Author's Note: Here's a new update for you all, I hope you enjoy. Also since I can't reply to one of the guest reviewers I just wanted to say quickly that there is no actual reason for the threads being silver. I am aware the "fate threads" are meant to be red, but when I was writing I imagined them to be silver and virtually invisible, like a spider web I guess? I hope that doesn't bug you too much.

"N-Naruto?"

I looked over to see Hinata staring at me awkwardly, it was the same expression that she wore when she had confessed to me.

"What's up?" I asked, giving her a small smile for reassurance.

"You know your, um t-talent?" she asked tentatively. I nodded slowly. I had an idea as to where she was going with this question.

"I h-hate to ask, but is there a t-thread connecting me and K-Kiba?" she murmured, no longer looking at me with a blush staining her pale cheeks. I broke out into a grin, happy that my assumption was correct.

I grabbed her arm and linked us as we walked from the coffee shop to Chemistry.

"I thought you'd never ask," I replied cheerily.

I was stoked to finally get the chance to intervene in my idiot friend's hopeless love-life. I spent the next 15 minutes spilling all of Kiba's relentless gushing to the very unsuspecting Hyuuga.

I had actually paid attention in Chemistry for once. For once I wouldn't have to bother Hinata for the notes. Though I doubted she would have much time for me considering the fact that she would, hopefully, be too busy with Kiba to worry about my lack of attention now.

Class ended and I bid the shy girl good luck before heading off in the direction of the library. It was like a routine, I did it almost every day without even thinking about. But what else was I supposed to do during my break before Art?

Things in my life seemed to be looking up. I was surrounded by great friends (minus Sakura), my grades were improving, and nothing outwardly bad had happened in what felt like ages. Except I still couldn't shake this uneasy feeling for some reason. Regardless of much I tried to be happy, I couldn't.

Halfway to the library I noticed Sasuke sitting under a tree, surprisingly not reading. Instead he was sitting with a silver haired man that I had noticed him hang out with before. I didn't know his name, but it seemed that he was one of Sasuke's only friends. Or maybe not? Who cares, I sure didn't. Under other circumstances I would have gone over and pestered him, but we weren't friends.

I huffed, remembering all too freshly the last conversation we'd had. Idly wondering if I didn't have this ability, if I'd still be interested in Sasuke. I glanced back over to where he was sitting, a slight breeze was in the air, causing the hair framing his face to blow backward, and the sun was hitting him just right. The sunlight made his creamy pale complexion look like porcelain. Perfection. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a truly breathtaking sight. I sighed and looked forward again, knowing the answer to my unasked question. Yes, I probably would still be interested.

I walked into the library, noticing that the young librarian I usually talked with wasn't there. Instead a grey haired man was reclining in her usual seat at the front desk, his nose buried in what looked like a pornographic novel. I scrunched my nose at the shameless sight of him, before making my way to the tables in the back.

I pulled out my sketchbook, set out to finish my drawing that was due for Art. I was nearly finished with it. Our assignment was to to turn in a self-portrait, and it was probably my least favorite project thus far.

I shaded the portrait silently, completely unaware of the people surrounding me, or how much time had passed since I'd started drawing.

"You're Naruto right?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say. I looked up, surprised to say the very least to see who was standing above me. It was the guy that was with Sasuke earlier.

"Yeah…" I started, closing the sketchbook and giving the newcomer my undivided attention.

He gave me a shit eating grin and pulled the chair across from me out, plopping down into it loudly. Ignorant to the glares, he leaned forward on the table, his arms only inches from mine. I pulled back instinctively, but he didn't seem too fazed.

"Great, I'm Suigestu," he said, now folding his arms on the table.

"Okay, how can I help you Suigestu?" I asked. I didn't know what to make of the vibe that I was getting from Suigestu. I couldn't pinpoint if it was just playful mischief, or trouble. Either way I was wary of him. But curious nonetheless, I allowed him to elaborate.

"Hmm… I just wanted to meet you is all," he said.

"Okay why?" I asked.

"I've known about you for a while," Suigestu started, scratching his face. I wanted to ask how this man I was meeting for the first time knew me, but I didn't, not entirely sure that I would like the answer.

"My friend Sasuke talks about you a lot too," he finished, pushing the hair out of his face as he feigned annoyance. This, caught my interest. Because naturally, all matters concerning Sasuke did.

"What do you mean?" I baited, trying to sound bored. I didn't need this random guy to know just how happy I was to hear that Sasuke talked about me. Good or bad honestly.

Suigestu smiled wider, leaning even closer to me. I reigned in the emotions that were threatening to show on my face and raised an eyebrow at him. On the inside I felt like my heart was doing somersaults and butterflies were nesting in my stomach. I swallowed hard, regaining my composure finally.

"Anyways man, nice meeting you," Suigestu said, not answering my question as he stood to leave. I had more than just a few questions for the guy, but I didn't voice them. Instead offering him a curt wave before collecting my things and heading off to Art. A new series of Sasuke related thoughts entertaining my brain as I went.

I walked into the class, placed my assignment onto the desk, and went straight to my station. I was distracted, although that might have been an understatement. I didn't get much done by the time art was over. However when I was packing everything up I did notice that Sakura wasn't there. Had I not been so distracted maybe I would have noticed sooner that Sakura hadn't shown up to class. Honestly who knows.

I walked off to my dorm, thankful that the day was finally over. But not entirely content because my mind was reeling with unanswered questions. I resisted the urge to run all the way back. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to pick Shikamaru's brain, and then take a nice hot shower before I went to bed.

I burst through the door loudly, waking up the lazy genius in the process. He groaned in response, grumpily rubbing his tired eyes and sitting up slightly in his bed. I wasted no time in getting straight to the point with him.

"Shika?" I called, ignoring the glare he was giving me for being so rudely awoken.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. "What do you want Naruto?"

"A lot of things actually," I answered, chuckling lightly at the exasperated look that he was giving me.

"From me. What do you want from me?" he revised, shaking his head and sitting up further in bed, fully awake. Much to his displeasure.

"Right. Apparently, Sasuke has been talking about me to his friend, do you think…" I trailed off looking at the wall. "Do you think I should tell him about us?" I asked looking back over at him.

Shikamaru stared at me, the annoyance leaving his features as he considered my question. "He has friends?" he asked after a minute, a smirk replacing the frown he was previously sporting.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Now isn't the time for jokes Shikamaru! I'm serious," I whined.

"I think it is long overdue, but do what you want," he replied after a minute, sinking back down into the mattress and shutting his eyes.

I blinked at his resting form. What the hell did that mean? I wanted to hit him for not being more helpful, but I figured he had good reason for it. I mean at the end of the day it really was my decision. I just didn't want to do something stupid, and then in turn potentially ruin everything between Sasuke and me. Not that there was much to ruin in the first place. I stood up, shaking off my thoughts and heading into our shared bathroom. It was time for a shower, a very long shower.

Pondering what Shikamaru had said, I felt even more lost than before. I still couldn't work up the nerve to tell Sasuke the truth about my sight, and our destiny together. I wanted someone else to tell me what to do. I kept thinking about the lie that I had told him about soulmates. And I was beginning to believe that it was a sign I shouldn't do anything. But the thoughts of him were plaguing my mind. I felt like I was losing every shred of my sanity as the days went on. Basically, I needed to do something about the situation, and quickly.

I walked out of the restroom and into the dorm room, surprised to see Sakura sitting on my bed. I clutched the towel around my waist tighter, and shot Shikamaru a look. He shrugged, and I groaned, gaining the pink haired girl's attention.

"Naruto," she whispered, her voice wavering slightly. I quirked an eyebrow, but didn't respond, averting my attention to the puddle of water that was pooling at my feet.

"I'm sorry that I didn't believe you," she said, her voice lacking confidence. She sounded defeated. I continued to gaze at the carpeted floor, shifting my weight slightly.

"I found something out recently, and well, I am sorry I doubted you, that's all I wanted to say," she said, standing up and heading towards the door to leave the dorm.

"Wait," I called, lifting my eyes to meet hers. Slightly remorseful for the hope I found in her emerald orbs. "What did you find out?" I asked. I knew it was rude of me to ignore her apology, but I couldn't help it.

She winced and sighed, "It's not my business to tell, but I am really sorry I doubted you, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me," she finished, the door clicking as she made her way out.

I looked to Shikamaru for help, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. I figured that was his silent way of telling me to figure it out on my own.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Thanking the gods for a day free from classes, I peeled myself from my bed. Blearily gazing around the room. I noticed that Shikamaru had already left for the day, I wondered if he was with Temari or not.

I stood, walking over to my dresser and pulling out the first clothes that I could find, not at all concerned with how I looked. I pulled the orange v neck over my head, and put on the black lounge pants shortly after. I sprayed on some cologne and put on some lotion before heading out to wander around campus.

I wasn't really heading anywhere in particular, or going to see anyone in specific. I was just hoping that someone would find me along the way. I squinted in the sunlight, the action causing the pain in my head to worsen. I groaned slightly and rubbed at my temples, stopping to sit at a bench for a moment.

"Think too hard?" I heard an all too familiar voice ask from behind me.

"Something like that," I murmured, not bothering to deny the insult, or look at the bastard who'd said it.

Sasuke sat down on the bench next to me. We sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while, before he finally spoke.

"You know you should probably lay down, and put a cold washcloth over your eyes. It helps I used to get the worst migraines," he commented, the tiniest bit of concern washing over his features.

"Why do you care?" I retorted bitterly. I knew that writing off his kindness was a rude thing to do, especially considering how rare it was, but I couldn't help it. The resentment I felt from our last conversation was still there apparently.

Sasuke visibly tensed, but didn't respond. I wanted to rub it in his face that I was right, but realizing that his lack of care for me was nothing to brag about, I stayed silent.

"Come with me," he ordered, standing up and holding out a hand for me to grab. I stared at the limb wearily, I didn't know what to make of him honestly. Brushing away my doubts I took his pale hand in mine and let him drag me across campus and all the way down to the parking lot.

Sasuke stopped in front of a sleek, black, brand new Mercedes Benz. He pulled the keys out of his back pocket and got into the car. I followed suit, afraid to touch anything in the very expensive car. Why wasn't I surprised he drove something this nice?

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, sneaking a quick sideways glance at him.

"My apartment," he responded simply, as if that was normal.

"Why?" I asked, failing to keep the shock out of my voice.

"I'm going to take care of you."

"But we aren't friends," I challenged.

He shifted in his seat, keeping his dark eyes trained on the road. He clenched and unclenched his jaw, and I was entranced by the action, only noticing then how nice his bone structure was. When he finally spoke I was so caught off guard, I jumped.

"Naruto I," he looked over at me for a second, his eyes holding more emotions than I ever thought possible, especially for someone like him. He looked away, pulling up to an apartment building and driving into the back parking lot, taking his spot and parking before finally replying.

"We are friends."

I sat on Sasuke's couch awkwardly, my butt scooted all the way to the edge, and my back as straight as I could manage. I was having a hard time making myself feel at home, with all the sudden thoughts of what I'd like to do to Sasuke on this very couch entering my mind.

I listened to him shuffle around the kitchen while I looked around the room. His living room was simple, a black leather L-shaped couch, matching loveseat adjacent to that. An electric fire place with a large flat screen TV mounted above it. In front of the couch was a simple glass coffee table, and his carpet was pristine white.

I got up off the couch, the carpet outrageously soft against my bare feet. I wandered over to the large window that offered a pretty nice view. Once again finding myself consumed with very inappropriate thoughts of my new friend. Apparently I couldn't get a break. Sure Sasuke was perfect, but I never thought of him in that way before. So I guess it's only natural that as soon as he decides we're friends, my mind just has to complicate things.

"You okay?" Sasuke inquired, causing me to hit my head very hard against the window. Wonderful.

"Shit!" I yelled, grabbing my head which was now throbbing, and turning to see his smirking face. I noticed he had a washcloth and a cup of tea in his hands. I blushed slightly, he really was going to take care of me.

"Lay down," he ordered, pointing at his couch. The command did something weird to my stomach. Willing away the deepening of the flush on my face, I followed his orders.

"Are you…embarrassed?" he asked innocently as he stood above me.

I shook my head violently, my face only turning redder. He snickered quietly and put the cold cloth over my eyes. I felt the couch shift downwards by my feet and then strong hands lifted my legs. They were placed in something that could have only been Sasuke's lap. I was suddenly very thankful that my face was covered.

"Sasuke," I whispered, lifting the cloth off of my face. I wasn't sure how long it had been on, but it had been a while considering he was half asleep and the sun was setting.

"Hm?" he mumbled, eyes closed as he leaned against the side of his couch. I really wanted to kiss him, but thinking better of it, I averted my gaze to something less kissable.

"Thank you."

The ride back to school was uncomfortably silent. Mainly because I was having a hard time deciding whether or not I should tell Sasuke about his friend Suigestu coming to talk to me. Sasuke apparently also had something on his mind, since he appeared to be deep in thought.

By the time I had finally found my resolve and decided to tell him about Suigestu, we had pulled up in front of the University. His car was still running, essentially telling me that he had no intention of staying on campus, so I said one last thank you and headed off to the dormitory.

"Naruto where the hell were you?" Kiba asked as soon as I entered through the door. He had my cellphone in his hand, and he was laying on my bed.

"Shoes," I cringed, closing the door behind me as I went to sit at the desk between Shikamaru's and my bed. "Hey Shika," I greeted. He put up a hand to wave, but didn't lift his gaze from his phone.

"Okay they're off, now answer my question," Kiba huffed, sitting up to face me.

"I was hanging out with Sasuke, I forgot my phone and lost track of time, what's up?" I replied casually, pulling out my notebook to start some homework.

"Well while you were off gallivanting with your boyfriend I was having a panic attack," he said, oblivious to the tensing of my shoulders at Sasuke being referred to as my boyfriend.

"Why would you call him that?" I asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck and staring down at the foreign language that was Calculus.

"Seriously? You're going to ignore the important thing from that statement? I was joking Naruto, he's not your boyfriend. Now help me."

"Huh? What'd you need help with?" I asked looking over at him.

"Hinata asked if I like anyone!" he screamed, turning over to bury his head in my pillow. I rolled my eyes, seriously?

"Okay…so what's the problem?" I asked, genuinely unsure of why that was such a big deal.

"Naruto, are you freaking kidding me?" Kiba replied, blinking at me like I was the idiot.

"Kiba," I started, shaking my head and exhaling loudly. "Hinata likes you, so go ask her out and stop bothering me, I really need to get this done."

"Wait. She likes me?"

I nodded, no longer paying attention to the oblivious idiot that was dirtying up my clean sheets.

"Oh fuck. I'll see you later Naruto, I gotta go fix something," Kiba said, running from my room before I could respond.

"He really is stupid," Shikamaru commented, amusement clear in his voice.

I laughed loudly, shaking my head once again. "Yes he really is."