High School Adolescence Ch 11
Itachi awoke sometime after midnight. He rolled onto his side and realized he wasn't alone. He looked at Kisame and blushed. He remembered how he had ended up in Kisame's bed but he was still embarrassed by how needy he had been. Kisame still had an arm curled around Itachi's waist and gave the Uchiha a light squeeze of comfort. Even in his sleep Kisame still felt it necessary to take care of Itachi.
Itachi lay back down and moved closer to Kisame. He had grown to like the older male more than he would have liked to admit. As he pressed his body closer to Kisame's he felt Kisame's arm curl tighter around him. Itachi smiled. He liked the feeling of security. Kisame moved closer to Itachi's face and gave Itachi a light kiss on the cheek. It was as if it was second nature to him. Like they had done this a billion times before.
Itachi was happy. Nobody had ever cared how he felt and last night a boy he barely knew took him into his arms and into his bed and held him in a comforting manner. Itachi couldn't have asked for more. He wondered if Kisame had feelings for him or if it was just like a person caring for a lost and scared puppy. Itachi frowned at the thought. He wanted this to be so much more but what if it wasn't? Itachi felt like his world had spun out on him.
He uncurled himself from Kisame's grip and slid quietly out of bed. He walked to the living room and lay down on the couch feeling cold and alone. Why did he assume that Kisame cared about him romantically just because he offered him comfort for the night? Itachi felt the first of his tears begin to slide down his cheeks. He felt hopeless. He tried to curl himself into a ball and disappear but it was no use.
Two strong arms wrapped around him from behind. They lifted him off the couch and against a strong muscular chest. "Itachi, why did you leave? Was it something I did? I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. You can sleep in my bed though. I won't touch you. I will stay as far on my side as possible." Kisame said. Itachi released his agony and sobbed brokenly. He wrapped his arms around Kisame's neck and clung to him for dear life.
Kisame was a bit confused. He held Itachi against him and tried to calm the younger boy. "It's not that Kisame. It's that I wanted you to like me. I don't want to be used or treated like a wounded animal. I can't take anymore comfort without strings. I need to be wanted and to be accepted for me." Itachi said unevenly. Kisame walked around and sat on the couch with Itachi on his lap. "I do like you Itachi." Kisame said not sure what Itachi meant exactly.
"No Kisame, I mean like me. Love me. Want and need me. No one does. My own parents don't really want me or need me or even really love me. They pretend to keep from being judged by society. Sasuke is the only one I care about that actually cares about me." Itachi sniffled. Kisame was shocked. How could no one love this boy? It was all too clear to Kisame. He did want and need Itachi. He did like Itachi and if he was truthful he had loved Itachi since the first day he had seen him.
"Itachi, I like you a lot. I want to say that I love you but I want it to be completely true when I say it. It hasn't been all that long since we met so I want to be clear about your feelings and mine. We are young. Sometimes love can be mistaken for infatuation or fascination. I want to be completely and utterly sure. So are you game?" Kisame asked. Itachi thought about it. He knew Kisame was right. It would hurt so much if Kisame said he loved him only to later tell him he didn't.
Itachi nodded. "Okay Kisame. I know what you mean. I wouldn't want either of us to rush it and find out we were wrong. I could say it and it would just be that I was lonely and upset. You could say it and it would be only that you felt obligated to say it to save my feelings. It makes sense." Itachi said not looking at Kisame but at the floor. Kisame head spun around. That wasn't what he had thought at all. Itachi had a very complex mind for someone so young.
Itachi stood up and grabbed Kisame's hand. He led him back to his bedroom and crawled into Kisame's bed. Kisame crawled back in bed too on the other side. Itachi slid over and lay against Kisame. Kisame wrapped his arms around Itachi and they settled in to go back to sleep. Itachi was out like a light in minutes whereas Kisame lay awake thinking about Itachi's words the rest of the night. He was dog tired the next morning.
Itachi asked him several times if he was okay. He answered the same every time. "Yes, I'm fine Itachi. I was just thinking about something last night." He said. Itachi frowned. "What were you thinking about? Was it something I did?" Itachi asked concerned. Kisame smiled. "No, it wasn't anything you did. I was just wondering what your favorite color was. That's all." Kisame said. Itachi deadpanned.
"You stayed awake all night because you wanted to know what my favorite color is?" Itachi asked incredulously. Kisame smiled and shrugged. "It's purple." Itachi said. Kisame grinned. "Purple huh? Okay. Thanks, Itachi." He said. Itachi shook his head. He was about to lose his mind over something so simple. Unless Kisame had lied and he was thinking about something else. Itachi walked into class deciding to ask Kisame about it later.
Deidara glared at his paper. Algebra was greek to him and he was sure that if he tried to answer any one of these questions his head would explode. He pushed the paper away and lay his head on his arm. He was ready for lunch already. Someone walked by his desk and grabbed his paper. He sat up to yell at them to leave it alone when a familiar red head came into view. Deidara looked at Sasori's lips by accident and the red head kissing him in the parking lot came back to him.
He blushed and sat back in his desk. "So brat, looks to me like you don't know your algebra." Sasori said with a grin. Deidara glared thinking if he could set Sasori on fire he would. "Just because you made me miss my bus and had to give me a ride home yesterday, un doesn't mean we are friends." Deidara said sarcastically. Sasori laughed. He was having such a good time messing with Deidara.
Deidara clenched his fists and was about to jump out of his seat and clock Sasori when Sasori grabbed his shoulders and kissed him again. Deidara struggled to get loose only to have Sasori deepen the kiss. The class room buzzed with excitement. The teacher arrived a moment later. "Sasori if you want to make out with someone do it on your own time. Meanwhile you can do me a favor and help some of the freshmen with their Algebra. They suck." The teacher said.
Sasori smiled at Deidara and turned to the teacher. "Sure thing. Let me take them to the library where I can talk to all of them at once." Sasori said. The teacher waved at him as if to say 'do what you have to but do it now' Sasori called them by name on the list and led them to the library. He hated being a teacher's aide but he knew it looked good on college apps. Deidara was among the group and glared at Sasori almost non stop.
Sasori found it hilarious. After class was over he grabbed Deidara's arm and pulled him to a small cubby hole. "Tell me you didn't like it when I kissed you." Sasori said. Deidara glared some more. "You're playing with me, un. I don't like it." Deidara said quietly. Sasori smiled. "What if I told you I was really attracted to you? If I asked you out what would you say?" Sasori asked. Deidara looked at him disbelieving. "That's not funny, un. It isn't nice to mess with people's emotions like that, un." Deidara said near tears.
Sasori leaned in and whispered into Deidara's ear. "I want you and only you. I was only playing with you yesterday but you have won me over. I am not playing with your emotions. I swear." Sasori said a little nervously. Deidara smiled. "You really like me un? You must because you look nervous, un." Deidara said trying to understand what was happening. He hugged Sasori and Sasori hugged the young blond back. Sasori kissed Deidara's neck. "Where do you want to take me out to, un?" Deidara asked. Sasori grinned. Deidara pushed him back away from him. "Are you thinking dirty again, un?" Sasori smiled wider.