Warning: A little bit of angst and a tad bit of fluff 8D.
Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing~
Guys, I'm really sorry updates are so short and far in-between! (I think that's how it goes). But I've been busy with school and preoccupied with a lot of things so I'll be trying to update this story at least once every two weeks if I can. Also you might not be seeing any new stories from me for a while until school work lessens or the holidays. I hope you all had a wonderful summer and enjoy chapter 37 c:
And oh yes the anonymous who sent me this:
"Anonymous 8/27/12 . chapter 36
What the fuck! Ur such a fucking dick! I mean c'mon! I like Naruto getting in trouble! Not Uchiha! Just so you know, I'm not gonna alert this story! I hate it... Worst story ever! Go die in hell, mothafucker! :(("
Allow me to just direct you the the Naruto Manga where I'm pretty sure, if I'm not mistaken, Sasuke has gotten into MORE than just trouble. So. You know. If you want to not alert me and say idiotic things for an idiotic reason such as your favorite character "Getting in trouble" then, by all means, go ahead. I'll sit back and laugh like I have been since I've read this. Have a lovely day~
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Staring at Miras
Soooo... the car ride home was rather... awkward.
Wait, no. Awkward isn't the proper word to describe the tension floating around between us. It was more of a frustration more than anything else. Sasuke didn't say anything or try to touch me—since he's always freaking trying to touch me all the time I was a little freaked out.
I'm going to put all my money on the table that he's acting so distance because of who he was talking to.
You see, when I came back with my brand new pair of overalls waiting to be worn and showed off to the world, I spotted Sasuke talking to someone I surely didn't know. At first I had to do a double take because Sasuke never talked to people. Well, I've never seen him go up to strangers and engage in conversation unless it was promotional or at a concert. The fact that my Sasuke was talking to someone else who happened to have boobs...
This scared me a little.
I wasn't even jealous before you guys try to worm that in. My trust in Sasuke could take down all the ripped body builders in the world, but I was really confused on what Sasuke had to discuss with the curvy... big boobed... shemale, beast, whatever.
Her boobs had to be plastic... or an optical illusion. Shebeasts were scary like that.
Nope. Totally not jealous.
Anyways, after shebeast walked away I made it my time to enter stage right.
"Hey there, love!" I pecked him on the cheek and slipped my hand in his but he didn't respond until a full, ten minutes later.
Sasuke blinked, staring at me as if he finally noticed I was standing by his side. "Oh... hey. I'm guessing you bought your overalls?"
What? No kiss back? I puffed out my cheeks but nodded my head anyways. "Yeaaaah. They make my ass look nice. I sent a picture to Pein and he also agreed."
"Hn."
Okay... now I know for a fact something was wrong. Sasuke is the most possessive lover I have ever met—okay, not as bad as Vincent but still. Normally if I even brought up that someone happened to glance my way he'd get all scary, attack dog on them and glare them down till they left. Gaara, Kiba, and Pein, were wonderful witnesses to such behavior.
So the fact that he wasn't even phased by the fact that Pein saw my ass—and the text he sent me back was as lewd as lewd could be—seriously has me freaked...
Back to the car ride, though. We were about halfway home when Sasuke finally pulled me into his lap, arms wrapped around my middle tightly, and his face buried into my neck. He didn't say anything. His heart did all the talking.
Gosh... he was such a little kid sometimes. Always being stubborn when they have a problem. Or maybe that's just an Uchiha thing. Leaning my head back, I started to play with his fingers. "I know something's bugging you, Uchiha. If you don't spill I won't bake you my super special awesome brownies you love so much." the brownies I make come from the box but, dammit, I make the best fucking box brownies ever!
That actually got a snicker out of Sasuke. Such a huge achievement since he barely even muttered a word for the past two hours (not including the car ride). "Nothing's wrong, Dobe. Is it so weird that I'm quiet?"
"Hell yes it is, you flaming pervert."
"The flaming pervert wasn't necessary, Naru."
"Yes it was. Because Flaming Pervert should have his hands all over me and you're being docile! You expect me to sit here and take this without cocking my eyebrow?" I scoffed. "Please, give me a little more credit, love."
"So I'm back to love now?"
"Don't fucking change the subject!"
A heavy sigh left Sasuke's mouth, his chest shuddering ever so slightly against my back. "Will you believe me this once when I say everything's okay? Sometimes a little peace and quiet doesn't mean the world is about to end." he kissed the back of my neck and let out another sigh. I could feel the corner of his lips stretching out into a worn out smile.
As if smiling was becoming a tiring hassle in itself.
I wasn't the type of person to let an issue that was gnawing on my butt lie down, but Sasuke was already putting up walls. Walls that would take a long time to crack. So I'll let it drop... for now. It doesn't mean I won't pick it back up when we're home and alone together but I'll definitely give Sasuke his space to think for now. Curling up into his arms, I nuzzled into his neck and he kissed me on the top of the head.
For now we were simply comfortable relaxing into one another, feeding off each other's warmth. There was a digging feeling in the pit of my stomach I couldn't ignore even as we climbed into the elevator for the Penthouse. A sort of feeling that told me our troubles were long from over...
+MAXED-OUT+
"Come on, Uzumaki! Push it for ten more minutes!"
"F... Fuck... y-you! Y...You said... that... t-the... last time... Inuzuka!"
"Yeah, well, you can add ten minutes more!" Kiba barked into my ear, squirting water onto my face like that was going to change things. The only success it gained was getting me even more pissed than I already was.
Good old Wednesday morning training in the gym, you just gotta fucking love it. Jiraiya had told me that it was my turn to work out while Sasuke did odd jobs and appearances for the day. Of course I begged him to take me with them but Jiraiya was adamant I get some work done. Pssssh, he acts like I've gotten fat or something! Just because I pigged out a lot doesn't mean I won't work it off... eventually... Anyways, being the white-haired prick he is, Jiraiya assigned Kiba as my personal trainer.
I honestly really believe he did that to spite me.
For three, freaking, hours, I've had Kiba send me through Spartan drills that I don't even think were logical! Like, run at the wall, do a kick flip, and then repeat that five more times with a medicine ball in my hands? He had to have made them up half-drunk that's not even possible! And then he made me do embarassing things like burpees and 'I'm a star' jumps. Good Lord, everyone in the Towers must think I'm some freak...
Or, well, more of a freak. Whatever.
Finally Kiba decided to act like a decent, normal human being and made me go one hour on the treadmill. An hour isn't so bad, only when I was a few minutes from being finished he'd be like "YOU CAN DO MORE, PUNK!" and "DON'T FUCKING QUIT ON ME TILL I BLOW THE WHISTLE!"
"GET THAT DAMN WATER BOTTLE OUT OF MY FACE, KIBA!"
"NOT UNTIL YOU FINISH THIS LAP, UZUMAKI! COME ON, I WANT YOU GAGGING WHEN WE'RE DONE!"
The timer couldn't have gone off faster. By the time I had done my lap I slapped the STOP button on the control panel and decreased my dead on sprint to a jog to a walk. Kiba had a stupid looking smirk slapped on his stupid looking face that I really wanted to punch. He patted me on the shoulder and threw me a towel.
"Good work, Uzumaki! Now go hit the showers you smell like roadkill."
Ohhhh, Kiba was having too much fun with this. My revenge towards him shall be even worse than I orginally planned. Wiping off the sweat caked on my forehead and faced, my chest was rising and falling rather heavily, I shot Kiba a weak glare. "For the love of God can you not use me as a test dummy for your latest acting gig? I may be your best friend but gimmie a break!"
"Come on, man! I freaking nailed acting like a drill sergeant coach! That acting gig is so mine!"
"Yeah, yeah, that's freaking great and all but next time go Nazi on someone who won't actually punch you in the gut."
"What do you—Ow! Fuck! You actually punched me!"
Well, duh. Snickering—bitches think I joke. Naru never jokes—I walked over to my sports bag for my water. Lord knows I'm going to be hella sore tomorrow after such a workout. My water bottle was slowly being depleted as I scrolled through my phone and got... nothing. No texts from Sasuke updating me on humorous comments about the people at work or calls from him with cute messages like I miss you and If I don't see your ass in the next two minutes I'll flip tables. Little childish or sweet things that made my heart flutter—I got none of that. Just an empty message box laughing at me.
Kiba came up and rested his chin on my shoulder. I flicked him in the nose because, dude, first of all my shoulder is mad sweaty and secondly my bad mood is deteriorating to an ever worse mood than before. "Yo, man. Aren't you gonna hop in the shower? I wasn't acting when I said you stank."
"Mhm..." Kiba must have picked up on the dejection in my tone—not like I was doing anything to hide it—and poked me on the cheek.
"Oi. What's got you so down in the dumps, eh? I told you I was just joking!"
"It's not you, idiot. It's..." I sighed, leaning against the wall that was a mirror from floor to ceiling. "Lately Sasuke's been acting pretty... distant. He'll still hug me and stuff but when it comes to opening up he just shuts me out. I think it has something to do with this girl he bumped into at the mall earlier this week..."
"Girl?" Kiba joined me by the mirror and crossed his arms. "Did you get a good look at her?"
"Ummm, not really. All I was really able to pick out was that she had really long red hair and gigantic boobs."
"Mira." What? I shot Kiba a look and he elaborated. "That's Mira Heartfield, an American supermodel turned actress. She's of Japanese descent though and her mother is this huge fashion tycoon over here. You know of Regal clothing line, right?" Well obviously. I buy all my shoes from that clothing line! They literally have the greatest fashion sense in the world—no one else can compare.
"Yeah I know them... Wait. So Sasuke fucking knows the daughter of Regal clothing line? Are you shitting me!" Of course he knows! He freaking banged anyone with a nice pair of legs before we got together. I wouldn't be surprised if he hooked it up with the prime minister's daughter at least once. But he had a policy that I, sadly, knew by heart.
Sasuke never met up with the same person he fucked once. No calls, conversation, absolutely nothing. So for him to actually talk to Mira means she meant something... right? Wait... I remember Sasuke telling me his last relationship was rather serious before he became a man whore. Maybe... maybe Mira was the one who left him brokenhearted. Ugh. Just thinking about that being a possibility makes my stomach curl.
"Ne... Kiba. You're in the know about celebrity relationships. Was Mira ever involved with someone from Japan?"
"Ummm... the details are kind of fuzzy but I think she was. Yeah. Though both sides had families mad close with the media so they were able to keep who she was dating under wraps."
"Damn." Alright. Okay. So my leads are pretty much squashed at this end but what do I have to worry about? Sasuke's mine. He loves me. I love him. And Mira can put her boobs all up in his face for all care but I know Sasuke won't waver. What we have is real and I'm acting stupid for worrying over something that's not even my business. Sasuke probably got caught up with work so that's why he didn't text me. Yeah... that's why. So I should just calm down, take a shower, and blow some steam off with my friends.
After a good fifteen minute shower—half the time Kiba tried to smack me in the butt with a towel—Kiba and I were both decked out in a pair of sweats and t-shirts wondering what we should do next.
"We could head over to Cosmos?" Kiba offered.
I grinned. "Sounds like a plan, dude! I bet Pein will love to see my beautiful face after months of separation."
+MAXED-OUT+
Of course, Pein's an asshole so the minute I slid onto the bar stool he almost ushered a security guard to take me out.
"Wow, Pein! I';m sensing the love, man! Some best friend you are!"
"Don't use that tone with me. You're the one who hasn't visited in a while. It's a miracle I even recognized you before Bruce got serious." Bruce was the big, scary, bouncer from America Pein hired recently. Apparently the dude took his job like he was guarding Fort Knox but had a wonderful sense of dry humor to back it up. I'd have a lot of fun teasing him, that's for sure~
I rolled my eyes and accepted the nonalcoholic drink Pein made especially for me. "Extremely lucky~ But how have you been, man? It seems like years since I've been here last! Business looks like it's booming."
"Yeah. A local club critic stopped by a month or so ago and did a review on Cosmos. He gave my club five out of five stars in both Japan, America, and European's news outlets. Gotta say his good word for me has been the reason why they're so many new faces."
Pein was right. As I scanned the crowd it became harder and harder for me to spot out familiar faces. Cosmos was usually packed with locals but it seemed like all walks of life had managed to worm their way in. In the mix of hazy blues and purples I was able to spot out a vibrant bout of red hair... Familiar red hair. Long, red, female hair. I spun around in my stool and my jaw dropped. I know I didn't get a good look at her but I swear on all the cookies I've eaten that Mira was sitting just a few feet away in a corner booth sipping an Electric Shock—I could tell because Pein's special drink was bright pink and stood out really well in the lighting.
Pein leaned forward, a mocking smirk on his face. "Checking out the scene, Naruto? Shouldn't let your eyes wander too far or your Uchiha will get jealous."
"Shhhhhh." I put my hands to his face and pushed him away, trying to get a better look at just who Mira was talking to. "I'm stalking."
Two seconds later someone slid into the booth across from her. It was really hard to tell who it was from the side because people were going and coming as they mingled in and out of the crowd. When a break period finally came I noticed the unusual spike in the boy's hair that defied all sense of gravity.
Fuck.
I'm dating someone who's hair defied all sense of gravity.
By the time I realized that Mira was chatting it up with Sasuke, both casually sipping on drinks and laughing—good God, Sasuke, why are you laughing—I had already fallen out of my stool and onto the floor.
Kiba, who just came back from a dance session, kicked me in the side like the best friend I loved and sighed. "Dude. You're in public. At least act somewhat normal while we're out, yeah?"
"I didn't put anything alcoholic in your drink so I don't know why you're acting stupid, Naruto." Pein casually butted in. "Saw something you shouldn't have seen?"
All I could do was nod really as I slowly got up from the ground, eyes trailed on the fiery redhead and my boyfriend casually chatting it up. I sat down on the bar stool and pulled out my phone, staring at the empty message box in the glow of the night club. With a sigh, I rested my head in my arms and allowed Pein and Kiba to poke me repeatedly with my words if I was really alright.
No... No I wasn't alright at all.
+MAXED-OUT+
That evening at dinner was uncharacteristically quiet. I chose to sit next to Iruka—a blaring indicator that I was mad at Sasuke and or something was wrong—and Sasuke kept to himself most of the time. Iruka looked back and forth between us, obviously wanting to say something but deciding against it.
Dinner went on in an awkward fashion until I excused myself and bolted up to our room. I was being childish, I know. Instead of running from the problem that might not even be a problem, I should be confronting Sasuke on my suspicions and get the truth. But... I'm so scared. I'm so scared because Mira meant something to Sasuke—which is saying a hell of a lot about their relationship. Sasuke had unabashedly told me he loved her—or at least thought he did—and that she left a terrible scar on him. Her absence pushed him so far to whoring himself out on whoever gave him a second glance. Doesn't that give me a little incentive to be worried that they've found each other again? I mean, Sasuke's a pretty callous guy. He wouldn't go back to her even if she begged and pleaded and cried. He's human, though. And humans will always carrying lingering attachments to the people and objects who've left an impact in their lives...
The soft click of the door opening hit my ears but I stayed buried under my comforters. A body pressed itself onto the bed and suddenly arms were wrapped around my covered sides.
"Dobe. What are you worrying about now?" Sasuke's voice sent shivers down my spine as he leaned in to whisper in my ears.
I'm worrying about everything. "Nothing. My stomach just hurts. That's all."
"Hurts enough that you didn't want to sit with me?" Sasuke was obviously ticked by this but he was doing a damn good job of keeping it out of his voice. "I'll make you some tea if it's bothering you so badly."
Don't be nice to me. Please don't. Please... By now my stomach actually was staring to hurt a little, twisting in uncomfortable knots. I shuffled in my bed a little and turned so one blue eye was peeking out. "How was your day?" I'm so good at changing the subject.
My boyfriend shrugged his shoulders. "It was alright. Work was same old same old, though I did win a lot of prizes from the variety show today. One host even went as far as awarding me a maid's costume. He said I'd be able to put it to good use."
For the love of God don't chuckle sexily in my ear. You know I melt when you do that! Grunting, I continued to squirm under the covers, not really satisfied with his answer. "You didn't text me, though. I thought you got kidnapped or shot or something..."
"Tch. Obviously I'm alright or else I wouldn't be here." Sasuke finally managed to slip his way under the bed sheets, wrapping his arms around my waist. He buried his face into the crook of my neck and sighed. "You're worrying about stupid things again, aren't you? Speak out, Dobe. It's not like you to keep your thoughts to yourself."
"It's nothing... seriously. I'm fine. Just... Sasuke, you love me, right?"
"Asking retarded questions now?"
"I'm serious! Do you love me?"
"I thought it was obvious?"
"Just say it!"
"Yes. I love you. Why do you ask?"
"And you won't leave me?"
"Naruto—!"
"Answer me!"
"Yes I won't leave you!"
I turned around in his arms and threw my arms around his shoulders, pressing our foreheads together. He loved me. He won't leave. So I need to stop acting ridiculous and enjoy the fact that he's by my side and not with that Mira shebeast... I gave him a stupid grin and pecked him on the mouth. "Sorry. I just like hearing your romantic side every once in a while."
Sasuke sighed and lightly tapped his forehead with mine. "You're such a hassle, I swear. Now then... can I see you in that maid's dress?"
"Ha! Not in your life!"
So the rest of the night was spent with us talking, laughing, kissing, and eventually we went into naughty things but I'll let your mind wander on that. When I woke up the next morning Sasuke was plastered to my side where he should be. I snuggled into his warmth, about to drop back asleep, when his phone vibrated. Now, normally I would never go through his phone. I'm not that obsessive. But something was compelling me to do otherwise... So. I leaned over and reached for his phone.
ONE NEW MESSAGE
Mira: Hey there, Tiger!
Yesterday was a blast.
I'm really glad you heard me out.
Let's go for drinks against next time. My treat xoxoxox! * heart *
I stared at the message long and hard before I pressed delete and placed the phone back on the desk.
No Mira, Sasuke will not fucking go out for drinks with you again. Because Sasuke is mine and I'm not about to let anyone else have him.