Cheers everyone!

So, I'm re-posting this chapter because I've just noticed that, apparently, it shows as being all in bold? Or it could be my internet playing tricks on me... either way, I'm fixing it, so to those that were annoyed by it, I apologise and hopefully this time it'll be a better read. :3

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Shoutout to: EbonyCaptain, Yuuki-Hime 2097, Girlalicious, Tengible and lauchoco92 who were kind enough to review. (It's no secret that reading your reviews is the reason I'm still posting fanfiction :3 )

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A.N. I do not own Naruto or it's characters. On the other hand, this story and its plot came from my imagination, so that I do own. Please respect that.


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Wisteria Blues

Summary: Books were her friends, charcoal & ink her allies, music her escape and photography her outlet. So... what was he?

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Part VII

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.: ~ xliv ~ :.

And in a mid-February Thursday, a lot can happen.

It all starts in the morning, and then things start unraveling…


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.: ~ xlv ~ :.

Naruto's Morning

He'd already turned the alarm off. The first one that is.

Beep beep beep…

But the second didn't take the hint.

Beep beep beep…

With a groan, he slammed his hand on the side table a couple of times before finally hitting the alarm.

Blue eyes opened. The room was filled with light from the rising sun.

The alarm spoke. Sorta.

"Good Morning Los Angeles!" The radio dude spoke in a merry tone. "It's 7am and a sunny morning in the city of Angels, so put those jackets in the closet and bring out the shorts because it's gonna be a warm day with lots of sun to go around!"

Running a hand through his blonde hair, he grinned and, after a pause, jumped out of bed. Literally.

He did a few stretches, listening to the road information, and then went over to his closet, getting a pair of jeans.

When the radio speaker announced music, he turned up the volume.

After putting on his jeans, he danced into the bathroom, moving to the sound of Smash mouth's All Start. He sang along while he brushed his teeth.

"Breakfast's ready!" he grinned and spit out the foam, before replying a loud "Going!" to his mother's call.

Quickly rinsing his mouth, he ran back into his room and opened his closet wide, frowning when he couldn't find his white&grey checkered button-up. Taking his school bag, he decided to try his luck elsewhere.

Halfway down the stairs, he decided to get some help.

"Mom! Have you seen my new shirt? I can't find it anywhere."

He dropped his bag by the kitchen counter, where a plate full of pancakes was waiting for him. The bacon was still in the frying pan, sizzling.

His mother glanced back at him, amused.

"Try the ironed clothes basket." He nodded, grabbing a pancake and taking a bite despite his mother's disapproving look.

On his way to the laundry room, he walked past his dad exiting the bathroom.

"Lost your clothes again?" another amused parent, he rolled his eyes.

"Som'thing like that."

When he reached his destination, he put the rest of the pancake in his mouth, rubbed his hands against his jeans and started going through the laundry basket that sat on top of the ironing table. Halfway through he found his shirt.

"Jackpot!"

He made sure to button the shirt before entering the kitchen again—because his mother would get all scoldy if he didn't.

His dad sat at the table, reading the newspaper, a cup of coffee in front of him, while his mother finished putting the food for breakfast on the table.

He sat down, poured himself a tall glass of orange juice and filled a plate with pancakes and bacon, pouring maple syrup over the goodies.

While he ate his breakfast and his parents did the same, they made small talk.

He walked out the front door laughing at a joke and entered his beach jeep with a jump, throwing his book bag on the passenger seat.

His mother waved when he backed out of the driveway.

He waved back.

Driving to school—because there was no more carpooling with the bastard he'd called a best friend—he tried not to think about anything bad or sad, but failed.

So, while he drove past soccer moms and businessmen, he thought about everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks.

At a red light, he couldn't help the curses.

Everything had just spiraled out of control. Every. Damned. Thing.

Sakura had totally withdrawn from them—him. She'd become cold and dismissive. She treated everyone like a stranger, and that hurt, especially since he'd thought they were becoming good friends—he dared say, even best friends. She was certainly the best girl friend he'd ever had.

Now she was like… she looked faded.

Or jaded.

Probably both.

There was this dark aura that surrounded her, as if she'd been hurt beyond anything possible. It was sad and painful.

And then there was Sasuke. They'd practically grown up together, and he'd always been his best friend, despite the completely opposite personalities they'd always gotten along well.

But, and yes, there was a but, if he managed to see the good guy under the bastard façade regarding everything else, he just couldn't stand the douche Sasuke had been regarding Sakura. Like she'd just been a nuisance.

He couldn't stand that, and damn it all, but if he couldn't make his friend care—he'd tried and failed—he'd just rather have one less friend. Not that he had a lot of them, he didn't really care.

He parked in Sasuke's usual place just to piss him off.

After closing the car door, he watched his ex-best friend drive past him with perverse amusement, and resisted giving him the finger when he saw the glare.

He walked up the front steps with his head held high, sleeves folded up to his elbows and book bag against his hip.

The first surprise of the day came when he opened the front door to enter.

He half turned like he usually did, to see if anyone was behind him—he didn't like to get hit by the door because some jackass didn't hold it long enough, so he had the sense of common courtesy to see if someone was behind him before letting the door go.

The surprise was: Sakura was there.

She didn't look quite so faded as every other day. It was most noticeable because she'd been wearing only black, white & shades of grey for the last couple of weeks, but today she actually wore color.

He grinned at her, making a show of a gentleman-y bow like in the old days while checking out her outfit.

She wore the usual beat-up grey converse and black skinny jeans, but her top was a white girl version of a wife beater that went down to her thighs with a colorful depiction of a city at the front—probably Tokyo or Seoul considering where she was from. What surprised him were the bold reds and blues on the drawing. That and the sky blue jacket she had hanging from her messenger bag.

"Morning Saki!" she actually smiled, and that's when he noticed the fashionable rectangular glasses with sky blue frames and some kind of white pattern she had on.

"Morning." He mentally squealed because: one, she'd actually greeted him back and two, she'd smiled, not to mention she looked really cute wearing glasses.

He let go of the door not even bothering to check for anyone else entering the building and walked alongside her.

Even though they didn't speak, she hadn't blown him off, and the proximity was reassuring.

When he dropped her off at her classroom, before she could enter, he couldn't resist grabbing her wrist and asking the question, lest this not be a lapse in her sudden 'everyone's-an-enemy' mood.

She turned back, looking confused. He grinned sheepishly.

"See you at lunch?" she tilted her head, and for a moment he prepared himself for some kind of offhanded cold reply. He didn't have to.

"Sure." Even though she didn't smile, he grinned.

"Cool!"

He almost danced his way to class.


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Sakura's Morning

She stared at the ceiling with a blank look, tired, just waiting for the radio alarm to come to life.

The sun shone through the windows, not fully due to the half-open curtains.

She resisted the urge to check the time on her cellphone.

From outside, the sound of cars and engines seeped through.

She sighed, closed her eyes and turned to her side.

Staring at the pillow, and with nothing else to do, she started counting imaginary kittens. Sheep were overrated.

A strand of pink hair fell over her eyes.

Outside, some angry driver was abusing his honk power.

The alarm finally came to life.

"Good Morning Los Angeles!"

With a tired sigh, she sat up and pushed the covers back.

"It's 7am and a sunny morning in the city of Angels, so put those jackets in the closet and bring out the shorts because it's gonna be a warm day with lots of sun to go around!"

She tilted her head and stared at the radio sitting on the shelves she'd put next to the TV. Another day of sun. Personally, she'd have rather been getting her warm clothes from the closet, getting ready to face the snow and cold.

When the road information started, she got up and walked to the radio, turning it off just as the interlocutor announced Smash Mouth's All Star.

The (relative) silence was a welcome guest in her room.

So it was in silence that she washed her teeth and face, like she did every morning.

Part of the routine.

Get up, bathroom, wash face, brush teeth, comb hair.

It was when she exited the bathroom that Karin started to be heard, making the usual stampede by walking around in noisy shoes. An elephant would've been quieter.

She rolled her eyes and moved to the closet.

After taking off her pj's and throwing them on the closest empty shelf, she took the first bra she could find and grabbed the first pair of jeans, sliding them on.

While Karin complained about mascara and lipstick in high pitched tones outside her door, she sat on the floor and put on some socks.

Karin shut up.

Sitting on the floor, she looked up, facing shelves with clothes.

With a sigh she got up slowly, only to jump back and bump into a box when the door to her room was slammed open.

"What the…?"

She blinked and walked out of the closet, only to see Karin barging in, acting as if she owned the place.

"My lipstick better not be in your bathroom."

"Right…" Rolling her eyes she raised a brow and leaned against the wall, keeping the sarcastic comments to herself, especially when Karin stalked out of her room like a bull going towards a red flag.

"Bitch." With the low comment thrown into the air, she went back into the closet to rummage for a top.

Lifting a few things, she took a grey t-shirt, spotting her black vest on a hanger.

It was just as she was about to slide the t-shirt on that the realization hit her. And she felt depressed, because it was sad.

So sad.

It was sad that she always felt like wearing monochromes these days.

So, thinking about the disappointed lecture she'd get from her friends for her self-angst, she took the first top that had color: a white sleeveless t-shirt with a very colorful depiction of Tokyo that went down to her thighs. It was actually one of her favorites.

She smiled lightly despite not really feeling it and tied her hair in a high ponytail all the while ignoring the urge to get something dark to hide the bold colors of her top.

After putting on her beatup grey converse, she went down to the kitchen.

It came as a surprise to see everyone was there: the chef, preparing samples of food for their breakfast (because these people didn't eat food, they just tasted it), Karin in her school's uniform (the shirt too tight with cleavage showing and a mini-skirt to almost sluttish levels), her mother with a glass of orange juice in hand and her "stepfather" sitting in a chair with a newspaper.

Not to be impolite, she said "Good morning".

Karin just looked away, nose in the air, her mother gave off a cold good morning. The only one that had the decency to properly greet her back was Karin's dad, who lowered his newspaper, smiled and said good morning. And he actually meant it.

She dropped her messenger bag in an empty chair, peered at the food the chef was making (nothing seemed appetizing) and opened the fridge to get a PowerC VitaminWater. She needed the energy.

The only man of the house (the chef notwithstanding, and what was his name again?) folded his newspaper and took his cup of coffee.

"Lovely day isn't it?" she heard Karin start chattering about the sun and whatever, and was surprised when, as she turned around, Daniel (yeah, that was his name) was looking at her. She smiled awkwardly.

"I guess." She shrugged, figured she should elaborate or he'd start asking questions. "But I miss the snow." He made an understanding face, and she didn't fail to notice the cold look her mother gave her. She just pretended she didn't.

She never really bothered with her mother's conquests anymore, but as she took a look towards Daniel (the newest husband) while taking a sip of her VitaminWater she was surprised at the realization that unlike so many others, he was actually a decent guy. He was simple and, unlike his daughter, he didn't have a superiority complex. He wasn't a snob.

Across the table, her mother had that serious look with pursed lips that she knew would lead to the woman saying something she didn't want to hear.

So, instead of giving her mother a chance to say something, she went in search of her reading contacts, she knew she'd left the small box in the kitchen the day before—she'd taken them off as they started hitching when she'd made herself some tea.

She tried some drawers and the cabinets but nothing, so she asked the question—last resort.

"Has anyone seen my contacts?" She ignored her mothers' reproving look and Karin's snappy 'no'. It surprised her when Daniel's answer was a polite: "Sorry sweetie."

For a second, she didn't know how to react, she'd never really socialized with Karin's father.

She shrugged and went back to her room. The only reaction she could come up with.

She was positive she'd left the contacts' box in the kitchen, the fact they were now missing could only mean Karin had something to do with it.

With a sigh, she rummaged through a few boxes before finding the item she needed. Pulling out the small painted white&baby blue wooden box, she put it on a shelf in the closet before opening it and taking a pair of glasses from inside—one of the last one's she'd gotten with Hinata's help, a pair of rectangular one's with sky blue frames and a white snowflakes pattern. She smiled at the memory of when she'd gotten them and put them on.

Hesitating before exiting the closet, she went back and took a sky blue jacket, just in case. Because even though it was LA it was still winter.

Slowly, she went down the stairs and grabbed her messenger bag from the kitchen—they were now all eating their samples of food. Or at least Karin and her mother were, Daniel already had an empty plate but he looked like he was starving, she would be too if she could only eat the minimal amounts of food her mom allowed him. She felt bad for the man, but was sure he'd get something to eat as soon as he got to work.

With her messenger bag strap slung over her shoulder she walked towards the elevator but hesitated before pressing the button. She knew she was forgetting something.

A frown.

And then…

"Ah!" And off she went back up the stairs, into her room towards the low table in front of the couch, where her iPod stood, earphones right next to it.


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The elevator ride down was slow and painful—in a way.

It was painful because she had to listen to Karin ranting in a very annoying high pitched tone about whatever she was ranting about. Which made every second seem like an hour.

She would've drowned out the borderline-slut if only Daniel hadn't been there—it was one thing to ignore Karin when no one was around (because really, she'd never met someone that annoying) but it was a completely different story to ignore the redhead when her father was right there. She wasn't about to add fuel to the 'she's an antisocial bitch' campfire Karin had started. Especially when she wasn't antisocial, she just didn't like people all that much.

So she had to tolerate Karins' ranting for the whole over 10 minutes.

When the doors finally opened in the ground floor lobby, her head was starting to hurt.

Once outside, she contained the groan when she felt the hot air floating around. Oh yeah, she totally missed the snow.

The snow. Hinata.

Throwing the first snowball at her blond best friend.

Ducking the snowball he'd throw back.

Her other best friend's mutters about being surrounded by kids.

Hinata's following giggle.

The all out snowball fight between all of them that would ensue.

The smiles, the grins.

The laughter.

The halfassed apologies at the school entrance as to why they were late.

She shook her head and cleared her throat, the only way she could think of to prevent the tears from falling.

No use going down the self-pity hole now, she couldn't do anything about the whole situation anyway.

A sigh.

"I hate this city."

A pause halfway through the few steps after the glass front doors.

"Would you like me to drive you to school?" she looked to her right.

"Huh?" he didn't seem to catch her dumb mumble.

"I'm driving Karin to St. Claire's and after I have to go your way." Karin didn't look pleased that her daddy was being nice to her.

He was acting like he actually cared.

He probably did.

"Oh! No, that's alright, I'm taking the subway." She paused, saw her stepfather frown lightly. "But thank you anyway." She forced a smile—it probably looked convincing since he smiled back.

"Ok then." And he waved when she walked away, towards the subway.

She waved back out of politeness.


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Ever since she'd started having a sense of awareness about being rich or poor, she'd hated her mother for being a snob.

So, ever since she was old enough to ask directions and know where to go, she'd always preferred public transportation over private cars.

Not because riding a bus or a subway packed to the brim was particularly comfortable, but because it was her own way of… being pro-environment.

Yes, a subway packed like a can of sardines wasn't very nice, but when it wasn't she actually liked riding it. It was interesting to see all the people (all so different) and how they behaved.

She waited for the subway to arrive for a few minutes, and once the doors opened, she sat at her usual spot.

The slightly chubby brunette with the pretty face and beautiful blue eyes was there, buried in a new book. Next to her was an 11/12 year old boy probably on his way to school.

On the far end to her right was a group of well-dressed guys, chatting. On the other end a mother stood with a stroller, playing quietly with her toddler, who giggled.

In her own quiet space, she fiddled with her earphones, but music didn't seem appealing at the moment. For some reason she couldn't identify, it really didn't.

For some reason, today she liked hearing everything around her better than music, her usual therapy.

"Is this seat taken?" she looked up, the answer already halfway past her lips.

"No, go ahead." And so the boy sat next to her.

He was tall (if she had to guess, she'd say close to 8feet), with jet black hair falling in front of his almond shaped black eyes. He was handsome, with distinctive charismatic features. In a cute-ish way.

All in all, the Asian boy was nice to look at, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, white quicksilver t-shirt and a red hoodie jacket. With a pair of red sneakers to boot. Not to mention the black leather messenger bag and the bright blue and white headphones he had casually around his neck.

He wasn't just handsome, he also knew how to be stylish.

She took a sideways glance at him and noticed the sketchpad he now had on top of his messenger bag (that was on his knees).

Yeah, he was a college student.

"Definitely a college student."

2nd year tops, he couldn't be much older than her.

"You don't usually wear glasses." She blinked.

Pause.

Rewind?

"Wait. What…?"

She looked at him, only to find him slightly hunched over, sketching away.

"Didn't find my contacts." She gave herself a mental kick in the ass. What the hell was she doing, talking to a complete stranger anyway? One that was starting to sound like a stalker even though he'd barely said 10 words.

He hummed. Paused and glanced at her.

"They don't look too bad." She raised a brow.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It's different." She contained the eye roll.

"Uh-huh." She was still suspicious.

The subway stopped.

The doors opened.

The 11 year old got out.

A few more people got in.

"I'm Sai." A pause.

The doors closed.

He was looking at her when she turned to him.

"Awkward~~…"

"I'm Sakura." He tilted his head and smiled.

"Nice to meet you Sakura." A dashing smile.


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When she changed lines in the subway, he changed too.

It made her really start thinking he was a stalker.

She sat down on the almost empty carriage and watched as stalker-Sai (improv nickname) joined her, sitting in front of her.

She watched him in suspicion.

He caught her eyes and smirked.

"I'm not a stalker."

"If you say so." The smirk turned mischievous.

She wasn't convinced, not in the least.

"We've been riding in the same train for a while now."

"Yeah." She drawled the word. "I take the subway, like another million people. Yey." Unenthusiastic. He shook his head. Leaned back on his seat.

"You're not very sociable are you?" she gave him a blank look. He chuckled, shook his head.

The lady on the speakers announced the next station.

Only a little more for her to get out.

"Seriously, I'm not a stalker." She gave him a doubtful look.

"Why am I not convinced?" he shrugged.

"Maybe I should've sat down next to the other regular." When she raised a brow he continued. "Book girl, with the blue eyes."

Okay, so he wasn't a stalker. Or at least, he was starting to sound less like one.

He got up.

The train started to slow down.

"See, not a stalker. I'm just observant."

"Sure, sure." He gave her an amused smirk.

The train stopped.

"It's nice to see you with color for a change." She glared—not too much, just out of principle at the jab. "Suits you better than monochromes."

The doors opened.

"Huh…"

"Especially 'cause of the pink hair." She watched as he walked away without even giving her a chance to throw a comeback.

He did turn around once he was out of the train and in the platform, the stupid smirk in place.

"See you around Cherry!"

The doors closed.

She gave him the finger.


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And this was what she was thinking as she walked out of the subway station: "Weirdest. Day. Ever."


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School was… like penitence.

It was as if she'd gone to a church to confess, with the whole 'Forgive me Father for I have sinned…' and the priest had sentenced her to go to school instead of praying whatever it was people that went to church prayed.

She didn't know, she was a Shinto/Buddhist like over 90% of the Japanese population.

She walked past the parking lot and up the small set of stairs at the main entrance.

Someone walking in front of her opened the door. She expected the person to let the door go—like pretty much everyone did—so when the door stayed open she looked up.

Naruto was there, holding the door with a ready grin that brightened up his whole persona. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle.

He made a show of a gentleman-y bow like in past centuries. Slowly, guilt mixed with some kind of nasty feeling seeped into her at having ignored him for so long. He didn't deserve it.

"Morning Saki!" but he was acting just as bright as before.

Like nothing had happened.

Like she hadn't hurt him—and she knew she had.

She smiled.

"Morning."

He let go of the door and they started walking side by side.

From behind came some kind of curse, but neither cared enough to look back.

He walked her to class in silence, and even though he wasn't talking away, she appreciated his presence—she hadn't realized it before, but having him close was actually nice. He gave off a bright vibe. Like the sun.

He grabbed her wrist before she entered the classroom.

"See you at lunch?" she tilted her head.

"Sure." He grinned.

"Cool!"

It was at that moment it struck her.

She'd missed him.


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Sasuke's Morning

He didn't know why his dad insisted on changing his alarm clock, but the moment the damn thing went off, it annoyed the crap out of him.

"Good Morning Los Angeles!" The radio dude spoke in a merry tone. He groaned. Great.

"It's 7am and a sunny morning in the city of Angels, so put those ja—" He slammed his hand on the gadget from hell and glared. He'd much rather wake up to beeping than to some annoying man that sounded way too happy for his own good.

With a sigh, he got up, running a hand through his hair.

From downstairs, he could already hear his dad moving around, the radio on and blasting Smash mouth's All Star. He was sure his dad was concocting some improvised breakfast while singing along. Dancing too, probably.

Ignoring, he went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Hopefully, the sound of running water would drown out the stupid music.

Thankfully, it did.

Everything and everyone seemed to be in the mood to mock him recently.

The weather.

The people.

Even the radio.

And then there was his idiot of a best friend—well, ex-best friend it seemed. All because of… of..

"Damn it." And the wall took the punch.

He vowed to himself he wouldn't think about it anymore—about her. But even his brain seemed to be against him.

It was crazy how much his life had changed. A complete 360.

Back in September, when school had started, he'd have been looking forward to a new day. To a new girl. Because it wasn't anything new for him—new girls that was.

More often than not, he didn't even have to bother trying, they just came at him—there was even the rumor of a fanclub.

More often than not, he didn't even bother memorizing their names, girls usually got boring quickly so there was no point.

But then, on that sunny September morning, a few days after school started with rumors of a strange new girl, he'd seen her, and she was strange alright.

She'd been wearing flashy blue jeans and a blue-ish white sleeveless t-shirt that covered her jeans' pockets. It had a cloud and lightening print on it. The shoes had been a pair of black leather boots that matched her dark grey jean messenger bag pretty well. He'd also seen several piercing in her ears, the metal shining in the light.

But what had caught his attention the most had been her hair. Cherry blossom pink, tied in a high ponytail, long bangs framing her pretty Asian face. That, and the black eyeliner that made her almond shaped eyes stand out.

The girl clinging to his arm had been totally forgotten and he'd expected the new girl to look at him. He'd expected her to… do something. Like every other girl did. Just… not…

It hadn't happened like he'd expected.

At all.

And that bothered him.

Because when her eyes crossed paths with his, she just kept on walking. She walked past him without a second glance.

She completely ignored him.

That had been the first time. Ever.

He'd actually been a little shocked, because he'd never been so blatantly ignored by a girl.

So he'd decided she'd be his next target, but that had kinda backfired.

He'd tried catching her attention in all sorts of ways, even cheesy pickup lines and 'accidental' crashes in the hallways.

Nothing.

He couldn't get her attention at all.

So he'd tried a different approach, the one he used when he wanted to intimidate his opponents before a basketball game. Or just intimidate someone in general.

But time after time, the only reactions he got out of her were blank looks. And annoyed ones.

Until she straight out told him to 'fuck off'.

But because he was never good at taking no for an answer, he kept on pushing, and that earned him a black eye and sore ribs.

Who would have though such a small girl had such a strong punch?

By then he let it go for a while—a strategic retreat in order to plan a new approach.

It was pure luck that, one day after class (in which he hadn't seen her at all even though he was sure they had classes together) he caught her having a… psycho breakdown of sorts.

And he'd recorded it on his cellphone.

He'd felt lucky, and the blackmail plan went straight to the front lines.

He'd cornered her in the bathroom the very next day.

She'd been about to punch him, he could just see it coming, when he'd pulled up his cellphone and showed her the video.

She'd given him the coldest, most disgusted death glare he'd even seen—at that moment he'd actually felt a shiver go down his spine at the threat in her odd green eyes, but he'd smirked all the same, because she was suddenly standing frozen and since she hadn't punched him, that meant he'd won.

He'd left her there with a cocky remark of 'stay in sight' and a kiss she'd turned away from the moment his lips had touched hers.

He knew she hated him from the very beginning.

He knew she only stuck around because of the video—more out of principle than actual worry at what everyone would think he was sure.

But then the dobe had caught on (in a way) and they'd all started hanging out together. It was like they'd started becoming friends.

Slowly, she'd started getting back at him with gay jokes and stuff like that. The dobe approved. He found it incredibly annoying, but she stayed close, so he didn't mind all that much.

Slowly, oh so slowly, it had started to be… different.

And he'd stopped having a girl every few days.

Stopped being a 'jackass womanizer' as the dobe used to call him.

He closed the tab with a jerk of his hand, pissed off at himself and the world for letting things get to… to…

"Stop thinking about it Sasuke, it won't get you anywhere." He spoke the warning to himself.

The moment he saw his reflection on the mirror half covered in fog, he mentally kicked himself.

"Great, now I'm talking to myself."


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.: ~ liii ~ :.

The moment he wrapped the towel around his waist, the bathroom door slammed open and his dad stepped in.

"Hurry hurry sunshine, you're gonna be late!" the merry tone grated his nerves. He gave the older man a blank look.

When the adult did nothing but stand there with a grin, he had to hold the snappy words.

"Do you mind?"

His father grinned some more, doing some kind of girly gesture with hands.

"Aw, don't be shy dear, I used to give you baths!" he pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly.

"Just get out." His father giggled, throwing some other comment in a girly voice.

"Kakashi." Still didn't work, so he pushed the man out of the bathroom and slammed the door in his laughing face. He could hear the comments about 'sensitive divas'.

What he had to put up with every morning.

Sighing, he did his best to ignore his dad and decided to get dressed.

Black boxers, blue socks, blue faded jeans (with a rip in the left knee and shredded at the bottom from kinda dragging on the floor).

Gel on his hair.

Back to the room for the first t-shirt he could find (a purple one) and black converse.

When he finally went down the stairs and into the kitchen with his bag in hand, his dad was singing along to the song playing on the radio while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

He rolled his eyes.


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Usually, he could stand his father's antics pretty well, considering he'd been putting up with it since he was a kid.

Today, he felt like punching the man for being so goddamn happy.

When he left, the urge to throw a punch didn't go away.

From there, it only got worse.

He reached for his keys in his bag, but they weren't there, so he went back inside and looked in his room—maybe they'd fallen or something.

Nothing, they were nowhere in sight and he was getting close to being late.

He didn't do late.

"Have you seen my keys?" he had to resort to asking his father, who shrugged and made a thoughtful face while putting on his jacket and straightening his tie.

"Didn't you leave them in the car?"

He didn't answer.

Mentally kicked himself.

Turned away and went back to the Charger.

"Idiot."

There they were, peacefully in the ignition.

His day was starting out so well.

Not.

Driving to school was even worse.

Every traffic light turned red when he got close, and more than one soccer mom cut him off in the road, yelling at him afterwards, as if he was the one doing the bad driving.

And then, when he got to school, just as he was about to go park in his usual space, the dobe—the fuckin' moron—parked there. And he totally saw the smug grin.

He had to park in the farthest spot from the door.

But he took it all in stride, taking some calming breaths.

Walking up the steps he saw the blond waste of space he used to call a best friend flirting with Sakura, holding the door for her. All grins.

She wore color today, and that surprised him.

Since he was behind her and she wasn't turning around anytime soon, he couldn't help it, his eyes drifted from her shoulder to her, ahem… bottom.

"Nice." He kept the comment to himself and kept going for the door.

The stupid blond had the stupid habit of holding doors for people.

He was just stepping through the threshold, when the door came crashing on him.

"Fuck." It hit his arm, and he didn't like it that neither of them had the decency to look back, just walking together like best buddies.

He glared, slammed the door open and pushed some random freshman out of his way.

Oh yeah, his day was starting out awesome.

What else could go wrong?

Right?


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