Short Chapter, I hope that's okay ^-^" You guys can all call me a lier! It's currently Tuesday and a looooong way from the Wensday I had planned on updating.
I don't own Naruto.
Sasuke POV
"Naruto…" I said taking a few steps down the stairs.
Naruto just stood there, watching."You are such a stalker…" he muttered to himself rolling his eyes slightly.
I have to say, this comment made me feel uncomfortable, he seemed annoyed. I grabbed a piece of paper from my pocket, "it might seem like that…but I have a reason for standing outside your house at this hour." Unlike the other times… I thought to myself.
"So that's what all those text messages were about? A piece of paper?"
"You got those?"
-Silence-
-Awkward silence-
…Naruto raises an eyebrow of his and gives me a look.
"Okay, so that might have sounded 'stalkerish' but I was just worried that…" I tried to think about how I would fraise my thought that someone might have kidnapped him and the homicidal maniac would feast upon his flesh after a joy ride.
"What?" Naruto spoke, "Did you think a homicidal maniac stole me?" he joked. I didn't respond to that comment, how could I? "Holy SHIT, "he said after my mouth refused to produce an answer, "you DID! HA-!" Naruto barked out with laughter. "That is the creepiest thing I've ever heard!" he laughed, "if anything you're the homicidal maniac Sasuke!"
"Me?" I have to say, I was quit taken aback.
"Yes you! You call me and text me so much that it causes my phone to shut down for one thing!"
I didn't know what to say to that comment either; the only other thing my mind was processing at the moment was that my cheeks were heating up. In studying Naruto I was also taken aback though. He was laughing, wholeheartedly I might add. To me this was new. I'd seen him laugh before; sure, it's why I noticed him in the first place. The difference with this laughter to was that, I'd been the one to procure it from him (even if by accident).
My cheeks heated up even more since I couldn't help but notice that he looked-cute. God, how I wish the sun was out so I could blame my reddening face on the heat. For once he seemed calm and uncaring.
I let a grin spread across my face, unable to contain it. It was weird, the way I had been acting. But it was all because of him, Naruto…he changed me.
Slowly, a fit of laughter emerged from my stomach. I covered my mouth to muffle the first few bursts. Eventually I had to hold my stomach as the fountain of rough laughs burst open and I was in a laughing fit.
Before I knew it we were both laughing, there was only one silence when Naruto stopped, wide-eyed, to look at me probably wondering if I was actually laughing. I stopped as well, but our laughter started up once again after that at the silliness of everything. I felt tension leave my shoulders and body, tension that had been there all day and I wondered if Naruto could feel the same happening to him in a fleeting moment.
Our laughing eventually died down and we stood, in the same predicament as before. I was now closer to him, only about three stairs away.
"So listen, this paper it's for your medication from Kakashi…but I don't think you'll be able to carry it up the stairs because you have crutches already in your hands…" I started
Naruto thought for a second before responding, looking at me as if peering into my soul. The next thing I knew he cracked a smile and hopped forward to the stairs, "Sure, you can carry it to my apartment, I need some help up the stairs anyways. We should talk anyways."
I was happy at his words. After all, the last time we spoke he didn't seem to want anything to do with me. A soft smile laced my lips.
Naruto coughed. "Ya know, you could help and take one of my crutches so I can hobble up these stairs."
"Oh yeah, sure. Sorry about that" I said taking his right crutch so he could hold on to the railing as he walked up the stairs while supporting his body with his right crutch as well.
"No problem" Naruto said once we were up the stairs. He unlocked his door after I gave him back his crutch. I nudged the door open on the other side, allowing him to enter first. It was his apartment.
"Want anything to drink?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"Ghesh, just because I'm handicapped doesn't mean I can't get something for you" he said jokingly. I felt myself relax a little bit, not even realizing that I was tense as I sat down at Naruto's kitchen table.
"I'm fine really."
"Alright" he moved his crutches to the side and supported his body against the table as he sat down as well. I couldn't tell if he was 'alrighting' my statement or starting his 'we should talk' talk.
"So," Naruto started, "you know I'm dying"
Ugh, okay. I already write short chapters so I compensate for that by writing a super short chapter? Doesn't make sense to me...oh well.
At the moment I'm supposed to be working on an English paper but I suddenly got the urge to convert my hand written fanfiction onto a Word document while listening to Boston by Augustana.
I know I lied, I said this chapter would have Shikamaru's past in it but it'll have to wait.I wanted to get something out into FF so here it is.
Next chapter will hopefully be longer (depending on how my time is). It will contain a bit of information that is important for my 'plot line' in this fic. to get it back on track!
