Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Yaoi and much weirdness.
A/N: You guys asked, so I answered. Hope you guys like this, though I must warn you; even I don't quite follow it.
Chapter 9: AdmissionIt was nearing twilight as he made his way home. He never really liked walking that path, already dreading the would-be lecture coming from his troublesome mother. So, he decided to take as much time as he can, every step seeming to take zillions of years to make.
The sky painted a soft myriad of colours and the clouds seemed to fade along with the setting sun. It was quite beautiful actually, he thought, but then, the sky has always been a magnificent thing to him.
Rounding a corner to his street, he continued walking in his slow pace. Never one to rush things because, hell, it wasn't like the sky was likely to fall on him. And if it did, then he'd rather die on the streets alone, than near his mother after hearing that annoying voice of hers.
Only three houses away from his home, he saw a familiar figure standing aside his gates. Deliberately stomping slightly to make his arrival known, the girl didn't fail to notice the noise. However, when she looked up her face seemed almost murderous.
"What the hell took you so long?"
Shikamaru shrugged, trying to act unaffected. "I didn't know you were gonna come."
After several minutes of sending daggers through her eyes, she calmed down. "Did you do it?" It was said out of confirmation rather than questioning. She had always known he wouldn't let her down.
"Yep," he said, hands reaching for the gates.
"Did he agree?" The metal creaked as it slowly opened.
"Yep."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep." As he made his way inside, he turned around casually to ask, "Wanna come in?"
The girl shrugged. "Sakura should be waiting for me."
He nodded and closed the gates behind him. He heard her heels making a faint clicking noise against the cement as she began walking away. Unconsciously, he wondered why girls wore heels in the first place. Wouldn't it be a pain for their feet? Ignoring the weird tangent of a thought, he inhaled a deep breath as he made it to his first doorstep. "Better make it snappy."
SSSSSS
He stared at the figure sitting on the steps of his apartment building. Confusion didn't even cover what he felt at the moment as both of them locked gazes. What the hell is he doing here?
It was the other who broke the contact when he stood up. Instinctively, Naruto said the first thing on his mind. "What are you doing here?" It had come out harsher than intended and he mentally wondered why.
"That was a rather friendly greeting," the boy said sarcastically.
Naruto yelled the next thing that passed through him, "How did you know where I live?"
The intensity of the voice seemed to be too much for the other as the boy covered both his ears. "Do you have to yell?"
He mentally noted never to trust first instincts again, for he really didn't know why he was screaming. Perhaps it was because he had always been like that in front of him. Or perhaps, it was a really bad day. Nonetheless, he wasn't one to be submissive, so he decided to continue on in this little charade. Besides, the annoyance the boy sparked in him this afternoon still hadn't left.
"Why? Can't you take a little vooluume, Sasuke?" He continued to yell. "I thought you could hack anything, or am I wrooong?"
Sasuke looked at him dangerously. "Shut that trap of yours or you'll be sorry."
"What you gonna do? Hit me? Go ahead!"
A fist automatically collided with his cheek, and Naruto found himself nearly losing balance. He placed his hand against the new wound. "You bastard!" he growled.
"Why do you always have to piss me off?"
"Why do you always have to piss me off?" he retorted.
"I told you not to yell!"
"Well I told you to go die but you never listened!"
By this point, however, Sasuke wasn't paying attention to him. His hand reached for his head, as if having a serious migraine and Naruto suddenly noticed that it was actually bleeding. Shit, my voice is that powerful?
"What happened to your head?" he asked, trying his best to sound genuine.
Sasuke looked up and gave him a glare. "You, that's what."
He looked incredulous. "Bullshit! What the hell did I do, huh?" Then, on another impulse, he yelled, "And why the hell are you here?" This only gave him another punch in the face.
He fell ungracefully back, the impact being stronger than the first. Lying down, his mind nearly burst with insults to award the figure standing. Before, he was worried; now, he was damn right pissed off! Collecting himself, he did his best to sit up.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled. In his anger, he didn't see the thick stream of blood falling from the side of the boy's face. "Not only do you fuckin' stalk me, you come to bash me! You dickhead! Asshole! Fag-..."
He was cut short when a book came flying towards him.
"Here! That's what!" Sasuke yelled before walking past him to leave. Confused, Naruto let the book fall on his lap. He hesitantly turned the object over to see the cover. He felt a pang when he saw his familiar writing on the bottom right corner: 'Uzumaki Naruto; Chemistry Pracs'.
Guilt washed over him as he witnessed it. He checked the insides to see if it was indeed his and not a scam, but to his –dismal- it was not. He held on to the book, wondering how on earth he could've left it behind. But as he touched it, his heart only wrenched more painfully in remorse. The book is still warm...
He turned around searching, but the boy had disappeared.
SSSSSS
Why do I bother? Why do I bother? Why do I bother! His mind was streamed with the single thought as he made his way through an unfamiliar street. He tried to recognise the path he had taken from the school but it seems as though he was lost. And where the fuck am I?
Making another left turn he was met with a row of domestic houses. He tried to follow his instinct in finding his way back. Takuya should still be waiting for him, and it was getting late. But his head hurt, and the muscles in his arm still ached...
FLASHBACK:
"Hey, let's erase his answers!"
"Yeah, see how he can pass with that!"
Sasuke ignored the snickering behind him. He continued on packing his things before exiting. Hinata and Naruto had just left and since Hinata collected the things for him, he decided to stay behind to clean up the group's mess. It had been a surprise to know that Naruto would have to work with them for the project, but a part of him had been...glad. He often saw the boy working alone and sometimes he would find himself debating whether or not he should invite him in the group. Not that, of course, he'd accept the invitation anyway. It was better this way, though. He didn't need to ask and the boy didn't need to know that he wanted him in first place. To join, that is.
Collecting the last of his books, he started making his way out when he heard one of the boys behind laugh again. "Stupid Uzumaki!"
Unconsciously, he stopped in his tracks. "He's so gunna fail."
For some reason, he turned directions and headed for the noisy group. When one of the boys saw him, they smiled. "Hey, Sasuke."
"What're you doing?" he asked indifferently.
One of them waved a book in the air. "See this," he said. "It's the idiot Uzumaki's. We're just having some fun." Impulsively, Sasuke grabbed for the books but failed. The boys were surprised.
"What?"
On the second try, he was quicker. When the book was in his hands, he gave a smirk before walking away.
"Hold on."
Several hands were firmly placed on his shoulders to stop him. "It's okay if you don't want to join, but don't spoil the fun for us."
Perhaps he'd lost all his sanity for starting this; he didn't know. But automatically, he shrugged the hands off him and threw his things on the ground. There were five of them and he was at a disadvantage but he wasn't prepared to give up. Maybe he could use this excuse to vent his bottled feelings and confusion? He charged towards one of them. That's it, he told himself. I need to release some stress.
END OF FLASHBACK
And to relax I go and wait 4 hours for that dickhead? I'm seriously fucked in the head.
There was a weird sound echoing in the empty streets and it took him a while to notice that he was actually laughing. He leaned against a brick fence, giving in to the weirdness surrounding him. The laughing soon turned to soft sobs as he fell on the ground and rested his chin on his knee. He held his legs closer to him.
What's wrong with me?
FLASHBACK:
"The rumours are true, isn't it?" one of them yelled. Someone had whacked him with a chair and his head was throbbing with pain. "You are a bloody fag!" He kicked the side of the boy who said that. He had done a good job with the other four.
"What are you on about?"
The boy choked on blood before he continued. "Why the hell do you care, Sasuke? You've never cared much about anything before!" He kicked some more. He didn't like where the conversation was leading to.
"Shut up."
"First, you tell the girl in English off. And now, you're doing this. Why, huh? You fuckin' like him, don't you? Fag!"
That wasn't true. He was certain. Just because he was doing unusual things these days doesn't mean it was an indication that he liked the blonde. Hell, it wasn't an indication to anything at all!
"Shut up."
"Do you ever jerk off thinking of him, huh? Do you? I bet you have wet dreams after thinking of him. Am I right?" He choked on blood again.
It didn't mean anything...
"Shut up." He kicked his side again, harder this time.
"He's a fucking murderer!"
"He is not!" His scream shocked him. He had been too quick to defend.
"See, you're defending him. Why? Why would you defend someone if you didn't like them!"
"Because it's wrong to accuse, that's what!" he yelled. Why was he so damn angry?
"What the fuck are you doing?"
He swivelled his head to the entrance to face the figure. The boy beneath him did so too.
"Kiba!" the boy cried relieved.
END OF FLASHBACK
He felt the hot tears running down his face, but he refused to acknowledge it as such. He told himself that they were blood –blood from Kiba's strong blow. But his nose was getting too runny. And he sniffed again.
Exhausted of telling himself what and what not to do, he leaned back against the wall in a gesture of weariness. He let the liquid fall, doing nothing to stop them. He was getting too tired.
Through his clouded eyes, he saw the magnificent sunrays spreading different shades of yellow. From the lighter ones through to the more intense and bordering reddish hues. Yet, despite his will not to let the thoughts surface, he found, like most other times, his mind not obeying. He bit his lip as more hot liquid cascaded down his cheeks.
"Naruto..." he whispered.
FLASHBACK:
"We've heard you, you know? We've heard you in that change room when you thought everyone had left. We heard you and your disgusting moans."
He ducked a punch and lifted his leg for a kick. He was lucky that it made contact and the boy fell painfully on the floor. He was getting too tired of this. He was sore all over and his head was hurting like hell. Absently, he wiped away the blood.
"Shut up!"
Was he becoming hysterical? He didn't know. He had been hearing all these things from Kiba and he was certain that they weren't true. It couldn't be true. He was always so good at being secretive.
"Tell us. If you're not a fag then why the hell were you moaning HIS name?"
He threw a nearby chair at him.
"Shut up!"
END OF FLASHBACK
His legs stretched flat against the cool cement and his arms feel limply by his sides. He was going to go crazy if he didn't stop this. This incessant need to see him, to hold him, to touch him...
Denial didn't work anymore. Refusal never had.
"Naruto..." he whispered again.
Instinctively, his hands moved to his inner thighs and he willed himself not to go any further than that. But his member was slowly aching as thoughts of Naruto smiling, laughing, and giving that cheeky grin covered his senses. That particular shade of blue that belongs to him solely. Thoughts of him undressing in the changing room, his head being stuck in one of his tops as he clumsily yanked it on. Him and the soft green grass where they would experiment on...
He heard his fly unzip.
Frustrated tears poured down as he unwillingly let his hands slide down his now throbbing member. It was an open street; a quiet street, with just one peak from any one of the houses and they would see; yet he continued despite himself.
It wasn't for pleasure and he knew it. It was a confirmation to what he finally discovered himself to be. From the first innocent touch, to the now more experienced, he couldn't deny that the thoughts that would arise could only belong to one person in particular. And again, his tears would fall.
He didn't want this, yet he was honest enough to accept it.
The sun continued descending; the sky was beginning to darken. His mind had died, but things continued without him. On the empty street where he lay, he remained with his hands working against his saner will and his thoughts bombarded with someone he rather not have. Sadly, his tears were his only companions.
TBC...
A/N: Just to tell you all, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY! And it's quite sad really to have spent the early hours typing up a fic. It's now 4:40am, I've finished it in soooooo many hours, but I'm quite proud of myself.
I demand a present! And what easier and cheaper pressie than a review? It'd make me so damn happy!
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