him strangely, so he figured he was disgusted with him.
He understood that his crony was only doing doing him a favor by helping get the blonde off, and that he found other men's body gross, but for some reason, it did nothing to quell the hollow feeling he had.
"S-S...aaah...Saa...aah...!"
Shit! Naruto panicked. It happened anyway!
Desperate to mend his inoperative, intermittent fuck up, the blonde spurts the first thing on his mind.
"S-so...aah... p-pumped for...nnn...p-philo-aaah-sophy c-class today...!"
What the fuck?! Naruto mentally capers a knife into himself. What kind of recovery was that?! Damn it, me!
"That was random..." Sasuke murmurs against the frenzied throat, causing the already red-faced boy's cheeks to burn harder. "Especially considering you told me before that you hate that class more than you hate your cousin..."
Smooth, Naruto... real fucking smooth...
Alas, the Gods must have been on his side, considering the perfect excuse to not respond came, in the form of another exalting climax.
While both collected their breath, Sasuke rose an eyebrow, apparently, not letting the earlier situation slide, post-orgasm glow decorating his skin prettily. "What were you going to say earlier...? You're a shit liar, so just tell me, stupid..."
Fuuucccckkkk! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuu-
"Er...um..." The soon to be neurasthenic male started, the immense, timorous feeling brewing in his insides. It began to build, and ascend up, and up...
However, before 'Your name, you fucking bastard!' could pass through his lips...
His allergies decided to answer for him.
"-CHOO!"
In the form of a colloidal sneeze.
On Sasuke's face.
Oh... Shit...
Suddenly justifiably fearing for his life, he shyly looks back up at the frozen, older male, dots of the only kind of Naruto's fluids he did not want, along his cheeks.
And sags in relief when the melanoid-eyed male sighs, and scowls tiredly at him.
"...Really, dobe? Really...?"
It crumbles though, as the blonde's contagious laughter spreads to him as well.
#$%&
"-Chan..."
The placid aura is once again disturbed, and this time given the 'Caesar' treatment.
"-Ru-chan..."
Sasuke blinks slowly to give the blonde a glare, but is surprised when he sees the slumbering, nude thing underneath him.
Then what-
"...Ehh, fuck it, I'm just gonna come in..."
When his eyes take in a flash of carmine hair, he lifts his foot and with all of his might, he sends said foot across the sleeping blonde's abdomen, sending the now startled awake boy flying off the bed and onto the floor.
"-Oof!"
"Naru-chan, wake up, your big brother's here!"
Fucking hell... Sasuke swears to himself. It's the other dobe!
Naruto, thinking fast for the first time in his life, covers himself and hollers at the sauntering redhead.
"K-Kyuubi! Close your eyes! I'm fucking naked, dattebayo!"
Stilling, the tall, athletically built, bronzen-skinned man lifts up his hands to cover his eyes, a childish action which is completely unsuited for his overly-masculine form. His shoulder length, flame red tresses stick out in all directions, and a surprised gasp escapes him. "Oh, shit! Sorry, Kit'! Er... I'll just walk slowly towards you, yeah?"
Blindly, with his brilliant blue eyes still closed, he walks forward, Sasuke looks around for his sweatpants, boxers, anything, he halts up when a sightless Kyuubi is in suddenly in front of him. Reaching out, the red haired male's palm lands on the raven's bare chest. Winsome features are twisted up in perplexity, and full lips purse up. "Ehh...Kit? Did you get taller...?"
Soon, the other palm joins the first, and they slide downwards towards the freaked out Uchiha's abdominals. "Have you been working out, too...?"
It is when they touch even lower, that Sasuke is left gaping, utterly perturbed. Naruto finally sees, and shrieks at the fingertips that are now brushing a little too close to the raven's pubes.
"Kyuubi! For fuck's sake, I'm over here, dattebayo!"
Sapphire eyes flutter open, and take in the now traumatized Sasuke. He slowly retracts his hands, but his expression does not change much. "Aww, damn. It's baby Uchiha! How've you been, kid?" The hand that once previously, shamefully molested him now ruffled his hair.
"Can you have the nerve to at least feign being apologetic? Or does political incorrectness just run in the family?" Sasuke grunts, throwing an artic glower at the the sheepish blonde, and sliding jogging pants up onto his hips. "What the fuck is he doing here, dobe number 1? How the hell did he get in our goddamn house?"
Giving the irate dark haired male an uneasy smile, he replies. "Ehehehe... I may have mailed him a key-BUT, I so did not know he was gonna come over today, so don't be mad at me, Sasuke-gah!" The babbling blonde is cut off when one of the Uchiha's shoes connects with his forehead, sending him back onto the floor.
"Oi, don't talk about me like I'm not here, Sa'Sa-chan..." Kyuubi huffs, his eyes narrowing, and the swirl tattoos in the corner of it shifting with his skin. "Besides, I thought this was Kit's room... but you're here... and he's here, and there's only one bed, and..." Unfolding his arms, Kyuubi then takes in both their once nude forms, and their "shared" bed.
"Wait a minute..." Kyuubi seems to ponder, truly thinking over things now, and Naruto watches in horror.
"Bed..."
No.
"Naked..."
Nonono.
"Shiesty attitude..."
Nonononono-
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh...!"
A shit-eating grin finds his face, and with his head tipped back, an all-knowing cackle escapes his lips. "Holy shit, it all makes sense! It all totally makes fucking sense now! The dodgy attitude, the nakedness, the used condom in the trash-can... hahahaha, I'm not stupid, you guys!"
The red haired man jumps up and down, in uncontrollable excitement, bouncing on his heels, a giddy laugh emitted from discovering the once secret.
Sasuke, for once in his twenty years of life, was deficient of a response, and stood gaping. Naruto was the same, blubbering on about something, but not quite denying it.
"D-don't worry, you two..." He gasped through almost infinitesimal giggling. "I won't say anything, I swear...hehehe... I'll be back later, so call me when you're done cleaning up, Kit...hehehe, bye...!"
The still blithe, gratified male turns curtly, but not before flashing them a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat's with ease, and leaves out of the room.
It is after a few moments, that black and blue eyes meet, a mutual thought passing through the two.
We are so fucked...
#$%&
"Now Lord, save me a place there upon the ark,
I have been wandering in the dark,
Put me into your collection,
Lord, am I not worth your salvation?
It's all a masquerade,
Just who is who, I can't say,
Don't leave me in the cold,
Just who is fake, who's real...?
"Fuck..." Ino groans, crumbling up a sheet of paper, and shaking her head in dispirit.
"Fuck..." Sakura echoes, closing her industrial-sized textbook.
"Fuck..." Kiba joins in, setting down his pen.
"Fuck..." Sasuke growled, shutting his laptop down.
"...Fuck..." Neji mutters, heavily, sagging against the bench.
All five pairs of eyes then find Gaara, and watch him expectedly.
The redhead is silent, before he scans his new psychology class syllabus.
"Fuck..." He sighs.
Kiba releases an aggravated growl, and clutches at his hair. "I have a seven pager on animal nutrition due in six hours and I'm fucked. Like, literally fucking fucked! Why can't I just put 'kibbles and strawberry yan yan' like I feed Akamaru, and that just be the end of it? I'm not even in Vet school yet, how the fuck am I supposed to take the heat there when I can barely handle it here?"
"I know what you mean, Kiba..." Ino sympathizes. "I have to design a chiffon mini-skirt, a pair of flare jeans, and a sequined halter top by tomorrow. From scratch! If this is what Fashion school is like, then I'm considering a major change..."
"You're not the only one..." Sakura murmurs, softly, a heartbreakingly miserable look on her face. "I still have a little over a year before I take the MCAT to get into Medical school, and I'm already dreading the difficulty, and not to mention the expenses... I'll be in debt until I'm in my seventies! And I won't even be able to buy a house..." She ends off with a whimper, resulting in empathetic glances sent her way.
"I'm more partial to sympathizing with Sakura..." Gaara maunders. "I have to pull an all nighter studying for a behavioral neuroscience test tomorrow, followed by a callback interview for an internship from that mental institution in Iwa. I'll have... oh, about twenty seven minutes minutes of estimated relaxation time, before I'm on my feet again to assist my father in his hospital, if Medical school is this difficult, then I'm partial to Ino, and considering a program change..."
"Pussies..." Sasuke grunts. "Try having to learn Italian in two weeks, and then being cold-called on random by your Linguistic professor for every fucking chapter. I still have four years of this left when I get to Business school, but you don't hear me complaining..."
"Still!" Kiba shouts. "How can they expect us to do all of this shit in such short intervals! Only in Fanfiction can people achieve this shit without pulling all nighters, or looking like someone pissed in our cereal!"
"I wrote a fanfiction once, a couple of years back..." Sasuke admits. "It only got forty reviews in the first chapter...I felt like a failure..."
"Medical school's going to suck..." Sakura and Gaara maunder, in unison.
"Not more than Vet school..." Kiba counters.
"Fashion school's gonna be way worse..." Ino defends.
"All of you are fucking wrong, Business school's going to fuck me over worse than the rest of you..." Sasuke scoffs.
An argument of who has the worst major, the most stress, and possibly the most debt, breaks out, and all the while, Neji is as stiff as a board. Sasuke breaks from his verbal altercation with his friends to assess the elder's disparate behavior .
"Oi, Hyuuga..." Sasuke starts, obscuring his interest with an insouciant tone. "Want to get in on this? You're probably worse off than the rest of us..."
The brunette just shakes his head, and rests his chin onto an open palm.
Sasuke opens his mouth to speak further, which is cut off as a familiar, boisterous voice rings out.
Naruto enters the group, a goofy grin on his face.
A queer fluttering stirs in the Uchiha's stomach.
"Good news, guys!" The blonde cheers. "I spent all my student loan money!"
At that point the fracas of words were quieted, and the French fry that Kiba was in the process of eating, fell from his lips.
"Dude..." He stammers. "Why would you do that?!"
The grin, if possible, widens. "I decided I'm going to become a scientist! Then, I'll invent a shrinking machine, and then sell it to the world for trillions of yen, and never have to work again day in my life! Smart, right, dattebayo?"
The startled gazes then turn incredulous and stare at the jubilant boy as if he was suddenly in charge of the Bomb squad.
Sasuke sneers, and furrows a brow at the blatant flaws in the teen's logic. "Dobe, in order to become a scientist, you have to change your program focus onto science..."
A blonde brow rises. "Yeah...?"
Sakura then speaks up. "Then you have to take the proper courses, like 'inventive sciences'..."
Beryl eyes blink slowly, not getting it. "Yeah...?"
Ino chimes in. "And you have to buy the text books, and pay for the classes..."
Another blink. "Yeah...?"
Gaara finalizes it by tilting his head, his jade eyes dulled by this conversation. "Then how are you supposed to pay for the courses, the books and the fees if you've spent all of your student loan money?"
Naruto's face scrunches with a pout. "Fine, piss all on my dreams, why don't you...?"
Kiba frowns in sudden realization. "What did you spend the loan money on, anyways?"
With a gasp escaping his lips-
-Those stupid, pretty fucking lips of his-
-Naruto jumps up, and runs off, squeaking about fetching something.
Sasuke had been anticipating a snort, a roll of the eyes, a scoff, graceful, verbal assaults, something from the taciturn long haired male, but nothing. Neji held some hostility for the dobe (who knows why), and didn't fail to show it out loud, and got his chance to insult the blonde further but stayed silent.
Sighing, Sasuke rises, and tugs at the taller male's wrist, bringing him up, and dragging him off to the side.
Neji looks at the raven as if he just killed his cat. "The fabrics belonging to this shirt are custom-made and did not run cheap, Sasuke-san." He sniffs.
"Oh, boo-hoo." Sasuke drawls, with a roll of his eyes. "You haven't been a pretentious, fatuous prick all day, like you usually are. So, Hyuuga. What's wrong with you? And don't bother lying to me either, because I begrudgingly admit that I feel as if we share a brain sometimes. Spill."
Looking around, Neji suddenly deflates, and leans forward to the raven. "Alright, I shall tell... er... I went to a... bar-review last night..."
The Uchiha's serious expression does not waver. "And? Isn't that a good thing? You're a Law student, right?"
Neji grimaces, before speaking again. "No, my dear... a... bar review..."
Raven brows meet his hairline. "You mean that shit that Law kids do when they all go to a pub and drink and discuss classes?"
Diamond eyes glint with exasperation. "Yes..."
Sasuke did not understand. "I still don't get-"
With a surge of strength, Neji grabs the younger male's shoulders gently, and bends so they are nose to nose. Sasuke jolts, and trembles a little at actually being man-handled for once. He thought he would be pissed at being almost pinned, but a fluttering deep within him and a burning of his cheeks showed his body felt otherwise.
"Listen..." Neji begins, his voice now lower. "I am your Achates, yes? I can confide in you, can I not?"
Why the hell is so close...? "Yes, Hyuuga-"
"Fine!" He starts off, but quiets his voice again. "I attended this 'bar review', yes, and it was a disaster. A ponderous, substantial disaster. The entire bar was rented only for my circle, and then the alcoholic beverages started coming, and it would not stop..."
When the raven does not reply, the Hyuuga continues. "There is another grouping betiding tonight, and I am now fearful of returning. I just cannot, how do you say it...'keep up', my associates drink as if they have no desire for living anymore!" He whispers, frantically in a hushed breath.
Sasuke stares for a moment, before a sudden laugh sends him from Neji's arms to bent over.
The Law student's ire dims slightly. "I... divulge my fears to you, and yet you laugh...?" The tone he uses would be enough to make any normal being feel guilt, but Sasuke just laughs harder.
"S-sorry..." The raven gasps out. "I-it's just seeing you look so lost, and small, and shit, it's... just fucking funny..."
"I fail to see the humor in this, koi-san..." Neji stares back, frowning, before a smile eventually finds his face.
Chocolate eyes take in the pair, but look away once they find Naruto returning.
Holding something.
Something...hideous.
"Ta-daaaaah!" The blonde roots, and Kiba looks over to him.
It's a bright, pumpkin orange, two-wheeled piece of shit, and Naruto stares at it like it's his newborn child.
Ino, Sakura and Gaara simultaneously tilt their heads.
"What is it?" Sakura asks, politely.
Naruto gaps. "It's a scooter, duh! and it it's beautiful, and worth every yen I payed!"
He is met with silence, and with a flattened beatitude, he steers his newly bought item, and seats himself on the bench.
Naruto, however, is cut off from his dejection once he overhears his counterpart's once in a blue moon laughter, snapping his head towards the disturbingly pleasant sounds, his azure eyes narrow once he sees the reason behind it, in the form of a tall, long-haired asshole.
"How did I not fucking know, 'ttebayo...?" The Uzumaki grunts, rolling his eyes. "Stupid, white-eyed prick..."
Kiba is appalled by the embitterment of the tone, completely different from his usual gaiety. "Don't know why you hate him so much, he's kinda funny, and he helped me ask out Hinata. He's a cool guy."
"Ha!" He scoffs in reply. "How can a stuck up bastard like that be cool? All he does is hang all over Sasuke-teme. He's just annoying..."
Kiba turns his eyes once again to the tall pair, before looking over the scowling, tanned boy. "Uh...dude? Don't think I'm weird for saying this but... I dunno, I just think they would make a decent looking couple-"
"WHAT?!"
Kiba's face crumples, startled by the now seething blonde.
Naruto shakes his head so speedily that his brain almost jumps from his ears. "NO! No, nononononono, NO!What the fuck?! NO! Have you lost your mind?! Have you become blind, deaf AND crazy?! No way! No fucking-"
"Dude, Naru, calm down!" Kiba shouts, about to burst into tears. "It was just a thought, sorry! I used to think that way about you and him, too!"
At those words, the clamoring blonde shuts his mouth. "Wh-what...?" He gasps.
"I mean, you guys were always together, and laughing and stuff... but I know both of you don't like guys, so... besides! I'm not the only one who said that, Ino and Sakura said it, too! We didn't mean anything by it, so no need to get upset, man..."
"S-sorry..." Naruto starts, before going quiet. "I just don't see what you guys see..."
"Eh?" An eavesdropping Ino chimes in. "How can you not? Look at that smile Neji has! You can totally see it in his eyes, he loves Sasuke!"
As soon as the 'Suki' word escapes her bubblegum lips, Naruto and Gaara still, and in a second, the redhead is up, muttering goodbyes and making off excuses that he suddenly has to be somewhere.
Naruto begins to feel dizzy, and he heedlessly disregards Gaara's sudden departure.
No way.
No fucking way.
Nononono.
No.
It didn't matter what that asshole felt for his best friend, Sasuke would not return his feelings.
No matter how much in common those two had, no matter how much jazz and rock music they exchanged, no matter how much fucking gay ass Moroccan oil paintings they spent enormous amounts of money on, no matter how much... Sasuke laughed with him...
Naruto had all of that first.
And he'd be damned if he'd let that douche take his best friend from him.
"Fucking right..." He finds himself whispering to his concerned friends. "I'll be right back...dattebayo..."
#$%&
BAM.
With a vexed grunt, Neji's back collides with a random locker.
Naruto's much smaller hand has him by the collar of his, once again very costly button-up shirt, his eyes ablazed with pent up aggression.
Neji rolls his eyes, and swats the younger boy's hand away like a peeving insect.
Maybe it was the underhand comments, the heavy sighs, or the sudden enormity of his dear Sasuke-san's time being given to him, that contributed to the young boy finally snapping, but the elder male can't bring himself to care about the boy's feelings. Still, violence is never necessary, and Neji finds himself far too blase to deal with the emotionally primitive little idiot.
"Remove your sullied hands from my person, you ignorant little wretch..." Neji coldly asserts, and moves to elegantly pass the choleric teen, but once again his back adjoins the locker again. "You are placing creases onto my shirt, in which I highly doubt you have the funds to pay for another if any damage is caused upon it. Let go." His words are hardened into icicles, but that only fuels the shorter blonde further.
"No, you let go, and fuck off, and leave the teme- I mean, Sasuke alone!"
"Would it elate you if I did...?" He asks, suddenly, a syrupy sweet smile suddenly on his face.
Blinking slowly, Naruto loosens his hold unintentionally. "Er... yeah...yeah, it would..."
The smile disappears, and the Hyuuga snarls prettily at him. "Well, tough tits... I am in this for the long run, and I have absolutely no intention of parting from him."
Growling in vexation, Naruto loses it. "Piss off, you stuck up prick! Take your ballet slippers, your pink diary, and your 'I'm not gay, I'm just sensitive' ass and fuck off back to Hebi! Sasuke is my best friend, and no one can have him, but me!"
Raising both brows, Neji responds to the screeching, that is crackled around the edges, signaling that the blonde is trying his hardest not to start bawling his eyes out. "That is rather selfish of you." He maunders, calmly. "What you are implying is that you would prefer Sasuke-san to remain single for the rest of his life, and to continue your meaningless, platonic relationship for the rest of his days, yes?"
It is when the elegant male says it that Naruto rewinds what he had just said back in his own head. "W-wait... n-no-"
The attorney in Neji comes out, and his eyes narrow, ready to begin ruthless interrogation. "But that is what you said, is it not? Sasuke-san is, let's face it, rather fucking attractive, and if I 'piss off', like you say, there will be another like me, and another, and another. Will you bulwark them all away because you cannot face the factuality of your own half-assed feelings-"
Whoa. When did this backfire all on me, 'ttebayo? "That's not-"
"Do you really think in that piteously small brain of yours that I care about being his 'best friend'? You can keep the title, for all I care. I am looking for much, much more, and you will not get in the way of that."
Damn it, why does he have to be so fucking tall?!
Gritting his teeth, Naruto tries hard to turn the situation back into his favor. "Look, asshole. S-Sasuke's not into guys-"
"Oh?" The Hyuuga gasps, mockingly, before growing devilish again. "Then I believe we shall see about that, shall we not?"
Suddenly, the blonde's own back crashes harshly against the random lockers. Where the fuck were they anyways? He'd never seen the University halls so empty.
"Oh, and Naruto-kun..." Neji purrs mercilessly, tightening his hand around his throat. "You place your unworthy fingers upon my apparel and/or body, I will take you to court and I will personally see toit that you are deficient of every cent you own... You have a good evening."
Straightening, the future attorney saunters down the hallway, probably to go find Sasuke again.
Naruto glares at his retreating back, before sighing heavily, and scratching at his head. "Ehh... that could have so gone better..."
With a sudden burst of zen, he jumps up, grinning. "Fuck that, I totally got him scared of me, dattebayo! He'll know not to fuck with me now!"
A now 'triumphant' smile on his face, the blonde skips off, victory feeling light upon his shoulders.
#$%&
It was a pleasant, and felicitated day, Naruto decided.
He'd finally made plans with his girlfriend/not girlfriend, and here they sat, before she went back to Kumo for a week with her brother.
It was awesome, and she made him ramen, which was a plus, and by the end, Naruto was seriously considering marrying this girl.
He honestly thought the day could not get better, until she said her favorite color was orange as well.
Gaping, he wondered if he'd get arrested for screaming at the top of his lungs for her to be-wed him, that or just jumping on her and tearing her clothes off.
Sunset arrived, and she had snuggled up to him.
Overall, his date/not date went pretty fucking A.
Or, at least until she brought out pocky as an after-lunch snack.
The blonde thought nothing of it at first, but froze and watched in horror as her full, red lips engulfed the tip of the stick.
To any other normal, red-blooded, heterosexual male, they would have watched her lips and not have cared that she was eating the wrong end, and starting at the biscuit part, instead of the chocolate bit.
But Naruto was not normal, so...
He watched, unblinkingly as she kept consuming sticks, all beginning at the non-dipped ends.
"So...Naru?"
He did not reply, only stared.
"Isn't it a crazy coincidence that both of our favorite colors are orange?"
Still no reply.
She munches on more of the biscuit-like cookies, and watches the sunset.
"I think it's nice that we have alot in common, don't you think so?"
No rebuttal.
Munch.
A beryl eye twitches.
Munch.
"That just gives us even more to talk about, ne, Naru?"
Crunch.
No answer.
"The winter's approaching soon, but I love to watch the sunset. Don't you? It's beautiful, right?"
Crunch.
"This is the best type of weather too, don't you think? Not too cold, not too warm? It's perfect!"
Still nothing.
Munch, crunch.
"Oh, hey, did you catch the MTV Japan Awards last night? My favorite singer, Miliyah Kato won an award! Isn't that great?"
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
"She sings that song, you know..."
Munch.
"What's the name of it... erm..."
Munch, munch.
"Uh..."
Munch...
"Sensation! That's the name of it! Such a good song!"
BIG crunch.
"Have you heard of it, Naru-"
"OHMYGAWD, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
Karui stares, now immensely desensitized to his random outbursts. "What's the matter-"
"You!" Naruto hollers, pointing a finger at her. "That's not how you fucking eat pocky, and you know it, dattebayo!" On the verge of angry tears, Naruto jumps up, and takes off running, all the while screeching at the top of his lungs, much like a child after they drop an ice-cream cone.
It is thirty minutes when he stops, and heaves for air, now angry at himself. "What the fuck?! I thought she was absolutely perfect! she can make good ramen, likes orange, and is nice to look at! But it turns out, she can't even eat pocky right! What the hell is wrong with her? And me! Every time I think I've found the perfect girl, there's always something wrong with them that I just can't deal with... I mean for fuck's sake, everyone knows that you're supposed to eat the dipped parts first!"
Sighing, he straightens. "I don't even feel like going back there, like, seriously..." He turns his head to the direction in which he had ran from (screaming like a little girl) Alas, Karui had drove him out here, and it was a at least a three mile walk back.
"What would the teme do...?" Ends up escaping his lips, before he even realizes it, then scowls. "He'll probably call that long haired son of a bitch, and be all like..." Naruto then deepens his voice to a baritone. "Yo, bitch, come pick me up', and then Hyuuga will be all like..." His voice then lightens to a horrid imitation of a flamboyant male's voice. "Oh, of course, Sasuke-dear! What would you like with that? A Marvin Gaye CD? The Mona Lisa, maybe? A blow job? Whatever you want, I'll do it coz I'm a much better friend that that blonde of yours!"
Seeing how making fun of both bastards, once again, was not fun, since they were not here. Sighing hard, he begins trudging back to his now 'simpleton' girlfriend.
#$%&
"The jig is up, the news is out,
They finally found me,
The renegade who had it made,
Retrieved for a bounty...
Never more to go astray,
This'll be the end today,
Of the wanted man..."
"Alright, minna! Gather around, I have the drinks!"
The circle gathers around Itachi's spacious table, and each delicately finger out their poison in the form of cooled glasses.
Deidara smirks into his whiskey. "What's up, Sasori-danna, un? I've been in Paris making millions off my art-work and sitting back and getting richer, as usual. How's your un-cultured, Japan-based life coming along?, I just learned Romanian by the way..."
Sasori snorts at the fatuous tone. "How about you get a real job, then come talk to me, little boy? Or, how about you come down to my office, and I'll fix you up good. Make you look like a real man, like how you're supposed to..."
Kisame barks out a laugh as both millionaires begin to engage in verbal hostilities. "C'mon, guys, we're all friends here."
The baby-faced redhead narrows his eyes at the navy haired male. "This...thing is not my friend. I have come only for you, Itachi, Konan, and their daughter... His company is highly unwarranted, and I wish he'd just leave..."
Deidara scowls. "You're just mad because my sister is fucking your sister... I wish you'd just get over it, un. I did. If your little princess prefers the taco, then it's her problem..."
Kisame crosses his overly-muscular arms, and leans back, grinning. "How are Sakura-chan, and Ino-chan doing anyways?"
Sasori looks away, haughtily. "Still together, unfortunately. Do you know, my darling little sister had the nerve to beg me to perform a sex change on her, so she can legally marry that tramp? I guess the blonde's stupidity is rubbing off on her."
The blonde bares his teeth. "Don't talk about Ino like that, you stupid fucking-"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, can you two just fuck and get it over with? The sexual tension is fucking suffocating!"
Kyuubi, Itachi, and Konan arrive, and the bronze skinned man swipes at a Jack Daniels. Deidara huffs at the offending comment from Kyuubi, and returns to his drink.
"How have you all been? It has been a while, has it not?" Konan courteously asks, scratching at where her labaret piercing used to boldly glitter, and folds her legs. She used to be a punk rocker's wet dream, until she had a kid and grew up, now the only thing that adorns her are long sundresses and hair clips.
Itachi clinks his glass with Kisame. "Let us be quick with this class reunion, yes? My daughter is finally sleeping, and until you all have hyper eight-year-olds constantly wanting to 'bond' and blue haired wives breathing down your neck, your schedule will never be as rampageous as I..."
Kyuubi burps obnoxiously, and Kisame grins big. "I could have sworn you were gay..." The navy haired male suddenly says.
Deidara stares at the dark-skinned, tattooed male in awe. "Holy shit! I thought I was the only one who thought that, un!"
Sasori looks up. "I almost sworn Itachi was homosexual as well..."
"Hell, I'm married to him..." Konan snorts, ungracefully. "...And I thought he was gay, too..."
"Fuck it, I still think he is!" Kyuubi chirps in.
Sighing tiredly, Itachi sips at his red wine, while his high school friends erupt in a bagarre about his sexual orientation.
Why the fuck he decided to invite these unpleasant, vulgar assholes, he had no idea.
Maybe it was his wife.
She did have a tendency to pussy-whip him into doing things against his will.
In misery, he lets his mind wander to far more endearing things, like hanging himself at this very damned moment.
All he'd have to do is excuse himself...
Damn, that wouldn't work, because Konan and Itanan would probably force their ways into the afterlife to drag him back onto Earth.
Fuck...
He then wonders how his dearest baby brother is doing, but suddenly remembers a certain loud, nude blonde, and then smirks, all knowingly again.
At least Sasuke was having a good time.
#$%&
"Follow me now and you will not regret,
Leaving the life you led before we met,
You are the first to have this love of mine,
Forever with me 'till the end of time,
Your love for me has just got to be real...
Before you know the way I'm going to feel...
I'm going to feel...
I'm going to feel..."
"I...am having such a bad fucking time..." Sasuke groans, slamming his head repeatedly onto his desk, opened textbooks scattered around his hair. "Who even uses Latin as a language anymore?! Fffuuuuu-"
"Sasuke-teme!"
"As if my day couldn't get fucking worse..." The Uchiha sighs, rising, he reaches the living room window, and looks out.
"What, dobe?" He growls down to the smiling male.
"Come outside, teme! We're going on an adventure!"
The skeptical male raises a brow. "An adventure? For fuck's sake, what are you, five?"
The scowl on the blonde's face sends him fighting off a smile. "Just come down here, you asshole!"
Sighing for the sixtieth time today, Sasuke walks to the front door, slips on shoes and a jacket, and walks downstairs.
When he reaches the blonde, his eyes roam upon the orange contraption. "What the fuck is that?"
Huffing, the blonde responds. "It's my scooter, and it's the sexiest thing since sex! Don't be a dick, teme! Now put this on!" The blue eyed male tosses the eyebrow raising raven a royal blue, open helmet. With atletically inclined reflex, Sasuke catches it and stares at it in distaste. "How are we going on this... adventure, Usurantonkachi?"
The affable blonde smiles. "We're going on Gama! Duhhhhh! Now get on!"
The apprehension deepens further. "How?"
Cerulean eyes twinkle in elation. "It's a two-seater!"
The taller male fails to return the jubilant sentiment. "And why would you buy that two-seating detritus?"
Suddenly hurt by the callous tone, Naruto looks away, abashedly biting at his bottom lip.
"I bought it for us..."
Discounting the sudden bombardier of perverse thoughts at watching pearly teeth nip lightly at rose lips, Sasuke immediately feels guilt.
Placing the repulsive thing onto his head, he walks past the now shocked blonde and sits on the edge of the motor vehicle's seat. "Well? Are we going?"
A small, gratified smile is on the tanned boy's lips, and placing on his neon orange, open helmet, and matching goggles and hopping in the front.
With several kick-starts, the vehicle boots to life, and Sasuke then places his arms tight around the dobe's weight, not trusting this piece of shit contraption to stay in tact, even for a moment. Hell, at least if he went, the blonde would go down with him.
With a slight stuttering purr, the orange thing zooms them around the corner and into the street..
Or at least as fast as a cheap, bullshit moped could take them.
A half hour into cruising down the streets, before they know it, they are in the Shinjuku region of Konoha.
Bad choice.
Bevies of teenagers, younger and older, swarm the streets. The teens, girls especially, gaze upon the flamboyant, eye-melting clash of orange and blue, one elated, glowing face, and one miserable, 'please just kill me' look. The young girls begin to giggle, and point, their excited voices lowered to hushed tones.
By now, every walking patron is boldly goggling at the eccentric looking, disparate pair and do nothing to hide it.
"We're being stared at..." Sasuke sighs, averting his eyes from the overly watchful brigade of stares.
"Ahhhh, let them." The blonde chirps, the speeding winds feeling like heaven across his face.
"Do you even know where we're going, dobe...?" The unhappy Uchiha grumbles, and is met with a mischievous smirk.
"Yup... we should be passing her by at any moment now..."
The raven rose a brow. "Her?"
And then Sasuke sees it, a flash of dyed red, bleached platinum, and natural ginger hair.
Karin walks, in all of her belly-shirt, short short, and hooker boots wearing glory, her scantily clad body turned towards the Uchiha's eye-rolling other best friend, Suigetsu, and his confidant, elder friend, Juugo.
Naruto digs in the side of his pocket, all the while keeping the semi-speeding scooter steady, and when he finds what he has been looking for, waits for the moment that he flies by the unaware, bespectacled girl, and leans over to empty his entire bottle of water onto his red haired kin's head and chest. And considering she had just literally departed from a hair salon, she was definitely more than pissed.
"Naruto! You stupid fucking idiot! Why in the fucking hell did you do that?!" Karin screeches in anger, pulling off her glasses and whacking a laughing Suigetsu hard in misplaced peeve.
"That's what you get for pouring flour on me while I was in the shower, you bitch! Besides, it's not like you're not used to liquids down your face! Suck on that, whore!" The blonde cackles impishly, and even Sasuke finds a chuckle escaping him.
"Where to now, Maniac McGee?" Sasuke snorts, and a philologist expression meets the blonde's face. "Er... the music store again?"
An eyeroll. "We don't have the same musical tastes, dobe..."
A soft smile finds the tanned face. "Doesn't matter, 'ttebayo. I know you like going there, so that's where we'll go... besides... you can always teach me to like it, Sasuke..."
Once again, the dark haired companion is left without words.
En route to their destination, a certain long haired prick is seen exiting a bookstore.
Fucking perfect.
When his eyes meet the blonde's giddy ocean blue, they harden to uncut crystals.
A candy pink tongue darts out to blow at the scowling, older male, and Naruto, in ascendancy, he looks back at the oblivious raven behind him, which, in a way, he admits, is sort of like a prize he won, and refuses to share with anyone else.
That, and it was hi-fucking-larious seeing Neji brew in his own anger.
Suck on that...
Asshole...
#$%&
AN: Aaaaaaannnnnndddddd, I am done! Not a bad update for such a lazy girl, right? Yes? Yes!
I actually like this chapter, and if you don't then, well... I'll cry about it in private!
(1): MCT Japan: The MCT is an international Marketing recruitment business, and in college, with all graduate degree careers (Like Doctor, Lawyer, Psychologist, Engineer) Companies from around the world visit the top of the class students, give them interviews while they are still in college, and offer internships and jobs right when the students graduate. In order to get this though, you have to be at the top of the class and probably attend an Ivy league, I dunno. I haven't experienced it yet.
(2): I think I have another footnote, but I'm too lazy to look for it. Sue me!
Chapter Playlist:
The group at the recreational University area: "Masquerade" by Hyde. (Yes! Actual Japanese music!)
The grouping at Itachi's house: "Renegade" by Styx
Sasuke going nuts while studying: "N.I.B" by Black Sabbath
Oh, uhm! Yeah, for the humor in this! I didn't really try too hard to be funny, so if you don't laugh at anything, I'll understand... :-(
Do any of you like Kyuubi in this? Or the Saso/Dei interaction? You have to let me know, guys, or else, I won't write them in anymore.
To avoid keep on repeating myself in my fic, I'm just going to say who majors in what here, because it gets annoying having to keep bringing it up:
Ino: Fashion Designer. Pretty obvious. Sakura: Medical Doctor. Even more obvious. Kiba: Veterenarian. Way too obvious.
Sasuke: International Business Consultant. Just pulled that one from my butt, I'm afraid, lol .
Gaara: Clinical Psychologist. Neji: Lawyer. Naruto: Errr... Let's just say a teacher. Itachi: Is a lawyer.
Deidara: Artist. Sasori: Plastic Surgeon. Kisame: Uhh... For you to fill out, I guess... Kyuubi: Engineer.
And as for the Naru/Karin beef, I kinda have that in real life with my younger cousin, so I thought it would add to the humor in this fic by adding some real life experiences in here.
By the way, my fellow career kids! Is there anyone out there that is going to have to go to grad school in order to persue their career? (I.e. doctor, engineer, lawyer, psychologist, business executive?) If so, we can bond while crying at our soon to be empty wallets! :D
Reviewer Question: Besides the SasuNaru in this fic, what OTHER couples do you all fancy? Or rather, what couple would you LIKE to happen in this fic? Please provide why! Seriously, I'm like, lost without any reviews giving me slight direction...
Poor (gay) Itachi. I know the feels, bro. (Actually, I don't, but I'm trying to be nice here...)
And did the Neji/Naru faceoff thing shock you guys? Sorry, but I need a slight scuffle here in order to help the plot!
And DON'T MAKE FUN OF THE SCOOTER. I plan to get one when I have the money, so don't judge...
P.S.: About the pocky thing, trolololol, I just couldn't resist putting that bit in. I actually seen someone eat a pizza crust-first and I'm all like "AWMYGAWD, THAT'S NOT HOW YOU EAT IT!" It's not meant to offend anyone with special quirks such as that, just meant for humor :)
Anyways, reviewwwww. Because if no one does, this shit's getting canned and sent straight to the recycle bin! And I mean it! *tries an angry face*
See you next time! (Or maybe not, it's up to the reviews...)
Ja Ne!
-SicklePickle