Chapter Six: Oops Can't Cover It

Author's Notes: -sigh- People are going to fucking kill me…

Warnings/Disclaimer: Done…Done…Done

Chapter Six: Oops Can't Cover It

Why I chose to talk about something so life changing then, I have no idea.

Maybe because I had all the answers stored away somewhere I wasn't sure of. But it was a shitty time to pick to talk about it, you know, when my head was going to be down and out for a week. Save the comments, assholes. I'm the type of person who can't wait, so it was a damn miracle I waited till we got home. That I waited the time I was in the hospital. The only reason was I had a simple lingering fear that I was about to lose my best friend. I mean, come on.

This is scary.

According to Hinata I was really in love with him. Right now I had a feeling I was about to lose someone who meant a lot to me talking about something two best friends – especially guys – shouldn't talk about. And it was all because my mouth couldn't shut it.

I noticed him smirk, and that usual urge to punch him surged, but when he spoke it easily subsided, "Armageddon about to rain upon us, dobe?"

I blinked, and I didn't realize till that sentence that I fell unnaturally quiet. That's me right there; run in guns blazing, and miss my target.

So of course I start out with the sure fire sentence to start a conversation sure to make my head spin (not hard), and I can't follow up with even a damn grunt like this asshole can.

He stuffs his hands in his pants, shrugs, and even glares, "Well?"

I don't know why the hell I always huff when he glares, "Teme."

"Dobe."

And for some reason, I completely understood why my hopes soared when he walked towards the couch.

Maybe next time I should ask Hinata for my winning lotto numbers too.

I simply sat down, don't get ahead of yourself.

Yes, I wanted to know what was going through that thick skull (tiny brain) of Naruto's, but I have something he doesn't have in this type of situation, and that would be patience.

Something like me being quiet, grunting, glaring, rolling my eyes, and nonchalant actions will drive him to outrage mode. He wants answers just as much as I do. But I, despite wanting to get this situation behind us, can wait fifty years.

"Well?" He asks with a note of exaggeration in his voice, and I give no vocal reaction but simply raise my eyebrow. For some unknown reason, this has always irritated him to no end.

He glares, and then winces, and I can't even try and help the rolling of my eyes. "Dobe, you need rest."

"No." He huffs, and to add more emphasis on his childish antics, he crosses his arms.

"Well then," I finally decide to open the floor, "Talk away. Explain. Since you can't wait."

It's almost cartoonish how his eyes bug slightly when he realizes I wasn't going to carry out this discussion like I usually do when we actually have to act civilized and talk.
I watched his eyes dance around for a moment, and occasionally they would pause on something in the room and he would suck in a burst of air, open his mouth, and just like him his brain would die.

And just like him, he's probably putting too much thought into it. Going into the whole 'doom' scenario and all, practically thinking the world is going to end.

Fucking idiot.

"Let's pretend I meant it."

Patience –gone. Rationality – dead. Normality – never happened in the first place. Cool demeanor – dropped.

You heard it first. I, Uchiha Sasuke, didn't know what to do.

Said the wrong thing, didn't I?

It's like, my specialty or some crap. Maybe it's in my blood. I'm betting it's in my blood, seriously. I could actually see changes in his facial features which never happen. See, I'm fucking irrational right now and I'll blame it all on my head injury. Yeah, I'll claim fucking delirious too if shit really hits the fan. Try me. I once told my mom I had amnesia because I forgot to do the dishes.

You really never know what the hell I'll try.

So when I saw the slightest of frowns tug down at the corners of his mouth, causing the slightest of wrinkles to appear on flawless skin, I was ready to bash my head in all over again.

Instead, I laughed.

I laughed like a fucking loony. I watched his eyebrows instantly shoot up before they knitted back together.

I even ignored the pain to reach forward and aim a lame excuse for a punch at his arm, "Just messing with you man."

Do I always sound like that much of a jackass? You know what, don't answer that.

But instead of him rolling his eyes and calling me 'dobe' like I expected, he pulled a complete one-eighty and did something unexpected.

Yeah, I was the one who got in his face. Completely unlike me.

Close enough that if either of us took a deep breath, our noses would have touched. I probably have lost my mind a little, either that, or I've spent a too much time with Naruto. I simply just wanted to get the truth out of him the easiest way I knew how, and that was pissing him off. I knew Naruto lied because he always gives that guilty chuckle after he lies.

"The hell are you doing Sasuke?"

There was a growl in his voice. See, he's easy to read and because of that he's easy to pick up on. His likes and dislikes.

"Hn."

"Don't give me that grunting bullshit." He snaps, and I watch him wince, "Just get out of my fucking face."

"Tell me the truth then, dobe." I don't know how I managed to use a tone like my father's. One that sounds like ice, but something in that sentence must have hit a cord, because I watch his eyes shift back and forth around the room. He's searching for an excuse.

But his next sentence actually made me almost check my calm demeanor.

"Teme, could you get off of me?"

Sure enough, I was lying almost completely on top of him. Both of my hands were on either side of his head, and I didn't want to even check or picture how our legs were positioned. I wasn't going to lose my…what did Naruto call it? My bastard charm.

"Tell me the truth."

I saw his jaw muscles flex from him clenching his teeth in what I know was annoyance – what a role reversal.

"I told you the damn truth." The more annoyed he got, the more he growled.

So, I checked him where his words were.

It honestly took me a few full, agonizingly long seconds to realize Sasuke was kissing me.

Yeah, you heard me right. Sasuke was kissing me. And no, I couldn't admit it. And you know exactly what I'm referring to, too. After I saw his face fall, I just couldn't admit that, maybe, just maybe, that I might like my best friend more than a best friend. That maybe it was the reason I was kissing him back. I had my eyes slammed shut, because I still couldn't face the situation head on. Not yet, but I could still enjoy it a little.

His lips were just as soft as all the fangirls speculated out loud. He didn't press too hard or too soft, but it's enough to make my heart beat so hard in my chest that it makes me deaf.
The embarrassment doesn't exactly hit until I realize he goes to pull away and my lips are following his. That immediately has me snapping back to reality.

I pulled my face back and the back of my head finds my pillow, and when my eyes fly open I find his usual impassive face still hovering over me. Damn him! Isn't he fazed in the least? I know damn well my face is so red it should be reflecting off of his.

I never really noticed how dark his eyes were, not until we were still practically nose to nose with each other could I really see every waking detail to his face. His skin really was fucking flawless – prick.

"The truth, just say it."

Has he ever been that soft spoken? HA! Never in my existence knowing him has he been soft spoken.

So he should know I'm stubborn as a fucking mule.

"I already told you. I was kidding."

Yeah, I was pissed, but I wasn't going to show it.

Instead, I just got up and went right to my room. I didn't hesitate, or really, I didn't think about it. As soon as the words came out of his mouth I just instantly got up. I knew he wasn't going to call after me, because he was more embarrassed about the stunt I pulled than he has ever been embarrassed in his life. He wasn't going to come seek me out, and he knew I wasn't going to go to him.

Two very stubborn personalities under one roof was practically suicide. Ah, I finally understand why Itachi wanted us to stay living together.

I didn't mean to slam my door to my room, but I suppose this was the reason every Uchiha in my family had a reputation for slamming doors. We just hold things in and have to take in out on something inanimate.

I don't know why I chose not to lock my door like I usually do, or why I stand in the middle of my room not choosing to take a seat anywhere.

It's probably because both Naruto and I knew the answer to the question.

But the problem was, both of us were too stubborn to say anything first.

Or in reality, anything at all.

"Shit."

Author's Notes: It was supposed to end on this chapter. Damn me.
Anyway, we're on that nice whole update every two day thing, but… it might have to be three-four now. Either way, I'll have the update, so you really have nothing to complain about.