XD Hello everyone! Here is another chapter for ya'll! I'm kinda excited to see the response to this one...after the last one, everyone's been making guesses towards Mizuki and his purpose or role in this story. :3
Juura: :3 Hmmmm, how will they react to him in this one, I wonder... *giggles*
Kao: You enjoy keeping people on edge, don't you? -_-
Juura: Why, yes...yes I do. :D
Kam: *sighs* You're strange...
XD Ahahaha...enjoy the chapter!
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Often when I was younger, I would contemplate the fact that people were often not what they appeared to be. It was an old saying, really, an age old philosophy, or belief, or whatever you wanted to call it.
And I would always think of how true it was.
Like the old lady who lived in the apartment below mine. She always had this kind smile on her face, and she seemed to give off the impression of one of those old lady's that would greet you with a smile before whipping out a random plate of cookies and a glass of milk and offer it to you, along with maybe some mouldy sweets she received from the Queen of France back in the day.
However, I had seen her true self. She was not the type to whip out milk and cookies and rotting sweets, but rather the type that would whip out a giant chainsaw, chop you into bits and then put you into her pies before sending them off to some poor, unsuspecting pie cafe.
Or there was also the man who worked at the convenience store down the road. He always had a sour look on his face, and I had seen how people avoided him because he was one mean looking man with a face representing Shrek as a real person and who walked as if someone was holding a fucking oak tree to his asshole and threatening to 'go all the way'.
But I'd seen how he'd risked his own safety and asshole by actually climbing up an oak tree to rescue a little girl's overly fat kitten and giving it to her with a face that was not quite so ogre-y.
The theory of how people were never what they seemed to be was something that I would often reflect on, and it was just something that would randomly pass through my head, much like those times where my brain would alert me to the fact I was running low on cup ramen.
Today, an average Tuesday, was another such day where that old saying became apparent. However, this time, it was for two different people.
The first, was none other than my very own boyfriend.
Uchiha Sasuke, the raven haired class president.
He gave off a 'cool' and 'stoic' and, in my opinion, 'asshole-ish' aura. People saw him as the quiet, broody type. And they weren't too far off.
But I can tell you all from personal experience that that 'broody' part is just a mask to hide an even darker being. There is a beast within Sasuke. Something within his being that one would never imagine to be residing there.
Yes...I have discovered, only recently that Sasuke has something deep within him.
And what is this most horrific thing, you may ask?
Well, as it turns out.
Uchiha Sasuke, cold bastard class president, star student and 'Devil-does-care-but-not-about-you-noobs' person...is secretly a closet pervert that I've had the misfortune to get wrapped up with.
And this is coming from the guy who knows Jiraiya!
If I can say that Sasuke is a pervert like Jiraiya, then you know it's bad.
It was Tuesday, as I mentioned before, and I was walking to school, much like usual. I arrived, much like usual. I ignored the mean glares and taunts and insults, like usual. I made like a ninja and avoided several death traps set out for me, like usual.
And then, somehow, I was being dragged into a janitors closet by the class president. This was not in the norm.
After that, I found my mouth being fully ravaged by said class president. This was also something that I was not used to, but it was something I knew I'd grow to accept.
Then there were the hands reaching under my shirt, and the leg trying valiantly to part my thighs.
That's when I realized, to my horror, that Sasuke was horny.
And when Sasuke is horny, Sasuke is even scarier than when he's broody.
I thought we'd take it slow, since our relationship was something a little odd. We were best friends, most definitely. And yes, we both really liked each other. But I had never been with someone this way, so all these experiences were new to me.
And quite honestly, I felt more than a bit nervous at how fast he seemed to want to move.
I know plenty of people are probably rolling their eyes and saying 'It's not that fast' and 'Please, there are people who go way further than you did on the first date' and all that jazz.
Yes, I get it.
But as I mentioned, I've been hated my entire life. I have yet to find the reason why.
And because I've been hated, I have never dated.
Enjoy the poetry, it's not going to last.
I know that what we were doing wasn't exactly all that serious, but dammit, to me it was a big step. It was out of the norm. And everyone is uncomfortable and nervous in foreign territory.
So, that is why when I felt that leg, and those hands, and the lips heading towards my collarbone, I reached up to lightly push him away.
"Sasuke hang on!" I said, batting at his shoulders when he continued licking my neck. He pulled away and frowned at me in the dark of the painfully small closet.
"What's wrong?"
"We can't do this here." I whispered, hoping to God that the janitor wasn't on his way over. Lord knows how many homosexual children he, Sasuke and I would breed should he open the door now.
Sasuke frowned. "Why not? There's no one here." Was that a pout I saw?
"I know but someone could walk in! And besides...I...I'm not all that ready for that sort of stuff yet." I mumbled, feeling my face heat up.
Sasuke sighed, pulling me closer and kissing my cheek. "Okay, I understand." He murmured.
I sagged with relief, opening my mouth to thank him when I felt a hand crawling down to a very suspicious area at an even more suspicious pace.
"I understand that I'm going to have to show you that this isn't bad at all." Sasuke said, and I could hear the smirk as loudly as a fog horn in a graveyard.
"Sasuke!" I hissed, reaching down to tug his hand away from the goods. Seriously the merchandise was not to be touched!
But Sasuke was a persistent bastard, I'll admit. It seemed we were having yet another challenge as rivals. Fucked up, abnormal rivals, but rivals nonetheless.
Eventually, we were kissing again, and I was still fending Sasuke's hand away from my goods. But I could feel myself starting to lose this battle, despite my inner protests of how I never lose to him.
Shut up all of you.
Right when my hands seemed to give up on me, and Sasuke smirked in victory, and I could practically feel my innocence getting dragged towards a window, the door opened.
"UCHIHA!"
And once again, I was privy to the sight of Sasuke running full speed away from Kiba.
It was amusing, I admit. Especially when both of them slipped on the wet floor near the corner, and they seemed to do a few figure skating moves before regaining their balance and continuing the chase.
Sakura came up behind me, shaking her head at our two friends. "Those two. I just don't get it." She sighed.
I laughed, adjusting my shirt and bag. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Kiba was all for getting you and Sasuke together, and yet now that you are, it's as if he's adamant to make sure you guys don't do anything romantic." She said, her hands on her hips as she watched Sasuke and Kiba run in circles around each other.
I hummed thoughtfully, leaning against the wall. "Maybe he's just a weirdo that way?" I suggested, grinning.
Sakura snorted. "Did you only figure that out now?" she teased. I snickered, reaching over to lightly tap her shoulder in punishment. She did the same, only minus the 'light' part.
"Ouch! Sakura-chan!" I whined, rubbing my abused arm. She only smiled as the bell rang up ahead.
"Come on, we'd better get to class." She said, motioning for me to follow. I nodded, falling into step beside her.
Sasuke and Kiba soon came running past us towards the classroom door. It seemed Sasuke was holding Kiba's bag, using it as a way to keep Kiba from ripping his balls off. However, when he reached the door he spun around and threw Kiba's bag in the opposite direction.
"Fetch boy!" he ordered before slipping into the classroom.
Sakura and I laughed hysterically at Kiba's face, which clearly showed he was torn between getting his bag since he needed it, or not getting since that would make him follow Sasuke's dog-order.
I fell into my seat for Biology, and leant back, stretching. The rest of the class soon filled up, with everyone chattering away, mostly about the upcoming sports festival. From what I knew, it was almost completely organized, with only a few more things left. Sasuke had been kept after school more than once, and called away during his break times even more to help with preparations. He had told us that the festival wasn't all it's being made out to be, but since it was obvious that he was not happy about it, we decided not to take his word for it.
I was actually looking forward to it, since it would be cool not to have to work, and it was something that sounded fun.
Sasuke had told me his family was going to be there, even though he wasn't actually participating in any of the events himself. I was looking forward to spending time with the Uchiha family again. It would be the first time I would be with them in public, and somehow, I guess I had hopes that perhaps the other students and people would lay off my back a bit if they saw the Uchiha's accepting me.
Shikamaru was asleep on his desk behind me, and I turned to poke his head when Asuma-sensei walked into the class room. He yawned widely and sat back, grumbling about annoying teachers interrupting his nap time. I grinned and turned back to face the front, leaning against my hand and watching the board with glazed eyes.
Sasuke still helped me with Biology on occasion when I got stuck, and I'd found this class seemed to be a lot easier now that I had people to explain the things I didn't get the first time round. I was still marvelling at how much my life had changed recently.
And I didn't really do anything different to cause it.
It all started when Sasuke, or Avenger had asked to meet me. Everything had started changing after that.
I smiled to myself, thinking that if it weren't for the online game Shaiya, Sasuke and I might never have started playing together, and none of this would have happened.
And then parents have the gall to say games are a waste of time.
Ha!
Fools! They should know better than that.
Asuma-sensei was explaining to the students about something or another, but I just wasn't really concentrating. The weather was really nice today, and the sky was a clear blue for once. I was looking out the window, admiring the way the sun's light would cause the metal panes to sparkle slightly.
Well shit, it seems the sparkly vampire references were everywhere! I was almost expecting a werewolf to gallop past before changing into a shirtless sweaty jock and flashing a bright, perfect smile.
Suddenly, the class around me seemed to quiet down, and I snapped out of my daze at the change, turning to see what had happened. I swallowed thickly when I saw a pair of eyes staring at me.
"Oh, hello. What brings you to my classroom today, Mizuki?" Asuma-sensei asked, leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms.
Mizuki looked at him before sighing. "Uzumaki Naruto needs to come with me quickly." He said, his voice showing that he didn't want to be here. Everyone turned to look at me, and I could feel Sasuke, Sakura, Kiba and even Shikamaru's worried gazes.
I gulped again, wondering what Mizuki wanted me for and slowly stood up. Asuma-sensei was watching Mizuki, seeming to think about something. Before I could leave the classroom, however, he spoke up.
"Hang on, Uzumaki. Mizuki, why do you need to borrow my student?" he asked. Mizuki sighed.
"The headmaster wants to speak to him about something. I'm not sure what, I was just told to call him." He said, sounding a little annoyed at all the questioning.
Asuma-sensei hesitated for a moment, before shrugging. "Well, okay. Just try not to keep him too long. This lesson is pretty important, so he can't miss too much."
At this Mizuki sneered. "I'm sure Uchiha-kun will be more than happy to tutor him on the things he misses." He said coldly.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sasuke tense and glare darkly at Mizuki while everyone else looked between Sasuke, Mizuki and I, confused.
Mizuki motioned for me to hurry up, and I followed him out the class, sending a last nervous glance to my friends. I could see Sakura and Kiba whispering to each other frantically, and Shikamaru and Sasuke watching after us intently.
Mizuki started walking towards the principal's office. "Hurry up Uzumaki. I don't have all day." He called. I quickly caught up, walking just a little behind him. I won't deny that I felt more than a little apprehensive as to why I was called away. So far as I knew, I hadn't broken any rules or done anything wrong, so why would the principal need me?
Suddenly, my eyes widened in horror. Had someone seen Sasuke and me making out somewhere on the school grounds during the week and told the Dean? Is that why I was being called?
But then if that was the case, how come Sasuke wasn't called as well?
I was confused and nervous over this, I even failed to notice we'd arrived until Mizuki was poking at my shoulder.
"Come on. Go in." He growled impatiently.
Gulping, I knocked once before walking in, seeing the school's headmaster Sarutobi-sensei sitting at his desk, looking at a paper intently. He looked up and smiled slightly when he saw us.
"Hello Naruto-kun. How are you today?" he asked, motioning for me to take a seat.
"Uh, I'm okay sir, and yourself?" I asked politely, sitting down and clutching the chair tightly. He nodded.
"I'm good, thank you. I'm sorry to call you away from your lessons, but there's just something we need to sort out." He said, shuffling through the papers on his desk. I nodded meekly, glancing around the office. Believe it or not, I hadn't actually been called to the principal's office all that much, so it was a bit nerve wracking.
The walls were painted white and they seemed to shine from the sunlight that came pouring in from a large window behind his desk. Pictures of entire classes and groups of teachers were framed on the walls, and a few personal family photos were adorning the desk. A pot plant, leafy and green and flourishing, sat in one corner next to a small, comfortable looking chair. The floor was simple carpet, beige in colour and finishing off the room nicely.
I fidgeted a bit in my chair, waiting for him to further explain what I was called for. Mizuki was standing in a corner, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and looking out the window blankly.
Finally, after a few moments, Sarutobi-sensei pulled out a slip of paper, reading over it quickly before looking at me.
"Naruto-kun, you know of the school sports festival that's coming up next week, correct?" he asked and smiled in return to my nod. "Well, the thing is, all students need to get this slip signed by their parents or guardian. It's a rule, you see. However...in your case..." he trailed off. The rest was obvious after all.
I had no parents, and to be perfectly honest, I had no guardian either. While there were people who acted as semi-guardians, like Iruka, and sometimes Jiraiya and Tsunade, they weren't my official guardians.
"Sir, do I not count as an independent? I have no guardian or parent. I receive a small sum of money from the government to help pay for my apartment and food." I asked.
Sarutobi-sensei hummed, leaning back in his chair. "I know that, however, you are still at an age where, while you are able to get a job, live on your own and be independent, this school's rules still see sixteen as an age under guardianship. In other words, you still need a signature to attend." He said, frowning sadly.
I sighed, already guessing that I might have to miss the sports day after all. However, before I could leave, Sarutobi-sensei spoke up again.
"However, I spoke to the school board, and they agreed that if one of your teachers signed a form that said they would take responsibility for you on that day, then you could still attend." He said.
I blinked. A teacher? I supposed that was a fine idea, but the question was, which teacher would I ask? Not all of my teachers liked me, Mizuki was just one example. Asuma-sensei seemed to be alright, but I remembered him mentioning he wouldn't be at the school during the sports day. Kakashi-sensei might sign, but then again, I didn't really know him. And he was weird. And he was always reading a suspicious book. I was sure it was porn, since I'd seen Jiraiya's name on it once.
"So, do you know of a teacher that wouldn't mind?" Sarutobi-sensei was asking. I thought for a moment, wondering which teacher I could ask.
Suddenly, there was a soft huff from behind me before I felt someone leaning over me towards the desk.
"I'll sign it, Sarutobi-san."
I blinked before whipping my head around to stare incredulously at Mizuki. He didn't even spare me a glance as he took the pen Sarutobi-sensei was offering and scribbled his name on the paper.
"Excellent. You are his homeroom teacher, so that makes it all the better. Now that that's sorted, you may leave Naruto-kun. Sorry for bothering you like this." The principal said, smiling. I nodded absently, still staring at Mizuki in disbelief. He was already heading towards the door, as if he had not just pulled a complete one-eighty in personality by actually doing something that would benefit me.
I rose from my seat, bowing slightly at the principal and offering a 'Good day sir' to him before I hurried after Mizuki, seeing him heading towards the staff room. Just before he went through the door, I found my voice and called out again.
"S-Sensei!"
He paused, barely turning his head to look at me over his shoulder. I stopped, clutching the sheet of paper that gave me permission to attend the festival. The piece of paper he'd signed. Still feeling completely thrown for a loop by his actions, I swallowed.
"Uh...Just...Thank you. For...you know, signing and...stuff." I stumbled out, looking around awkwardly. Mizuki stared at me for a minute before giving an almost invisible nod and walking through the door, disappearing from my sight.
I was stunned. Mizuki had always hated me, and actually gone out of his way on occasion to do something to make me miserable. And yet now he had done something that made me happy. I wanted to attend the sports festival. I'd said it before. He could see it. Hell, anyone could see it, since I could jabber on about it excitedly unless someone slapped a hand over my mouth. So why had he signed? Why had he helped? He was proving that old saying once more.
Was Mizuki different than he appeared after all? But why now?
I stood in the middle of the hallway, staring at the door blankly before my body registered that I wasn't supposed to be there. In a confused daze, I trudged back towards my Biology class.
Once again, I knocked on the door before coming in. The class looked up at me when I came in, and Asuma-sensei raised an eyebrow at my dazed look, but dismissed it and told me to take my seat.
I could feel the curious gazes of my friends, and a short glance showed that each of them with the exception of Shikamaru and Sasuke, who was actually not even in the classroom for some reason, were itching to get out of their seats and come bombard me with questions.
I sat down, still clutching the piece of paper in my hand. It was almost surreal. Any moment, I expected Mizuki's signature to disappear, but it didn't.
As soon as Asuma-sensei resumed the lesson, Shikamaru leant forwards.
"Hey, Naruto." He hissed softly. "What's up with you?" he asked.
I leant back slightly, looking at him out of the corner of my eyes. "I am really confused right now."
"Why?"
Silently, I handed him the paper, making sure Asuma-sensei didn't see. If he did, he didn't do anything.
Shikamaru read over it, seeming to not understand my confusion. However, when he saw who had signed it, he paused, and I could see the gears in his head spinning out of control as they processed everything.
"...Why?" he asked, after a long silence. I shrugged, taking the piece of paper from him and facing the front again, my eyes staring ahead.
"I honestly don't know."
~Sasuke POV~
When Naruto was called away, by Mizuki no less, I'd been more than a little apprehensive. Naruto had told me long ago how Mizuki hated him, and it wasn't that hard to believe since I'd seen it firsthand many times before. We'd both spent a while trying to come up with reasons as to why he seemed to loathe Naruto so much. But at the end, we concluded that it was the same reason everyone else seemed to have issues.
And that reason is still a mystery to us.
Two minutes after Naruto left the room, I couldn't relax. I was concerned. If someone had seen Naruto and I kissing during the week, I had no doubt that they'd report it, just to get at Naruto. And since it's me, they might not even mention me, thereby sparing me from trouble.
On top of that, there was the way Mizuki had been acting lately. I wouldn't put it past him to suddenly make up some excuse to drag Naruto away and make him miserable with detention, or another form of punishment. Perhaps even something worse.
That's when another thought struck me, and I felt frozen in my seat.
Would Mizuki ever physically hurt Naruto?
I knew he had a record for being a bit of a hot tempered teacher, and often he would knock things over on his desk when the students were particularly annoying. But would he ever go as far as to actually hit Naruto with the flesh of his own hand?
The thought made my stomach tighten in anger and fear. If I ever saw that, I know that I would lose it. If Mizuki laid a hand on Naruto, I would not hesitate to destroy him on the spot for daring to touch my boyfriend.
Before my brain could really process anything, my body was moving and my hand was in the air.
"Yes, Uchiha?"
"May I please be excused to the bathroom?"
"...Alright. But try not to take too long."
"Yes sir. Thank you."
I was out of the classroom in a blur, and it took a lot of will power to stop myself from sprinting towards the principal's office. The hallways were empty since everyone else was in class, with the exception of a few students or teachers hurrying to another classroom. I was nearing the principal's office when the door opened and Mizuki walked out. Feeling a moment of panic, I darted into the nearest door and ended up in the staff room.
I could hear footsteps getting closer, and felt my heart beat wildly in realization that Mizuki was heading towards me. Scanning the room, I saw a small alcove for the window, the curtains tied back.
Without much time to think, I ran towards it, climbing up on the sill and untying the curtains, yanking them closed in front of me. It was, without a doubt, one of the worst hiding places ever, but I was out of options when I heard the door open.
I tried to sit as still as possible, leaning against the window. I heard Mizuki open the door and suddenly another voice called out. One which I instantly recognized as Naruto.
"S-Sensei!" there was a pause before he continued, his voice coming out a bit weak and awkward, and I could picture him standing there, shuffling his feet and his blue eyes darting around unsurely. "Uh...Just...Thank you. For...you know, signing and...stuff."
I wondered what he was talking about, but couldn't dwell on it when I heard Mizuki enter the room and close the door.
There went my exit.
I clenched my fists, wondering how I was going to get out of here and get back to class. I could hear Mizuki shuffling around, most likely making a cup of coffee and sitting down to relax on the couch or something. I glanced around and saw that there was a tree growing in the school garden very close to the window. If I jumped...
Feeling more than a little weary of this new plan, but not really seeing any other options, I turned and sneakily pulled the window open. Thankfully it didn't make any noise, and I sent a silent thanks to the janitors and caretakers who kept the windows clean and the hinges well oiled.
After I got the window open, I edged towards the frame, holding onto the edges and wondering the about the best way to jump without making too much noise.
Finally, I decided that I'd just go and hope for the best. If I got caught, I'd just have to deal with it if it happened. I'm sure I'd be able to come up with something and if not, I didn't really mind a detention or two. It would just be very awkward, and no doubt Itachi would have a good laugh at my poor spy skills.
Letting my legs stick out the window and press against the wall below, I slid closer to the edge, cursing in my head over the fact that the principal's office and staff room was on the second floor instead of the first. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself, and eyed the branch I was going to make a leap for. It looked sturdy enough, and landing on it shouldn't be too hard. I just hoped it wasn't a deceiving branch that would snap at my weight and make me fall to possible death or serious injury.
Knowing that stalling wouldn't help, I grit my teeth before shoving myself forward, withholding any grunts and resisting the urge to give a war-cry for luck. I sailed through the air, stretching out my arms and legs towards the branch. I saw my one leg go over it and knew I'd make it.
However, only one leg went over. The other didn't.
Which meant, of course, that when I landed on the branch, it shot up between my legs and left me doubling over, clutching onto it and gasping for breath, my fingers cracking the flaky bark and my legs dangling limply on either side as pain flared in my lower half.
It was times like these I cursed having a weak point that dangled on the outside. It was such an inconvenience.
With my eyes watering at the pain, I straightened my back and glanced towards the window. Luckily, the curtains were still closed and there was no one around. Thankful that no one had seen any of what just transpired, I thought of how to get down. When I realized I was quite a ways away from the trunk of the tree, I almost whimpered. I'd have to slide towards it, since I couldn't swing my leg over to one side unless I wanted to fall.
Biting my lip, I slowly began sliding towards the trunk, hissing when my still sensitive crotch hit a nasty part. Seriously, sometimes having balls wasn't something to brag about.
When I finally made it to the trunk, I was able to grab another branch and swing my leg over, finally making progress towards the ground. As I went, I could hear the mission impossible theme playing in my mind, and snickered, knowing that it was influenced from hanging around Naruto and Kiba so much.
I sighed once I reached the ground, running a hand through my hair and taking a step, wincing slightly as I did so. Feeling a bit proud that I'd done all that without being seen, I smirked and turned around.
Kakashi was sitting under a tree not too far away, his head tilted back and his face covered by an orange book he always seemed to carry. I froze, one hand in my hair and the other hovering near my painful crotch, and my eyes widened epically.
Time seemed to still for a moment as I stared at the form of my History teacher. He didn't move a muscle.
After tense seconds where I could already see myself dying on the spot, there came a peculiar noise from Kakashi's still figure. I flinched before it sounded again, and I realized with a jolt that he was snoring.
He was fast asleep.
I melted with relief, but didn't let my guard down. As quietly as I could, I edged towards him, wanting to make sure he was asleep and not just holding back laughter at seeing my escapade earlier.
Holding my breath, I peered over at him, reaching out a hand and jabbing him in the side quickly before pulling away and watching with wide eyes.
He just snorted slightly and turned his head the other way, the book sliding down slightly.
I let out a breath of relief and quickly scurried away from him, heading towards the nearest entrance, which happened to be the back door the janitors used. I passed through the foul smelling area, and ran towards the stairs. Once on the second floor, I started jogging towards my classroom, pausing outside to catch my breath and fix my outfit so that there were no twigs or leaves anywhere.
Knocking quickly, I slid open the door and stepped inside. Asuma-sensei glanced up from his book and blinked, then nodded at my seat, which translated as 'I acknowledge your return, now sit down, shut up and learn shit'.
I believe I once mentioned I was fluent in 'nods'.
As I got to my seat, I saw Naruto sitting in his, looking dazed as usual. Glad he was somewhat alright, I made a note to speak to him later about whatever had gone down with Mizuki. As I sat, Kiba who was seated behind me sniffed the air before covering his mouth and narrowing his eyes at me.
"You smell like shit that got eaten and regurgitated my a sick cow." He hissed.
I sighed and kicked my leg back, striking him in the shin. He let out a strangled cry, making everyone look at him. Asuma-sensei chuckled.
"Very good Inuzuka. That is the exact sound that a hyena might make when going through a rough birth. But next time, please ask before doing a vocal demonstration." He said.
The class laughed and I smirked over at Kiba, who glared at me and mouthed that he would kill me later.
I just tilted my head up slightly at the challenge before facing the front, but not before looking over at Naruto and catching his eye. I sent him a small wink, and he returned it with a smile and a resigned shake of the head before he too turned to the front.
And so the day continued on.
XD Sasuke's part was completely spur of the moment! I didn't even realize I was writing it until I got to the Kakashi sleeping part. Because then I had to think about whether to add that or not, and just decided 'Aw to hell with it. Let's put it in.'
Kao: XD Lol! That's what he said!
Juura: *slaps him* Shut up.
Kam: Heheh. I wonder what people will say about this chapter...
Kao: XD I enjoyed seeing Sasuke get hurt like that. Tree:1 Sasuke:0.
Juura: First the couch, now the tree. Inanimate objects are hard players for sure. XD
Ahahah, excuse my randomness! :3 and what'cha think about Mizuki now, hmm? Muahahhaa!
To be honest, right now I'm having a bit of a dilemma concerning the next couple of chapters...there are two ways to go, and I'm wondering which way to go...because one option is simplest, since it was my first choice and is most planned out, however, the next option is also very appealing, but I'd have to do some serious twisting and turning to write it out and make it work without getting everything confused...
XD Reviews make great belated Christmas gifts! (Oh yeah...I WENT there!)