A Lover's Dozen

More Than Perfect.

I don't remember going to sleep. I don't remember anything at all. Nothing I want to remember anyway. I woke up to the faint humming of a voice and the splashing of water. I wanted to open my eyes. Oh how I wanted to. But I couldn't. My eyelids felt heavy and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold them up longer than I thought I could.

Faint hands touched my face and they were cool, it felt wonderful against my hot skin. The hands pulled at something and it slipped away from me. I opened my eyes, they didn't feel so heavy anymore.

"You really are an idiot" I smiled. Accidentally, smiled accidentally. The insult came as a soothing relief to my ears, I didn't hear him. Anyone but him. They noticed me smiling and raised a perfect brow. Everything about them was so perfect.

They sighed and rung the towel in a small tub thing, they replaced it on my forehead and sighed. I could tell that they where itching to know what I had been doing. What I had done.

They shift to sit them selves at the foot of the bed. She's trying to find the right words, I can tell, she does this thing with her hands, and her eyes dart around as if she's reading something and her mouth twitches to form words. She opens her mouth to speak, I wait eagerly but there's nothing.

I sit up, the blood drains from my head causing a dizzy sensation, she pushes me down with her hand. There's scowl on her face; she pulls cover over me some more and replaces the towel on my forehead. I look in her eyes, despite the fact she's scowling, her eyes ask a whole different question. I want to answer it so badly; I want to tell her everything. But I bite my tongue. Somehow I couldn't, it would spill out from my mouth one day, better late than never. But is it too late for never?

"I know" I say. That's the only thing I manage. My throat burns from screaming before. She turns her eyes away, I hope she understands. I fiddle with my shirt under the covers. She fiddles with her skirt, fixing her pleats; they looked perfectly fine to me. She was always so perfect. It made me think of how much of a screw up I am.

"I don't" was her whispered reply. I let my eyes slide close, relishing in the sensation of comfort. I so badly wanted to tell her. I wanted to yell and scream and tell her about everything. Absolutely everything. And I caught myself, opening my mouth, I nearly did it. I closed my mouth. She was waiting patiently for my answer. I couldn't give it to her.

She's looking at me with her green eyes. Her vibrant green eyes that seemed as light as grass but as brilliant as a fluoro highlighter. I couldn't say no to those eyes. Those where the eyes that I envied, those eyes told me that everything would be okay, those eyes that could tell if I lied.

Sakura waited, I couldn't stall much longer, she lips where pursed and she leant forward, she was obviously going to get something out of me. I looked away. I'm being draw in. The bed creaks as she shuffles herself closer.

I sit up in bed, she makes to push me down again, the same scowl on, but I stop her, telling her not to, she picks up the cloth that's fallen from my head. She retreats her hand. I tell her to come over and she does obediently. She sits next to me, I rethink my thought, is it really a good idea? I thought so. She was leaning close again, she was really eager to get something out of me.

I leaned in toward her too, I thought she would move away. But she didn't. Maybe she thought I was on going to whisper to her. I didn't know.

And.

I kissed her.

Not on the cheek or anything. But fully.

On the lips.

I kissed her. On the lips.

And at that moment, she understood. She understood everything, everything that I didn't want to say. She understood. I moved my arm around her head to pull us closer together. She shuffles even closer to me, shuffling ever so slowly toward me.

I pull her into my lap and we continue. I knew she wanted more. The way her hand sneaked to play with my hair, and the other on my chest and the way she would deliberately move to dig her hip into mine.

I opened my mouth and she wondered in. She was always dominant. She was an overpowering women, her motives were always planned out, her decisions final and she never did anything wrong.

We did this for a while. We did it as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. It couldn't be anything else than just friendship, it wouldn't work. And we've tested it. In year 7, the happiness lasted but we knew it had to end, we were better off friends. It was year 7, year 7 was stupid. Maybe her one mistake.

When we did break apart, she ended it with a simple kiss. We stayed with out lips connected, no tongue, no fumbling hands, no taking off of clothes. Nothing, just a simple kiss. I opened my eyes that I couldn't remember closing, her face was flushed pink the way it always did when we kissed.

I tucked her under the covers with me. She buried her head into the crook of my neck as I secured her position by pulling the blankets over the both of us. And there we stayed.

"I get it" she mumbled into my neck.

I'm glad, she was always smart. Perfectly smart, just like everything else of her. She comes close to Sasuke. Sasuke was just a perfect freak. Nothing more, nothing less.

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Because I Have An Opinion Too: This is still a Yaoi/Shounen ai. I find it surprising that people start to assume things just because something random happens. Thankyou to those reviewers that are positive. This will still be 'a SasuNaru' or whatever. I guess I totally forgot that authors have no opinion and that we only write to entertain. Sorry, this made me angry.

I haven't tricked anybody. I haven't screwed up anything. This will still be a Yaoi. A ShounenAi. There's a reason its 'Naruto and Sasuke' as main characters. People have put me off writing. Thanks alot guys.

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