THIS IS REALLY SHORT AND CRAPPY AND I APOLOGIZE ALKSJDFLASJF URGH. But I see this story coming to an end in 3 or 4 more chapters so we'll see. I'm also really sorry this is late. Soccer and school have come up and I've literally had no time to get much of anything done so I'm sorry ; - ;. Hopefully my next update won't be so long inbetween.
Also I'll be changing my name into Infinite Vibrance after today c: Just for a change of pace~ You can still call me Fallen though ^^
Warning: Short and angsty.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my socks.
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Lying Photographs
You know guys, sometimes I think I was born to be an actor. I mean, with the way I'm pretending that Sasuke sneaking off to meet Mira every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday evening isn't bothering me in the slightest deserves all the Grammies! Hell, might as well throw in the Hollywood sign while you're at it, my acting's that phenomenal. Though I'll admit Sasuke's cutting it close. Acting like he isn't seeing her behind my back while keeping up happy, loving, pretenses deserves all the awards!
Just so I can burn them along with his lying, stupid, carcass!
Now guys, before you get on my case that Sasuke loves me and wouldn't leave me yadda yadda, all that romanticized bullshit can I just say I am fully aware of how Sasuke feels about me. I'm not happy, though, with how he isn't telling me upfront that he's seeing her. Honestly I could care less if they met up or not—no I lie I care so much just—because I know he's mine and whatever they had is long since thrown away into the Atlantic where not even ugly, deep sea creatures can get their gross fins on it. But no! I have to see through his read text messages while he's in the shower that they're communicating!
Tonight was really fun. Though we got cut short by 'you know who' insert cheesy ass attempt at being cute Can't wait for our next night out!
Seriously? Seriously? This woman is all types of annoying and I don't see how Sasuke hasn't given her the fucking boot to her plastic sized ass by now!
No guys... I am not jealous.
Nope. Not at all.
Sasuke's arms came to wrap around my shoulders, his wet and naked chest making marks on the back of my shirt. "Someone looks upset."
No shit, Sherlock. My boyfriend's a lying son of a bitch why wouldn't I be upset? I look up at him and smile anyways. "Naaaaaah. I'm just frustrated because Masamune obviously loves playing basketball but he won't tell his dick of a father his passion for the sport and follows his dad's rules instead and it's really frustrating!"
"Naruto, this is Dancing with the Stars."
Well... fuck.
"They're doing an interpretive dance and that's their story!" Waiting for my awards for being the best liar of 2012. Sasuke doesn't look convinced so I stare him down and he stares back. We have a glaring contest for a good two minutes before he finally sighs and flicks me on the forehead. Okay. Not called for! "Ouch!" I scowled and rubbed my abused forehead. "Any reason why you're abusing your boyfriend?"
"I don't know. Maybe because my boyfriend thinks he can shoot of a crappy lie and I'll believe him. I wasn't born yesterday, Uzumaki. So tell me what's bothering you, yeah?"
Fucking can't let things lie, huh? Sighing, it was becoming pretty damn apparent that Sasuke was never going to let this go until I proved to him things were fine. So I put on my greatest fake smile, nuzzled his nose, and asked him point blank.
Because seriously, if I didn't get an answer now I'd never be freaking satisfied.
"You've been going out a lot these past few days. And you don't even invite me along! I guess you could say I'm feeling pretty lonely..." I pouted and stroked Sasuke's cheek, watching for a flicker, glimmer, spark—whatever-that would signal me that something was a amiss. Nothing. So my final line would be the delivering blow... "Maybe... you could bring me along sometime?"
There it was—that spark. Hesitance. My stomach curled and my heart constricted. A terrible weight crashed on my shoulders and it took all of my willpower not to let a tear roll down my face. The flicker disappeared and my worry only doubled. Sasuke gave me a weak little smile that equated to nothing in my mind and pulled me into his arms.
"Really, Naru, you act like such a cat. Has my absence really made you worry this much...?" He started to shake and I only stood there. I'm not to sure... what I want to do. How I want to reply. I want to scream in his face and confront everything but at the same time I want to stay ignorant. I don't want to entertain the idea that Sasuke is seeing someone else—someone so powerful they left a mark in his heart long before I arrived—behind my back. I don't... I don't want to face a reality where Sasuke could be stolen from me.
Weak... I know. I'm so weak and paranoid to think Sasuke would leave my side after all we've been through. But wouldn't you be scared to if such a terrible adversary appeared before you with enough means that they could break bonds between you and your beloved?
I can't be the only one here.
Sasuke's fingers were holding onto the back of my shirt. His chin touched my shoulder. His breathing scraped my collar bone. "Trust me... though it may seem hard. Believe me. This separation is killing me too but in the end it'll be worth it so please." Sasuke lifted his head up to cup my cheek. More than just a flicker, a huge whirlwind of emotions were flooding his eyes that I nearly buckled under the stare.
He was desperate.
So I hugged him back. Told him I'd believe in him. That I'd wait.
It was unspoken between us but we understood; Sasuke saw my concerns and doubts, read me like a book even though I tried my best to mask it all. Tch. Really, when had I ever been able to mask my emotions from him? Right now I'm not too sure if this means everything will be okay. Or if our relationship was heading for a drastic turn where the destination was the edge of a really steep cliff. The uneasiness in my heart didn't settle even as Sasuke's lips touched mine.
I feel so terrible with this lingering doubts in my heart...
+MAXED-OUT+
Sasuke was out; again. I holed myself on the couch with a tub of ice cream watching Rush Hour 2. Rush Hour 3 was next and then I was going to call over Gaara, Kiba, and Pein to create a Rush Hour 4. Iruka was beside me giggling at something on his laptop. I was too lazy to bother looking over. All of a sudden my phone rang. Soft cello music played through my ears. Oh, so it was Pein hitting me up. I picked up the phone and answered.
"Yo, Pein. What's up? You normally don't call this late."
"What are you doing right now?"
"Um... watching Rush Hour. Why?"
"Turn it off and check out Tokyo Beats right now."
"Why—"
"Just do it, Uzumaki!"
"Okay! Okay! Jeesh! Hold on!" I paused the movie and switched to Cable, flipping through channels until I reached Tokyo Beats. The anchors were babbling on and on about a new power couple hitting the scenes and they seemed to spew up every word out of their mouth with dynamites chock filled with rainbows and... excitement. Yeah. That didn't make sense to me either.
"It's amazing how some of these relationships bubble about! You know my sources have told me they've been into each other for five years now."
"Other sources have spoken on how their rekindled fire is due to make some huge booms in Regal Enterprises and the infamous Uchiha Empire—two of the biggest international companies in Japan."
… What.
Pein was silent on the other line. Iruka had stopped typing and my mouth nearly dropped.
"But don't you think it's a little strange? Raven's dating Kit, right? It was all over the news."
"Raven's always been notorious for sleeping around. And apparently the relationship he has with Mira Heartfield was more... what's the word I'm looking for... connected?"
"True, true. But Kit must be devastated! Raven surely didn't give him the gentleman's goodbye with their split. I mean, look at these pictures."
The screen switched to photographs of Mira and Sasuke chatting, laughing, hanging out in Cosmos, walking out of a... a... hotel.
A fucking... hotel.
My grip on the remote tightened. Iruka was trying to calm me own but I couldn't hear a word. In the background I could faintly pick up Pein calling Sasuke an asshole and making threats. I should turn off the TV. Really. Media was bull crap and Sasuke... Sasuke wouldn't do this to me.
Turn it off Uzumaki.
Turn...
"Fans of MAXED-OUT are also stating their confusion over the new relationship between Raven and Mira. Some say that Raven is still with Kit and that his relationship with Mira is strictly professional. Others are relating their relationship to fanservice in order to boost sales. Both sides seem plausible but the pictures don't lie folks..."
"Looks like Raven's walking along the straight and narrow path now." Cue a really stupid giggle over a really fucking stupid joke. "Well then, folks. We'll be right back with more coverage on this breaking news right after our commercial break."
"Naruto...?" Iruka's hand touched my shoulder and I shrugged it off.
"I thought you and the Uchiha had worked things out."
"Yeah... so did I." the pictures were still mocking me on the screen even after the commercials aired. In my mind. Over and over again reminding me of the reality I refused to admit... He told me things would work out. I trusted him. I... I locked off my phone and headed up to my room. My heart felt heavy and my legs were lead going up the stairs. I stopped by our room door and hesitated. Going in there... Everything will remind me of Sasuke. And right now he's the last person I want to think about. So I pull out my phone and dial Gaara's number.
"Hey... can I stay with you for the night?"
+MAXED-OUT+
Ten missed calls. None of them answered.
Gaara was giving me glances every once in a while as I laid out my sleeping bag besides Gaara's bed.
"I keep telling you that if you're going to sulk not to do it on my floor."
"Shut up and let me brood." I curled up in my cocoon hoping that after three weeks I'd evolve into a T-Rex that could go on a rampage through the city. Sadly I doubt that will happen but maybe if I pretend hard enough...
Gaara scoffed and suddenly my bag was tugged. My body was slung awkwardly up against the bedside. "I told you not to sulk on my floor. Get up here, Naruto."
"I don't wanna—Ouch! Okay! Jeesh! I'm getting up!" Snuggled up to Gaara's side, or, well, I attempted to snuggle Gaara just sort of laid there like a brick, I closed my eyes and tried to wash away the crappy news of the day. Gaara was doing his best of keeping me distracted, asking me questions and keeping a conversation flowing. And it really helped because I could feel my eyes getting heavier and my breath thinning out.
Gaara's fingers found their way into my hair, stroking my head softly. "If I ask you if you'll be alright, are you going to lie to me?"
Yes. "I don't know."
My phone vibrated again. Seven times until it went to voicemail. Now that makes it eleven missed calls.
"Naruto... are you going to be alright?"
My phone's vibrating again. I buried my face into Gaara's chest and let out the heaviest sigh in the world.
"I... don't know, Gaara. I really don't know."
Next chapter we'll learn about why Sasuke is hanging out with Mira and the truth behind his actions~