Those Weird Feelings No One Ever Gets

Well, well, well, look who decided to keep promises.

Man, I suck.

Yeah, well, I reread this entire fanfic and thought, "Even if my fans all hate me now I must continue for the sake of me liking my own fanfic."

So, my conclusion is that you may kill me once I finish writing this fanfic.

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Sasuke didn't carry me the rest of the day.

I know he was respecting my space and feelings but...

Wah, I felt so lonely.

Gaara is -not- the type to go for another guy so easily just because he kisses him but... If it happened once it could happen again.

Damn, my luck is bad.

Neji was openly surprised to find me disregarding him after school. I would have laughed if I hadn't been upholding my sorrow.

It was actually kind of silly; being sad.

Not like there was no reason to be sad.

Though I had far more problems then some guy kissing the person I had a little crush on.

I didn't even know his last name... Actually, I didn't even know if he had a last name...

Sasuke told Neji that we had to clean his garage after school and no he didn't have time later.

It was seriously gross when Sasuke called him "babe" and told him he didn't want him to get dirty.

Man, I tell you, that would have been an insult to me but that freak took it in stride. I felt it was in order to mention his breaking a finger nail as well.

Sasuke held his skateboard under his arm the entire walk to his house and said nothing.

I was indecisive as to whether I preferred this or not.

Part of me wanted to tell him about what I was thinking. Another part said this was just plain stupid because not even I knew what I was thinking.

Why did I care? I knew I wanted Sasuke and no matter how far out of my reach he was I had eyes for no one but him.

Perhaps it was the way everything I wanted and held near was being snatched out from under my nose, as if my parents and childhood hadn't been enough?

Or maybe my manlyish pride was kicking in at last after all these years and I was jealous that everyone was losing kiss virginity but me?

Or maybe something was planted into my body by the jealous waitress at breakfast and now I was being controlled to overreact and freak out about everything and soon I would be hyperventilating over my Cheerios and Sasuke would leave me for good and have Neji on one arm and the waitress on the other?

I'm getting the feeling that it's not the last one...

Without a word Sasuke decided that yes, we should go to Starbucks, no, you're not having any caffeine, and yes, you can have a blue berries and cream frappichino.

Lucky for him he knew me too well and knew exactly how I liked it.

We strolled back down the street once more, and I was still in a daze that Sasuke hadn't cracked the old joke that, "How is it blue berry and cream if you don't have whip cream on the top?" when he stopped.

I looked up from my drink to see what he'd stepped in when Sasuke turned to me slowly and casually and said, "...You're OK... right?"

It was a very good question.

Yes, I'm fine physically and mentally. No, I'm not OK, first the love of my life is stolen from me and now I'll never be able to look the runner up in the eye again. Yes, I'm with my best friend, a blue berries and cream frappichino and there's no homework; what could be better? No, my entire family is dead, my best friend is preoccupied with his new boyfriend, and I cry at night when I think about you.

"Yeah..."

He stopped to sip his coffee.

"... Why do you like that kid so much?"

He didn't look at me.

"... Why do you like that freak show so much?"

I meant to hit the nail on the head, but I didn't think I'd hit it that hard.

"Neji?"

"No, that other weird guy that you're dating."

"You just don't know him..." I felt the concrete crack beneath my feet as Sasuke glared holes into it.

"Well, you don't know Gaara."

"Neither do you!"

"Better then you do!"

"At least I know Neji well!"

"Well enough to suck his tongue out of his face?"

"Yes, that well!"

"Since when? You've known him no more then two weeks! Did you even know him before that kiss?"

"... I didn't but... but you never heard what he said to me... I don't know where you went but you missed it!"

"You see! It's the same with... He's..."

We stopped talking and slowly looked at each other.

The idea that we could have possibly been fighting was worse then imagining that we'd both eaten dog poop from a tray made of rotten horse liver using the still venomous fangs of a snake for forks.

Yeah, it was pretty bad...

I didn't know what to say. It felt like the end, though I knew it was just going to end up as another beginning, but nonethe less I felt dirty, ashamed to have fought, though I'd hardly said anything that rude...

Sasuke began walking again. "I'll tell you."

And tell he did...

"After you left I managed to head him off but he didn't even try to turn around or pass me. He just stopped and looked at me... It was... weird... He... really respects me. I know... I know you respect me, but he... I've never felt so significant. It's like he feels I'm a god. It's not in that creepy worship way or retarded obsession way... I think he feels that I'm... I dunno, I've never... felt it before... The way he wants me... After you left he didn't say anything... he just gave me this look and this nod and it seemed like his attitude toward me... I couldn't just force him to stay where he was on that road... I just... don't know..."

I'm proud to say that if I were explaining how I feel about Sasuke it would be a lot cleaner then that.

And a lot more romantic and heart felt, might I add.

With the phrase, "burning passion" more then once.

Yeah, I had noting to say. I know for fact that he took my silence the wrong way, but what would I say. "Good, I approve, stay with him and marry"? I wanted him to myself, that would totally ruin it. "I don't care, he's slime, dump him". Sasuke would probably forget who I am and what I was to him in the small time of a week.

We made it to his house and it was clear Itachi understood the situation right away. Poor Kisame however...

"Hey, kids, up for some-? Whoa, what's with the getup? Gonna have a slumber party? Hello? Anyone home?"

Officially: No.

Sasuke and I just sat. Not often does that happen. Breathing and sitting. Just sitting and breathing.

I, personally, didn't know what to say without ruining anything so my mind was coming up with my opinion of what Sasuke was thinking.

That idiot, following me home, why didn't he just get lost? If he doesn't like my boyfriend then he can't like me. Over seven years isn't as valuable as my two weeks with Neji anyway...

Yeah, he was probably imagining someone in pink panties and a small, pink top, but you can never be too careful.

"I guess I get it."

I said it... Well, Sasuke said it... at the same time I said it.

However, it was Sasuke who asked, "Get what?"

"I get why you hang out with Neji... I don't really get why it's him, but I get that... there's something... I don't see..."

"... Me too..."

Proudly presenting my next greatest accomplishment: Uzumaki Naruto hugs Uchiha Sasuke! Crowd goes wild!

He was warm, I was feeling lonely, end of story.

He hugged back.

I spent the night. Itachi offered me a guest room for the first time.

Mistress slept at the foot of my bed. I'm guessing she sleeps with Itachi because the room and bed smelt like Itachi and she never slept with Sasuke.

I imagined Itachi sleeping with Kisame and I ended up needing a glass of water and some water splashed on my face.

Nonetheless, good old Itachi knew what he was doing.

So far away I always felt when I slept alone in my house, and after our argument, being separated seemed as if Sasuke and I were calling a divorce. However, the same roof was already close, but the same bed... All I could see was what Sasuke had done in that bed with Neji. Maybe nothing... probably something...

Why was he here? Because he respected Sasuke. If it was respect he was looking for, Sasuke could have asked me. I would have booted up the honor and respect. Why did it have to be another person? Perhaps it was that I was his best friend, not his lover. Perhaps it was because he just didn't like me like that... or at all.

The more I think the more depressed I get. I know Sasuke loves me: I don't know how and I don't know why, but in some twisted way he does, and if I can't trust him enough to believe at least that then I can't trust that he's really a male, and just trust me without question on this one, he is definitely a boy.

The next morning I opened my eyes to see the embarrassingly familiar picture of Itachi in a frilly pink apron telling me to get up and I quickly sped to the bathroom to escape where I found Kisame flossing his dangerously sharp teeth.

"Oh, hey, sorry..." I said, "You mind?"

"Nah, go ahead," he said, plucking his floss out from between his teeth, "You sleep OK? I know you had to sleep in Itachi's bed and his bed in sort of lumpy..."

I do not want to know how he knows that.

"Yeah," I unzipped my pants and let myself go, "I was fine... Uh, out of curiosity, where did Itachi sleep?"

"With me," said Kisame, tossing his string of floss in the garbage can and putting away the floss.

"Ah." Oh my good lord, ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew! How strange and bestiality-like. I start gagging just thinking about it...

Yes, now that you've told me you've slept with my best friend's brother you can get out of here.

Without a word he did just that and I almost fell to my knees in relief and shock.

Sasuke sat next to me at breakfast and I leaned over to whisper to him once Itachi was preoccupied with Kisame.

"Did you know your brother slept with Kisame last night?" I said fervently.

"So?" Sasuke said through the largest mouthful of eggs I've ever seen a human intake.

"Are they...?"

"Human? Yes."

"No, you moron, are they... dating?"

He said nothing but pointed. I looked up and watched as Itachi mentioned something about a great day and kissed Kisame's oddly blue cheek. Kisame grinned and waved before going to the back door.

Yeah, well, I kind of screamed in a not-too-loud way.

"You said homosexual couples are OK!" Sasuke said, outwardly broken hearted. He gripped his shirt for effect.

"Itachi and... But it's...!"

Utterly disturbing is what I call it. Too many people are getting into homosexual relationships lately. If I wasn't in So Cal I'd start freaking out. But what, are straights a dying breed or something?

"No, I understand," Sasuke whispered as we watched Itachi and Kisame waiting at the door. They stood there for the longest time, talking, Kisame laughing and Itachi fixing Kisame's shirt collar.

I turned back to my eggs, asking them why and when and how long but they just looked up at me with big yellow faces.

I think my problem is that I'm not observant enough and they've been going out ever since I met them and I never knew.

Who the hell else was, is, or had been gay...? It was funny in a creepy way...

"Oh my god," I gasped as I stabbed my egg.

"Woah, woah, calm down," Sasuke said, grabbing my fork from me, "I know it's a shock, but believe me, all eggs spew yellow slime when you stab them, OK? And I don't, so don't even think-"

"What if my own father was gay and I never knew it?" I said, feeling my own forehead, "I feel so..."

"Betrayed? Lied to? Hungry? Horny? You know, if it's the last one-"

"Your father was not gay," Itachi said simply, sitting down across from the two of us at their large kitchen table.

"...Do you-" I started.

"Cross dress? Strip? Prostitute yourself?"

"Would you stop trying to finish my sentences?" I growled, shoving Sasuke's head.

"I do not."

"Do not what?" Sasuke and I said together.

"Do any of those," he seemed kind of shaken as he sipped his tea.

"Oh..." I tapped my fork on my plate, "Uh, well... do you mind... uh, tell-"

"It's been three years."

How does he do that?

"You've been... dating...?"

"You're just don't pay any attention," said Sasuke with his toast half way shoved in his mouth.

"I have another crucial question. Why doesn't he-"

"-have all the manners I do. I have no idea."

"I was secretly brought by the police; we're not real brothers," Sasuke said and it would have sounded cool and indifferent if he had swallowed his toast first.

With my luck the rest of my day would be just as disturbing and everyone would admit they were gay and had been dating someone of the same sex for the last three years, Neji would admit to being a lesbian, dump Sasuke and I'd have him to myself.

With my luck my day ended up being so normal I found it more disturbing then not.

Sasuke and I rolled on over to school and we ended up being too early to even get into the building.

We sat in silence side by side on the steps. I was watching the birds and I believe Sasuke was replaying a porno in his head, but I could be wrong.

There was so much to say. Starting with "sorry" was the best route but then what? Sorry for what? Speaking my mind? I wasn't sorry for that and I wans't sorry for being rude when I did so.

Sasuke had been unintentionally rude for the last few weeks and his boyfriend was a total ass hole and Sasuke was responsible for him like a parent is responsible for their kid so he was, there for, extra rude.

OK, I'm sorry. I'm... noy sorry, but I want you to apologize. I'm sorry for hating your boyfriend because it's hard on you, but I still hate him.

"I'm sorry."

I looked up. Was that me or him? I was sure I hadn't said anything...

"Listen I... know you don't like Neji and... I know that my hanging out with him gives less time for just us... but... I'm going to try to make sure things work out... and... and I'm not going to force you but... can you put up with one date with him? We'll just... I dunno, go to the arcade together, the three of us..."

Like that snot knows how to play video games.

"I..."

I don't like Neji. Dunno if you've noticed, blinded by his non-existent awesomeness, but he doesn't really like me either. He's an ass and I don't know what you see in him but I know what he sees in you and trash like him isn't worthy of your respect and love.

I don't like Neji, never will and never would I spend over three minutes with him of my own free will.

If we all go out together things will get sticky. You don't know it but he's my competition so it's your own fault if I push him in front of a moving car on the way there.

"I guess it's worth a shot."

A bird flew away from out ruckus.

I can't tell if it was a tackle or a hug...

"I'm sorry I have to do this..." he said to me.

Too many horror/suspense/thriller movies: I thought he was going to slit my throat or something.

Nah, he just hugged me and it wasn't until after he let go and stood up that I realized that he was sorry that he had to make things hard: hard on me and hard on us, not that he was sorry that he had to hug me.

I untied his shoe lace as he stood watching the clouds move over head.

"I'm sorry too."

He looked down at me and kicked my hand as I untied his other shoe lace. "Sorry for what?"

"Sorry that you have to make it hard." I turned away and watched the clouds as well.

If that was the only way to be one with him then by damn I would stare at the clouds all day.

"You moron," he said, using my knee as a perch where he tied his shoe at.

He looked at me and he told me that he was sorry he had to make it hard but he wasn't sorry that he liked Neji and that he wasn't going to stop dating him, but he wasn't going to stop loving me either.

Yeah, he didn't say anything but that's what he told me. You get it, right?

As I stated, uneventful day. Gaara invited me to his house to watch him and the rest of the cast practice "Romeo and Juliet". He told me Sasuke could come but Sasuke said he was going to be pimping out his skate board.

It took me a while but I built up the nerve to ask him if he was really going to be hanging out with Neji.

Yeah. Yes, he was.

Then why doesn't he just say it in the first place?

Because he doesn't want me to feel like Neji's more important.

... Well... who is more important?

He told me I was, duh, and said he was going to catch up with Neji and left me alone in the hallway.

Gaara found me standing there, half shocked and half giddy with joy, and told me we should walk home together.

I was quiet for once and that left him silent as well.

I don't know why but I kind of expected him to talk for once.

Finally we reached his house (it was nice looking) and he dumped a load of paper in one can, a bag of plastic in the next and another bag of glass in the second to last.

He walked me to his front door and I said, "What's up with all the recycling?"

"Saving the world," he shrugged.

"You know, we have a club for that."

"I know, I'm in it."

He was oddly involved for a kid who never talks to anyone.

"What other clubs are you in?"

"Sculpture, poetry, future leaders."

"Sculpture?"

He opened the door.

Hell yeah, he was in sculpture.

The entire living room was a museum of fine vases, statues, and figures.

"Holy shit..." I mumbled.

Being loud felt like the entire room would collapse.

"They're all mine."

He led me to the kitchen, which was nice but more klutz friendly, and tossed me a soda.

"How long have you been sculpting?" I said after a tastefully long and loud burp.

"Since I can remember." He pointed to a mess of sticks, leaves, and dirt, "My uncle saved my very first piece."

I whistled low and long. "He must like your stuff."

"Dunno, he never told me."

"He must like your new stuff."

"Maybe." He sipped his soda. "He's in an psychiatric center."

"Oh." Damn I hate it when that happens. You assume that you're one of the only people whose parents are gone and so you forget that everyone else might be alone too. It brings out my inner idiot.

He caught me before I threw my can in the garbage can.

"Oh yeah..." I said as he put it in a special can labeled "aluminum". "So, who do you live with?"

"Sister brother and dad," he said.

"Really? No one's here..."

"Sister's at rugby practice, brother's at some theater contest, dad's the mayor so he's always gone."

"Mayor of here?" I asked, astonished, "As in, all of here?"

"Yeah."

I shut my mouth with a snap. "But we live in, like, a really big... I mean, it's Long Beach, for Christ's sake!"

Mental breakdown much?

He shrugged, "Someone has to do it."

"So you moved from a different high school, not a...?"

"We moved from down by the beach to up here."

I gripped my hair. "This is like... worse then being the mayor of L.A.!"

"Not really," he said, and he finally smiled. Actually, it was a smirk, but it was close enough. Well... not really, but it would have to do.

"But it must suck being the mayor! I mean, this place is full of crime and crap..."

"He's not the friendliest of people."

I eyed a bowl of M&M's sitting on his counter. "Glad you don't see him a lot?"

He slid the bowl towards me. "Yeah. We get on well enough by ourselves."

Through the sensation of a red M&M I decided against asking about his mom. If he wanted me to know then-

"Yeah, so, just us three most of the time. Mom asked her brother to watch over us before she died but he's shown us why it's bad to try and raise kids."

"What was wrong with him?" I asked, popping a brown M&M in my mouth.

"He decided that since my mom died giving birth that he'd blame me for her death and... yeah, it got kinda messy." He pulled up his shirt and, I'll admit, it was extremely uncomfortable to be blushing when he pointed to a large, white scar on his stomach.

I held my breath until he lowered his shirt and even then I was ready to pass out.

His stomach. That was hot, that was really hot... He has abs... He has abs! If I could get my hands-

Ew, I'm perverted like Sasuke!

I hang out with the wrong crowd, I really do. What would Dad think of me?

"You damn perverted kid you."

Now that was really creative.

"...tried to kill me," Gaara finished.

Did I ever mention that I sometimes forget that I should be paying attention to someone rather then something totally different?

No? Well... now you know.

I coughed up a gulp of soda. "Your uncle did?"

"Yeah."

I filled a dreadful silence with my hacking up soda.

Jesus, is everyone in this damn world gay with a tragic past?

"Hey, are you gay?"

Oops. No, no, wait, wait, that's not what I meant.

"Hm?" He looked up from his soda can where I guess he was reading the nutritional facts. He does seem like the type to read the ingredients on the cereal box at breakfast...

I coughed again. "I said, how's your play?"

He gave me a "that's-not-what-you-said" look. "It's fine."

"What's with the small part?"

"I'm new." He broke off the little metal can opening thingy and dropped it into his his drink.

"That's a dumb reason," I grumbled, pocketing my own... little metal can opening thingy.

Bringing it home to Sasuke... I always feel ridiculous for doing things like that...

Does he think of me that often? Absently grabbing things for any of my collections that he knows would make me happy?

For the last three years I'd been picking up... those metal things from cans off the street. I would stop in the middle of blading in the middle of a busy street just to pick one up because I know, I know he'll smile when I give him that little thing...

He'll say, "What a waste of time, grabbing these when it's my collection," and then he'll stash it away and smile at me and the stupid, worthless little piece of trash metal will remind him and he'll say we should get a soda and then we'll go scavenging for the can tops and we'll end up laughing our asses off...

Does he think like that when he sees bottle tops?

What stupid questions I ask myself... He probably thinks that he'll feel guilty if he doesn't pick it up for me...

Or maybe he does want that one little moment of-

"Naruto?"

"What?" I jumped, "Oh, yeah."

"Did you want a napkin, I said."

"For...?" I looked down.

For a giant root beer spill down the front of my shirt. Right...

By the time I was as red as I could get, Gaara mopping up the front of my shirt with a paper towel, the door bell rang and Gaara set the soggy paper in my hand and rushed to the door.

Why, oh why, did he have to smile at me like that before he left?

Yeah, that kid down in my heart, he's totally up for double timing with Sasuke and Gaara.

I grabbed another towel and pressed it to my front.

What a compete and entire sicko.

Not me, I swear, I would never do that!

But that kid is... he's gross... and not me; I'm me, not him.

Gaara came back to the kitchen with Kiba and Shino trailing behind.

Oh my god! Are they gay too?

That was rude, please excuse me...

Kiba laughed and said something about Shino's great special effects.

Then he slapped his ass.

Oh my god! Are they gay too?

Well, didn't Sasuke do that to me a while back?

But... isn't he gay?

Holy shit...

Um, oh yeah, well, their practice thing went pretty coolly. That Ten Ten girl played Juliet and Kiba played Romeo.

It was funny because Kiba is the exact same height as Ten Ten rather then taller.

They started to skip the kissing scene but then Shino said that if they didn't practice, even that, that they would choke up on stage.

Kiba growled and blushed.

Oh my god! He must be gay.

But they kissed and it looked like they knew what they were doing.

Am I the only person on this friggin' planet who's never kissed anyone?

Anyone? Anyone but me?

I rest my case.

Yeah, so they practiced that once and then Shino said to do the scene over again, he messed up on the lighting, and they did and he said to do the kiss again and Kiba said why doesn't he kiss her instead and he said no and then Ten Ten said why doesn't he kiss Kiba and he said he would.

Yeah...

Everyone must be gay.

Halfway through one of the scenes Ten Ten had to answer her phone and then she started leaving, said her boyfriend was waiting out front to bring her to archery practice.

... Then Ten Ten's a really chesty guy. Because I swear the world consists of gays only.

"Then who's her boyfriend?" I asked once she was gone.

Kiba went "Ahhhhh" after a nice long drink, wiped his mouth with his sweater sleeve and said, "I know you know Hinata."

"She's dating Hinata?" I screeched.

"She said 'boyfriend' you moron," he snarled, "Anyway, have you ever met her cousin?"

"No..."

"Hyuuga Neji?"

"Oh, yeah, what about him?"

"Well didn't you just ask who her boyfriend is?"

"Yes."

"And I'm telling you it's Neji."

Mmhmm... Mmmmmmmmhmmmmmm...

Hmmm...

Mmmmm...hmmmmm...

"Hyuuga Neji..." I said slowly, scratching the side of my face.

"Jesus, you know, long pony tail, looks like a girl."

"... Yes."

"Well that's him, jeez." He crushed his empty soda can on my head.

"He's shocked because he thought Neji was a girl," said Shino, wrapping up a wire and fitting it into his bag.

"Neji's... Sasuke's boyfriend..."

"Yeah, I heard about that," said Kiba, "Looks like he's two timing then because I know for fact that Neji's dating Ten Ten. They sit together in the back of my art class."

"...And..."

"They make out, duh," said Kiba, rolling his eyes.

"But... he does that with Sasuke..."

Shino looked at me like I'd just said that Neji breaths, "He's cheating, then."

"... I have to... go."

And go I did. I grabbed my skates and was half way down the drive way before they were on properly.

Cheating. Neji. Neji was... Neji... cheating.

How the hell does that work? Neji can't just cheat on Sasuke. Sasuke's Sasuke. He would know. He could tell...

Did he know? He had to know. Was it true? Kiba said he saw it... was that before he was dating Sasuke? Perhaps Ten Ten has a knew boyfriend.

I saw it at a stop light. Ten Ten was sitting shot gun.

I skidded to a halt by the window and tapped.

Ten Ten seemed shocked.

Neji was even more shocked.

"Ah, Naruto!" said Ten Ten, holding a hand to her heart, "You scared me."

"Is this your boyfriend?"

"Huh?" she looked at Neji, "Yes, this is my-"

"Good luck at your play," I said quickly, and before either could say a word I snapped a picture with my phone and started off again.

I did not look back at the car.

Sasuke...

Would he believe me?

Sasuke...

He knew I didn't like Neji...

Sasuke... please believe me...

But... I had... I had proof...

Sasuke...

Would he believe me or Neji?

Sasuke! Please...

I didn't stop to take off my skates.

Itachi waved to me from the couch from behind a newspaper.

Itachi...

"Itachi!" I shouted, pulling out my phone as I stopped in front of him, "Neji is-"

"Cheating? I know."

Well...

"Does Sasuke-?"

"No."

"Do I-?"

"Do what you think is right."

"Will he b-"

"You'll know if you show him."

There was a long silence followed by a loud bang, that was me, hitting the wall before backing up and making it through the entry way to the hallway properly.

"Sasuke!" I shouted, slamming his door open.

He was sitting on his bed with his headphones on, folding paper cranes.

He always did believe that tale from "Suduko and the Thousand Paper Cranes"...

I stared.

He was peaceful. At ease.

Would he still be able to compose himself like that after I told him what I knew...?

I hugged him. He had started looking up just before I grabbed him but he didn't say a thing.

He rubbed my back. Consoling me... He wasn't seeing...

"Sasuke..."

"What's up?"

I pulled away and pulled out my phone.

"Aw man, break your phone again? Listen man, we'll buy you a new one. Hey, we should get unlimited texting this time! I.L.U.L8er."

He made the key pad motions with his hands.

"Do you know who Ten Ten is?"

He raised an eye brow. "No..."

I showed him a picture I had taken of the cast of Romeo and Juliet. I pointed at Ten Ten.

"Ah... OK? You like her?"

"No... but... I know someone who does..."

"I thought we agreed to keep rumors out of our-"

"No! It's... She had to go around five o' clock; her boyfriend was picking her up for archery."

"Oh, it's because she's ta-"

"What time did Neji leave here?"

"Uh, not long ago wh-"

"What time, Sasuke?"

"Jeez, I don't know!" he had started leaning away. Man, he wasn't going to get it.

"Was he in a red Honda?"

"Yeah..."

"Where'd he say he was going?"

"Home to dinner?"

"He lied."

"Stupid! He called his mom to ask if dinner was ready and then he said he'd be right over! You've got to-"

"He was picking up Ten Ten from-"

"You just said Ten Ten went with her boyfriend!"

"Well don't you get it?" I growled, "Who do you think her boyfriend is? Kiba even said-"

"How can you trust that imbecile? Can't you just ac-"

"I don't trust him, I trust my own two God damn eyes!"

I flipped open my phone.

I pointed to the person in the back of the picture.

"I took this on my way over."

He took the phone from me and stared hard at the picture.

He was getting the point.

He was seeing.

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Wahhhh, read Naruto chapter 384 today. Holy shit. I ran out of my room, ran into a wall, and called my friend the moment I finished, then read it four more times.

I can't get over the fact that there was a butt shot of Itachi and Sasuke.

I'm a little out of practice in this style of writing but I'll get back into the groove.

I'm curious: What does everyone think Sasuke will do after/if he beats Itachi? Man, I hope he helps Naruto and the rest in the fight against Tobi...

And Tobi and Sai were in the anime! How strange it was...

OK, that's all. Oh, and I recommend you all to taste Cheese Cake Hershey Kisses. It was weird but tasteful...