A/N: OMG guys I am soooo sorry for the late update! My internet's been acting screwy (urgh, I need a new router or something), and... yesss, a thousand apologies and whatnot ^^"
This is a fluff chapter... because it can be :D I haven't really had any of that yet. And I hate fluff, so it's maybe less fluff and more... mildly entertaining escapades xD but yeah... the beginning is pretty much fluff.
This chapter goes out to my uke. I love you~!
Disclaimer: Naruto is MINE! You can't have it back, Masashi Kishimoto - I stole it! 3:D
Kishimoto-sensei - *angryface*
Me - ...fine T_T *returns Naruto*
Chapter 9
Naruto Point of View
When I woke up the next morning, I felt strangely warm. It took me a second before I realized that that was because I was sleeping next to another body. As my brain fought off the overwhelming urge to roll over and fall back asleep, I realized that my right hand was caught in something. Oh, right; it was Sasuke's hand. We were still... oh, wow. Suddenly, memories of the night before came flooding back to me. I smiled to myself and cuddled up against him, enjoying the comfortable feeling. Minutes passed, and I began feeling drowsy again, but before I could fall back asleep, he began to stir. I immediately woke up all the way; what would I say to him after last night? And more importantly, would he be as, er, 'appreciative' as he'd been the night before?
He finally cracked his eyes open, and he jumped back a little, obviously startled to see me staring right back at him so... close. "Jesus, Naruto!" he exclaimed. "Oh, God, that freaked me out." He sat up, closing his eyes and obviously trying to calm his pounding heart. He lifted a hand to brush the hair out of his face; rather, he tried to lift a hand, because as soon as he tried to move it, he realized that it was latched onto mine. I smiled at him when he gave me a weird look.
"Morning!" I greeted him cheerfully, leaning in rather close and not letting go of his hand. Instead, I just raised my free hand and brushed his dark, somewhat tangled hair out of his eyes with delicate fingers, looking into obsidian eyes that were now avoiding mine. As I drew my fingers back, I murmured his name softly. "Sasuke?"
It took him a long time to answer. When he finally spoke, it was tentative, like he wasn't positive that he should actually reply. "Yeah... dobe?"
"Do you have an answer for me yet?"
A long silence passed between us. He opened his mouth once or twice like he was going to speak, and then he didn't, instead turning away and frowning. His eyes were constantly darting from mine to the bed to the wall to the floor and back to mine again. Slowly, he muttered, "It leaves us as... more than friends. A lot more." He didn't speak again after that, but his gaze was now boring into mine, his jaw set in determination and his eyes challenging me to say something.
"Do you wanna... try a relationship?" I asked hesitantly, blushing. I felt kind of... awkward. After all, relationship meant boyfriends. Yeah, with an 's'. And, no matter how much I wanted this, that was still a pretty scary word.
He stared at me for a while. "Naruto... you know that I... really can't," he told me.
"Why not?" I screamed at him, about ready to beat him with a pillow. "You're telling me that after I did all that for you last night, you, a single guy, just 'can't' be in a relationship with me? I like you, Sasuke! I thought you liked me!" He scowled.
"I do, stupid... stupid idiot!" He yelled back in frustration. "It's not that I can't! It's that... that word... would mean..."
"It means we care about each other," I supplied, leaning closer to him. "It means we wanna be around each other. It means we want to be with each other. Is that so bad?" Before he could reply, I pressed my lips against his softly. His eyes widened, but he pressed his lips forward as well. Suddenly, I felt a warm, wet tongue poking at my lips, and I grinned. I allowed him to enter my mouth, and his tongue poked around for a moment before he retreated, pulling away from me. I looked at him again with hopeful eyes. "So?" I asked, prompting him to answer my earlier question.
He quirked his mouth into a slight frown, but as he studied me, it quickly turned into a smirk. "Hn," he hummed before reaching out and suddenly pulling me closer into an embrace. I was shocked, to say the least; even after all that, this was the first time we'd... hugged. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around his torso, and his embrace only grew tighter. "Fine, Naruto," he whispered into my ear. For once, we were having a normal conversation, and I wasn't 'dobe' or 'loser' or 'idiot'. I was Naruto. So I smiled and leaned into the hug and inhaled deeply the scent of tomatoes.
Later, Sasuke and I were milling around, looking for breakfast. "Dobe," he called, his chin propped up in one hand as I sifted through the pantry. "Why is the only food at your place ramen?"
"It's not all ramen!" I cried defensively. "I have, uh... let's see." I shifted a few plastic ramen cups aside. "Oh! I have some... Chips Ahoy!" I announced, lifting the half-empty cookie packet and smiling. He rolled his eyes. "Fine then," I grumbled, placing them back in the pantry. "There's... some low-sodium soup!"
"Does that sound like breakfast?"
"No."
In the end, I didn't have much luck; my pantry was mostly stocked with snack food, ramen, and various types of soup, thought there was a pack of very, very stale Poptarts. When Sasuke attempted to find something in my fridge, all he turned up was cold, unfinished ramen, a pitcher of iced tea, a carton of milk, a few fruits, a few vegetables, some soda, and lunch meat. I was all out of bread, so no toast. Some of the cookies and junk Kakashi had brought by were sitting on the counter, but they were all kind of old now, since my silver-haired uncle hadn't come by in close to two weeks. In the end, we wasted ten minutes and ended up with nothing but empty stomachs and disappointment.
"Naruto," Sasuke called, and I smiled when I heard him say my name.
"Yeah?" Suddenly, I felt a hand on my wrist, and before I knew what was happening, he was dragging me out my apartment door. "What the hell, Sasuke! Where are we going?"
"The grocery store," he replied bluntly.
"What... the store?" I asked. "It's nine in the morning on a Saturday! Can't it wait?"
"Nope," he informed me. "I'm hungry, and I know you are, too, so we're going to go buy food. Got it?"
"Blegh, fine," I conceded. "You know, you're no fun at all, always so demanding." He ignored my comment and almost literally dragged me down the stairs. I had to hop lithely behind him to avoid falling flat on my face and tumbling down to the parking lot. When I stumbled, he caught me, and I had a sudden flashback of the incident that had occurred on these stairs before. It involved me landing in his lap and a significant amount of blushing on my part.
Apparently, he did, too, because after he caught me, our eyes met, and he looked away quickly. "Tch. Usuratonkachi."
"What does that one mean?" I asked. He knew too many words in other languages! At lunch, he'd once called me a 'dummkopf'! Apparently, that meant 'dumb-head' in German; I was flattered, to say the least. Insert heavy sarcasm here.
"Something along the lines of 'freaking idiot'," he replied with an oh-so-obvious smirk on his face. Whoever taught him to smirk like that was a terrible person. I fumed, but he just continued pulling me toward his fancy little Civic. As we clambered in, I found myself envying his leather interior; I wasn't about to tell him, though! The bastard had just insulted me... I think. Yeah. So, no way I'd be complimenting him on his car! Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes on me. I was busy pouting, so I turned away from him, not wanting to see his haughty expression. However, it seemed that he wasn't going to give me much of a choice, because I was suddenly caught by the shoulder and flipped around to stare into his eyes.
"Don't pout. You know I'm kidding," he told me in a firm-but-happy tone. I frowned and stuck out my tongue.
"Stop calling me stupid!" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. He just grinned a tiny bit.
"Hn. Dobe." I was then yanked forward into a kiss that I was completely unprepared for, and thus, I could feel a blush coming to my cheeks as he pushed his lips against mine gently. We sat there for a few seconds with his lips on mine, then he slowly pulled back, looking me straight in the eyes. "You realize that this is a secret, right?" he asked.
"What?"
"Our... relationship... thing," he mumbled, as though trying to force the words out. I grinned.
"Sure! Yeah, I can understand that," I replied. To be honest, I wasn't sure I was ready to come out to all of Konoha High, either. He smiled at me, nodded, and turned so that he was facing forward. As he pulled out of the parking lot, I marveled at the fluid movements of his car; I needed to get me one of these!
"Sasuke, where's the radio dial thing?" I asked after a moment. Without more than a quick glance to the side, he turned it on and tapped the dial.
"Go ahead and pick a station." I smiled at him and took control of the radio dial. After searching the stations for what seemed like forever, but really couldn't have been more than a minute or so, I found one that was playing some 3DG music. Feeling rather accomplished, I leaned back in my seat and began to hum along with the lyrics.
Even if I say
It'll be all right
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Teasingly, I looked up at Sasuke. "Hey, you," I called. "I know you're all depressed and shit, but don't go around killing yourself. 'Kay?" He raised an eyebrow and frowned at me, probably wondering where I was going with this. "Because, you know," I muttered, mock-seductively. "I don't think I'd be able to find a replacement bed buddy."
"Shut up."
We got the the store a few minutes later. Even this early in the morning, there were dozens of cars already parked in the parking lot. "Aww, this sucks!" I exclaimed as we got out of his car, gesturing to all the cars around us. "I was hoping we'd have the whole store to ourselves! That way, we could do all kinds of crazy shit and not get caught or anything." He suddenly fixed me with a hard stare.
"Dobe," he muttered. "Look, if you embarrass me in public, I'll never, ever take you with me anywhere ever again." He pointed a finger at me as though he were reprimanding a dog. "Got that?" I glared at him for a minute before nodding, trotting behind him in a defeated way as he crossed the parking lot. My mood lifted, though, as we stepped through the doors.
"Oooh, Sasuke, can we get some candy?"
"No."
"Sasuke, did you know they're having a sale on beef jerky?"
"Should I care?"
"Teme. Oh, look, it's one of those gumball machines. Did you bring a quarter, Sasuke?"
"Not for you."
I was almost literally like a kid in a candy store. I'd already exhausted Sasuke, and he had barely grabbed a shopping basket. "You hold that," he instructed, and I took it without argument, eyes wide as I took in everything. The grocery store had never seemed so fun, but suddenly, with somebody accompanying me, everything looked new and exciting. We first headed to the bread isle, and I automatically grabbed a loaf of Sara Lee white bread, but Sasuke quickly snatched it out of my hand.
"Hey!" I protested. "What was that for!" He shook his head.
"That's bad for you," he told me. "Get some wheat bread for a change." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"No way!" I declared. "That stuff's gross! It's just... eww." My reasoning was impeccable. He shot me a look.
"Please, Dobe," he began to beg. "I want you to be healthy!" He waved the bag in front of me and pulled a set of puppy dog eyes. Aww, now, hey! That just wasn't fair; he already had his infamous Uchiha glare! Now he had perfect puppy dog eyes? How many formidable ocular powers did these Uchihas have? I looked away, attempting to resist, but... so... damn... cute... fucking adorable... I grabbed the bread from his hand and chucked it into the basket testily.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Very," he replied before shoving me gently. "You give in too easy, Naruto," he told me. "Maybe you'll be easy to seduce?" I jumped and blushed profusely, sidestepping away to the other side of the isle.
"S-stop being creepy, teme!" I cried, frowning. Sure, last night had been amazing, but the idea of s-sex... with Sasuke... well, I mean, not to say it wasn't turning me on, but it was the last thing I'd expected him to bring up in the freaking grocery store! And what was with this sudden 180? Yesterday evening, he'd been freaking out about me trying to kiss him, and now he was talking about getting me in bed? I mean, I had joked about that once or twice, including the car ride this morning, but... I'd been hoping for this outcome all along! He was suddenly just all flirty in the middle of the bread isle? I was really glad that we were alone.
It wasn't like I was complaining, though.
Anyway, we walked down the isle (was that just me, or did that sound a lot more romantic than grocery shopping was supposed to?) and turned, making our way toward isle 12, which was stocked with breakfast food. He picked up a box of pancake mix. "Cook these for me, dobe," he instructed before placing them in our shopping basket.
"What?" I shrieked, perhaps a bit louder than necessary. "Sasuke, I can't cook worth a shit! You make them if you're so hungry for pancakes!" He shook his head.
"No, like I said yesterday evening before you so rudely forced me to make my own dinner, I'm your guest, so you get to make me food." I pouted, but didn't protest again. However, I was starting to feel sort of helpless at the hands of Sasuke. He was a master of manipulation, wasn't he? Or maybe he was right; I probably just gave in too easily. Wait, did I just admit to that? Damn!
Next, a box of cereal was added to the basket. I looked down, expecting to see some Cookie Crisp or something good like that, but I was greeted with a big Kashi logo. "Aww, Sasuke!" I complained. "Why do you keep trying to feed me all this stupid health food?"
"That stuff's good!" he defended. "It's kind of like Cheerios, but it's sweeter and still good for you!" What, really? Hm. When he was wrong, he was going back out by himself and buying some good cereal for me. I followed him down the isle a little more until we came to the toaster pastries. "What are you doing?" he asked when I stopped in front of the rows of tiny boxes.
"Getting something decent," I replied. He frowned, but allowed me to indulge, and I looked back to the shelves. I was surprised by his lack of protest, but it clicked when I turned to find him gone. When then hell had he gotten away? And, more importantly, where did he go? I didn't have to wait long, because I ran into him coming back as I exited the isle. No, literally, I ran into him.
It was a disaster. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, I tumbled forward and landed on top of him in a rather, erm, 'suggestive' position. We both realized what was happening after a few seconds, and he blushed a little and turned away. I, on the other hand, blushed a lot and turned away. After all, this was a public place. "Where were you?" I asked weakly.
"Getting orange juice." I noticed the fallen carton a few feet from us and nodded. It seemed that he regained his composure a moment before I did, because suddenly, the words, "What do you think you're doing on top of me, dobe?" were whispered smoothly into my ear. I shuddered as his breath hit the side of my neck, but it only took a moment for a wicked grin to cross my face.
"I would think the answer was obvious," I replied. "I wanna make you say my name like you so desperately cried last night." He frowned and turned away, defeated, but only for a moment.
"A fluke, dobe. If anything, it proves that next time anything happens, I'm gonna make you say my name." He grinned and winked seductively. "Gotta make the score even, you know?" I scowled and turned away from him.
"Whatever." Suddenly, I became aware of a presence next to us. Sasuke did, too, apparently, because he looked up just as I did, and my eyes widened as a blush crossed my face, mortified.
A rather appalled-looking elderly woman in a frumpy, frilly-collared dress was staring at us, eyes big as saucers behind her enormous glasses. Her hand, which I assumed would already be pretty unsteady, was shaking violently as she clasped her shopping basket. The bottle of prune juice she'd been clutching lay on the floor, forgotten. I looked down at Sasuke, and he met my eyes. Suddenly, his gaze turned to a glare, and he turned back to the woman.
"Nothing to see here, lady," he muttered, scowling at her. She gasped.
"Don't talk to me, you homosexual!" she cried before rounding and running (or, inching... at the pace of a snail... a retarded snail... trying to lug a retarded turtle through extra-crunchy peanut butter...) away, talking about how we'd take down the country. I almost snorted; it was beyond ridiculous. Sasuke stared after her for a long moment, an odd expression on his face. Suddenly, he pushed himself off the floor and got out from under me, yanking me to my feet and grabbing the carton of orange juice off the tiled floor before dragging me by my shirt collar toward the front of the store.
"Come on, Naruto, we're leaving," he insisted shortly. I looked at him, and I knew now wasn't the time to argue. I let him take me to the check out line, and we left without another word to anybody there. When we got back to the car, the groceries sat in my lap, and he was sitting behind the steering wheel, a dark look on his face and his fingers drumming against the steering wheel in an agitated way.
"Sasuke," I murmured, breaking the silence nervously.
"What?" he asked shortly.
"You need to forget about that woman," I advised. A long pause come before he finally spoke again.
"How can I, Naruto?" he demanded from me. "This is exactly why I've been trying to deny this for so fucking long! People hate people like us!" he cried. "They look at us and know we're different and hate us!" I stared at him for a moment.
"You can't let one old woman mess you up like this, Sasuke," I said after a while. "She's probably still living in 1950. You need to let it go, or you'll never be happy." He looked over at me, tearing his eyes away from the parking space in front of him for the first time. Suddenly, he leaned forward. My heart started beating frantically, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead I felt his forehead leaning against mine. He looked me in the eyes for a moment, and I gulped, a little flustered by how very close we were.
"You're right," he murmured, his breath hitting my face. "You're right." He smiled at me before pulling back and shifting his car into reverse, backing out of the parking space. I smiled at him, too, glad to see Sasuke finally able to accept himself. Now, the question was, how would other people accept us if they found out?
So, yes, it was official. I couldn't even follow the directions on a box of pancake mix. Sasuke came over a few minutes after I'd dug all my supplies out to see how I was doing and frowned at the soupy mixture I'd created. He poked it hesitantly, pretending to be somewhat afraid of it, and I just stuck my tongue out at the gesture, shooing him away. He didn't seem to be shooed particularly well, because he grabbed the bowl, carried it over to the kitchen sink,and dumped it out.
"Hey!" I cried. "What was that for? I worked hard to make that." Unthinkingly, I put my hands on my hips, and when he turned around to look at me, he just stared for a minute before bursting out laughing. "What?" I asked, irritated.
"You look like a woman," he supplied before moving closer to me.
"Well your hair looks like a duck," I muttered under my breath.
"What?"
"Nothing."
He came up behind me and led my back to the counter, his hands on my wrists. I smiled to myself, knowing he was going to come help me make them. Maybe I didn't particularly like cooking, but I could settle for this. "Gonna show me how to do it right?" I asked.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to," he said in mock-exasperation. I laughed and beat his leg with the wooden spoon in my hand. He let out a tiny 'ouch' and shook his head. He moved out from behind me and stood next to me, grabbing the box and a measuring cup. "Okay, look," he instructed, speaking to me like I was a small child. "You fill up one cup," he tapped the illustration on the back. "With the mix, then dump it in the bowl, like this."
"Oh, I see!" I exclaimed, playing along. "So, all you have to do is get somebody else to do it for you, and you're all set!" He thwacked me on the side of the head.
"Stop being such a loser, or I'm leaving and eating at my house," he commanded, and I laughed.
"I'll try," I promised. I got the milk out of the refrigerator for the second time that morning and stole the measuring cup from Sasuke, filling it sloppily as he scolded me for being an idiot. With a splash, it was dumped into the pile of dry mix, and I wielded my wooden spoon with a flourish and plunged it into the bowl. I was suddenly aware of Sasuke flinching next to me, and turned to see him spattered with the mix. I couldn't hold back a snicker.
"Shut up, dobe!" he insisted, shaking his arms in an effort to rid himself of the stuff and scowling at me. "Just to let you know, this was not you being less of a loser; you just managed to become more of one." What? Well, excuse me, but I believe I was the one slaving over a bowl of instant pancake mix to make him his (very late) breakfast! With a glare, I flicked more of the mixture onto him, and he jumped as it hit him in the face. His expression was priceless; I laughed out loud, pointing the spoon and thus flicking even more of the mix onto him, this time onto his jacket. He glowered at me. "That's how you want it, huh?"
Suddenly, the spoon was torn from my grip, and Sasuke scooped up a big dollop of the poorly-mixed concoction to throw at me. His aim was dead on; I was suddenly aware of a sticky substance all over my face, one that I was much less willing to swallow than what had been in my mouth the night before. With a gasp, I raised a hand and brushed the pancake mix away, mouth agape. "It's on, then," I replied, reaching into the bowl with my bare hand and producing a gooey, dripping handful of the stuff. He backed up.
"Dobe, don't you dare," he threatened before promptly being spattered with unmade pancake from head to toe. I laughed wickedly.
"You're a mess!" I told him.
"And whose fault do you think that is?" he retorted. My fingers were still dripping batter, so I went to wash them off in the sink. Bad idea; Sasuke, who apparently liked to cheat, wasted no time in throwing a glob at my back! That damn teme! I turned around slowly, a death glare I didn't even know I possessed on my face, as I muttered an incoherent stream of curses at him. Without hesitation, I raised the spoon and dug it once more into what was once intended to be pancakes and held the goo-filled utensil at the ready, preparing to fling it at him.
He ran.
Not about to let him get away, I dashed after him, rounding a corner sharply and losing a bit of my ammo to the floor. I couldn't keep this up for too much longer or I'd be helpless when I finally caught him. With that in mind, I put on the speed. "Sasuke!" I cried. "You little... ugh! Stop it!"
"And why, dobe," he began, looking back for a moment as he cleared the coffee table almost effortlessly. "Would I do that?" Without waiting for a reply, he ducked into the safety of the bathroom and locked the door, efficiently barring me from him. Angered, I formed a fist and banged the door, which shuddered on its hinges. "You're going to break it if you keep doing that," he informed me haughtily.
"Shut up!" I replied in an irritated tone. He thought he was safe just because he'd locked the door? This was my apartment! He was at a clear disadvantage. Silently, I stood on my tiptoes and reached above the door to the very top ledge of the door frame, patting blindly in search of the tiny metal cylinder I was seeking. I'd have to learn what those were called one of these days. You know, those little metal sticks you jammed into a lock to deactivate it? Oh, well, regardless, I had found it, and I jumped slightly so that I could fully grasp the thing. Damn my below-average height.
"Still there?" he asked from inside the room, obviously thinking he was completely safe.
"Yep!" I replied cheerily as I maneuvered the brass object into the tiny hole in the door knob, jostling it around a bit as I did so. Suddenly, I heard a click, and I knew I'd hit the sweet spot. A sly smirk crossed my face.
"What was that?" he asked, somewhat warily.
As I flung the door open, I beamed triumphantly and replied, "Just the lock." His eyes widened and he slowly backed up against the wall.
"I swear, dobe, if you get that stuff on me again...!" he threatened, leaving the end to the imagination. I just rolled me eyes.
"Yes, you're very scary," I mocked. My steps thudded against the tile floor as I neared him, and he closed his eyes, submitting to his pancake-y fate. Pancake-y? Yes, that was a new adjective as of that moment. Regardless of my newly-broadened vocabulary, I had to finish this ridiculous fight. I lifted the spoon right above his head and slowly, painstakingly tipped the utensil, watching the goo ooze onto Sasuke's obsidian hair, trickling down the sides as the half-combined mixture spread. He winced as the batter, which was probably none-too-pleasant to feel on your head, met the pale skin of his cheek. We stared at each other for a moment.
"HAH! I win!" I suddenly shouted, throwing my arms up, spoon still clutched in my hand. He raised an eyebrow and pretended to be unimpressed, but I heard the tiny snicker that escaped him. With I knowing look, I ceased my celebration and stared until he finally couldn't contain it anymore and began to laugh loudly. I joined in, and he rolled his eyes.
"You're retarded," he told me flatly before pulling me in for a totally unexpected kiss. I tensed, but quickly realized what was going on and relaxed, melding our lips together. When he broke away a few seconds later, he pushed me away and moved so that he was no longer against the wall, taking me by the collar and yanking me toward the door. "Now I've gotta take a shower. Go wipe the rest of that junk off your face, change your shirt, and make the freaking pancakes, okay?"
I frowned. "I dunno," I joked. "I don't think I can manage, they might turn out disgusting." He simply pushed me further out into the hallway.
"That's a risk I'll have to take. There are towels and stuff in here, right?" he asked, pointing to the small closet next to him. I confirmed it with a nod, and he nodded back before shutting the door in my face. Well, how was that for appreciative? I was making him pancakes, wasn't I? Well, if we had any batter left, that is...
It was much later that Sasuke emerged from the bathroom, entering the kitchen with dripping hair, which left the top of his shirt soaked. He sniffed the air. "You burned them?"
"Only the first few batches!" I cried, gesturing to the large stack of blackened pancakes. "I started getting the hang of it after that." I then gestured to the smaller stack of pancakes that look relatively edible. "But we're almost out of milk... and pancake mix." He rolled his eyes and picked a plate out of the cabinet above my head, reaching around me to grab a few of the flat objects and a fork.
"We forgot syrup," he murmured, choosing not to comment on my obviously-lacking cooking skils. I nodded.
"Yeah, and after all this trouble on my part. That sucks," I complained, emphasizing the fact that he'd clearly been avoiding since we got back from the store: that I was the one doing all the work! I never cooked anything; this was a big deal for me!
"Yeah, yeah, stop whining," he drawled, flicking me on the nose as he moved toward the living room to take a seat in front of the TV. With an irritated sniff, I collected my own breakfast and moved to join him. When he noticed my bad mood, he looked up with a mouth full of pancakes and asked, "What's got you so pissy?"
"Teme," I insulted him before digging into my own food.
At around two that afternoon, I got a call from Itachi on the house phone asking if Sasuke ever planned on coming home. Shortly thereafter, I shooed Sasuke from my house, encouraging him by saying that he could put up with his brother for a few short hours today and that school was the next day. He frowned but agreed, bidding me farewell with a relatively awkward hug sort of thing, and I smiled at the gesture. He really had come to terms with himself, hadn't he? And it only took one blowjob to do it.
Haha.
Anyway, after he left, I spent most of the day playing Grand Theft Auto; our gaming session the night before had rekindled my love for the game, and it kept my mind off the dismal fact that the next day began a new week full of waking up early and actually doing things that required intelligence. I mean, I couldn't even make pancakes right!
My thoughts began to wander to Sasuke's impromptu visit again and again. Why had he come over in the first place? Something about Itachi and Deidara fooling around. Why did he hate her so much? She actually seemed really nice to me, as well as smart and, uhh, yes, rather fucking insanely hot. Although, he was... actually gay, right? So he probably didn't care all that much. Well, whatever. It was still no reason to hate her.
Was it because Sasuke hated Itachi, and Deidara made Itachi happy? Now, that just seemed plain mean. I didn't quite understand Sasuke's hatred for his brother, but even that wouldn't lead to him caring about what Itachi's girlfriend was like, right? And he'd seemed more pissed at Deidara than anybody else when he'd come over last night. So... what could his problem with her be?
Suddenly, it dawned on me. He thought Deidara was some kind of whore, right? So... if he thought she was going to leave Itachi... or was using Itachi for some reason...
Oh. Hahaha. I couldn't believe it; it was because Sasuke cared about Itachi! That had to be it! He was worried Itachi would get hurt, and it infuriated him every time he saw them together! That was funny.
He'd kill me painfully and without remorse if I ever voiced these thoughts, but yes, it was funny. And kind of cute, too.
I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze, and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go
Can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why
-Lenka, The Show
A/N: YAY! *claps hands* They made pancakes!
Sasuke doesn't hate Itachi!
Old ladies like prune juice!
This is cause for celebration... :D party at my place! All you guys have to do is find it...
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