I looked at naruto. He wasn't training like he usually was. Most certainly because I'm here. I ignored him and started drawing.
"Oy sasuke!"I heard him yell. "what?" " Go away, I can't concetrate" he told me. I knew he couldn't. But somehow I liked to watch him training, he reminded me of myself. Only more happy, and he's bullied, less silent, pretty annoying actually. The loud mouthed kid always yelling for attention. He humiliated himself to make people see him but people stopped laughing, got bored. I never thought he was funny anyway. But his scream for attention is now answered with a simple "naruto shut up" Or "naruto you're annoying". He's been in my class for a long time now. No one really cares for him. Not that I do but knowing someone understood what I felt, was nice. I was the one of the only once who known he lost his parents and I understood his loneliness . Somehow I despite the fact I alsways made fun of him, ignored him, I should be the one helping him. I know how hard it is to fight for things, but I kept close to myself, quiet.
"HEY REACTION?! hey teme!" "what?"I asked harsh snapping out of my thoughts. "I can't train when you're here!"he told me. "it's not like I'm looking anyway" I saw him bite his lip. I couldn't help but think about the fact girls didn't think he's cute, isn't he the kind of guy girls should go, fangirl about? like cute, or whatever they think. "FINE!"he yelled. Then again he's loud. But he does work hard. I used to work as hard as he does. My brother used to be the captain of this football team.I remember how proud my father always was. Of cores I wanted that same love. My fathers love. I now am the captain of the football team. Of cored I'm glad I'm the son my father would want but to be honest I'm doing what I want to do. Was that bit of attention worth it? I don't even look up to my dad anymore. I became who I despise. I wonder if it's worth it.
I saw naruto stopping with running. He never really took a break. I wondered why he stopped until I heard his belly grumble. I mentally facepalmed myself. Is he an Idiot?. He grunted back to his belly. Nevermind.. He's the biggest idiot. "take a break, dope"I yelled at him. "I don't take breaks" he told me. "I have extra ramen" He bit his lip "and hot water.." I continued. "Fine!"he yelled. I jumped down and threw a bag of instant Ramen to his face. Honestly That's the only one I had but I don't like them. I still don't know why the maids keep putting them with my stuff. I told them I'll make my stuff my own. I hate the fact they are so hung up about it. They're not my mum so they shouldn't pretend like they are.
"You said you had two bags.." "I didn't, I said I had one extra" "But you have none" "I don't want one" "how could you not want ramen?!" "I don't like ramen" "then why did you bring it?" "someone else packed it" "bu-" "I can also throw it away" "FINE!" He yelled taking the ramen. I sat down. "why are you always here anyway?" He asked me sitting down next to me. A little too far, but I didn't mind, I don't like being close to people. "No reason" "seriously?" "It's not really your business."I said. He didn't reply. "But you're like super popular, You could sit wherever you want"he said smiling. How can he smile like that? I know he wants friends. "Hn." "You're not sitting with your other popular friends?"he asked in a mocking tone. "I don't have friends" I replied. He frowned. "how's that?" "People might hang around me.. But don't go think they're my friends" I said standing up. "What you're too good to have friends? People want to be friends with you yo know!"He asked mean. "whatever." I said walking off.
Naruto p.o.v
I looked at sasuke who left. What did he mean with 'I don't have friends' ? Why can't I know why he's here or what he's doing? what is he, like living two lives or something? asshole, going all movie star super hero. I sighed and slurped my ramen. I couldn't hate him for giving me ramen though. It's my favorite. I looked at the tree. He forgot his notebook. I couldn't help but being curious. That's just how I am. I climbed into the tree, took his notebook, climbed back down. I thought a bit before opening the notebook. The first page. It was a raven. Beautifully drawn. Like a angelic demon, with black wings. I don't know how to describe it. I bit my lip, no mater how curious I was I decided to close the book and put it away. Leaving him at least a little of privacy. But who knew he was this.. Interesting. Not just a blank douchebag.