AN: Ok! Soooo heres another chappie and I hope this is ok, but I don't honestly know if I will be able to update during the break, I will be writing, but updating may have to wait until Jan… On a lighter note, there is a "spark" in this chappie… So tell me what you guys think and review! Please!!!!!
Ohhh I have so many many HOTTTT ideas!!!!! ^.^
The next days were a strange haze for Sasuke. Apart from the fact that Christmas was coming, and that meant everyone excitedly talking about their Holiday plans, where they were going and how much they were going to have fun, it was finishing up last pieces of homework and dealing with their teachers.
Iruka had them write an essay on human behavior in groups, and how it affected personal opinions.
This had Sasuke up until two in the morning. The first thing that jumped to his mind when he read the topic was Naruto.
Images of him shunned, sitting alone, without a shred of communication between him and the outside world had Sasuke spitting mad… at himself.
Although his last encounter with the blonde was rather…odd. Sasuke still couldn't erase those eyes and voice from his memory.
The saxophone didn't help either, every night, the sweet, low, soothing tunes would drift through the walls and Sasuke's open window.
Naruto's music was his lullaby, and that was a poor, albeit much needed substitute for the blonde's voice.
That deep honey voice, Sasuke mused, should be heard more often. And yet he was sure that out of the hundreds of students here, he and a select few others ever heard it.
Such a waste…
The problem was that the raven still couldn't bring himself to approach the blonde again. Something was keeping him back, it was like a regal, dangerous aura around Uzumaki that kept people away from him, somehow affected him as well.
So Sasuke did what he did best, he hid his problems behind a cold mask. Stomping around the school and glaring at everyone who came his way.
On the day before Christmas started, Sasuke was lying on his bed, reading some poetry that Kakashi assigned. By Sylvia Plath. Kakashi said that she was an amazing poetess. Sasuke though she was just emo…
But soon the poetry started to get to him. Her vivid imagery and harsh words reflected his life in an eerie way. So he lay there reading, not noticing the thin line of tears that were silently dancing down his cheeks.
A knock on his door barely registered as Kiba marched in. One look at the raven and it was obvious that he was crying.
Kiba did a double take, SASUKE UCHIHA WAS CRYING!
No words needed to be said. Kiba ran out of the room and bounded straight for Uzumakis room. Not bothering on politeness he threw the door open. Looking around, he noted that the blonde wasn't in. Slamming it shut, he turned back to Sasuke's room only to notice Naruto walking down the corridor, hands in pockets, looking as usual, bored.
Kiba ran at him, and grabbing the collar of the blonde's shirt, slammed him into the wall.
The only reason that Kiba could ever accomplish this was because; one, Naruto didn't bother fighting back two, because Naruto was slightly amused and three, because Naruto was curious what he was getting blamed for this time.
"What the fuck did you do to Sasuke you asshole?!" Kiba shouted. Naruto looked at him with an amused expression.
"What is your concern this time dog?" Naruto asked, the cold never leaving his voice.
"Why is Sasuke crying?! I swear Uzumaki if you make his holidays here hell, I'm going to fuckin kill you!" Kiba hollered
They were lucky that the halls were by now deserted. Everyone had gone for the Holidays, Kiba himself had only an hour before meeting his parents at the airport. He only came to wish Sasuke a Merry Christmas before departure.
It seemed that Sasuke was going to be staying at the school over Christams. All his friends protested this, but the look Sasuke gave them successfully shut up any protests as well as questions as to why.
Two things registered in Naruto right away, Sasuke was crying, Sasuke was staying over the Holidays.
Naruto smiled.
And then rammed Kiba into the wall, switching their positions. Pulling the brunette higher off the ground, he calmly let him a piece of his mind.
"Listen up carefully dog," he whispered. "I didn't make your friend cry, so stop your barking, it's annoying as hell and it's giving me a migraine. And if you're leaving for Christmas then get the fuck out of here now, because if I have to stand you for another minute, you will leave this place in a wheelchair."
That said, Naruto nearly threw Kiba on the floor.
Looking back once, Kiba left in a huff.
And Naruto was free to go see what the hell that crazy friend of Uchiha's meant.
What greeted his eyes had him reeling.
The raven was sprawled on his bed, one leg slightly bent up, propped on the midnight-silver pillows he looked divine. And so very peaceful.
Naruto noted that the Sasuke was holding a book of poetry, Ariel he mused, no wonder the man was crying. That's what Plath did to the reader.
"Splits and passes, sister to the brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch." He said softly, whilst walking into the room.
Onyx locked into his eyes, "Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows. Something else Hauls me through air." Sasuke whispered. Tears were still flowing down his cheeks. But he didn't bother wiping them away.
All that he registered was that the blonde was in his room, standing so very close to the bed, and that thunderous, sweet, deep voice was quoting the poem that he was entranced in. But was it the poem that captivated him? Or the golden lion standing above him?
Naruto sat down on the side of the bed, his eyes never once leaving the onyx pools.
He reached out a hand and with his thumb slowly ran down Sasuke's neck. Noting how the ravens breath hitched in his throat and how he tensed, like a coil. Eyes fluttering shut.
"White Godiva, I unpeel --- Dead hands, dead strinencies." Naruto whispered, watching the long eyelashes flutter and seal the marble together where the eyelids met.
Apart from that gesture, Sasuke was unmoving. A statue. A living, breathing statue. "Michelangelo couldn't have come up with such perfection." Naruto whispered into Sasuke's ear.
And then, acting, perhaps for the first time on his feelings. Naruto dipped and lay a gentle kiss on one of the closed eyes, flicking out his tongue to taste the salty tears that seconds ago graced the corners of those eyes… he did the same with the other one.
All the while watching for any other reaction form the raven.
Sasuke was overwhelmed. He had never been touched by another like that way he was being handled now.
The thumb running down his neck was as foreign to him as a distant language. And when his eyes closed on their own accord, the kisses he received were like a shock of lightning running down his entire being.
He could only breathe in shallow gasps, he was afraid that any sudden movement would ruin the magic of the moment.
When Sasuke opened his eyes, the blonde was gone. But beside him was a tiny silver covered ball, he unwrapped it and took in the smoothness of the white chocolate.
Reveling in the exquisite flavor, he stayed laying down on his bed.
Across the wall, a saxophone played, and this time, Sasuke recognized the tune as a Christmas carol. The Angel Gabriel…
