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Chapter Twelve: Love? Sounds French
"Your hands are really soft."
"Comes from years of playing, I suppose."
Silo smirked and playfully pulled my hand to the front of his crotch, "I bet their good for other things as well, eh?"
The blush that came on my face couldn't even be considered an act. Damn, I probably have recessive acting genes and they only decide to show up when I'm embarrassed out of my mind. Great, that's just freaking great.
I smile shakily and pull my hand out of Silo's grasp as planned. "I'm sure they could, but today's not the day to find those things out."
We're sitting at my baby grand piano. The sun's streaming through my white satin curtains and a light breeze tickle our faces. Silo situated himself so his chest was pressed to my back and his hands were placed on top of my poised ones. I can feel his heartbeat through his thin, white button up shirt he told me he was wearing. That's the most casual he's been around me.
"When's that day coming, Ru?" he whispered into my ear.
I leaned my head back against his shoulder and grinned, "Once you've mastered Flight of the Bumblebee, then it could come sooner."
"Could?" he pouted.
I smirked, "Fine. Possibly."
"Tch," hot lips pressed themselves against my exposed neck and lingered there for one... two... three seconds before pulling back. I could practically hear the smirk crawling onto his face. "It'll take me a year just to get through the first line of music."
"Then it's a good thing you have a prodigy for a teacher, hm?"
"Extremely good," Silo purred. "Can I at least get a kiss, oh prodigy of mine?"
My heart thumped loudly in my chest. Fuck. I was being so calm before too! And this was just one of the many kisses we'd be sharing on set... so calm down, Uzumaki. Stay with Haru and get through the scene. "Well... I suppose one kiss for motivation wouldn't hurt."
"Motivation," Silo curled his lips upwards—dammit, I loved it when he did that—and moved his face even closer until our noses were touching and our breaths mingled together. "That's what you'd call it."
"Anddddd cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!" Nigel shouted and my illusion of a perfect world where Sasuke and I were together faded. Just like that. I wanted to murder that man.
Jiraiya—either my life savior or my death—shot Nigel a glare. "You can't just cut them in the middle of their big moment!" Thank you, Jiraiya! You're off my kill list for the week!
"Pish, posh, Jira." Oh my God, he just called Jiraiya the forbidden word. He's going to die now. Nigel waved his hand flippantly and made his way over to Sasuke and me who had, sadly, broken apart and stood on opposite ends of the piano. "Boys, I have a question for you! A big question! Answer me truthfully, kay?"
"Umm... shoot?" I feel like I'm going to hate this question.
"Have you boys ever been in looooove before?"
I don't know what was scarier: The way Nigel's eyes turned into hearts after he said looooove or the fact that he asked us really personal questions. Okay, so it probably wasn't even that person (by Nigel's standards) but it was definitely unexpected. How are we supposed to take this? Is he saying our acting is so fake that even a child could see through us? Mental breakdown is coming forth from all these questions!
Sasuke—ever the quick one—was the first to break out of our stupor. "Pardon?" Great, he's as clueless as I am...
Nigel smiled and started to dance around the set like the madman that he was. "Love, my dearest Raven! The essence, the magic that keeps our hearts beating and our lives youthful! Love, love, love!" Right, we got you the first time you said that four-letter word. We don't need to hear it again. "I'm asking you two if you've ever been in love! Has your heart been shot out of the sky just from looking in their direction? Are your dreams captured and tormented with fantasies of you and your soul mate embracing? Does your heart nearly die just from hearing their name?"
Yes. Yes. Yes. Hell yes, it does. I'm just standing here, silent, heart pattering because Nigel's blatantly put out there everything I felt whenever I thought of he who shall not be named... Screw it. I'll say his name.
Sasuke Uchiha. My body gets like that—heart nearly dying and getting shot out of the sky, my mind being attacked with fantasies and ideas—all because of Sasuke Uchiha.
And I can't do a damn thing about it because Sasuke more or less hates me—or at the very least only sees me at a business partner stand point. He did tell me he cared a few days ago in the Hummer... and I guess that could mean something, but I've been convincing myself for a while that Sasuke's hated me so it's really hard to switch to that positive way of thinking, you know?
Anyways, Nigel's staring at both of us with sick expectancy but neither of us is willing to budge. I know why I'm not willing to speak up, but Sasuke? Normally this sort of question wouldn't even faze him. He'd answer it flippantly like he always does with the most vague words to use at his disposal.
Now, I'm not going to brag and say I'm an expert on Sasuke Psychology but I've lived with him long enough to notice when something has hit it's mark—and hard.
"Well... Nigel-san..." My voice starts to shake a little and my eyes want nothing more than to connect with Sasuke so my message is clear. But I don't want it to be clear. All these emotions are so confusing. "Um... I'm sort of—"
"I've been in love before."
One sentence had the power to make the room turn cold and quiet. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest towards Sasuke's confession. This time I let myself look at him through the corner of my eyes. His face was as expressionless as always but I knew him. I saw it in his eyes. There was pain. A small amount of it yet it was still there.
Nigel's head grew three times its normal size this day. "Yes! Yes! And what did it feel like? Explaaaaaiin your feelings!"
Sasuke took a hard swallow. I could practically hear it reverberating through my ears. "It was… terrifying."
Terrifying? That's not normally what someone would say about love, right? I mean, I know there are instances where your heart was broken so much that you fear to fall again but to call that terrifying? I looked over at Sasuke, truly looked at him, and I could practically see his heart grieving over what could be nightmares…
I wanted to hold him in my arms and kiss all his fears away.
Instead, I chickened out and did what any normal partner would do and placed a hand on his arm. I ignored his involuntary flinch. I didn't even look at him even though I could feel his heated gaze on me. Remain calm, Uzumaki. This is platonic, purely platonic. A simple show of support and nothing more…
I'm such a liar.
"Would you ever want to fall in love again?" Nigel asked in a less obnoxious tone (something I didn't think he was even possible of).
Sasuke looked from my hand, to me, and then to Nigel. The expression on his face… a shadow skimming his eyes, those onyx orbs I liked so much dulling to a mucky gray, a grim smile on his face… my heart broke. "No. I don't think I will."
My heart cracked. Pieces started to decay one by one and my grip on Sasuke's arm tightened slightly. I bit my lip from saying anything that could give away my feelings. Pretty much it's a given that I have no chance with Sasuke or at least, not in the way I want to have a chance with him. I'll admit it now. I have feelings for Sasuke—I probably always did. I just don't like admitting it (shocker). And now I've been inadvertently slapped in the face with the cold hard truth.
Sasuke Uchiha is forever off limits.
Nigel is on the verge of tears while Jiraiya is shooting me pitying looks. Fuck off, Jiraiya; I love you but just… not now… When I pull my hand away from Sasuke's arm I can feel him glancing at me but I still ignore his gaze.
If we locked eyes I would have broken down right there and then.
Nigel pulled out a little purple hankie he keeps around and dabbed his eyes dramatically. "Tortured love! Oh the tragedy of it all… I am terribly sorry, Raven."
"Don't be," don't shrug it off like you don't even care.
Nigel blows his nose and then turns towards me. Oh shit. Here we go. "And you, Kit?"
I scratch the back of my head awkwardly. "Well… I can't say I have been in love, because I honestly don't know. But… um… I do sort of… have someone… on my mind." I finish the rest of my sentence with my eyes glued to the floor and a blush creeping up my neck.
Way to play it cool, Uzumaki.
I look up in time to see Sasuke gazing off into no man's land and Nigel bouncing around on some new energy he must of scrounge up after he finished pitying us.
"What precious jewels I have found!" he exclaimed. "A love tainted and abused compared to the novice and innocent notions of the heart! Such wide spectrums! Such a chilling effect! This…" he turned to us and I think a part of me died right then. "This is the inspiration I've been waiting for! The next bump on the step towards a killer hit! Raven, Kit, lend me your ears!"
"You've had them for the past five minutes, Nigel-san." I mutter.
However, Nigel still beckoned us over with his haphazardly flopping hands. Sasuke and I merely glanced at one another until we both took simultaneous steps towards our whack job of a director.
"My dearest boys, I have a mission for you! Only if you choose to accept! And let me remind you objection is never an option!" he crouched down and we kind of stood there awkwardly until we got on our knees with him. "I want you two… Raven—cold exterior but heartthrob of Japan—and Kit—hyperactive and loving blond for the world—to find your agápe!"
"Bless you?" My eyebrow shot to my hairline. I know Nigel is crazy but to make up words on the spot?
Wait… should I really be that surprised?
"Thank you! I appreciate your blessings, Kit! But allow me to explain, allow me to explain! Agápe is Greek and comes from a different form of love; a selfless, completely devoted variation to the ever rainbow spectrum of love! So I want you two, Kit, Raven, my beauties, to find your agápe. Find someone who can fill in the holes left on the ends of the ropes!"
It took a while for us to actually process what Nigel told us. In conclusion, I could calmly come up with the fact that Nigel was telling us flamboyantly to go out and find love… A selfless, completely devoted love—our agápe. And honestly, I'm a little mad. I'm all up for going out there and finding your creative muse of inspiration but to tell someone they have to fall in love? You can't force feelings on people and you certainly can't force them to grow feelings!
Not when your feelings are already so turbulent around one certain raven that you're fairly certain you're either falling for him fast or your face has already hit the pavement and the pain hasn't registered yet.
"Nigel," Jiraiya took a warning step forward and rested his hand on Nigel's shoulder. Yes. Talk some sense into this loony! "I understand your need for artistic inspiration but isn't this going a far bit… extreme?" Yes! Preach it! "You can't expect Raven and Kit to simply go out there and pick whomever they wish to fraternize with. Think of the consequences!"
"Oh, see here! I have been thinking, Jira! Oh I have! I've been thinking about this for many moons and many sunrises!" Nigel jumped up from his crouched position and started to tap dance around the set. I am not kidding… he tap-danced. It was maddening. "I don't want my little beauties to fall in love with normal everyday people on the streets! The controversy would be extravagantly unneeded. Fun," he added with a point to Jiraya's nose, "but not needed. So I've devised a little plan, so to speak."
"A plan?" Sasuke's voice was rigid and crisp. That was his angry voice. His angry voice always made me shrink a little.
"Yes!" Nigel's eyes sparkled like mine do when I stare at mountains of ramen for my birthday. "Raven, Kit, I want you two to get close… very close—as close as humanely possible until your hearts intertwine and your minds are forever connected! Do not just fall in love with just Haru and Silo! Fall for the actor, the person behind the script and the words!"
I think the whole room dropped about thirty degrees after that. My heart certainly froze over. I was full convinced Nigel had fallen off his damn rocker and was now scratching his butt all around the rug. He wasn't joking, you could tell it in his face. He literally wanted us to fall for one another! Granted, I'm already half way there but Sasuke? Teme already admitted to being in love once and hating it. Why would he try his chance again with someone like me? Someone who does nothing but irritate him and annoy him couldn't possibly be the one he thinks about day in and day out…
I can't be. And it kills me. And it irks me to think that Nigel could be so pigheaded to even assume that he could force something that I've wanted for months now to happen. My blood is beginning to boil. I clench and unclench my fists. For the first time in a year I'm getting the urge to go over there and snap Nigel's neck in half.
"Seguchi-san… I love your enthusiasm. I really do but your selfish ways? I can't respect that at all." I don't know how I'm keeping my voice so calmed and level. I thought it'd be cracking by now from sadness and overwhelming anger. "You can't force to people to love each other! Not like this! Raven and I can find another way to get into this emotion and it won't be through cheap and absolutely manipulative methods like this. Now, if you wouldn't mind—even though I wouldn't care—I'm done for the day. Have a nice night."
I turned around on my heel and marched right out of that studio, never looking back. The thoughts hit me like anchors, weighing me down the realization that I could be jeopardizing my work and career—and I was. But I didn't care. My heart was aching and bleeding and crying out for release. Release… release… I need release…
Shakily, I shoved my hands in my pocket, pulled out my cell phone, and dialed speed number one.
"Hello." Gaara never added a questioning tone when he answered me anymore. It was always a statement. And I kind of liked that.
"Hey buddy… I kind of need some heavy tension relief…" I looked at my watch, a quarter to four. Club Cosmos would be closed now but Pein lived on a private apartment complex right above the club. He'd be there. "Meet me at Pein's house in like… fifteen minutes?"
"I'll be there in ten." And then the line cut off.
That's also something I like about Gaara. He doesn't question me.
Now I'll just have to call Kiba… who does nothing but question me.
Gotta love friends.
+MAXED-OUT+
Three cups of hot chocolate and two hours later and I felt rather stress-free. Pein, Gaara, and Kiba all shared their thoughts and opinions about how much of a whack job Nigel was and more than once a couple of death threats were thrown into the pile.
"Lunatics like him should die a slow death," Gaara added in listlessly, playing around with a chocolate stick of pocky. "Say the word and he's gone."
He wasn't bluffing either.
"Dude! I've got connections!" Kiba added in. "I can get that guy out of showbiz faster than you can rap." Have I mentioned I'm a pretty beast rapper? I learned from the best Killer Bee while I was in the country that shall not be named and it sort of became one of my many redeeming qualities.
Pein was ever the calm and levelheaded one of the group and cut Gaara and Kiba's ideas short. "Fascinating, and very tempting, but no. Naruto, I understand the reason for your outburst but tomorrow morning after you're done mulling you will go back there and apologize to Nigel. And then you'll try to reason with him. Understood?"
"Fucking crystal," I muttered. My chin was making love to Pein's coffee table and it felt mighty awkward to talk like this.
"Are you shitting me, Pein? Naruto shouldn't apologize for Nigel's stupidity! The man already knew about Uchiha's fucked up love life! And he sure as hell isn't aware of Naruto's feelings so he's in the wrong! If anything Nigel should be the one on his hands on knees kissing feet!"
And this is why I love Kiba. His flair of dramatics always seems to be on my side for everything.
"For once I agree with the mutt," Gaara admitted.
I take another sip of my hot chocolate and mull over everything. I had two-thirds of the vote saying I should go in there and beg for forgiveness, and one-third saying I should suck it all up, apologize, and get back to work. The devil on my shoulder was obviously rooting for the two-thirds but I have my pride, and an angel on my shoulder, willing me to go with Pein. He was sensible and older and knew a lot about handling with others. I trusted his opinion, just like I trusted Gaara's and Kiba's opinions… when they weren't being so hotheaded.
"Pein…" one more sip of this hot chocolate so I know I'm not that insane, "you know I hate it when you sound sensible. Makes me all… compassionate."
Pein just smirked and clocked me on the head, that orange-haired loving prick. "Naruto, you were always compassionate. Don't try to lie."
"True story," Kiba hoisted his cup in the air and Gaara happened to follow suit.
Damn. Now I can't portray the bad boy blow up look I was aiming for. What a shame.
I'm about to open my mouth to protest like I normally would but I was cut off by a vibration in my pants. It was most likely from either Jiraiya or Kyuubi, both wanting to skin my ass for my behavior. Only when I pulled out my phone… it was Sasuke.
Sasuke Uchiha. Texting me. Oh dear.
"Naruto?" Gaara shot me a confused look, probably because I was frozen with fear and shock and so much other gunk I could barely function, and rested a hand on my knee. "Everything alright."
From Teme: We need to talk. I'll be waiting in our room.
"Y-Yeah… I'm okay." Slipping my phone back into my pocket I jump up from the group and nearly bolt to the door. "Just got a text saying I need to head back to the Penthouse or else I'll forever be walking like a gimp! Pray for me guys!"
"May the odds be ever in your favor, bro!" Kiba giggled like what he said was some hilarious gift from God. Um. No. I've heard that numerous times all over the place. But I applaud you for quotation placement.
+MAXED-OUT+
When I entered my room, I kind of felt like I was in one of those gangsta movies where the thug enters his bosses throne room and all you see is the back of the King Ping's chair. Only Sasuke gave me his full frontal view showing me all of… nothing. He wore his normal expressionless mask, which I shouldn't be surprised about, but somehow it makes the hammering in my chest increase ten-fold.
"You texted?" act casual, Uzumaki. Make it seem like what happened today does not affect you. Play it chill like an ice cube.
"Hn." Dammit, one word syllables. He's beyond pissed.
I sighed for what had to be the millionth time tonight and slowly made my way to my bed. Sasuke was sitting on his chair at his little work desk, eyes following me all the way. "If you want to bitch at me for earlier, go ahead, but I don't feel sorry. Nigel was out of line."
Sasuke actually smirked, albeit a small one. Maybe he heard what Jiraiya was planning to do to me and was laughing over my emanate death. "That wasn't on my mind considering I was going to do the same thing. You were just louder."
"O-Oh…" that was definitely unexpected. Way to throw me for the fucking loop, Uchiha. "So… um…"
"I actually wanted to ask you something."
My eyes shot up at that. This one of the first times Sasuke actually showed… interest… in me. My heart was on the verge of collapsing again. His eyes looked so sincere and… stuff. I can't explain it, but at that moment I felt like we could stay up all night simply spilling out our secrets to one another.
"Lay it on me then."
"Earlier you said you have someone in mind but you're not in love… Is it someone I know?"
It's you. It's always been you. Every time I see you I want to punch you and then kiss the pain away and then fall into your arms. I'm so jealous of the way people just seem to flock to you but all you do is push them away. Sometimes I feel extremely special when you take the time to address me, to acknowledge me. When we create music I feel a bond that I know no one else can have. Music is the only thing that keeps us together. It makes us closer—a unit. And… I… I'm falling for you. I'm falling so damn hard and I can't even go on.
Yeah, that would be great to say if I were an idiot.
"Nope. Of course not."
Sasuke stares at me… long and hard… that same gaze that always seems to pierce me where it kills. "Hm."
And all I get is a 'Hm'.
Hide your disappointment, Uzumaki. Just hide it all under the millions of trash bags you've got piling up in your heart. "Is that all you wanted?"
"No. Not really."
"Well then…?"
He shrugged. "I'm waiting for your normal idiotic outburst that ruins our small and short serious moments."
Awww… he said our moments. It's a sign…
That I've gone insane.
"Hey now. I'm none to be a very sentimental and serious-minded person when needed to," I wag a finger at him that he just rolls his eyes at. Great. He doesn't take me seriously… oh well. "Ask as many questions as you like, but I'll warn you now I expect that I can do the same thing."
He cocked an amused eyebrow. "What makes you think I'll play fair?"
I shrugged, "I just do. I don't really need a reason, do I?"
"No… I suppose you don't."
"Good. Now ask. My attention span has been known to wane if you're not careful."
"Good to know," oh sarcasm. I love it when he does that. "If you've never been in love before, how do you get all those emotions into our songs? Lyric writing comes best from experience but… you don't have any. No offense." Well at least he has some morality.
I lean back against the wall and idly drum my fingers on my knee. I could say a lot about that question, actually. There were instances where I thought I did find that stupid agape, agápe, grape… whatever. My selfless, unconditional love of sorts, I guess you could call it… were my mind going haywire at the prospect that someone was truly interested in me. That wasn't love. It was only a misguided affection… one I lead blindly.
"I guess…" I start off slowly, "it's my imagination that does all the work. I can sort of place myself in a person's shoes and try to come up with an idea of that… love. I guess. To me, I think of racing hearts and really, really distracting thoughts whenever you would think of that person. I guess you could call that a crush to but the feelings are more… intense." I scratched the back of my head nervously. Did that sound coherent? No…? Dammit.
Uchiha nodded after what seemed to be hours and sifted a little in his chair. I wish he'd come over here and sit next to me. That'd be nice. "I'm going to assume you think of person who shall not be named, right?" don't smirk like that. Like we're sharing some dirty little secret when you are the secret and… this just screws up everything that's logical.
Until recently? No. I normally made up things I saw from The Notebook or The Titanic. Now I think about you every time a lyric comes into my head. It's pretty bad. I shrug carelessly. "Not necessarily. I use a lot of things for inspiration."
"And Nigel wants us to find our agápe by falling in love with one another." He snorted at the ridiculous conception. Granted I found the idea ludicrous as well but I wouldn't snort at it like it's impossible or anything. "He didn't even listen to me…"
"Speaking of that," I lean forward, because I'm rather interested to learn how tormented my little crush of a partner must be. "I've answered your questions, here comes mine."
"Who said I was done interrogating you?"
"I do. And we're moving on!" ha! Eat that, Sasuke! "I know I'm probably the last person you'll ever tell this too but, you know, I'm a pretty trustworthy guy! Also we've been living together for the past like, what, three years? Maybe even longer; I think that gives me some leeway for your trust, right?"
"You'd think that wouldn't you…" Sasuke shakes his head at me, muttering something under his breath I can't understand. What? Is me trying to be civil and responsible so unheard of in this day and age? I'll have you know that… I'm really not that surprised by his reaction.
Moving right along.
"Well I'm right."
"You are."
Oh, acceptance. This is new.
"So will you tell me?"
"Will you tell me about America?"
Low blow, Uchiha.
I scowl and hold my ground. "That's a totally different subject matter, Uchiha."
Sasuke shrugged. "You asked if I could be honest with you, I was simply hoping for the same attitude in return."
"Well screw you. America's off the table. Now can I ask you my question?"
I could tell I must be close—or I already have—popped a blood vessel in Sasuke's head. He's already twitching. Ha. I love it when he twitches.
"Hn."
I hate it when he goes to monosyllables to piss me off, though.
"Kay. So you're experience with love. You said it was terrifying. What in the world made it so… sucky?"
Fuck my lack of words even though I'm supposed to be a songwriter. Words should come naturally. However, right now in our spacious, barely lit room I can't find anything to say to take away the immense amount of pain I see come over Sasuke's face. I felt like someone had walked over and punched me in the gut—hard. I can't even explain it. Sasuke rarely shows emotion… and this? This was out of my world.
After a few seconds he seemed to slip on his mask, but I wasn't stupid. I could still see all the insecurity in his eyes. "I was stupid. Fell in love with the person. And they only ended up leaving me feeling idiotic and used in the end. The end."
I swallowed. "That's a lovely story. Loved the detail."
A shaky smirk played across Sasuke's face. "You asked."
"Yeah. I know. I didn't expect a novel but I didn't expect you to answer me that way, either."
"Was I not vague enough?" Dammit, why are you so amused? Uncock that eyebrow now! Is uncock even a word? Most likely it's not.
"No. No. I pretty much got the gist of it and I won't pry. But I will tell you you're incredibly stupid if you're going to let something that—may I remind you, is completely vague to me—get in the way of you finding love again." Whether it is some lucky bitch that gets you instead of me.
Oh, another twitch. "It's not that easy." Sasuke hissed.
I recoiled slightly. Sasuke and animosity were not things to mess with. "I know. I know. Okay, I don't know but what I do know is that yeah, life is tough. And sure, when you're in love everything hits you ten times harder, but to sulk about it for years? That's stupid. Don't let one person's mistake effect you for the rest of your life. Honestly Uchiha, I thought you were better at this. What happened to the guy who let no one else's shit gets in your way?"
"Nothing," there's a bitter edge to his voice, and I know beneath those words he's starting to see things my way. And inside I beam a little. Sasuke Uchiha… actually listening to what I have to say. I like it. "You're surprisingly smart."
I scoff. I take that more as a compliment than an insult. "And you're surprisingly dumb. Glad we got the obvious out of the way."
He snorted and got up from the chair. I thought that meant we were done with our little moment but instead he didn't go for the door… he came for me. Who was sitting on my bed. Perched against my wall. He was coming to sit next to me… on said bed. And… I can't even…
Our shoulders barely touch, and our hands are just inches away—inches. My fingers are curling to touch his; they're threatening to fall off if they don't.
"Apologize to Nigel tomorrow," Sasuke warns me trying to look stern but positively failing. He's smirking, which in Uchiha World means he's smiling.
"Maybe," I smile right back.
"You're so childish…"
I smile even wider, "It's what Japan loves about me."
Sasuke rolled his eyes, "If that makes you sleep easier…"
You curling up against me would scare all my nightmares away.
"It's a wonderful thing to suck on." I admit playfully.
We sort of sat like that for the next couple of hours, talking about random stuff that didn't even make sense half of the time. We debated about a lot of things were never brought up before: like what type of sandwich was perfect for any occasion and who had the craziest fan encounters. Sasuke won with the story about a fan sneaking into his bathtub and refusing to leave until he signed her everywhere.
I didn't even try holding back my laughter. "A-Are you serious?"
Sasuke had his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth as the obviously unpleasant memories killed his brain cells. "Do you think I'd lie about something like that? That's why I bolt every place with a door. And I even walk around with a stun gun before taking a shower…"
My eyes bulged out of my head, tears awkwardly streaming down my eyes from laughing so hard. "Okay. This proves every clue I had towards you being psychotic. You don't have to go that far!"
He shot a glare at me. "If you saw what I saw that day, you'd go that far."
Point taken.
After that our bodies somehow got closer to each other. Our shoulders now touched and I was so tired I used Sasuke's shoulder as a pillow. Purely platonic I assure you. Even though Sasuke didn't move his shoulder from my head… so either he's as tired as I am or just doesn't care. Either way I don't care.
"Agápe huh?" Sasuke muttered quietly.
"Bless you," I yawned.
"Baka."
"Jackass."
"Dobe."
"Teme."
"We're never going to fine…" a yawn, "that… agápe like this."
"That's…" I yawned again, "fine…" 'Unconsciously' I turned my body a little bit to the left for 'comfortable' purposes. "Tomorrow's a new day, right?"
"Sure…"
Sasuke's eyes dripped close and shortly after mine did too. I'm not too sure what just happened to us in the small amount of hours we spent together in our room. But… whatever it was… led me to fall asleep with my head on Sasuke's shoulder.
And trust me… I'm not complaining about that one bit.
I have this screen shot saved on my computer of the six types of love according to Greek. I wanted to turn those types of love into mini-stories connected through out the series. Probably for Fictionpress or a oneshot collection on Fanfiction. That idea is still fresh in my mind. HOWEVERRRRR. I wanted to use a word from there sooo badly that I couldn't resist using the word agápe (;
So. Um. In conclusion... Uh... Dang it. I can't think of anything funny to say. Must be because it's almost 10:30 here and my brain shuts off at nights. Derp.
