A/N: Why hello everybody. You know the more and more I read and unearth really good fanfics, the more I feel less and less confident about my story. It's like I can have a good idea and I can write about it but then somebody else could have the same idea and it could be one of the best stories on earth. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong. I want to have at least one story in my life, that everybody who reads it will not get bored and will feel the constant pain and sadness as the screen gets blurrier and blurrier from all the tears running down their cheeks. I will strive until I lose my determination.
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As the blonde breathed slowly while looking up at the plain white ceiling and rubbing his flat stomach softly, he thought back on his life. The more and more he thought about it, the more he felt overwhelmingly sad and tense as his shoulders constantly ached in pain. From what, he did not know. And then for the millionth time, his mind went back to the subject of Sasuke. He was a best friend anybody could ever want. A person who would stick up for their best friend no matter what would happen and then say everything will get better after they were both beat brutally.
Such a strong bond laced with fondness and protectiveness and it to be severed like it was just a piece of fuzz, was heartbreaking. And now instead of that great feeling, it was turned and altered into a gut-wrenching and disgusting dread.
The blonde rolled onto his side and exhaled heavily while he blinked his eyes, staring at the door that led out into the dark hall.
So if the ties were severed, what was the reason to, dare the blonde say, kiss the said blonde? Honestly, it confused the blonde to know end but what could he do. The blonde sat up when he couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness off and stood from his currently uncomfortable bed. It creaked as the pressure from his weight was relived off the mattress. He scratched the skin just above his eyebrow delicately and then flipped the clumped bangs out of his face.
Shifting around his room as he touched random things on shelves while the boredom slowly overwhelmed him caught him walking through his hall of loneliness to his living room. His ears twitched as he heard the faint ringing of the phone in the living room waiting to be answered. He ignored it and walked into his kitchen waiting for it to stop ringing. He pulled out a box of cereal and then doused it in cold milk in a bowl. He turned around and pulled the drawer out to get a spoon and plopped into his bowl, nearly splashing the milk over the edges.
He shuffled into the living room where he sat on his couch and sat the bowl down on the table in front of him. He stepped on the bottoms of his pajama pants as they slid halfway down his butt, making them loose around his legs, not that they already were. The constant ringing of the phone was ruining his morning and he stood up reluctantly to stop the annoying ringing.
He picked up of its holder and held it to his ear. It was strange; it was unusual for somebody to call unless it was to prank him.
"Hello?" He asked into the phone as he yawned softly and rested his hand on his hip.
"Dobe." The voice was amused and the blonde slammed the phone back down on his receiver while holding one hand to his chest to calm his racing heart. Never in his life was he so afraid of one word as much as that one, usually people didn't talk to him when they were scaring him. Their actions and fists were enough to scare him half to death, it's a wonder why he hadn't got a heart attack yet but he bet he came pretty close sometimes.
The phone rang again, pulling the blonde out of his thoughts and his hand hovered over the phone hesitantly and he picked it up shakily, clutching both hands to it.
"Don't hang up, dobe." He yelped in the back of his throat and dropped it onto the floor. He toppled over and backed away from it like it was diseased and getting closer to him. He could hear the faint voice of the raven who was still talking. He hesitantly crawled over to phone slowly taking extra precaution incase it decided to jump him and rip him to shreds.
"Dobe? You better answer me. I'm not kidding, answer me." A silent threat leaked from his voice. The blonde completely ignored the phone and crawled around it to the jack in the wall. The raven was still talking until the blonde unplugged the phone and the pestering voice just suddenly stopped speaking. He sighed and slowly relaxed onto the wall he was leaning on. He left the phone unplugged and on the ground as he slowly made his way back over to his couch. He sank down into the cushion and looked at his bowl of cereal. It was soggy. There goes his morning.
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Walking within the school building the blonde glanced around at the chattering people, hoping that the raven had not said anything at all about what had happened over the weekend. Some gave him looks of disgust, no surprise there, and most didn't even spare him a glance in the same direction. So, he guessed the raven didn't say anything at all, thus, saving his ass in a way.
He was disappointed that the raven didn't mention him at all, not even to mock him. He sighed as he entered his class and was glad that he had gotten the project done with and wouldn't have to feel that dread anymore. But of course, there was always dread in the pit of his stomach. Thinking he was safe, he let out a sigh of relief and sunk farther into his seat.
Looking out the window, he didn't know that the bell had ringed for next class, until a hand landed heavily on his shoulder. He flinched at looked up warily at the person. The teacher smiled at him gently.
"Naruto-kun, it's already next period." The blonde sat there trying to understand until realization hit him hard and scrambled to gather his stuff together. He muttered a quick 'thank you' and ran out of the class. He nearly tripped on the stairs as he tried to make it to gym class. Shoving his stuff quickly in one of the lockers and locking it, he changed his pants into shorts and ran out onto the field, where he was greeted by the teacher.
"Naruto-kun, you're late." The teacher said with a disapproving glance and the blonde groaned inwardly as he was pushed gently into the soccer goal. For the whole class, he was forced to get beat up by the oncoming soccer balls with the teacher yelling from the sidelines telling Naruto to try harder.
He tumbled backward onto the grass when the other kids were picking up the field. He was glad the torture was over, because he was sore, getting hit with so many balls at such a high speed. He sighed and ached as he got up from the ground and proceeded to limp across the field.
A kid laughed evilly and aimed his soccer ball at the blonde who was not paying attention. He dropped the ball and swung his foot upward and let the ball fly away from him.
"Naruto-kun!" Somebody yelled, making the blonde turn around with an annoyed look on his face. His eyes widened in surprise as the incoming ball smashed him in the face. His senses quickly left him and he was left in a daze as he fell back on the grass. A collected gasp went around the people who were picking up and they rushed to the fallen blonde.
The teacher knelt down by him and gently slapped his cheek, trying to wake him up. His eyes blinked slowly as he heard the surrounding people talk, barely registering what they were saying. He closed his eyes and last thing he heard was the teacher, saying his name over and over, that was getting quieter and quieter.
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The blonde woke up dazedly blinking from the sunshine glaring through the window. He groaned and rubbed a hand through his blonde hair but pulled back when he hit the large bump caused by the soccer ball. He immediately sat up, making the stiff blanket pool around his lap. He groaned when he felt the blood rushing at the same time to his head.
"Naruto-kun, you're awake. How do you feel?" The make nurse asked as he sat down in his chair as he pulled out a cigarette. The blonde shrugged warily and fiddled with his hands in his lap while looking out the large windows, feeling the breeze.
"Do you remember? You got hit with the soccer ball." The nurse pressed again as he watched the blonde carefully and calculatedly. The blonde nodded his head and got up from his cot slowly and shakily. He felt the pain shoot from his thighs from the attack of soccer balls and forced himself to shuffle over to one of the cabinets. As he opened the cabinet and pulled out a long bandage, the nurse stared at him which unnerved the blonde.
He moved back to the cot and started to wrap the bandage around his head, messing up his blonde locks; some getting forced down and some sticking up higher. The nurse raised an eyebrow at him and leaned back in his chair.
"You don't need that you know. Maybe just a few days on the icepack, you're lucky you didn't get a concussion or you would be in a coma right now." The nurse said and took a long drag from his cigarette. The blonde shrugged but didn't stop; he continued to wrap the bandage around his head.
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The blonde went to his next class and avoided the stares and snickers at the bandage, no doubt that they already found out what happened. He glanced at the raven, the raven did not laugh at him, in fact he didn't even acknowledge him. The blonde turned in his seat to look out the window once again while he absentmindedly scrawled out notes. He glanced down at the paper and stared at the messy words.
He barely registered that the class was quiet and the teacher cast him glances every now and then. He didn't care much as he scribbled and drew little cartoons of himself conquering the mean people in his school. He smiled down at his paper as he looked over the miniature version of himself with a cape flowing in the wind. He quickly ripped the page out of his notebook and folded it up only to put it in his pocket before somebody else caught a glimpse of it.
The blonde sighed when he heard the bell dismissing the kids from school. The classroom was filled with screaming kids, desks screeching, papers being gathered and the teacher who was trying to speak over the volume. The blonde neatly put his papers together and grabbed his sweater slinging it over his shoulder. He walked as the last kid behind the rushing kids until he stopped from a hand that landed on his shoulder.
He looked behind at the teacher and sighed as he was held back.
"Naruto-kun, I would you like to be the tutor for somebody." The teacher said gently with a smile on his face. The blonde glanced at the ground as he thought hard. He knew he couldn't speak so he shrugged his shoulders warily. The teacher sat on the edge of his desk and looked Naruto in the eyes with a soft smile.
"Naruto-kun, I think this would be good for you. I want you to tutor Sasuke-kun. Is that okay?" The teacher said as he looked at his clipboard then at the blonde concernedly. The blonde stood stock-still trying to digest the information but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Sensei?" The raven jock came through the door looking around for the teacher. Naruto looked at his worst nightmare but didn't have the time to reject the teacher's suggestion.
"Sasuke-kun, here is you tutor, I hope you'll both work together well." He said happily and walked around his desk to sit in his chair. The raven nodded at the teacher and then smirked at the blonde deviously. The sinking feeling in Naruto's stomach would not go away.
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Well, to me, when I was writing this, I was extremely bored. So if it's boring, I apologize for I could not think of anything interesting. Think of this chapter as I sort of filler for the rush of inspiration coming up.
I have been restless for the last week so I have incorporated it into the story. Everything that happened in Naruto's room is what basically happens to me at night, or shall I actually say, in the wee hours of the morning.
Naruto's pants falling down, that happens to me also. I don't pull back up at home though. I do like baggy pants, especially pajama pants. Sometimes I say to my friends "you didn't see that" and then say "what? Your pants fell down again?" and then I laugh nervously and say "…yeah" and then they say "why don't you just get a belt? You need one to hold your pants up." Then I'm like "I don't need one!" So my life shall one day end when my pants fall all the way down and people stare, but until then I will suffer from baggy pants that fall down.
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unholynight: Ah, Sasuke did that on purpose in the spur of the moment. Sasuke does feel something for Naruto, which will not be really discovered until the next few chapters maybe? Sorry, if I crushed your expectations, I'm trying not to go so fast and put lots stuff in between. Thank you for your compliments. Don't die on my yet! And thank you for that information.
Uchiha Ichigo123: Thank for your compliments.
Acherona: Thank you for your compliments. Don't worry I'll get on that real soon. And you're welcome! If it weren't for your reviews, these chapters wouldn't be updated.
QUEENJJ123ABCRESPECTBABY: Its okay, other people, guessed wrong also but that's because of my mistakes. Thank you for your compliments. Sasuke's scary? I can see he's mean and obnoxious, but scary? Well in this chapter he scares Naruto but that's beside the point. Naruto did not take off his clothes; he went to an emergency shower because of the chemicals that exploded on him. It also did say that Sasuke left after he tossed the clothes to Naruto. Sasuke's not a perv in this story at least. (Hopefully) I want their love to be soft and gentle not harsh and needy.
JaRyse: Ah, thank you for your compliments. Yes, Sasuke likes Naruto but isn't going to protect Naruto yet. Just because the project is over doesn't mean there isn't other ways to push them together. Hopefully maybe in around five chapters, Naruto will start being protected by Sasuke. Till then, Naruto will tough it out with his confusing feelings and beatings. My intention will be that Naruto will only be able to speak to Sasuke clearly but his voice will recede when talking to others. I have thought about that, somehow making it so that Sasuke hears his music or something, but it seems overly cliché. Like a raven finds blonde singing or making peaceful music and sees him in new light or falls in love with him. So I have an idea but it won't go down like that at least. Sasuke knows that Naruto can play music since they used to be best friends. No, it's fine, when people give me ideas, it really makes me think my story over and it makes me happy that people are concerned and help me out. Of course I'll credit them. Yeah, I have no idea how I do that, it's just how it happens, I just hope it won't stop because I don't pay attention much to how I write or what I write. It just comes. Oh, you're very welcome. (Hugs you back) Thanks for the hug.
ooxshinobixoo: Thank you for your compliments. Yeah, I'm still thinking about that since I think my original idea was pretty lame, there is a possibility that I will not put that reason in my story because I can't find a good enough reason.
horsegirl08: Yes, sorry for the long wait! I'm trying my best not to lose it but I can't keep it that well. Wish me luck!
Vivid Impact: Thank you for your compliments. Where are people getting the idea that Sasuke's scary? So Sasuke is a bit…harsh, I tried to portray it as Sasuke like a guy who doesn't know or realize his own strength since he's so used to hanging around tough brute guys. Ah, thank you, you are the only one who has said that! I don't want to lose the feedback I'm getting though. I'm just…restless now.
Illusory Impurity: Thank you for your compliments! I like to be a realistic person even though I love my fantasies and dreams. Yes, even when I wrote that I felt expectant, I don't want to expect too much since I know that my story might not be one of the best out there. Yes, I put those in there since I don't want so many things to be made up and cliché, so I have put my own feelings and actions in there to show that it is real instead of fake. I'm happy to have made you proud! (I don't make too many people proud, much less myself) I hope to continue with my amazing streak.
Anonymous: Well, that certainly is a good idea, I haven't thought about it like that. Naruto was pretty popular before. With an idea like that and my original idea makes it seem like it's missing a lot and it's not a good enough reason to explain why Sasuke's such a meanie. I'm still trying to find a good reason. (Not giving it much thought though) Sasuke does not really know that he loves Naruto; he knows that he likes him even though he doesn't want to admit it.
Face down and crying for more: Ah, once again I have made a mistake. I try to make it somewhat obvious but not too obvious in case people think I'm a dud. I hope they become friends also. In Naruto shippuden, Yamato takes Kakashi's place as team seven's captain when Kakashi is injured.
yearofthejazz: Thank you for your compliments.
Tea'nCrumpets: Thank you for your compliments.
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Right. I'll see you in around a week! Pray for me that I'll get a nice night of sleep and not a night of restlessness. When I get another laptop, I'll put that restlessness to good use, like updating quicker since I get a lot of inspiration before I go to sleep or from lack of sleep.
Adeu,
Daikaishi
