Thanks for all the reviews! I know you guys don't really care but junior year is kicking my ass. Literally it was ACT and two essays last week, SAT and five tests this week, and this glorious week is AP testing. Shoot me now! Anywho on with the story. Just want to give some thankyas ;)
Waking Up to Reality, SexyBVirgo, Apollymi28, Alexandra'sChan, Fangirl, Tall Chai Latte, Shiroxcat, myhLum, T-Tforhappy, ainman8755, and unkown—seriously thanks so much for reviewing! It really gets my butt in gear and makes me write, not to mention I grin like a fool every time I get one
Also Shiroxcat: I know what you mean about the friends being their own separate character. I tried hard to make it seem like that so thanks for noticing. Now regarding your actual question, haha honestly I forgot about all those Sasusaku fics. Long story short I loved the show Naruto from the beginning, but I was an oblivious girl who didn't appreciate yaoi. So, I did what I do in all books/shows/movies and find pairs and since I didn't do yaoi that pretty much left Sakura for Sasuke because I loved Sasuke and needed to pair him with someone. I wasn't a huge fan of Sakura but I wanted to read fanfics with Sasuke and the biggest fanbase (malexfemale wise is Sasusaku). As the show progressed I realized how perfect Sasuke and Naruto were together so even though I didn't like yaoi I decided to test the waters and read some fics. Needless to say after reading some fics, I fell in love with this pairing. I liked it so much that now most of my fav pairings are yaoi. And now I find I can't stand Sasusaku for the most part. Sakura is kind of a bitch and as far as I see it she should leave Sasuke alone so he and Naruto can get together. Okay wow, that wasn't short at all. Sorry I kind of ranted. Lol well I hope this answers your question.
Chapter 13: When Shit Hits the Fan
My stomach dropped like a sack of potatoes and my body went rigid as the voice of the devil spoke. A shudder ran through my frame and my nails bit painfully into my palms as I clenched my fists tight. It took everything not to whirl around and start cussing him out…that fucktard would just enjoy it. He was a messed up asshole.
"It is you, dickless!" His voice was sickly polite. My teeth mashed together at the goddamned nickname. And here I thought dobe was insulting…Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Kiba was shooting daggers with his eyes at him, and I could feel Shika's displeased gaze on my face. With a grimace, I slowly turned. I was momentarily stunned when I saw him. It has been about a year I think since I last laid eyes on him. He looked almost the same as I remembered. Short dark hair, equally dark eyes, flawlessly pale skin (though not as godlike as Sasuke's), and decked out in black skinny jeans and a long sleeved, tight shirt with the sleeves pushed up.
Now if I could pause this moment I would do one of two things: I would start laughing my ass off at how un-fucking-believable my luck is because it seriously seems to have no bounds in how bad it is, or I would start screaming profanities at whatever almighty being that seemed to fucking like seeing me in pain. But since I can't freeze time and I spent a good few seconds thinking about what I would do if I could, I stared blankly (because I'm still slightly in shock that this grade-A jackass is here) albeit very angrily as he approached me. A growled warning came from Kiba as Sai came closer and closer. When he was only two steps away, my stomach curled in disgust at the close proximity between me and him and I unconsciously stepped back. This action made him pause and he stood and stared at me.
"Damn babe, you look hot~" He cooed, his eyes trailing over my figure hungrily. Ugh gross. Excuse me while I swallow the bile that rose in my throat. God, I don't know if it's his vulgar words or his fake smile that makes me want to heave all over him. A sharp retort was on the tip of my tongue, but instead I snapped, "What the fuck do you want?". My voice wavered unintentionally as my anger overwhelmed me. I glared into his dark eyes that were void of emotion yet seemed to harbor malicious intent. Mark my words, one day it'll come up on facebook or something. You know how people guess about closet gays and then say oh yeah in five to ten years just wait and you'll see. Well in five to ten years it will come out that Sai is the fucking devil.
"I saw you from across the room and had to come say hello. I missed you so much, you know." I held back a bark of humorless laughter. He probably missed me like a hole in the head. I glared at Sai. "Did you dress up for someone special? You look delicious tonight." He said in a voice that I think he thought was sexy. Ew. Gross. I just barfed a little in my mouth.
"First of all, you fake son of a bitch, please return to whatever shit hole you crawled out of to come here. And secondly I didn't dress up special for anyone, least of all you!" Okay well maybe I kind of dressed up for Sasuke so he would look at me and fall head over heels and feel terrible he said those things and come beg for my forgiveness (okay well maybe not all that…but a guy can dream right?). But Sai does not need to know about Sasuke. Why does saying the teme's name send shivers of warmess and pain through me? No, I'm not thinking of Sasuke tonight!
"Touchy, touchy," Sai purred. His pale hand reached toward me. Sasuke's paleness is a bazillion times more attractive. I swatted his hand away harshly. He hand retracted to his side and he sent me an angered look. I returned it with serious stare. No touchy, you smiley bastard.
A few moments of tense silence filled the air. Sai looked like he wanted stab me and simultaneously suck face with me-needless to say the look will probably result in some rape nightmares. Though it wouldn't exactly be a nightmare if Sasuke came and rescued me in the nick of time and then held me close and started kissing and sucking on my neck and sliding his hands under my shirt-and fuck! I am not having these thoughts right now!
"Fine, Naru-kun. Play hard to get. You know I like a chase." Sai's voice had a steely edge. "Do you not understand he doesn't like you, you crackhead?" Kiba snapped from beside me. Hehe, good old Kiba. Oh yeah, Sai is a major druggie, always has been. Fun little fact. "Shut up, tattoo freak," One of the tall guys beside Sai sneered.
"Hey!" I snarled at the tall guy glaring at Kiba. I stepped forward ready to sock the guy in the jaw. You. Do. Not. Insult. My. Friends. Then suddenly Sai was in between us, facing me with one hand against my chest. "Now, now dickless. Deep breaths. I don't want anyone else laying a hand on you except for me, even if it is a fist to your face in a fight." He said in a sickly sweet tone that sent shivers down my back (and no, not the good shivers; the shivers that mean you are scared by the psychopath in front of you). Not liking the fact that he was touching me, I quickly took a step back, leveling him with a glare.
"Naruto, I think we should be leaving now." I turned to Shikamaru, who was wearing a very serious expression. Our eyes met and I could practically hear him yelling at me to scoot out of here because things were becoming troublesome. "Yeah, you're right," I agreed. Kiba wasted no time in started to walk away. Shika and I began to follow him.
"Well, I'll see you very soon. It was great to see you again. Goodbye, dickless." Sai called after me.
Shikamaru, Kiba and I booked it to the car. As designated driver I quickly hopped into the driver's seat and sped off.
"Damn, blondie, I can't believe you dated that guy!" Kiba spat from his seat in the back. Shikamaru, who had magically produced a cigarette from nowhere, hummed in consent as he took a long drag from it. I groaned audibly. Please don't remind me Kiba. "I mean jeez, between that freak and the prince of ice and all bastardness…" He trailed off. Really, Kiba, thanks for reminding me. It's not like I didn't already know. "You really know how to pick 'em." Kiba decided to finish his sentence. I groaned and banged my head against the steering wheel.
"Gee, thanks, for stating the obvious, dog-breath!" I hissed. I'd hit the asshole if I wasn't driving right now. Could he not see I was emotionally compromised? Sasuke literally stepped on my feelings (twisted feelings I will admit, but nonetheless feelings) today. Wait no, 'stepped' isn't the right world, more like bulldozed over them with a steamroller.
…that stupid teme has turned me into a pussy, a sad, emotional pussy.
"Hey! Don't get mad at me. You're the one-"
"Both of you shut up. Let's just go to Naruto's house." Shikamaru said with finality, making the both of us clam up. Kiba was sticking his tongue out at him and giving him the bird. Honestly some people are so immature.
All of a sudden a yellow car zoomed on past my own. "Ah haha!" I exclaimed loudly. Then with all my might I punched Shikamaru in the arm. "AH!" He yelled.
"What the fuck, Nar-" he started.
"Yellow slug bug, no slug backs!" I yelled giddily. Shikamaru cussed at me and glared. He's just mad he didn't see the slug bug first. Gosh, what a sore loser.
When we reached my house, we crept in quickly. Iruka is about as patient as they come but no one, not even he, likes being woken up in the middle of the night. Instead of going to my room we sprawled out over the family room furniture. Shikamaru sat in the recliner and Kiba and shared the couch. He sat at one end and I sat at the other. Just out piss him off (since we both had our feet in on the middle of the couch) I started playing some footsie with him). But apparently something crawled up his butt because he proceeded to kick me (very hard!) It's not like a yelped like a girl or anything when his foot rammed into my leg…that'd be really unmanly.
Kiba found something on the TV and soon both he and Shikamaru were engrossed in it. I hadn't watched a single minute of it so far. My mind (my stupid, stupid mind) was fixated on Sasuke's words to me earlier. God he fucking sucked so much. I am not his toy. I am a person, a human being, and a sexy, awesome man that deserves so much better. Believe it! I was really starting to get on a roll. Yeah, I am a nice person, and I try to be nice to everyone I meet. Hell, I held Gaara back from punching in the teme's face quite a few times. Okay maybe half the reason was because Sasuke was scary and I was worried for Gaara, but, hey, that other 50…okay 30% was worried for Sasuke. And I am funny! Sasuke wouldn't know a joke if it hit him in the face. No seriously, he probably wouldn't, or he'd be an ass and not laugh just to make you feel bad. And, by George, I think I am a rather attractive person if I do say so myself…well at least I don't think I'm homely…shit, what if I am!? No, dammit I refuse to go down that path. Right now I need cheering up. Yeah…so I AM the sexiest motherfucker, believe it! And I deserved someone just as amazing, maybe kind of quiet, but strong, and kind of moody, and, oh, very smart with dark hair and touches that set my skin on fire, and-
No. Just no. Okay time to stop thinking and shut my brain off. Enough of that building myself up and making myself feel good crap. It's a load of nonsense. It's been a long day. A very long day. It's not like I was thinking of how perfect and amazing Sasuke is a second ago. Ha! Never. Ever.
…it's the stress, I swear.
Between that horrible incident this morning (yes I am now referring to it with vague terminology due to the negative spiral of thoughts it usually creates) and seeing Sai, today may be in the running for making it into my five worst days ever. Why the hell was Sai even here? He moved a while ago, and I had kinda, sorta been hoping never to see him again. We had a terrible relationship…not that I'm an expert in this field but I'm fairly certain anyone would categorize it as such.
Flashback
Thin, pale fingers tangled themselves in my blonde locks, a warm body pressed flush against my own. Hips grinded into my own, forcing my back to touch the wall of his room, and I whimpered into Sai's mouth which was devouring mine roughly. My arms, thin and tan, clutched Sai's tight black shirt, fisting the material and I leaned into him, lost in the moment. Sai's mouth pulled away from mine, proceeding to trail wet kisses across my cheek, then my jaw, working its way to my neck, where it sucked and placed more sloppy kisses. I panted heavily, trying to regain my breath, and fighting a losing battle, to sort out my thoughts.
"Fucking shit, Naru-kun," Sai growled and moaned. His hands lifted my shirt over my head, before I knew what had happened. "God, you are like a perfect little angel. The perfect muse." He continued hungrily as he grinded against me and continued his ministrations on my neck. He was always making weird comments like that or referring to me in some art-related way since he was an artist. I had been in his room numerous times, and he had beautiful sketches, paintings, and drawings all over it. A lot of the sketches were of me.
Sai's long fingers began to feel up my backside through my jeans, kneading and grabbing. I moaned, pleasure and discomfort bubbling inside me. Then his fingers dipped into the back of my jeans and I felt fingers ghost over the top of the crevice between my cheeks. I shifted, feeling even more uncomfortable. "Sai," I muttered lowly, my voice raspy but anxious. Sai's fingers withdrew immediately and I exhaled, once more leaning into him. Then in a quick movement, deft fingers popped the button on the front of my jeans and the zipper was pulled down. My eyes popped wide open, alert and worried. With a shove, I pushed Sai off. "What?" He asked, his voice unfriendly and monotone, but I knew him well and could tell he was frustrated. "No." I said in a hard voice. "Why are you being such a goddamn prude?" He demanded. His eyes were on me and they were cold, sending shivers down my back. "Stop pushing me, Sai." I snapped. I crossed my arms and looked away from him. If only this was the first time. Or if only I knew it would be the last. Sai was silent, but I heard him move. Curious as to what he was doing, my head turned back to him. He was at his desk, his back towards me. He was shuffling papers around and then he stilled. Seconds later a puff of smoke could be seen by him and an unpleasant smell flooded the room.
"Sai!" I growled. Jesus, he was just smoking his goddamned pot a little bit ago.
"So what is it? You a fucking 'maphodite?" Sai drawled, turning back toward me. I narrowed my eyes as he completely ignored my disgust for his smoking that stuff.
"Excuse me?" I gritted out.
"Well, I've been with quite a few people before," He said, reminding me yet again of how experienced he was compared to me, "and, none of them have such an issue just showing some skin." His eyes were challenging.
"Yeah, well I'm not a slut like all the others then, I guess." My patience was wearing thin. I was feeling embarrassed that I couldn't go that far with him, but I just wasn't ready. I can't let him know uncomfortable or bad he's making me feel about doing this. It's not like this was the first time this happened.
"Are you a hermaphrodite, then? Missing a few vital parts that make you a man?" He sneered in his own emotionless way. I clenched my fists, the hurt inside me building up. How could he say that? He knows that's not true, so why is he being so mean?
"No," I said. I barely kept my voice from wavering, why couldn't he stop pressuring me and insulting me. Just one day.
"Oh I'm sorry. I hurt your feelings. Don't worry, it'll be our little secret, dickless." My eyes snapped to his as the insulting words and name left his mouth. He wore a fake smile and his eyes were closed in a slitted, snakelike way.
"Stop!" I yelled, feelings churning inside me, threatening to overflow in the form of tears. He set down the contents in his hand and walked over to me, a mask of concern on his face. He looked almost genuinely worried. My heart flitted in hope. When he was close enough, bony fingers cupped my cheek.
"Sure thing," He said with as a smile spread across his face, "dickless". I pushed off of the wall and flew down the stairs and out of his house.
Flashback end
I quickly rid my mind of all thoughts of Sai. But unlike the pure disgust I felt for Sai, I couldn't get rid of my stupid feelings for Sasuke! Gah! I grabbed my hair. I shifted and then felt a pain shoot up my stomach. I looked quizzically and my shirt-covered stomach. I reached down and lifted it up, my brows furrowing at the stud now in my belly button.
"Congratulatons, you discovered your stomach." Shikamaru said dryly. I shot him a glare. Smart-ass bastard. I climbed off the couch, only to step forward and slam my shin into the coffee table.
"Ah! Fuck!" I cussed, my eyes tearing up. Kiba and Shikamaru laughed. Che, assholes. There's no sympathy I tell ya. With a death glare shot at the two people I called friends, I hobbled to the kitchen. I scarfed down a few (and by a few I mean a dozen) cupcakes sitting on the counter (they were just asking to be eaten in my defense) and then cleaned my new piercing. I wonder what Sasuke would think of my piercing…not that he will ever be seeing my stomach! Ever! He is banned from viewing my stomach from now on. Banned I tell you. He will see zip, nada, none. No stomach-seeing for him.
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By eleven the next morning, Shikamaru and Kiba had gone to their homes, Iruka had woken up and gone to the store, and I had done, well nothing but hey it was still pretty early. I thought about doing my homework but quickly laughed at that idea and trashed it. I lugged myself off the couch and shuffled to the wall, where my phone was hooked up to the charger and rejuvenating itself or whatever you call it. There was one new message and it was from Gaara. I quickly brought the message up and read it to myself. Call me. Why the fuck was Sai there? And why did I hear this from Shikamaru and not you. I couldn't help the nervous giggle that bubbled out of my mouth. The murderous aura from Gaara could definitely be felt through his text. I responded and I shuffled to the kitchen. It was just one of those mornings where you shuffle to every destination inside your house.
I grabbed the bag of bread and frowned at the very empty looking plastic bag. Untying the little tie thingy, I threw it over my shoulder (someone would find it eventually…or it'd disappear-you never know) and reached my hand in. My fingers brushed against some bread and a foolish smile crossed my face. I grabbed the bread and pulled it out. It didn't feel like much, just two pieces. But when my eyes landed on the bread I frowned and dropped them on the counter.
Curses. The only pieces left are the two stupid end pieces. Why do those abominations even exist? Come on bread companies you all know no one likes the end pieces.
After a few moments of eyeing the pitiful excuses of sliced bread (I don't know but I think I was kind of hoping they would spontaneously combust. No such luck there), I sighed and twisted the bag back up and placed it back where I found it. I gave the bread slices an intimidating glare. It is just too much work to actually throw them away. I'll leave it for Iruka. Let's pretend Iruka actually like those pieces.
For the next two hours I was so unbelievably active it was scary. I went for a hardcore run around my neighborhood (not because I was thinking of Sasuke and feeling emotionally and sexually frustrated or anything). Then I came home and cleaned my room (definitely not because I was having weird daydreams where Sasuke misses me so much he is spying at me through my bedroom window and had thoughts about how gross my room was). I jumped in the shower after that and sang songs that talked about how the singer was too good for their ex and how empowered and better off they were now (DEFINITELY not because of Sasuke!). After my shower I threw on some orange boxers and loose, gray sweatpants. I grabbed an apple on the way out of the house. The red kind of course, because the green kind suck balls. As I closed my front door behind me, I paused. It felt like I was missing something. I felt around in my pockets and located my phone. What else could I have forgotten? Stumped, I shut the door all the way. As I moseyed on over to Gaara and Temari's house, I enjoyed my apple and basked in the sunlight.
I hopped up the step onto Gaara's front porch. My finger quickly descended on the doorbell and furiously pushed it in quick repetition. Only seconds later the door was thrown open.
"Temari!" I shouted happily. I launched myself toward. I mean what better way to say hello to someone than to hug them right?
The next thing I knew I was running through air as Temari sidestepped at the last minute. I turned toward her and pouted. She just laughed and walked past me, toward the kitchen, ruffling my hair along the way. I didn't want my haired ruffled, I wanted a hug dammit!
I followed Temari into the kitchen, pondering the mysteries of life-well, as far as the realm of hugging. Hugging is great. I don't know why people stopped with that tradition. Not sure which people had a tradition of hugging people as a greeting but I'm sure someone did once upon a time. That would be such a nice greeting. I could hug all my friends whenever we saw each other and they wouldn't think anything was weird with it. And I could hug temes and be like "oh I just did that because it's tradition" and then said teme's head wouldn't grow any larger than it already is (in the egotistical sense). Oh but then I'd have to hug other people now that I think about it. I guess I'd have to hug crazy people like Psycho Bitches 1 and 2, and then weird people like carrot top who Sasuke sent to bully me. Ew and I'd have to hug perverts like Sai. Okay gross. No. Maybe hugs should not be greetings. Jeez what idiots hugged each other when they greeted people? What weirdos.
Temari leaned against the counter and yelled up to Gaara. I bounded in behind her and sat on the counter next to her. She looked at me quizzically for a moment before just shaking her head. Her hair sure is shiny today. I wonder what she did to it. I reached forward and stroked her hair. It was soft too! Well softer than normal. Normally her hair is kind of course. Not that I'm one to talk. My hair sticks in every direction and no matter what I do it won't do anything other than that.
"What are you doing?" Asked an amused, albeit weirded, out Temari.
"You're hair is very soft and shiny today," I complimented her. Her cheeks promptly turned rosy and she tried, and failed miserably, to suppress and smile.
"Have I mentioned you're my favorite person in the world?" She asked.
"You could stand to mention it more," I grinned at her.
"Naruto," a monotone, and totally familiar voice said. I turned my head to see Gaara walking toward me. "Gaara!" I squealed (in a very manly and mature fashion). I basically vaulted of the counter toward Gaara. My arms outstretched to hug him, when his words ran loudly in the room. "Hug me and you die," He said in a creepy, toneless voice. My arms dropped to my side like wet ramen noodles. Pfft, jeez somebody hasn't had their coffee yet. Whatever, it'll be a sneak attack. Yup later in the day, he won't know when or where, I'll just launch a sneak hug attack.
…the genius things I come up with sometimes. Honestly, I scare myself sometimes with the amount of awesomeness I possess. One day I'm going to be a stealth ninja who does hug sneak attacks. In an orange body suit.
Gaara just eyed me and sat down in a kitchen chair. I scurried to the chair next to him and sat down. "So instead of calling I decided to just come over," I explained. Gaara's expression visibly darkened at the reminder of the text and what Shika had told him. "Explain," was all he said. I sighed and squirmed in my seat. I already had to worry about Gaara hurting himself in a fight with Sasuke and now I had to worry about him getting in trouble for beating Sai up. Now I wouldn't mind if Sai got the shit kicked out of him, but I don't want Gaara to get into any trouble. But Gaara will not rest until I tell him. I know him too well, to know he won't. So better I explain everything than Shikamaru (who had already opened his big mouth) or Kiba (his stories always consist of ridiculous elaborations that aren't true at all).
I opened my mouth to begin when Gaara suddenly held up his hand to stop. My mouth hung open in an 'oh' for a moment before I snapped it closed. He raised an eyebrow in my direction and pointed at me. "Naruto…why aren't you wearing a shirt?" WHAT? Of course I'm wearing a s-…
My eyes were fixed on my completely bare chest. What?...How…am I not wearing a shirt?
"I…thought I was wearing one." I hope that doesn't sound as dumb as I think it did. Apparently it did though since Temari burst into hyena-like giggles. My cheeks warmed up as embarrassment spread through me. I crossed my arms in front of my chest trying to hide as much skin as possible. I'm so not an exhibitionist!
"Oh yeah, and did you pierce your belly button?" A grinning Temari asked. My eyes lit up and I uncrossed my arms. "Yeah!"
After that we talked a little more about my piercing. Temari thought it was awesome that we now had matching belly button piercings. Gaara remained quiet. He seemed like he was brooding. He better not have been brooding over my piercing because I liked it! So to get him to tell me if he liked it I poked his cheek for an entire two minutes. Then he tried to bite my finger and yelled at me. But he did say he thought it looked good on me. His praise made me really happy. It's like when your parent or sibling tells you they are proud of you or something that makes you feel really awesome…yeah that's kind of what it made me feel like. After that though Gaara forced me to give him a play by play of Hinata's party. As I retold him the story, I wondered to myself why Sasuke-teme wasn't there. I tried to think of where he might have been but those thoughts went down roads that made me feel ill and want to cry so I quickly stopped thinking of that.
Overall I was probably at Gaara's for about three hours. Gaara and Temari pushed me out the door (literally though) when they had to go. Something about them going to their cousin's college graduation. So I went home and watched tv. And no, I wasn't still shirtless! Gaara let me borrow his t-shirt. It was black and on the front it had some red symbol and on the back it said Akasuna in red letters. It was actually his oldest brother's shirt but who really cares. Gaara just found it in his drawer so he lent it to me. I have to say though, both he and his oldest brother had a weird fetish for black and red clothes.
I am looking in the mirror at myself. I'm looking pretty darn emo if I do say so myself. With Gaara's shirt on and dark sweatpants I looked like depression vomited all over me. Unfortunately I didn't look good in dark clothes like Gaara and Sasuke…not Sasuke! Ha just kidding. Who is thinking of Sasuke?! Not me…
I ended up changing into some light colored jeans, but I kept on Gaara's shirt. It is soft, okay?
My phone buzzed a couple minutes later. It's not like I was making weird faces at myself in the mirror or anything before it buzzed. That would be super lame. You know those ones where you pretend someone (maybe like let's say the teme) said something to you so you do a fake reaction and then see how you look from different angle? Well, I definitely wasn't doing that one.
"I'm in your driveway. Get ur ass out here." I read the text message out loud. "Sure Kiba! It's not like I have a life or anything so please just come on over!" I grumbled to myself as I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs. For all he knew I could have been really busy. Yeah! I could have been…doing something….with…damn well there really isn't anyone except Gaara, Temari, Shika and Kiba. Huh.
Sure enough when I poked my head through my front door, Kiba was sitting in his truck in my driveway. I slowly slid outside and shut the door behind me. When I opened the car door and slid in, Kiba just grinned at me.
"We are going to the girls' tennis match today!" He proclaimed.
"Ehh…why?" We had never once been to a tennis match.
"Hinata is playing. She is on the tennis team!" Kiba said giddily.
"Oh okay!" I said. His excitement was slowly creeping into me. "Let's go!" I exclaimed.
With a wolfish grin, Kiba pulled out of my driveway. "You smell like Gaara," Kiba said after a moment.
"Creepy.." Kiba whacked me when I mumbled this.
"I just have a good nose!" He said defensively.
"Because you are a dog!" I said with a smirk.
"Stop saying that! You always say that!" What! I never always say that. Maybe a little…like once or twice a week. That's it though.
"Do not!" I retorted, crossing my arms and pouting. Kiba sighed and a few minutes passed by in silence. It was kinda freaky. Usually I can't shut up, but now I didn't feel like talking. It's that stupid teme's fault! If I end being scarred for life by him, he's a dead man.
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So…yeah…tennis…it's the equivalent to the excitement of watching paint dry. We are only like half an hour in, but dear Ramen this is not very fun. I looked over at Kiba. He's still drooling. Yes, I say still because he has been drooling since Hinata started playing. I think it's because she's in this short little tennis dress on that kind of hugs her body. Jeez, I never knew she was fit and curvy. She always wears loose clothes. But yeah she's got a figure that one. Her boobs are pretty big, I mean they aren't enormous like Baa-chan's (those things are like hot air balloons….pretty sure if you threw her in a lake she'd survive just because her boobs would keep her afloat) but they are pretty big. Especially compared to her partner who is about as flat as…well me. I think her name is Tenten. Dang she's athletic. I think really athletic girls have smaller boobs. But I don't really know. I don't really notice them that often. Not really a fan. I mean they are all squishy and bouncy. Someone just needs to strap them down. Oh and then when girls (coughPsychoBitchescough) where push up bras. Ew. Please I do not want those any closer to my face. Flatten them things down and put them away.
"Hinata is amazing," Kiba sighed dreamily. I just rolled my eyes. He had also been saying things like this since the match started. My eyes wandered away from the girls playing tennis and I turned and looked around the fenced in courts. Naturally we were outside the fence since we were spectators. My eyes locked on a very familiar black sports car rolling into the parking spot next to Kiba's truck.
Oh no. I slammed my eyes shut. Please go away. Go away. I exhaled. Okay when I open my eyes, it'll be gone. I opened my eyes. Well fuck. I watched as the passenger seat opened. The mini set of bleachers (only three rows) Kiba and I are sitting on are parallel to the parking lot so I have a good view of it without having to turn all the way around. Neji slips out of the passenger side and then the back door opens and Suigetsu gets, a taunting smirk directed at Neji showing off his pointing teeth. Holding my breath, I watch the top of the car to see if anyone is coming out from the driver's side. Sure enough a dark head of hair appears. My heart picks up speed. I really feel like running.
"Kiba!" I hiss. I wait but he doesn't respond. My eyes are glued on Sasuke and his friends, who have yet to notice me. "KIBA!" I hiss again. Silence ensues and I can feel myself becoming more and more antsy. Can a person develop ADHD like spasms as a result of being in the presence of someone else? My hands twitch in my lap. I don't want to see him. I haven't talked to him since yesterday. Please someone just shot me now. No, wait I would like ramen before I die. Ah, they are starting to walk this way. Kiba! Come on Kiba! Kiba! Kiba! KIBA! "KIBA!" I snapped, my arm moving of its own accord and slapping his side.
He made a noise of pain. "What?" He snapped. "Kiba!" I whined. He turned and looked where I was looking. "Shit." His tone was serious, and that made me even more nervous. God dammit, I want to cry, punch Sasuke, cuss him out, cry some more, run so I don't have to see him, go up to him and make him see me, kiss him. I'm so confused. Suddenly Neji's pale eyes looked in our direction. I whipped my head towards the courts so fast I think I gave myself whiplash. Did he see me? I hope he didn't see me. What if he saw? He'll probably tell Sasuke. Oh shit! He'll definitely tell Sasuke. Then Sasuke will think I was admiring him. And I was not admiring him. Okay so maybe I noticed how nice he looked today. Big deal. I think everyone looks nice today. It's the fricken lighting!
I can just feel them getting closer. Kiba was stock-still beside me, and I could feel the tension in him as well. His eyes were also on the court but I don't think he was watching anymore. Then I could hear them. They were so close that I could hear the pavement under their feet as they walked toward the bleachers. They were walking behind me. Then I heard a snicker. I went rigid. Am I paranoid to think someone (that sounded a lot like Suigetsu) just snickered at me? A growl followed that I am sure was Sasuke.
"Oi, blondie." I voice called. If possible I almost choked on the breathe coming into my mouth. Oh that would have been attractive, Naruto. Fuck I did not just refer to myself in third person…whatever I will deal with that problem later I have more pressing matters than this at the moment though.
Slowly I turned around until one of my legs was propped on the bench seat and I could see them. I saw Suigetsu first. He had a large grin stretched across his face. Neji was behind him and he looked beyond annoyed (a normal look on the Hyuuga). I could see Sasuke standing next to Suigetsu, but I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face. I could make out his form in my peripheral vision but my eyes stayed focused on Suigetsu. I looked at him dully. I hope I look bored and cool, the exact opposite of how I feel. Suigetsu's grin just widened. Apparently I need to work on my acting skills.
"How are you?" Excuse me. I looked at him dumbly. Did he just ask me how I was?
"…fine. And you?" I managed to get out.
"Excellent. You know I was just talking about you," He mused, his voice giddy with excitement and amusement. At this point Kiba had turned around. A peek at him showed me he was frowning and watching Suigetsu wearily. Suigetsu seemed to be waiting for me to respond to this, but I didn't know what to say.
Sasuke then moved a few feet away and turned his back to us. I looked at him for the first time and felt my heart clench. His back was to me, and I could see he had his phone out. He is probably texting some girl. My throat got thick as I tried to swallow. He was wearing a navy blue tshirt and a pair of black jeans. His usual color combination. I dragged my gaze away from him though, all too aware of Suigetsu's smug, knowing eyes on my face.
"Yes, Neji told me you were at little Hinata's party yesterday. You know, I haven't really seen you at many parties. Didn't think it was your scene," He said. His tone was condescending and he seemed to be hinting at something. What a prick.
"He was there because of me," Kiba snapped to my defense. Suigetsu's gaze flicked to him.
"Well I definitely didn't think it was your scene," Suigetsu said with mock politeness.
That's it. I jerked all the way around so my feet dangled off the back of the bleachers and I was fully facing Suigetsu. "What the fuck do you mean by that?" I growled. Suigetsu's eyes danced with excitement seeing me get fired up.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all" Suigetsu said slyly. I narrowed my eyes at him. "That would be mean to insult Sasuke's toy," Suigetsu finished with a smirk.
"What?! I am not Sasuke's fucking toy. Fuck you. And fuck Sasuke! He can go-" I snarled but then stopped when my wrist was grabbed and I was pulled to the ground. I landed unsteadily on my feet and teetered back and forth dangerously until a hand grabbed my arm and steadied me. Still freaked out from the sudden move, I looked with wide, slightly fearful eyes at the person who had grabbed me. My eyes met with unreadable black ones. A spark lit within me and my body tingled as my heart began to pick up speed.
"I'd be very careful how I finish that," Sasuke said tightly. Huh? What was he talking about? What was I talking about again? …Oh yeah!
I wrenched my arm from his grip and glared at him. I turned my gaze away from him and glared at Suigetsu. "He can go fuck himself!" I finished. And before Sasuke could say anything I shouldered past Suigetsu and scurried to the other side of the bleachers. Once as safe distance away I turned around to see Suigetsu looking delighted with the trouble he'd stirred up and Sasuke glaring at me with irritation. Kiba stood up from his seat and shot a glare at Suigetsu and Sasuke. "Don't fucking touch Naruto you prick," He spat at Sasuke. Sasuke's eyes slipped from me to Kiba and as it did so it turned ten times more menacing and cold. Kiba looked kind of scared when Sasuke's gaze landed on him and I couldn't blame him. If Sasuke looked at me like that I'd probably cower in fear. Needless to say he practically ran to my side at the other end of the bleachers as soon as possible. I had to look away from Sasuke because he was scaring me with that look. But when I looked at Suigetsu, I didn't feel any better. He had a wicked smile on his lips.
"Naruto," he purred. This got Sasuke's attention and he turned to look at his friend with a scowl. "I absolutely love your shirt." He gushed. What a phony asshole. The hell he liked it? What was he playing at? I, and everyone else, looked at my shirt curiously. Um yeah there really isn't anything special about it. I looked back at Suigetsu in confusion. Sasuke was looking at Suigetsu with mild irritation.
Suigetsu looked at Sasuke. "Oh I meant the back of it." Sasuke's dark eyes still looked irritated but I guess he decided to entertain Suigetsu since his gaze turned to me once again.
What on earth is Suigetsu talking about? All it says on the back of the shirt is Akasuna. I don't get it at all.
"All it says is Gaara's last name, you white-haired creep," Kiba said in annoyance. I guess he didn't get what Suigetsu was so interested in either. Suigetsu's smile widened though. He seemed very pleased with Kiba's words. Confused, I looked at Sasuke, who looked very unhappy all of a sudden.
"Oh and is that Gaara's shirt?" Suigetsu asked innocently.
"Yeah. What about it?" Kiba snapped, quickly getting more frustrated. My eyes had stayed on Sasuke the entire time, and he did not look happy when Kiba said this. I watched him closely. He did not look happy at all. Why the heck did he get all bi-polar over a shirt?
"Suigetsu." He barked suddenly, making everyone jump. Suigetsu turned to Sasuke with a small smirk. "Let's go. Neji came to watch Hinata." He said in an emotionless voice. With that he turned around and walked to the other set of bleachers a few yards from the bleachers were all currently standing by. Neji wasted no time in following and Suigetsu followed too, after giving a little wave to Kiba and me.
Kiba and I sat at the farthest end away from Sasuke and his friends on our bleacher. We talked in hushed whispers for a little bit. Both of us had no clue what Suigetsu and Sasuke were making such a big deal over.
Sasuke, Neji, and Suigetsu sat in the middle of the other pair of bleachers. Both of our groups ignored the others for the next hour. Kiba said he saw Neji look over a couple times so Kiba flicked him off.
Another car pulled in a little later. Now this wasn't that big of a deal. Lots of cars had pulled in and out of the parking lot in the past hour. I kept telling myself this even as Sasuke got up from his spot and walked passed Kiba and I without even a glance in my direction (Kiba told me this since I refused to look at Sasuke so Kiba looked for me). When Kiba informed me that Sasuke's back was to us, I wasted no time and looked at him. It's just another car. I bet it's his mom or dad or brother! So what if the car is not anything expensive like an Uchiha would own…it could still be a family member…or maybe an ugly, celibate nun that Sasuke's family happens to close with?...
Sasuke drew closer and the driver's door opened. Please be a celibate, ugly nun. Please be a celibate, ugly nun! I watched anxiously. And then my heart plummeted to the ground. One of the prettiest girls I had ever seen stepped out of the silver SUV. She had long light red hair that and she was petite and slim but not lacking in curves at all. From what I could see she had brown eyes. And those brown eyes were hungrily eyeing Sasuke. The jealousy I felt made me sick. Fuck Sasuke. Fuck him. Fuck him. That is so NOT an ugly, celibate nun!
"Naruto, you okay?" Kiba asked worriedly. My eyes were glued to Sasuke as the girl stepped forward and ran her hands down his chest. Apparently she had never heard of personal space. Sasuke made no move to stop her. Why is he not concerned for his fricken personal bubble?! His own eyes were focused on her. And it tore me apart. I closed my eyes and turned my head away. I will not give him the satisfaction of me watching his encounter like some lovesick fangirl. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked at Kiba. "Of course," I said, a fake smile plastered on my lips. Kiba sighed and cuffed me lightly in the shoulders. "You know, baka, you've always sucked at lying," he said quietly. A genuine half-smile formed at his words.
"You wanna leave?" He asked softly. I chuckled. Kiba could always be surprisingly gentle when he needed to be.
"No way are we giving the teme the satisfaction," I said strongly, cocking my head to the side and smiling at Kiba.
"You're fucking right we aren't," Kiba cried enthusiastically. We both turned our attention to the match.
"Hottest girl out there. Go." I challenged him a moment later. Not missing a beat Kiba immediately replied, "Hinata". I shook my head. Kiba had it bad.
"Fine then. Besides for Hinata." I conceded. He shook his head. "Nope no comes close to her." Oh boy.
I was about retort about how lovesick dog-boy way when I heard the loud music of a car pulling into the parking lot. I looked over, careful not to look too closely at the pair of people standing close together. Apparently those two have still not learned the glories of the personal space? I would say a safe distance for between the two would be…a mile. Anyways don't they have rules about PDA?! I don't want to see that. Do you think some child walking around would want to see Sasuke getting frisked by some disgustingly pretty girl? No, the child does not want to see it. It was get scarred for life. And then become unbalanced. All because of the excess of PDA and lack of personal space. Did he just have a list of girls that he could call whenever the mood struck?...that damn bastard probably did.
I looked at the car that was blasting the really loud music. That car looks kind of familiar. It looks just like…
And then I proceeded to shit myself.
…okay well not literally but I nearly did. And I nearly had a goddamned stroke too.
"Fucking shit what is he doing here?" I snapped louder than I intended as I shot up from my seat. Kiba immediately stood up too, looking around frantically because of my reaction. It would have been funny is I wasn't about to pee myself.
It was parking . And goddammit the door was opening. And someone was getting out. How! How the heck could my weekend possibly blow up in my face anymore?!
He needed to leave. Pronto. As in like right the fuck now. I jumped down from the bleachers and stomped towards the parking lot. Kiba stumbled to keep up behind me. Luckily Sasuke wasn't looking. He was probably too busy getting his face licked off by that girl, but I could feel Suigetsu or Neji 's, whatever, one of their eyes, on me. The old Cobra turned off, the purr and the obscenely loud music silenced, and Sai, in all his tight black-clothed glory, slid out as smooth as water. He had a pair of aviators on. It made him look hotter; I'm not going to lie. Yet because I'd actually spoken to him, and, even worse, dated him, I was not affected in the least. And the only reason he was even wearing sunglasses was probably because his eyes were so bloodshot.
Sai was parked in the row of cars directly across from where Sasuke was standing. He was probably just a few slots back but otherwise directly across from him. Lovely. Just lovely.
Why didn't I want them to meet? Gee, I don't know. I may be the fact that Sai is hopped up on God-knows-what and he is unpredictable as fuck. Or the fact that Sasuke's temper is ridiculously unstable. OR hey there's the fact that I dated Sai, and don't want Sasuke to know! Because won't I seem super awesome in Sasuke's eyes when he sees me ex treat me like shit and call me completely false nicknames that hint I am not even a fucking dude! And I am! A fucking dude, that is!
"Kiba stay here," I growled as I stepped onto the pavement of the parking lot. Kiba stayed quiet but his footsteps ceased behind me. Sai was now leaning against his car, his arms crossed, looking directly at me…at least I think he was. The reflection in his damn aviators prevented me from seeing exactly where he was looking. I kind of wanted to sway back and forth and see if his head moved. Or look closer and get a better view of myself in the mirrored lenses.
I was approaching, and damn I was a man on a mission. I was maybe ten feet from him when he opened his mouth to talk. "Dickl-" He began cheerfully.
I cut him off though. "Sai!" I snapped harshly. "What are you doing here?"
I finally reached him and I stopped only a couple feet from him. I didn't want to be close to him, but there is no way in hell I wanted to draw Sasuke's attention. He stood up to his full height, which was still taller than my own height. Damn. He smiled down at me, that fake smile that always seems to rub me the wrong way.
"If I said I came to see you…" He said coyly. He is obviously playing with me. Probably for some sick entertainment.
"I'd say you were lying trough your teeth or so fucking doped up you were delusional," I said through gritted teeth.
"Hm, you know me so well. It's cute." He chuckled. It was a creepy-ass chuckle. Like a rape chuckle. You know, I should really have one of those rape whistles…
Shit he better not be gone. And when I say 'gone' I mean stoned. He reached his hand out and caressed my arm with the back of his hands. I jumped a bit and grabbed his and threw it back to his side.
"Sai, take off your glasses." I said as calmly as I could.
"You want to stare into my eyes, Naru-kun?" He purred, leaning heavily back against his car. Then he went to shift and stumbled. And Sai never stumbles. Unless he's stoned.
"Sai?!" I my voice shook a little. I don't want to have to deal with him if he was like this. I don't want to deal with him period. I moved forward and grabbed his shoulders. I offhandedly noticed Sai was still wearing a single stud in his one ear piercing. The earring was back. Shocker, I know.
I shook him a little bit and when he just laughed, I grabbed his glasses. As I got them off, two things happened simultaneously: My eyes widened in shock and an arm wrapped around my waist. Sai's eyes were completely normal. In fact when I pulled his sunglasses off he straightened up and his posture along with his facial expression returned to normal. The fucker had been messing with me. As I reeled for a second, Sai used the opportunity to grab my ass. The feeling of a hand roughly cupping your butt woke me from my shock and I shoved Sai hard. He was against the car so he didn't budge, but I managed to get out of his grip.
"Sai, goddammit! Don't fuck with me!" I yelled in a bout of rage. What psycho thinks it's fun to make people worry he's stoned?! I glared at him. He is still such an asshole.
"Don't throw a hissy fit, dickless. There's no need to yell." Sai said with a chuckle and that fake-ass smile on his face. But shit he was right, I had yelled. I glanced around in concern. Sure enough Kiba had edged his way closer to me, looking very worried. Suigetsu and Neji were both looking at me with rapt attention. I went to look at Sasuke when Sai moved his face in front of mine.
"Looking for something, dickless?" He asked suspiciously. I looked at him and shoved him away from me. "Of course not. I was just tired of looking at you." I spat, glaring heatedly at him.
"Dobe," A deep, rumbling voice said from behind me. A safe feeling spread over me and I couldn't help the small voice that suddenly labeled him as my hero. Unconsciously, I stepped back, closer to Sasuke. Will he tell Sai to leave me alone? Will he whisk me away in his arms? Will he tell save me from Sai? I turned and with hopeful eyes, looked up into Sasuke's. At least that was what I tried to do, Sasuke was busy staring coldly at Sai. Finally his eyes flicked down to my own. Hope and warmth welled up inside me at his gaze. His bottomless black eyes stared into my own.
"Could you keep it down? Not everyone wants to be a part of your conversation." He said icily. Whatever was left of my heart shattered into a million pieces, and all the hope turned into betrayal and disappointment. It must have shown on my face because suddenly Sasuke's began to change but I didn't look long enough to see what it changed into. I quickly turned around and looked at Sai's feet, unable to look at either one of the bastards next to me. If I did…I may have cried, or screamed, or possibly done something I might really regret. Would I regret punching Sasuke in the face?…possibly…
"Come on, Naru-kun. Let's go talk about this in private." Sai said in a serious tone. He reached out and went to grab my hand, but his hand barely brushed my skin when another hand slapped his hand away. "That's not going to happen," Sasuke said in an authoritative and cold tone. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it doesn't. What it felt like was a late. Sasuke's hand wrapped around my arm.
His skin touching me, caused something in me to snap. In a quick movement I wretched my arm from his grasp. "Don't touch me," I said in a low, cold voice I barely recognized. My gaze slowly traveled from the ground to Sai's eyes. "Either of you." I said in a soft voice, this time though I could hear the shaking in it. I broke from in between them and ran to Kiba's truck in a burst of speed. Kiba was there a second later and he unlocked. I didn't look back as Kiba started the car or when he back out of the space. Only when we began to pull away did I look back. Sai was leaning against his car watching us pull away, his sunglasses once again over his eyes. Sasuke...was next to that girl. I was about to look away when I saw the girl reach for him and Sasuke push her away from him so hard she fell to the ground. He turned away from her and ran a hand over his face and through his hair. Right before we turned the corner I witnessed Sasuke kick his car.
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I spent Sunday thinking. And I thought about a whole lot. In fact, my brain kind of hurt from overexertion. Is that possible?
A lot of people called, and by a lot I mean my vast array of four friends and one unknown number. I didn't pick up the phone. That would defeat the point of my self-imposed "Solitary Thinking Sunday". Yes, I named it! I like to name things. If I had a car I would name it Kyuubi. How fucking sick would a car named Kyuubi be?! Ideally it would be an orange jeep with no doors or top. That would be so awesome. Oh wait I'm getting sidetracked…again.
Okay so Sasuke, yeah that's what I was thinking of. Well, nowadays, when am I not thinking about him…crap I can't believe I just thought that. Anyways he was such an asshole yesterday, but I did feel a little better when I saw how upset he was. He should not have pushed that girl, though. He needs to control his anger. I may not be too fond of her but she didn't do anything to deserve to be pushed like that.
A loud knocking on my door suddenly began. I jumped a little then dragged myelf to the door.
"Naruto Uzumaki!" An irate Iruka yelled. His face was all red and puffy and angry-like. Well…that's not good.
"H-hai?" I asked tentatively.
"You are failing English?!" He yelled incredulously.
….oh shit….
Curse you Kakashi, you perverted bastard.
Please tell me what you thought! Next chapter they return to school and things will be funnier I promise. Anyone know who Sasuke's call girl was?