Compulsive Notes:
Okay. Last update for the week. I wanna give a big thanks to mmm.kai.mmm, yukirain, Serenityofthematrix, stary202, and narutolovesme, for sticking by this story. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even bother posting new chapters! THIS IS NOT OVER. I'm not quite done yet. I'm sure I could pull a few more chapters out of my ass. OH! and my mom almost saw this story, what am i suppose to say "Yeah mom, I read and write gay porn..eheheh" NO!
And a big thanks to my friend Anna-Bear who gave me Itachi's death idea.
RIP Itachi.
It had been a long couple of days. Itachi had really set us back a few, but somewhere between the near suicide, and the nights full of close holding, and deep sobs, Sasuke understood what he had to do. How he had to let go of Itachi's life, and accept his death. And he did.
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"Sasuke, c'mon, let's go to the store."
"Hn."
We didn't go to the store often, well not together anyway. I turned to look at him in the car, after turning off the ignition.
"Stay here, 'kay?" I began to open the door when he grabbed my arm, his head limp against the head rest,
"Can you get me some cigarettes? Please?"
"No! Sasuke why-"
"Please!" The urgency sounded in his voice.
"O...okay." I sighed. I knew he enjoyed smoking just as much as I liked watching him. Which wasn't a lot, seeing as watching the one you love slowly drownding in a pool of nicotine, and tar, wasn't the best sight.
I got out and quickly gathered what we needed. It was late at night, so the store was pretty empty. The check out girl wore this ugly low cut top, her blond hair in a messy bun. She looked like she was one of those people who started sleeping around early in her life.
"It this is?" I had gone off in a daze thinking about what Sasuke's childhood must have been like, my eyes just happening to be locked on the name tag, hung loosely off her work vest, near the cleavage.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Listen bub, you aren't gonna find the answer in my boobs." I chuckled softly at the thought,
"Heh. I'm sorry, I'm gay."
"Yeah, that's what they all say."
"You don't believe me?"
"Not in the least."
"Okay then, I'll go get my boyfr-husband, then." I quickly paid, and ran outside. I don't know why I hadn't gotten the hang of saying husband yet, or why I was so set on proving to this slut that I was gay.
I opened up the door to the passenger side to find Sasuke, half asleep,
"C 'mere," I said exchanging him for the groceries. I pulling him outside the car,
"What do you want, Naruto?" He asked, exasperated.
"She doesn't believe you're my husband." She gave me a look of dis-believe, rolled her eyes, and put her hand on her hip,
"No, I don't." She hissed. Sasuke smiled and scratched the back of his head,
"Yeah, that's my husband." He said pointing to me with his thumb,
"Whatever. Prove it."
"Prove it, huh?" I challenged, she nodded, a bit more interested now.
"Narut-" I cut him off with a deep kiss, my tongue gliding across his, in a beautiful fashion. At first he was tense but as my tongue worked it's way around his mouth he relaxed and ran his fingers through my hair. I propped him up against the checkout stand behind him, deepening the kiss. One of his hands fell behind him to hold himself up, while the other explored my back side. I finally broke the kiss only leaving but a chain of saliva between our huffing mouths. I heard applause come from behind me, only to find there was more than just one check out girl, now.
There was now four, each aplauding, with mouthes wide open.
"I hadn't realized we were putting on a show." Sasuke laughed out.
"Me either."
"ENCORE!" One of the girls yelled,
"Fork over fifty bucks and we might take this a little farther." I slapped Sasuke's butt and laughed again.
"Naruto! I'm not a puppet. I'm going back to the car." He turned around and left.
"Go to him." Another girl said in a low tone.
"Yeah..." I turned around and made my exit,
"I'm just gonna go...thanks for the...whatever..." As I was about to walk though the opening door, I heard
"Lookit his cute butt, to bad he's gay." I laughed again as I made my way to the car.
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As I sat down in the drivers seat, I turned to Sasuke who had already lit the first cigarette, and was taking a nice long drag.
"Sorry for...um...molesting your tounge in the store."
"Are you kidding me? We haven't kissed like that since...before Itachi died. And as much as I love him," He took another drag, and grabbed my hand,
"I love you too, and miss you...and your super hot kisses." We both laughed. He pulled his hand away,
"Oh my god! What a rush! It make me just wanna...wanna" He looked around, then stabbed the ciggeret into his arm,
"Sasuke!" I said with horror, after taking it out his hand, and throwing it out the window,
"Fuck! That hurt!"
"No shit, Shurlock! What the hell did you do that for?"
"Something told me I should."
"Well, tell it to shut up." He reached over and kissed me, and I didn't even care he tasted like nicotine.
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Sasuke was back to his old self. The only times he would actually go crazy was when I was gone longer than an hour. And in the nights he was cry. But that's when I held him the closest.
And as much as Itachi ment to me...it's like his death was bringing us closer.
As if he wanted to die to make us stronger. The waves haddn't come to wash away Itachi's foot prints in Sasuke's beach...but...to a certain extent...they had mine.
I was letting go.
Not of Itachi, but of my own angush toword his death. I wasn't letting go of his will to get what he wanted, or his rare, room brightening smile. Nor his need to be a part of Sasuke's life. None of that.
I was letting go of the Hospital rooms.
The days when life was more hell than usual.
Letting go of the Itachi that had sent Sasuke into a downward spiral.
And accepting...learning to love...and forever miss...the Itachi that...died...
Okay, well this is certainly not the end. Because Sasuke's still not completely on track. Although, I could end it here...I love this story to much to let it go.
haha.
Don't worry still more to come.
