Title: Orchestral Infatuation
Authoress: Ira Vehementi
Warnings:eventual yaoi (I'm sorry, it might take me a couple chapters to get to the yaoiness you all love and cherish), OC who does not hook up with any of the series characters but shows her face from time to time, AU, and some OOCness that I'm apologizing for in advance. And language.
A/N: I average like, seven pages every time I write. Is that weird or what? The word count is like, 2000 too. Okay, whatever. In other news, thank you all for your reviews! I was very happy with all of them. :D And I'm happy people like my writing style!
I have a little free time today, so I holed up in the computer lab at school and edited this chapter. I don't normally edit things, so I warn you that it may suck. This said, enjoy!
If you want to help me with my sociology project, then send me a PM with the response to this question: Does body art (tattoos, earrings, etc.) contribute to the stability or the destruction of society to you? Meaning, do you think that body art is a good thing or a bad thing? You don't have to answer, by the way. :3 No pressure, right?
Ergh, I just reread this and it's like my head is all over the place. Anyway, yeah, I'm done rambling. My head hurts. D':
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In Which We Make A Scene And ACake
The next day, Naruto dragged Sasuke out of homeroom (amid yells from said un-social boy) and into the bathroom, much to the surprise of the girls who crowded Sasuke's desk every morning.
"How is it? Are you alright?" Naruto asked worriedly.
"Get off of me, dobe! Why do you always have to make a scene?" Sasuke hissed, jerking his arm out of Naruto's grip. Naruto scowled.
"Me, make a scene, Sasu-bastard?! You were the one yelling, weren't you? Jeez… just take it off."
"Take it off?" Sasuke looked mortified, his voice rising. "What are you talking about? I'm not taking it off… this is a school bathroom!" Then he widened his eyes in shock and bent down to check under the stalls. Naruto did too. Satisfied that no one was there, Naruto turned back to Sasuke.
"You did yesterday, didn't you? Take it off!" Naruto tugged on Sasuke's shirt.
"Firstly, get the hell off." Sasuke pushed Naruto away. "Secondly, yesterday was a mistake, I shouldn't have let you…never mind. Just go away."
Naruto scowled at him and snarled, "Take off your shirt or I'll do it for you!" Sasuke moved out of the way, hurrying towards the door. Naruto followed, determined to see if Sasuke's wounds were getting better. Sasuke flung open the door and then slammed it shut again, his face pink. Naruto stared at him. "What's wrong now?" He asked, exasperatedly.
Sasuke advanced on him. "Naruto…" He murmured, and suddenly Naruto was very, very afraid.
"Listen, Sasuke… I don't know what's outside the door, but uh… let's uhm… let's just enjoy ourselves in here before it— or you— kills us— or.. uh, me." Naruto backed into a wall and started inching towards the stalls.
"I'm going to kill you." Sasuke said sweetly. "I'm going to get a rope and hang you in the tree in my backyard." He smiled slightly, eerily. "I'm going to put your head on a pike." Naruto wasn't sure how much of the babble Sasuke was spouting was the truth or not (but secretly, he kind of hoped that Sasuke was bluffing).
"Calm down, Sasuke…" Naruto held up his hands. "Oh I know, how about I tell you a joke, you like those, right? A bear and a rabbit" His back hit a corner and he cursed. "Fuck." He held up his hands innocently as Sasuke continued to advance on him. "Okay, listen, I'll make you a deal! I'll…I'll do whatever you want! Sasuke, are you listening to me? Sasuke!"
The door opened, to Naruto's relief. Kiba stared at Naruto and the still very pissed Sasuke. "Uh… dude." Kiba said, finally. "I'm just going to go."
"Take me with you!" Naruto cried, and Sasuke put a hand on Naruto's chest and pushed him back, then turned and stalked out of the bathroom. Kiba blinked as Sasuke passed him and looked at Naruto.
"That… was awkward." Kiba murmured. "So that's why all those girls were outside the bathroom."
Naruto flushed. "There… there are people out there?"
"Yeah, the Sasuke fangirls are out there. What the hell happened in here?"
"Kiba… you saved me from a quick and painful death." Naruto said, patting his shoulder. "Now please protect me for the rest of the day! Sasuke won't kill me if you're there."
"Yeah, first he'll kill me, then he'll kill you. What happened?"
"Can… Can I tell you at lunch?"
Kiba only shook his head and left, claiming he could hold it in for another period, when he wasn't so completely mortified.
Cooking class was, sadly, a failure. Today they were making strawberry shortcake. And Sakura was absent, so it was just Sasuke and Naruto, and so… very awkward.
"Dobe." Sasuke said tersely.
"Teme." Naruto replied, smiling at the dark eyed boy who glowered at him.
"One third cup of sugar." Sasuke muttered. "And one third cup of soft flour, and a tablespoon of unsalted butter. Now." Sasuke went to their refrigerator and took out two eggs.
"Right away!" Naruto hurried around, making a huge mess.
"Be neater," Sasuke scolded, cleaning up the spilled sugar and flour and scowling at the smashed butter on the floor. Naruto nervously chuckled.
"I'll try harder…" He murmured. Jeez, what a neat freak.
Sasuke didn't even look at the instructions on the sheet they were given. He went over to the wax paper and started doing something with it and the cake pan, so Naruto busied himself with counting all the red things in the room. There were a lot of strawberries around, and Naruto had almost reached one hundred when Sasuke snapped at him. "Don't just stand there, dobe! Preheat the oven and put some warm water in a bowl!"
"Huh?"
"Go," Sasuke pointed to the oven. "The oven should be one hundred sixty degrees Celsius."
Naruto grinned at Sasuke widely. "Do you know how many degrees Fahrenheit that is?" he asked, and Sasuke glared at him. "That's right," Naruto crowed, "Three hundred twenty degrees!"
"Shut up and do it, dobe." Sasuke muttered, and Naruto stuck out his tongue at him and turned to the oven. When Naruto turned around to face Sasuke, Sasuke held out the butter. "Microwave this."
"Why? It's butter."
"Put it in a bowl and microwave it," Sasuke ordered. "for one or two minutes."
"Are you sure? Do the directions say"
"I'm giving the directions, now do what I tell you!" Sasuke grumbled exasperatedly.
"Jeez, I was only asking…" Naruto muttered, going over to their microwave. "Hey, Sasu-bastard! Isn't it weird how we have this class after lunch?" He set the microwave for a minute and a half (gleefully Naruto said to himself "ninety seconds total").
"It's so that morons like you learn to appreciate cooking." Sasuke said over his shoulder. "Fill up a bowl with warm water now."
"What temperature should it be?" Naruto sauntered over to a cabinet and grabbed a bowl, and then hurried to the sink.
"I don't know. Thirty degrees Celsius?"
"That's eighty six degrees Fahrenheit!" Naruto grinned, turning on the water.
"Does it even matter?"
"No, but I like converting numbers. It's fun."
Sasuke didn't respond, but the microwave dinged and Naruto set the bowl of warm water (though probably not thirty degrees Celsius) down next to Sasuke and went to get the melted butter. He heard the mixer go on and sighed to himself. Why does Sasuke have to be so good at everything?
"Here," Naruto set the bowl down. "Now what?"
"Now we're going to sift the flour." Naruto looked at Sasuke and then down at the bowl warily. Sasuke had placed the mixture inside a bowl, and that bowl was floating around in the warm water.
"Is… this what we're supposed to do?"
"I told you I'm giving the directions." Sasuke snapped. "Now hold this."
"What is this? A sifter?"
"Whatever."
They sifted the soft flour into the mixture and then added the melted butter and mixed the ingredients, then poured the mixture into the cake pan and put that into the oven.
"That's it?" Naruto asked, and Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"No. We need whipped cream, a tablespoon of sugar, and strawberries."
Naruto went over that list in his head. Whipped cream and strawberries… He looked at Sasuke. What if… He thought, staring wantonly at Sasuke. How would Sasuke look if I covered him in whipped cream and—What the hell am I imagining? He thought, sighing. Damn imagination. Why can't I think normal stuff…?
"Naruto!" Sasuke shook Naruto by the shoulders.
"Huh, what?" Naruto smiled at Sasuke. "What happened?"
"You spaced. I got everything already…" Sasuke looked at him curiously. "Your face is red," he smirked.
"…shut up, teme!"
"Dump out that warm water and put ice water in that bowl." Sasuke ordered. Naruto scowled, but obediently went about his job, all the while thinking naughty thoughts.
Well maybe Sasuke wouldn't look any good covered in whipped cream. It's like same color as his freaking skin. I'd look good covered in whipped cream, Naruto smirked as he dumped out the warm water. I bet Sasu-bastard would think so too. He filled the bowl with cold water and then added some ice cubes to the water.
"Good." Sasuke said, and he handed Naruto some strawberries. "Wash these, and get rid of the stems. Then cut them in half." Then the onyx eyed boy took the ice water bowl and went to another counter, where he started working.
"Why dya gotta boss me around so much…" Naruto muttered, washing the strawberries and going back to his thoughts. Why the hell do I think about these things anyway? I'm so gross. He frowned at the strawberries and put them down on the counter, slicing them in half quickly. He noticed that there were more strawberries on the table. Should I steal one? Knowing Sasu-bastard, he knows how many strawberries are on the table, but…
Naruto quickly swiped a strawberry and washed, and was about to pop it into his mouth when Sasuke said, "Give me the strawberries, dobe."
Damn, that was scary. Naruto though, biting down on the strawberry he was going to eat and bringing the other strawberries to Sasuke, who looked at Naruto quizzically.
"I didn't say you could eat them." He murmured, rolling his eyes at Naruto. Naruto was going to respond, but Sasuke just pushed the rest of the strawberry into Naruto's mouth and went back to the cake— which, Naruto noticed, was neatly sliced in half horizontally. When had Sasuke taken it out of the oven? Must have been while he was day dreaming…
Sasuke worked fast. It was weird to see him do such weird, girly things so quickly, but Sasuke spread the whipped cream and sugar mixture he had created onto one side of the cake, spread the strawberries out on the mixture, covered the strawberries with the whipped cream and sugar, and put the other half of the cake on top. Then he frosted the whole thing with the whipped cream and sugar. "Wash the strawberries on the table and take off their stems," Sasuke murmured to Naruto, who turned and did as he was asked (this time without any dirty thoughts).
When he returned, Sasuke had already started decorating the cake. "How come you're so good at this?" Naruto asked, as Sasuke plopped some strawberries on the top of the cake.
"Because." Sasuke muttered, glaring at Naruto.
"What did I do this time? Are you angry at me, teme?"
"When am I not angry at you?"
"You weren't angry at me when you caught me people watching you…" Naruto said thoughtfully.
"I was in a good mood."
"You're never in a good mood." Naruto pointed out. "And you were really nice to Sakura then too. Why is that? You're not nice to her in class. You ignore her all the time. So why is that?"
"None of your business." Sasuke muttered.
"You're not in a good mood right now," Naruto scowled. "Can I have some cake?"
"No, we'd lose points." Sasuke pushed Naruto into a seat. "Presentation is half the grade, you idiot. Remember?"
Naruto sighed. "But it looks good!"
"Whatever."
"Normally people would say 'thank you', you bastard. How many friends do you have again? I think I can count them on my fingers." Sasuke rolled his eyes at Naruto and sat down across from him.
"Wash the bowls and the cake pan."
"What? Why me? I did all the work!" Sasuke gave him a look that read you wanna bet? so Naruto sighed. "Fine. But I better get a big piece of cake."
"Whatever."
"Is that your new favorite word?" Naruto asked, getting up and picking up the cluttered bowls. "Strawberry shortcake is my favorite cake," Naruto babbled, "Iruka used to buy me a slice after I got a really good test score at this coffee shop… It was always really good. But we had to go out of town to get it…" Naruto paused. "I'd always have strawberry shortcake and milk and Iruka would have a cookie and coffee, and I'd take a sip of the coffee when he wasn't looking and it was always nasty. Iruka drinks his coffee black, isn't that gross? Coffee is so bitter, it needs like tons of sugar to taste good. I hate regular coffee. I don't even like French vanilla all that much. Do you? I guess you might, you like coffee."
"Dobe, you're ranting."
"Huh?"
Sasuke chuckled— which Naruto still wasn't used to— "Never mind."
"Whatever. Anyway," Naruto continued to rant until Shizune came around and graded them. Then Sasuke finally allowed Naruto to cut a piece of strawberry shortcake. Naruto was about to cut Sasuke a piece, but Sasuke prevented him from doing so.
"I'm not a slob like you," Sasuke told Naruto, "and I don't need to eat that much." He took a little piece. Naruto made a face at Sasuke and finished his piece in about five wolfish bites, then downed a glass of milk.
"I'm not a slob anyway," Naruto murmured, as Sasuke slowly ate his cake. "And besides, Chouji says that to show your appreciation for food, you don't always have to eat it slow."
"Yeah, if it's soup you eat it faster." Sasuke pointed out. "So that it doesn't get cold. Wipe your mouth, dobe."
Naruto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Sasuke sighed. "Before you say anything, I do so have manners," Naruto rolled his eyes. "I just choose to ignore them."
"I couldn't've have guessed." Sasuke said dryly. Naruto made a face at him.
"Uh… about this morning?" Naruto asked, quickly.
"What?" Sasuke glowered at him.
"I'mreallysorryandpleasedon'thurtmewhenareyoucomingoverbythewayIhopeitisn'ttodaybecauseyoureallylookedlikeyouweregoingtokillme."
"…" Sasuke blinked. "Naruto." He said, putting his fork down.
"Wh-what?" Naruto blinked.
"I'm coming over tomorrow. And if you ever pull another stunt like this morning's, I won't hesitate to kill you. Okay?"
"You're just kidding, right, Sasuke? About the killing thing?" The onyx eyed boy picked up his fork and smirked. "Sasuke?"