It's the dead of night and I'm sat on the edge of a bed that's not mine. I look over my shoulder and see a pool of inky black curls and milky white skin. A pleasant sight for almost any guy to wake up to, but it just makes my stomach feel like it's on its way to the floor. My eyes burn as my memory of the last few hours return to me. My mouth dries up and my head begins to pound and now my fucking eyes are leaking. I need to get out of here.
I slide off the bed slowly, careful not to make it creak or disturb the still sleeping (what the fuck should I call her? I don't want to use her name, but I do know her. Whatever. She's a bitch now, so I'll call her that.) bitch. I look around the bedroom (that's honestly twice the size of my apartment and just thinking about that now pisses me off and fuck I'm still angry crying) and see my clothes scattered here and there. I pull each piece on one by one as I head for the slightly open door and just as I set my hand on the knob the bitch speaks.
"Where are you going?" She sounds groggy. The fact she was sleeping so soundly irks me to no end.
"Home." My voice comes out a little choked, so I clear my throat and say it again, more firmly. "I need to go home."
She doesn't say anything. I can hear her shifting around in bed. She's getting up. "It's late. You don't need to be out on your own this time of night." She comes up behind me and rests her head on top of mine (I really hate being short) and pulls me to her with her arms wrapped around me. She's warm and I can feel her chest on me. This... physical intimacy loosens the knot in my stomach and I bite my lip in frustration because of this. I don't want to feel comfortable.
"I'll feel so lonely without you too." She yawns and her hands start to rub me. Circles on my chest and up and down my belly. Ugh, what the fuck. It stops then comes back tenfold? My stomach is twisting around like crazy now, and my head feels like it's going to split open. "Come back to bed," she says.
I pull out of her embrace and swing open the door. With some distance between us I turn back and see her standing on the other side of the doorway completely nude, staring at me with drowsy hooded eyes. My teeth dig into my lip even more because, as much as I hate to say it, she really is one hundred percent sex appeal (I seriously just thought that...). Her body is slender and muscular yet curvaceous and sporting just the right amount of fat to fill her out. Her lips are pouty and the way she's looking at me makes me think she's ready for a meal and that breaks me out of my wonderment and sets me straight.
"Sasuke always come to get me in the morning for training. You know that. If I'm not there he's going to worry."
She looks unsatisfied with my answer and for a second I think she's going to just grab me and force me to stay. She doesn't. She just sighs and turns her back on me.
"Fine. Leave me. I'll just be here all on my own in this big empty bed in this big empty house." Her words are overemphasized and drawn out, but I still almost feel a little guilty about leaving. Almost. She giggles as she slips back into bed and keeps her back to me as she gets comfortable. "It's okay. Just make sure to lock up behind yourself and make sure you get home safely. I'll catch you later." Those last words didn't sound as jovial(?) as the rest.
Before I know it the bitch is asleep again. Bitch. I'm putting my clothes on faster now and heading straight for the front door. I stuff my feet into my sandals and head out with my head down. I close the door and walk off.
I come back and check the knob to make sure it's locked.
The walk back to my place is long seeing as I'm nearly on the other side of the village and not currently in the mood to dash my ass there. I feel like shit. Useless. Worthless and worn out. This isn't the first time I've felt like this, but it sure has been a long time since I have. Also I'm tired as fuck. I'm almost tempted to go to Sasuke's place right now since the old Uchiha compound isn't all that far from my current location. He definitely wouldn't mind having me over for the remainder of the night despite probably complaining about the hour of my visit. I decide not to in the end.
Showing up to my cousin's place with watery eyes and tear streaks on my cheeks will probably raise questions from him I rather not answer. I'll just keep going at this slow pace until I get to my crummy apartment in forty minutes.
I actually arrive in thirty-five minutes. Maybe. I don't actually have a way to check the time considering I don't own a watch and my phone was recently split in two in a freak training accident (I put my phone in my shuriken pouch and threw it to deflect an incoming volley of Sasuke's shuriken. Turns out shuriken are pretty sharp.). It just feels like I got here sooner than I thought I would.
Whatever. I'm indoors. I'm going to bed. Try not to think about tonight anymore, Naruto. Close your eyes to the world and sleep. Goodnight, me!
A/N: To anyone who cares, I am continuing to write A Painful Sort of Love. It's not on the back burner. The next chapter will be about 6k. I'm just putting the finishing touches on it.
This is just something I wrote in the span of an hour or so (it probably shows). I may or may not continue. Tell me what you think of it.