Yay! We finally meet her! And yeah, that's about it. I don't know, I like this particular chapter. It was fun to write. Hope you like it too.
Do not own Naruto. Enjoy.
Chapter 6:
"My God, we have to go to the police station and everything," Naruto complained loudly, parking on the side of the road across from the station.
"Quit your whining," Sasuke rubbed his temples. "I have a terrible headache right now, and I don't need your freaking loud voice to make it worse."
Naruto stepped out and purposely slammed his door shut.
Sasuke growled as he too got out. Someday, when he got the opportunity, he was going to kill that dobe. He stuck his hands in his pockets and slowly followed Naruto, hearing the words "trouble…diabetic…girl…parties…stupid…teme…" coming from his mouth. He (Sasuke) scowled as the building drew nearer. The one person he hated most was standing right behind those doors. The one person who'd made his life a living hell. The one person who'd kil-
"Eh! Sasuke-teme!" Naruto was suddenly in his face.
Sasuke jumped back slightly and glared pointedly at the blonde. "What?"
"You read the rules, right?" Naruto asked, glaring right back. "They said both of us have to be with her at all times. Even though it's the gayest thing in the world, whose house should we stay at?"
They wouldn't know anyway if both of us stayed with her or not, Sasuke thought to himself. He instantly realized that wasn't true. With Kakashi hanging around at his house almost every night, there was no way they could get away with that rule. The man just knew about these things, and he could get any information he wanted from anyone. Though Sasuke hated to admit it, he knew he was stuck with the annoying blonde for the next two-and-a-half months. God, life sucked.
"Your house, I guess." He didn't dare bring Naruto home with both Itachi and Kakashi there. There was no point in scarring the kid with that kind of crap. "We'll stay there for the rest of this week." He was sure he could figure something else out to make sure they never went to his house.
Naruto looked like he was going to argue, but then decided to keep his mouth shut as they entered the building. "Fine. We'll make a stop to your house on the way back to pick up whatever you need."
Sasuke didn't bother to reply. He felt himself tense up and a flash of hot anger shoot through his body. Standing no further than ten feet away, was a young teenage girl. A backpack was slung over her shoulder, and she had an ugly smirk on her pretty face.
"Sasuke Uchiha. What an honor it is to finally meet you again. How long has it been…ten years now? Well, at least this time, our meeting won't be cut so short."
It took all of Sasuke's strength not to lunge at her and strangle her. He gripped the edge of the doorframe tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Naruto looked back and forth between them, confused. Okay, something was definitely up between them. Something that obviously suggested a previous meeting. But when?
"Hello Kisha," Sasuke said through gritted teeth.
Kisha giggled. "Ah! So you remember my name! That makes me feel better, Sasuke-sensei. So much better."
"Don't you dare call me that," Sasuke said in a low, threatening voice.
Kisha smiled sweetly at him. "But I want to call you that. After all, don't you think it'd make your parents happy to know that you're getting so much respect from someone like me?"
At the mention of his parents, Sasuke began to see red. He was officially pissed off now, and his thoughts began to jumble and make his headache oh so much more worse. So therefore, he did the only thing that made sense in his mind.
"Sasuke?" Naruto asked, concerned.
Sasuke calmly walked up to Kisha, and without a second thought, simply turned his hand into a fist and punched her hard in the face.
Naruto POV
"Haha!" Kisha laughed heartily. "Wow, Sasuke-sensei sure has a right hook!"
"I'll say," Naruto took her chin gently and lifted up her head. "Let me see your lip."
Kisha stuck out her lower lip so he could see it better. It was split right down the middle, with blood starting to slowly drip down her chin. Naruto winced on the inside at how painful it looked. "That's going to need stitches," he muttered. He looked down at his hand when he felt more blood congeal on it.
"Eh? Naruto! I think my nose is bleeding!" Kisha ran her finger under it and Naruto caught sight of a flash of red.
He cursed under his breath and quickly handed her a tissue that appeared out of nowhere. Stupid Sasuke, he thought angrily. What was his problem, anyway? God, you don't just go up to the person you're supposed to take care of for the next two months and punch them! Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's why, when Naruto had finally pulled the Uchiha away from Kisha, he ordered him to go home and pack up his clothes and such. They would pick him up after Kisha's minor injuries were taken care of. But it looked like they might be a little delayed, since that lip needed stitches right away.
Oh well, Naruto shrugged on the inside. I'm sure it won't kill him to wait an extra hour or so. But the next time I catch him alone, I'm gonna force him to tell me what's going on between him and Kisha.
Sasuke POV
"I don't see why he got so upset," Sasuke grumbled, opening the front door to his…well, since I'm too lazy to make a really long description…mansion. "I didn't punch her that hard. And even so, she got what she deserved. No cocky ba-"
"Hey, Sasuke."
Sasuke paused in his rant to look at his brother, who was walking down the stairs. He was wearing black sweatpants that were hanging low, and no shirt. His pale, lean chest flashed in the light, and his flat stomach rippled with muscles as he casually leaned on the stairway. "How's it going?"
Sasuke glared at him. "Is Kakashi here?"
"No," Itachi snapped, even though Sasuke could easily tell he was lying.
"Well then, I'd rather not comment," Sasuke kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his jacket.
Itachi was quiet a moment. "So…how was school?"
"Why don't you ask Kakashi?" Sasuke spat his teacher's name. "I'm sure he could tell you just as well as me, if not better."
Itachi's eyes darkened and he pursed his lips. "I heard about the service project."
"Did you now? Was this while Kakashi was sucking your-"
"GODAMMIT SASUKE!!"
Sasuke stopped, and he suddenly felt a little ashamed for acting like such a bratty kid. He shook his head and sighed. "Yeah, the project."
Itachi took in a breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "So…did you meet her?"
"Yeah."
They stared at each other a moment.
"What did you-"
"I punched her in the face."
Itachi let out a sharp cough, but to Sasuke it sounded like he was choking on a laugh. He let a weak, but definitely fake smile cross over his face. "Brilliant, huh?"
"How hard you hit her?" Itachi regained composure and barely kept his face straight.
"Enough for her to probably get stitches."
Itachi smiled back. Then he embraced his younger brother. "So your okay, then…with all this?"
Sasuke instantly stiffened and tried to pull away. He didn't need any pity. Especially from his queer brother. "Of course I am," he succeeded after a few seconds. It's fine Itachi, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
Itachi's eyes had a hint of sadness to them, but he nodded nonetheless. "If you're sure…"
Sasuke began to walk up the stairs. "I'm going to be staying with Naruto for a while. The projects order that both people be with their teen at all times, so you probably won't be seeing much of me for the next couple of months. That okay?"
"Of course, it's fine," Itachi absently waved him up. "But please stay out of trouble, will you? I mean, can't you at least try to forgive her? It wasn't even her fault in the -"
"You of all people know how I feel about this, Itachi." Sasuke interrupted, pausing at the top of the stairs. "Regardless of whose fault it is, she still carries their blood in her body. I can't forget, and I can't forgive. That's just the way I am."
As Sasuke turned around to continue walking, he heard his brother mutter under his breath, "Dammit Sasuke, why do you have to be such an emo kid?"
I'm not any goddamn emo kid, Sasuke thought angrily, going into his room and slamming the door shut. I just hurt on the inside. Is that so bad? He dumped a bag on the bed and began to stuff it with enough shirts and jeans for the week. He stuck in a pair of sweatpants for PJs…but that was only if it got too cold. Otherwise he just slept in his boxer shorts.
He opened his door and walked into the bathroom to get his toothbrush and whatever else he needed. Once he had those, he went back into his room and stuffed them in his bag. He then zipped it shut and slung it over his shoulder. The last thing he picked up was a picture sitting nicely on his nightstand. A picture of his parents before they had died. He stared at it a moment, letting the memory sink in, then gently tucked it in his pocket for safe keeping. As he descended the stairs, he heard hushed voices in the kitchen. He poked his head in curiously.
Itachi sat at the table, looking at something Sasuke couldn't see. Kakashi stood by the sink, looking out the window, a far-a-way look in his eyes. As he turned his head he caught sight of Sasuke. "Well speak of the devil."
Itachi looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Sasuke. Get in here."
Oh great, Sasuke walked in and leaned back on the counter. What'd I do now?
Itachi held up something. "Is this yours?"
Sasuke paled slightly.
It was a knife.
Shit! I thought I took that out of my pocket! Sasuke tried not to look guilty. "Where did you get that?"
Itachi turned on full-glare mode on the younger Uchiha. Not even Sasuke could last that long under his gaze. "When I was taking out a pair of your jeans from the laundry, it fell out one of your pockets. Would you like to start talking, or shall I, cuz I have a hell of a lot to say to you."
Sasuke felt his own temper flare up. "Well, so what if it's mine? What are you going to do about it? Take it away? Believe me, Big Bro, there's plenty more where that came from."
"You said that you had stopped," Itachi hissed. "That if we agreed not to send you to a therapy group, you would stop. I trusted you Sasuke, but-"
"Oh don't give me that bullshit!!" Sasuke yelled, marching over and snatching back his knife. 'I trusted you Sasuke.' Jesus, I never even used it. I just happened to have it with me. I'm not that stupid anymore, Itachi. My God, put at least a little faith in me."
"I did, Sasuke," Itachi grabbed Sasuke's arm and took the knife. "But apparently that was a mistake."
What these two were talking about was that after both their parents had died, probably a little before Sasuke turned fifteen, Sasuke had started to cut himself. Not deep enough to kill himself, but only to feel pain. He was trying to focus on a greater pain that would take his mind off the one in his heart. Itachi only found out about it after Sasuke couldn't take it anymore and had cut his arm to leave a deep gash that bled throughout most the night. Itachi had come into his room early the next morning to tell him he was leaving for the day, and he wouldn't be back till later, only to find his younger brother barely breathing on the bed, surrounded by dark red blankets and sheets. Sasuke was rushed to the hospital and immediately given more blood. At first, Sasuke refused to talk about it with anyone, until Itachi threatened to send him to a therapy group. Sasuke agreed to never do it again if Itachi didn't send him. That had been two years ago. And now, here they were again, back to square one.
Sasuke yanked his arm out of Itachi's grasp and headed back for the door, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I am NOT having this discussion again with you, Itachi. You believe what you want, I don't care. But right now, I have places to be."
"I don't give a damn about where you have to be," Itachi slammed his hand on the table. "You get your sorry ass back here and tell me why you're doing it again."
"I don't have to tell you a damn thing!" Sasuke's eyes flashed as he spun on his heel. "You can't make me."
"You litt-"
Suddenly they all heard the front door open. "Umm…Sasuke…you here?"
Naruto.
"In here, dobe," Sasuke growled, his voice low as he tried to gain at least partial control of his anger.
Naruto walked in, looking slightly annoyed. "Would you quit calling me-" he stopped when he saw Itachi and Kakashi there too. "Uh, is this a bad time?"
"Couldn't be better," Sasuke turned. "Let's go."
"I'm not done with you yet, Sasuke," Itachi walked around the kitchen table and stalked up to his brother, grabbing his shoulder. "Don't you dare turn your back on me like that."
Sasuke slapped Itachi's hand. "I'll fucking turn my back on you if I want too. Quit telling me what to fucking do! You're not my goddamn dad!! So just fucking PISS OFF!!" And with saying that, he grabbed Naruto's wrist, and pulled the blonde out of the house, slamming the door behind them.
"I'm sor-" Naruto began.
"Don't," Sasuke tightened his grip on his wrist. "Please. Just don't talk right now."
Naruto clamped his mouth shut as they walked up to his car.
Kisha was in the back, and she smiled brightly when she saw them coming. Sasuke paused for a second outside the passenger's door. "She doesn't hear a word of this, got it?"
"Yeah, of course," Naruto said a little awkwardly.
A cold breeze came out of nowhere and blew up the white, powdery snow around them. Sasuke's bangs came back, and for a moment, just a moment, Naruto thought he saw tears in the Uchiha's eyes. But when he blinked, they were gone, and the cold, dark look was back.
Sasuke let go of his wrist, and opened his door.
Naruto hurried to the other side and got in too.
"Hey guys!" Kisha said cheerfully. "Can we get some Mackie D's or something? I'm starving!"
Sasuke growled something indecisive.
Kisha leaned forward and poked him. "What? You need to talk more clearly, Mister Grumpy Gills."
"Stop it, Kisha," Naruto snapped, starting up the car. "Sit back."
Kisha sat back and crossed her arms in a pouty stance. "You guys suck. These next couple of months are gonna be uber boring, aren't they?"
"I hope one of these next few months involves you funeral," Sasuke grumbled, taking on the same sitting position as Kisha.
Kisha narrowed her eyes. "Keep wishing that, and I will haunt you to your grave."
"Should I be scared?" Sasuke turned his head slightly to glare at her. He noticed the stitches on her bottom lip.
Kisha leaned back forward slightly. "You should always be scared around me, Uchiha. Don't you remember where I come from?"
Sasuke curled his lip at her. "Go to hell."
"I'll see you there."
"Bitch."
"Bastard."
"Hoe."
"Manwhore."
"Slut."
"Jackass."
"All right,that's it!!" Naruto shouted, and with saying that, he slammed on the brake.
Both Kisha and Sasuke flew forward, and had it not been for their seatbelts, they would've probably crashed straight through the dashboard.
"The hell, Uzumaki?!" Sasuke shouted, trying to straighten out.
"You got some nerve," Kisha put her glaring face right in Naruto's.
Naruto shoved her back and pushed Sasuke back into his seat. "Now listen up you two, cuz I'm only going to say this once. When you are in my car, you do as I say. And that includes no arguing while I'm driving. None! I don't want to hear another peep out of either of you until we get home. You got that?"
"But he-"
"I SAID NOT A PEEP!!" Naruto hollered at Kisha, then he let out a maniacal laugh and accelerated the car so it went about 50 miles over the speed limit.
"Someone forgot their happy pill today," Kisha muttered, crossing her arms again.
Sasuke snorted and turned to look out the window.
Naruto muttered incomprehensively under his breath, and pulled into a driveway. Sasuke stared at the obvious mansion that stood in front of them. Not in awe or anything, but in…mellow surprise.
"Jiraiya's filthy stinking rich," Naruto informed him, stepping out of the car.
Sasuke and Kisha did the same.
"You know, I could get used to this," Kisha gazed in wonder at the abnormally large house.
Sasuke turned his head and finally got a good look at her. She was short for her age, probably only barely past five foot, and she had long blonde hair that reached her waist and heavy, dark makeup that clashed, but at the same time complimented her crystal blue eyes. She wore high-tops and baggy boy jeans. (Can't tell shirt due to jacket). And even with her jacket on, you could tell the deep, sexy curves that she had. Even Sasuke would admit, that she was hot.
Kisha caught his eye. "Like what you see?"
"I'm not one for whores."
Kisha rolled her eyes. "Kinda funny hearing you say that, considering you came from one."
"You don't know jack about my mom, so leave her out of this," Sasuke snarled, swinging his backpack on his shoulder.
"Ooh, sore spot, Uchiha?" Kisha giggled in a way that made Sasuke want to punch her again. "Does little Sasuke not want me to talk about his mommy that way?"
Naruto rammed his shoulder into Sasuke's as the Uchiha tried to lunge at Kisha. "Let it go, Kisha," he said in a warning voice, while glaring at Sasuke.
Kisha laughed and began walking up to the front door. "You guy's are so easy. Maybe this will be worth my time after all."
"Don't listen to her, Sasuke," Naruto's whispered words blew into Sasuke's ear. "She's just being a pest and having way too much fun pissing you off. I'm sure she'll get bored in a few days and will barely acknowledge us."
Sasuke turned his head and met confident blue eyes. Their faces were only an inch apart, and he instantly noticed the slight tinge added to Naruto's cheeks. His eyes narrowed.
"Believe what you want, Uzumaki. But just because she gets bored doesn't mean she'll stop tormenting me. We go back way too far for that, and if she were to give up now…it would all just be a waste. To her, and even to me." Sasuke frowned. "Especially to me."
Naruto looked at him confused. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It wasn't supposed to," Sasuke turned away and also began making his way up to the door. "But then again, someone like you wouldn't understand."
"Someone like…" Naruto trailed off as his mouth dropped open in shock that someone had the guts to say that to him. "GODAMMIT SASUKE!!"
Later:
Sasuke turned on the shower and sighed deeply as he stepped in. The lukewarm water was very welcoming and comforting against his stiff back and the big, spacey shower made him feel not so claustrophobic. The house was nice, he'd admit that. (Too lazy to go into a description of it, so whatever you can think of, it's in that house). He really wouldn't mind spending the rest of the week there. More so if they didn't have to baby sit Kisha, but what can you do?
He closed his eyes and leaned his shoulder against the wall, feeling all his tight muscles begin to loosen. A soft haze of steam slowly began to encircle him and filter throughout the whole bathroom. Without opening his eyes, he lifted his hand and gently began to massage the top of his shoulder. When that relaxed after a few minutes, he started on the other one. Only when he was done, did he finally open his eyes. "That's better," the whispered words were barely audible. He straightened up and was about to reach for the shampoo when something caught his eye. He frowned in slight confusion at the small, brown lump that was hanging in the top right corner of the bathroom. Is that an…animal…? he thought. He turned off the shower and quietly reached for a towel. Once he had it firmly around his waist, he stepped delicately out of the shower, leaned up to get a better look at what was on the ceiling, nodded once to himself, mumbling, "I thought so," and tip-toed all the way outside. When he successfully closed the door, he turned so he was facing the stairs, and simply hollered at the top of his lungs, "NNNNNAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUTTTTTOOOOO!!"