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Chapter 4:

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I'm drunk, I think. I'm not sure. Not really; I mean, I'm walking fine and all, but it's kinda hard to concentrate.

Stupid Neji and his stupid all seeing Byakugan eyes. Stupid me, stupid Naruto.

Everyone's stupid.

I sigh, and I continue walking. I was going home, I think, but not anymore. Now I'm just walking. Purposelessly.

My life is-meaningless. Meaningless, because I had spent my life working towards one goal.

Revenge.

I had never given a thought to what I would-afterwards. I do not believe that I ever imagined that I could possibly kill Itachi and live-not, not Itachi.

My older brother Itachi, the once-pride of the Uchiha clan, the heir apparent, dead, by me, Uchiha Sasuke, second in line, younger son, younger brother, always behind Itachi, never as good, as powerful, as strong.

Uchiha Itachi, parricidal Uchiha traitor.

Uchiha Sasuke, current village outcast.

Were we really all that different?

Both traitors. Murderers.

Stupid stupid Uchiha Sasuke. Sacrificing your life for revenge. To be different from your brother. And it turns out that I'm exactly like him.

Stupid.

My thoughts wandered back to Neji. How he'd kissed me. Smirked and told me I wasn't straight. Insisted that I was in love. Needed to confess. How he looked angry and sad and almost-hateful.

Weird.

Why would he look like that? Like it hurt him to talk to me, to not pound me into the ground, and kill me a hundred times over, like it hurt him to tell me, warn me, caution me about love, out of all things.

He should heed his own fucking words. Everyone, well, maybe not everyone, but quite a few people know that he likes Naruto.

Or as Ino and Sakura squealed, "Neji's got the hots for Naruto! It's so sweet! They're so perfect for each other! They're, like, exact opposites!"

It pissed me off. So what if Neji likes Naruto? It didn't mean that Naruto would like Neji. Or that they'd look good together.

Stupid closet yaoi fangirls.

Naruto wouldn't fall for Neji, anyways. He was too prissy. Too proper. Too apathetic and emotionless. Naruto was happy...cheerful...bright... He showed all of his emotions, poured sincerity and determination into everything he did, everything around him. Neji wasn't like that. He was—different.

They didn't—wouldn't match.

Not at all.

Not if I had anything to say about it. And Naruto would listen to me. I was his best friend, after all, and he trusted me, for all that I'd betrayed him and tried to kill him.

That stupid, clueless goddamned dork.

He was so stupid, so trusting. I didn't understand how he could be like that. How he could still stand the sight of me, how he could look at me and grin, visibly lighting up, sending this warm sort of happiness through my body, like a ray of sunlight, of pure happiness.

That stupid– Oh my fucking god.

I—Was I really that—stupid? I can't believe that I have only just noticed that I—loved Naruto.

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Hehe... Fourth chapter already. Is very impressed with myself.

Written: July 25, 2008

Words: 503