A/N: As I am lazy, I did not proofread this chapter particularly well... please point out the 532508 spelling errors that I'll only noticed after I've posted this T_T
Ah, I am so happy! I got 11 reviews last chapter - looks like my review count is up again! Because I'm awesomely OCD like that, I like to have a ratio of at least 10 reviews to 1 chapter... though I'm not gonna complain about more *innocentplz*
Oooh~ what could happen this chapter? Well, I think I'll open it up with some hallway cuteness...
Chapter 10
Naruto Point of View
When Monday finally rolled around, I was barely able to contain myself. I mean... this would be me and Sasuke's first day at school as... well, as 'boyfriends', I suppose, and I was nervous. I mean, yeah, it would be a secret and all, but... would it be awkward when I saw him? Would he wanna talk? Maybe not. Maybe we would just go about school like normal, but knowing that we were in a relationship... but wouldn't that make things weird? Or would it just make us feel kind of smug, knowing that we had a wonderful secret we couldn't tell anyone else? Guess I wouldn't find an answer until I actually saw him. I was was pretty apprehensive, to say the least.
I pulled up in the parking lot to find it packed, but nobody was in sight. I was always late on Monday, and I could never seem to correct that little flaw. Oh, well. Either way, it only meant that I'd missed an opportunity to come into contact with the solemn Uchiha.
Er, was it my solemn Uchiha? Hm. I rather liked that.
Homeroom and first period were boring. Homeroom consisted of reading, like it always did. First period, there was a documentary on migration because we had a sub. Wow, this day was already fantastic. However, when I got to second period, that's when things started getting interesting. Mr. Asuma decided to send me to another classroom to pick up papers, because the printer in his room was broken and the school hadn't gotten him a new one. That, in itself, wasn't really that interesting, I guess. What was interesting was the person I ran into in the hallway.
Yep, you guessed it. A dark-eyed bastard like no other named Uchiha Sasuke.
I barely had time to step out of the way when he rounded the corner, but fortunately, we managed to avoid another collision like the one in the grocery store. "What are you doing, you idiot?" he demanded. "Cutting class?"
"No!" I defended, already irritated. Was he still going to be annoying? Ugh. "I'm running an errand for Asuma! You're not cutting class, of course, are you? No, then you might make a B on a test, heaven forbid!" He stared at me for a long moment.
Finally, he muttered, "That was a really terrible comeback." I scowled.
"Yeah, well... anyway, what are you doing here?" I asked, tempted to stamp my foot. Damn Uchiha. Why had I been excited to see him again?
"Running an errand, just like you," he replied calmly. Suddenly, I noticed the way he was glancing from left to right suspiciously. What... was he trying to avoid my eyes? But... why? Or... ugh, I didn't know! Had I pissed him off or something, or—
Out of the blue, he breathed a sigh of... was that relief? What was that about? And then he jerked me forward and wrapped an arm around me, crushing my smaller form against his chest. I smelled tomatoes. Always tomatoes with him. Anyway, I suddenly remembered why I was excited to see him earlier. Mmm... Sasuke. I grinned; his embrace was warm and inviting, and I was still tired, considering it was still pretty early. He would probably make a really awesome pillow sometime. I'd have to try that out, if... hrm, naughty thoughts. Yeah.
"How was the rest of your weekend?" he asked, tilting his head upward so that he could rest his chin on top of my messy hair.
"Mmn... good," I answered, smiling to myself. And then a thought crossed my mind. "Sasuke!" I suddenly cried in a harsh whisper. "What happened to this," I jabbed him in the chest before jerking my thumb toward myself. "Being a secret? We're at school, dumbass!" I hated to admit it, but I sort of didn't want people to know about us, either. I mean, what would they think? I'd probably lose some friends, maybe even a lot of them! Why was he suddenly being so careless?
Seeming to ignore my protests, he just pushed me away slightly and smiled. "I'm glad it was good. So was mine, since you were kind enough to ask." He rolled his eyes. "And, stupid," he added, "we're in the middle of second period. Nobody's out here but you and me, relax." Oh, yeah. Guess he'd thought about that, and now that I realized it, I felt a little dumb. Right, everyone else was in class.
"Alright," I conceded. "As long as you're okay with this."
"Well... of course," he replied, sounding a little confused. "As long as nobody else knows, it's okay." He fixed me me with an odd look. "Are you not okay with it?"
"What?" I asked. "Well, of course I am, I just... if anybody did find out, you know... I'm not sure how it would go, 'kay?" I winced, sure he'd be glaring at me if I dared look up at him. Instead, all I heard was a heavy sigh.
"You're the one who asked me to..." he trailed off. Well, apparently he had trouble saying it, too. That made me feel better, for some weird reason. "To be your... uhh... boy... friend," he finished grandly. I almost smirked.
"I can't say it, either," I confessed. He grinned nervously.
"Yeah..."
A moment passed in silence, and finally I said, "Well, Asuma's gonna wonder where I am if I take too much longer, so..."
He hooked two fingers under my shirt collar, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. I inhaled sharply, but soon melted against him, pressing on my toes so that he didn't have to bend down so far. Man, I made it sound like he towered over me. Well, whatever, I didn't have time to be thinking about it; my mind was otherwise occupied, namely with the concept of Sasuke's smooth, pale lips.
He broke away all too soon. What? Aww, now I was disappointed. He winked slyly and began to turn. "I need to go, too. Seeya at lunch, dobe!" he called as he walked away in the direction I had come from. I watched him travel down the hall, a tiny spring to his step, which amused me to no end. Sasuke was... happy, it seemed. Happier than he'd been in a while, even if he still upheld his cool demeanor. I smiled to myself; it was because of me. That sounded selfish, but I also knew it was true. I made Sasuke happy, and he did the same for me. I just hoped that, when the time came, everyone else would be able to realize and accept it.
Well, damn. Way to kill my buzz, Sai. I'd been looking forward to lunch that day. This is, until Sai stopped me in the hallway to talk, which normally wouldn't be a problem. The issue today was, he decided to ask me why, exactly, I'd been kissing Sasuke in the hallway this morning. Frozen, I now stared into his cold eyes, wondering how on earth he could have known. "W-wha?" I stammered. He frowned.
"I saw you two on my way in. I was late because I had a dentist appointment, and I was just passing by when, to my horror, you're over there making out!"
"We weren't making out!" I denied, embarrassed. I was kinda angry, but then I remembered what poor Sai must be feeling... after all, he liked me, and I was off with another guy. So, now, he knew that even though I was definitely capable of... liking guys, I'd picked somebody else. It must be hell. "Look, Sai, man," I started, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I didn't mean for this to happen, but... I mean, Sasuke and I are sort of..."
"Together?" he offered.
"Yeah, we're together. And I'm really sorry..."
He nodded, and I noted the way his thin lips trembled very slightly, though I could tell that he was trying to repress it. He was doing a pretty damn good job, too; guess those years of having virtually no emotions payed off in situations like this? "It's... alright..." he murmured sadly.
"No, it's not," I disagreed, shaking my head. "You're hurt." The silent question was there; what could I do for him?
"Yeah, but I knew I would be," he replied. Now I was confused. "I actually... pushed Sasuke in your direction once," he muttered bitterly. My eyes widened in surprise.
"You... really?"
"Yeah," he laughed hollowly. "I can barely remember why. Something about how it made you happy." Aww... now that was just awesome. If I'd been in his position, I totally wouldn't have done anything like that. Sai was a really good guy.
I smiled warmly at him. "Thanks, Sai," I told him, patting his shoulder.
"Are you and Sasuke happy together?" he asked suddenly. I was caught a little off guard.
"Yeah, we are," I answered slowly. His eyes looked sad and distant, but his lips were twisted into a smile that was only half-fake. "Look, Sai," I said. "You're an amazing person." He grinned as I said that. "Someday, you're gonna find the perfect guy. Somebody much better than me. I mean, really, I've been kind of a little shit since all this Sasuke junk started," I laughed. "You're the best friend a guy could ask for, but you should move on." He nodded, seeming unsure, before smiling widely, still sad and a hollow look in his eyes.
"Thanks, Naruto," he said softly. I nodded; it was all I could think to do. After all, I knew he was terribly upset by this... but he was trying.
"Of course." Suddenly, a I remembered something. "Oh!" I cried. "Can you keep me and Sasuke's... 'thing' a secret?" I asked.
"Sure," he said as he turned toward the cafeteria, nodding. I smiled.
"Alright, thanks." We walked to lunch side-by-side. Things weren't back to normal, by any means... but we could pretend.
The rest of that day, as well as Tuesday and Wednesday, were pretty great overall. Sasuke and I flirted sneakily in the hallways, Ino and Shikamaru coupled out, and Kiba and Hinata got caught cutting class to hang out on the roof, which sort of shocked me – up until then, Hinata had been a model student. Hah, so Kiba was already corrupting her? Way to go, dog boy.
Sai and I rekindled the friendship the between us, albeit, it was pretty fragile. I had to be very careful about the way I acted around him and Sasuke at the some time; if I got a little too close to Sasuke, Sai would continue smiling and talking, but that distant look would be in his eyes, like Sai wasn't there anymore. He retreated inside himself so he wouldn't have to see, and what I got was a pale, skinny Sai-bot. I hoped that wouldn't be the case forever, but at the moment, that was simply the way things were, and I had to be careful of it.
Speaking of Sai, I relayed my encounter with him to Sasuke when he came to hang at my apartment that Monday afternoon. Sasuke was alright with it at first, but when he started noticing that people gave him not idolizing stares, but alienating ones, and saw the way that their whispers, poorly-hidden behind flat-palmed hands, were sufficiently lacking in giggles from the girls, but overflowing sneers from the guys, he began to get a little suspicious. I ensured him that Sai wouldn't have said anything, but secretly, I wasn't so sure. Was his contentment a facade? Did he tell others? I didn't think he was that kind of guy, but jealousy could make people do crazy things. Wait, what was I thinking? Sai was my friend! He even pushed me and Sasuke together! He wanted me to be happy.
...Right?
When, finally, I concluded that I couldn't ignore the issue any longer, I decided to confront him Thursday morning about it. These hostile confrontations needed to stop between the two of us, but this one couldn't be avoided. The day before had been rather odd for me, as well; weird looks and the like all around, except from my regular crowd. "Sai!" I called as I saw him crossing the parking lot in the chilly morning air. "Sai, let's talk!" He looked up, searching for the source of the voice, and, after catching my eye, he nodded, crossing the lot toward me.
"Look, Naruto, I think people are catching on to your... secret," he murmured, swallowing and glancing away awkwardly as he said it. "They're... talking."
I fixed him with a stare. "Did you tell anyone, Sai?" I asked,voice soft but tone firm. He shook his head vehemently.
"No! I promise, I didn't tell a soul... do you think anyone else saw you the other day?" he asked, scratching his chin in thought, just the way he did when he paused in the middle of a drawing. I shrugged uncertainly, looking at the pavement.
"I... dunno. What if someone did? And how big is the rumor?"
"Well, yesterday, it was only the people in our grade, but I don't know how far it'll spread by the end of toda-"
"Our whole grade?" I practically shrieked, attracting the attention of many students crossing the parking lot. I ducked my head, embarrassed, and continued in a whisper. "Our whole grade was talking, and nobody thought to tell us? You didn't think to tell us?"
He waved his hands defensively. "N-no, it's just that I was afraid of how you'd react, is all!" he insisted, shaking his head 'no'. I scowled.
"Damn it. There goes the 'keep it a secret' thing," I cursed, kicking the pavement in anger. "How the hell did we manage to mess it up only five freakin' days into it?" I asked the universe. It didn't seem to have an answer for me, because nothing changed. "Sasuke's gonna be so pissed..."
"I... wish I could help," Sai mumbled, glancing to the side awkwardly. "I just don't know how to reverse it."
"No, no," I sighed, tilting my head up and staring at the still-gray morning sky. "There's no point now. I'll talk to Sasuke, but... ask around, okay? See what people are saying. And make sure it doesn't spread anymore!" He nodded.
"Yeah, of course!"
I sighed again, relatively discouraged, but I looked up and gave him a small smile, anyway. "Thanks, Sai. I owe you another one." I was really in debt with this guy now; we needed to hang after school sometime so I could pay him back. If that was possible, that is; he'd done so much more than it would be fair to expect that nothing I could really do would make it equal.
"Don't worry about it," he told me, taking on an exaggerated New-Yorker accent. I smirked and turned, gesturing for him to follow me toward the school.
Now that I'd confirmed that a rumor about Sasuke and me was going around, I was really taking notice of the way people were talking. Either that, or it had just gotten worse; it seemed like everyone was giving me a skeptical glance as I passed them on the way to my locker. I was lucky enough to be at a school where people generally accepted the gay or bi population, and when somebody came out or was outed, it was a normal source of talk, but not to this extent. Could this all be because Sasuke was involved?
I was left in the dark until lunch. When I walked into the cafeteria, I made a beeline for Sasuke out of habit, who was crossing the spacious room alone, for once. As I neared him, there was practically a collective gasp from the junior student body. "Sasuke!" I called, ignoring them. He didn't reply; didn't even turn around! What was going on? "Sasuke, you okay?" I asked as I joined him at his side, finally catching up to him completely. He stopped suddenly and turned to glare at me.
"Get away from me," he commanded, voice sharp.
"I... what?"
"Get away! Leave me alone!" he commanded, shaking off the confused hand that I placed on his arm before retaking his stride and moving on without a second glance. I followed.
"Sasuke, what the hell is your problem?" I demanded, sufficiently pissed. There he goes, being his old bastard self again. Damn it! As soon as people start talking, he wants to toss me aside? Not on my watch! He didn't acknowledge my question. As he stepped into the lunch line, I moved behind him, glaring. Although the look surely didn't have the massive effect of the Uchiha Glare, I was hoping something would be accomplished. "Teme!" I practically shouted at him. A couple of heads turned toward us. "Look at me!"
"What?" he asked, short and biting.
"Whaddaya mean, 'what'? You know damn well what, bastard!" I raged as I grabbed a plastic tray. "People start talking, and you're just gonna throw me away? What, like trash? Like an old toy? Is it not fun to play anymore now that you got in trouble? Well that's just fucking great! Just fantastic! But you know what, Uchiha? You're not gonna get anywhere with that, because if you think you're gonna shake me off that easily, you—!"
His hand suddenly clamped over my mouth. "Shut. Up. Idiot!" he hissed, enunciating each word clearly. "You wanna scream at me? Fine. Not here. You're causing a scene, Naruto, and if you think that's the way to get me in a good mood, you're really, really confused." I glared but nodded, and he slowly took his hand away from my mouth, revealing my deep frown and slightly flushed cheeks. Well over half the cafeteria had been watching our little argument, and I just waved, not knowing what else to say. When they continued to stare, my frown deepened.
"Do you people not have anything better to do than watch us?" I asked. "It's lunch, talk to your friends or something, don't stare at other people." They all quickly turned back to their friends, the low murmur erupting into a flood of conversation laced with gossip and speculation. Freaking nosy people. I didn't fail to notice the dejected and grief-stricken faces of the Uchiha Sasuke Fan Club members, either.
I followed Sasuke to a mostly-empty table, and he stared at me for a long time, eyes holding a million confusing emotions that his face didn't show. Finally, he sighed. "Sorry," he muttered, casting his glance downward. "I didn't mean to act like that... but, you know, right?"
"That people... figured us out?" I asked, trying to be gentle. It must really suck to be him; he'd tried for so long to keep himself in the closet, and as soon as he'd allowed himself to have any freedom, his cover was totally blown. He nodded.
"Was it Sai?" he inquired, though he sounded like even he didn't really think the pale artist had done something so terrible. I shook my head.
"Nah, I asked him, and I trust him enough to believe it when he says no. Somebody else must've seen us." Sasuke nodded once more before folding his arms on the table and leaning forward, his black hair shifting as he dropped his head slightly and let out a long, quiet groan of frustration. I frowned, unsure how to comfort the boy next to me. Finally, I sighed and simply leaned against him, placing my head on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked, though his irritated tone lacked conviction. He sounded defeated more than anything else.
"Making you feel better, jerk," I told him sadly. "Because I know this isn't what you wanted."
He was silent for a long while, and we stayed like that, me leaning on his slumped form, my head on his shoulder and my hand placed on the table only inches from his, oblivious to the hundreds of eyes that were instantly on us. "Thank you," he finally whispered. "Though, now, there's no way we can pretend they were just rumors, dumbass." I detected a slight teasing tone in his voice, and I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked down to see a tiny smile on his lips. I kicked him under the table.
"Whatever, not like it would've worked anyway," I told him. He nodded, and a tiny laugh escaped him. I smiled, and we sat like that for a while, his eyes still on the table, my eyes on him, both of us with a ridiculous, out-of-place grin on our faces.
Suddenly, another voice interrupted our moment. "So, it's... true, then," Shikamaru asked, his sudden presence behind us causing us both to jump. We turned to see that he wasn't alone; Ino accompanied him on his arm, and Sakura, Kiba, Lee, and Hinata were also nearby. Sai wasn't with them, but as I looked around, I caught his gaze from the other side of the cafeteria. He waved awkwardly, and I nodded in reply before turning to my other friends.
"Yeah," Sasuke answered softly. "It's... er, true."
I was suddenly aware of the hurt expression on Sakura's face. "Naru...to?" she asked softly.
"Yeah?"
"You... you didn't tell me that... that you and Sasuke were..."
I could tell that her voice trembled not only with shock, but with repressed tears. I guess that... seeing your long-time crush with one of your best friends would sort of feel like the ultimate betrayal, huh? This was potentially even worse than it was with Sai. "Sakura... I... I didn't mean to," I choked out, trying to say so much more.
She stared at me for a long time, and the emptiness in her large green eyes cut me deeper than I though possible as she whispered the sad, lost words, "I know."
She suddenly gasped as a tear rolled down her cheek, and she ran off, escaping the cafeteria before I could see how sad she was. Sakura... was a good friend. And now I felt like shit.
"Ah... Sakura-san!" Lee called after her. "Sakura!" He took off after her, and I frowned, feeling guilty. It was usually me who comforted Sakura after she ran off... and I couldn't do that this time.
Ino broke the silence after a while. "Well, I guess... I guess this is great!" she said, her tone sounding nervous, though her words were sincere. "I'm really happy for you guys, but I have to say that it's a surprise."
Shikarmaru turned to her. "Are you serious?" he asked. "I totally saw this coming. That blond idiot has been mooning over Sasuke for weeks." When everyone, Sasuke and I included, jumped a little, he snorted. "Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that noticed!"
"Well... kind of," Hinata replied in her soft, tender voice. "Shikarmaru, you notice things that most people don't, anyway." He rolled his eyes but didn't say anymore, though I swore that I saw him mouth the word, 'honestly...'
"I'm... well, Naruto, you..."
I looked to Kiba, who had spoken next. "Yeah?" I asked.
"You're... a fag?" Then he smiled, coming up to punch me lightly on the shoulder.
"Hey!" I protested. "Don't be a jerk about it!" I knew he was only teasing, though.
"And I always knew about you, Uchiha," he muttered, turning his keen gaze on Sasuke.
"Huh?" the black-haired boy in question asked.
"Well, with a million girls on your tail all the time, I figured you either had to be a homo or just totally asexual!" Kiba then started laughing, and Ino, Shikamaru, and Hinata joined in. Slowly, I laughed too, grinning at Sasuke.
"That's the same thing I said!" I told my – wait, my? Guess that worked – grumpy Uchiha, and he just glowered.
"Shut up, dobe," he growled.
"So you guys are all cool with this?" I asked, a little amazed. They nodded.
"Of course."
"Yeah."
"No reason not to be."
"I just hope Sakura's okay..."
Ino's voiced concerns wiped the hopeful grin from my face. "Damn it!" I muttered. "Sakura!" Without another word to any of them, I stood up and made my way for the cafeteria door. As the hinges swung the wooden barrier closed behind me, I shifted my gaze from left to right. Seeing no sign of either Sakura or Lee, I simply turned to the left and headed in that direction down the hall.
Only a moment or two passed before I heard a soft sniffling sound and a soft, wavering voice. "Lee... he... I know he didn't mean to, but... to me, Sasuke was...!" Oh, God. Sakura was talking about me. I followed the sound and peeked my head around the corner, peering into the adjacent hall. Sakura was curled against the wall, he face buried in her tightly-drawn knees, and Lee was kneeling next to her, rubbing a circle on her back and hushing her gently.
"Sakura-sa—er, Sakura," he mumbled. "You... uhh... is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I slowly pulled my head back around the corner, hoping to remain unnoticed, and, despite my knowledge that it was sort of sleezy, continued to eavesdrop. I wanted to know how badly I'd hurt Sakura.
"N-nothing, Lee," she replied. "I just... it's not like I could have been with Sasuke anyway, since he's apparently g-ga...g..."
I couldn't blame her for choking on the word; it was sometimes even hard for me to say. Lee's voice sounded, soft but comforting. "Sakura... it'll be alright. You and Sasuke will be friends, which is more than you were before, and you're going to meet somebody... somebody amazing who will take your mind off that crush in an instant." I knew he was struggling not to say anything about how he was available – that's just the kind of thing Lee would normally do – and I smiled just a little. He was doing it right; getting through to Sakura, I mean. If he kept this up, she might finally see how perfect he was for her.
"Thank you... Lee..."
There was a soft shifting of clothes, and my curiosity got the better of me. I looked once more around the corner and was shocked but somewhat happy to see them in a tight embrace. Sakura would probably be alright, and she and Lee were much closer than they were before, thanks to this exchange. I grinned jut a little sadly, still feeling guilty for hurting Sakura, but glad that she had someone there to help her through it.
Sasuke Point of View
I dropped the two Aspirin on my tongue before taking a deep drink from my glass of water. Freaking AP history homework; it was giving me a headache. I glanced up at the clock – 9:02 p.m. - and sighed. I'd started the work almost an hour ago. I decided that I had officially reached 'Break Time'.
Or, I guess not.
At the very moment I'd fallen against the comfortable, plush sofa, which was oh so inviting... my stupid brother had to call me into the other room. Damn it. I pushed myself up with a groan, calling, "This better be quick!" As I entered the kitchen, I noticed that Itachi had an all-too-relaxed grin on his face – the fake kind. He was about to deliver some news he knew I wouldn't like. "What do you want?" I asked as I sat across the table from him, arms folded and gaze averted.
"Just wanted to see what was up. You haven't talked to me much recently – how are things between you and Naruto?" he asked, tone friendly but emtpy.
"Fine," I replied shortly. "We're together now." He already knew I was gay, didn't much matter if he knew Naruto and I were an item, too.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. A warm grin spread across his face. "That's really great, Sasuke."
"Hn."
A moment of silence passed between us. Finally, "Alright, Sasuke, there was another reason I called you in here."
"No shit?" I asked sarcastically, bending down to place my chin on the table and bury it in my crossed arms. He rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Look, I'm going to... I'm going to ask Deidara to marry me."
Wait, what? What... the fuck? He was... he was that serious about... about such a fucking... such a slut? Such a whore? No... it couldn't be true, he...
"No..."
He turned an apologetic, pleading gaze toward me. "Sasuke..."
I stood up quickly, jumping away from the table. "God damn it, you can't!" I shouted, pushing my chair in with much more force than necessary, rocking the table. "Don't!" With that, I turned and half-walked, half-ran to my room, slamming the door behind me.
I was helplessly weak. The dry sobs that wracked my body as I threw my fist against the wall left me feeling vulnerable and empty. He was really going to... to ask that horrible... horrible slut to marry him? Had I... let this happen? No, no I... but I couldn't help but feel like I should be able to stop this somehow. She was using him. She would break his heart, and I... I just... couldn't believe it. He was really that much of an idiot?
Why did this bother me so much, anyway? I mean, it was his own frigging problem, but... and... I sighed and dismissed the thought. There was too much on my plate as it was.
I mulled around in my room for a long time, a blank look on my face. I drifted back and forth from the window to my bed, simply sitting and staring and scowling as the thought of what was coming occasionally registered in my mind, instead of simply loomed just beyond of my grasp. Finally, at around ten, I came out of my daze. There was no way I could stay at my house. Without a second thought, I began to pack for Naruto's.
I threw my stuff together quickly and quietly and slipped out the back door without a problem – Itachi would figure it out eventually; telling him would only decrease my chances of getting away from all this crap. Thank God Itachi had done a shitty job parking and I'd had to park my car on the street – if it had been in the driveway, he would have heard it starting up. Thankfully, the distance between my car and my house made it unlikely that I'd be caught that much sooner.
I don't remember much about the drive, other than the fact that I was focusing every last ounce of my attention on not thinking of Itachi and Deidara. Somehow, I finally came to the apartment building, and I wasted no time in heading up the stairs, trudging down the hall to his door, and knocking loudly, not caring if I disturbed anybody with such a loud sound so late. I heard a, "Yeah, I'm coming!" called grumpily from inside, and Naruto opened the door a crack and peered out. His eyes widened in recognition, and, most likely, the expression on my face. I must have look pretty pissed off or upset or something, because he immediately let me in.
"Sasuke? God, didn't even give me a warning this time!" he complained as I intruded on his evening, throwing my stuff down and collapsing in the same spot on the couch that I'd claimed the last time I'd shown up here uninvited. He sat beside me. "What are you doing here? That's your bag... you're spending the night again?"
I turned to look at him and gave him a simple nod. "I don't know if I've ever told you this," I began, recalling my exact words from before, "but I fucking hate Deidara."
A/N: *gasp* Sasuke! Watch the language! lol, jkjk(;
OHNOES! THEY'VE BEEN OUTED! Ah, but it's okay, because everyone who has speaking roles seems to be alright with it ('cept Sai and Sakura, of course)
Ohoho... it's nighttime... and Sasuke's at Naruto's house... *pervyplz* what could come next?
I'm pretty sure that there'll only be two more chapters left... what? How am I gonna pull that off? There's so much to wrap up, and a whole arc that I haven't even jumped into yet (spoilersmuch?)! Ah, but I'll do it ;) never fear!
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