For all three Chapters:
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. Songs isn't either.
Warnings: Yaoi
A/N: Now wasn't that last chapter pointless? Anyways, sorry for the slow update, so here's three chapters for compensation ::dodges death glares:: Also, I'd like to say (or write) that the narration's slightly changed. Reason? The result of reading ONE book after a whole year's laziness (makes me wonder what would happen after two books). Tell me what you think. Narrative is faster, but emotions is... dunnoes. And heres a few things to note since i don't want to add other a/n's in other chaps (after realizing how annoying i am in them):
1) OOCness shall be attributed to drugs
2) I know now (a bit too late) that Sasuke's fringe is parted but for this, it is not. (I'll fix it later, i swear!)
3) Haven't read enough songfics (in fact, i haven't read any at all) so same song use is purely coincidental
4) Grammatical errors, hast and wrongly allocated names shall be forgiven. I'm not quite comfortable letting families and friends know that i do this (makes it sound bad doesn't it?) and when they keep walking past me i get this huge shock and embarrassment and need to hide it. Thus, irush andleave blanksfor character nameswhich i later replace.Cut the long story short, errors are inevitable. Which means that they SHOULD be forgiven.
And there's more but i can't think now 'cos my eyes are killing me. So yeah. Questions ask. i'll try answering, or explaining, or changing plot to incorporate it. And that's it! (Now wasn't that annoying?! Or perhaps noone even read it ::sighz::)
Chapter 10: A Conversation
Takuya whistles a recent tune in his seat. He'd finished his papers already and that boy still hadn't returned. Glimpsing at the time on the radio, he finds that he'd been sitting in the driver seat for almost 6 hours. His back ached and his bottom was sore; though, he had no intent on getting out. Laziness does that to you.
He winds down his window deciding to have another cigarette. It didn't intrigue him what Sasuke would be doing gone for 6 hours. And though it was late and his nicer part of him told him that he should be searching for his master, he didn't. He's old enough, he thinks. He needs to be independent.
The night wind caresses his face as he pokes his head out, cigarette hanging on the side of his mouth. He thinks, yes, that boy has been acting weird lately. He'd known Sasuke for almost 12 years and he'd never seen him stay out late. In fact, he never stayed out at all. Perhaps it's even fair to say that that boy had no friends. Not that he cares much.
Takuya remembers when Itachi-sama once told him to pay particular attention to that boy. He didn't question it at that time but now he begins to wonder why. I mean, what attention should he give? He only ever goes to school and comes home. Takuya practically knows his daily routine: wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, eat dinner, do more homework, and sleep. Sasuke's personal maid tells him this. So… why?
Takuya takes a long drag and exhales. He'd probably suffer a beating from Itachi-sama if he knows that they hadn't come home before him. Maybe he should really go out and look for that boy.
So Takuya decides that he'd finish his cigarette before he moves his lazy arse out of the car. But as he takes his final drag, he thinks he doesn't need to. He can vaguely make out a figure approaching him and knows –since his seen him almost every single day- that it's his master deciding to finally come back. He smiles and thinks: dinner should be ready.
The car heats up as he hears the door closing. Takuya has a glimpse at the rear-view mirror and sees that that boy is in an absolute mess. He takes the decency to ask: "What happened to you?"
But there is no response from the boy so he shrugs his head. Not like he actually cared. As he makes his way to the Uchiha house, he begins to think of something to tell Itachi-sama.
X.X.X.X.X.X.
Naruto knows when he is wrong. He is an honest being. Sitting there on his futon, he continues looking at the book placed out in front of him. He notes that some of the answers were removed, but it was done in haste, so he could pretty much make it out.
He sits there, with his blanket wrapped around his shoulders; his hair still wet from the shower before and thinks. He thinks: perhaps he should say thanks to the boy. He thinks: perhaps he should say sorry to the boy. Then he rejects them, shaking his head furiously and thinks: why should I?
He stands up almost abruptly and heads to the boiling kettle. He decides to have some tea because he really can't stand looking at that book again. And no matter where he hides it, no matter where he shoves it, his eyes would always seem to roam –and spot- that damn book. And it damn well pisses him off.
Holding the tea between his palms, he tries to look intently at the ceiling. There are cracks up there, he notes and decides that when he isn't busy, when school's over, when he needs to take a breather, he'll fix it. Yes, he'll fix it.
Unconsciously, his eyes search for the book on his futon again. He curses: damn book, and walks over to it. He places the cup carefully on the side and sits on his bed.
Yes. He'll apologize.
X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.
The next day Naruto arrives at school early deciding to bump into Sasuke. He sits in his seat and faces the window. The clouds are grey early in the morning and he feels lucky when he sees the first few drops of rain. Thank God I don't have to walk in that.
Then it pours.
Thank God I don't have to walk in that.
His vision adjusts to the downpour outside and vaguely wonders why it is raining when yesterday was just a perfect day. It was a stark contrast, really, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Naruto quite like the rain. Whenever it rains, whenever he concentrates on the rain, he'd find that he wouldn't think much. His mind would be blank. And that was good because when he does think, when Naruto does think, alone, in the darkness of his house, he'd think ugly thoughts.
He'd imagine the face of his father. Imagine the face of his mother. He'd imagine the screams, the yells, the sound of ripped clothing. He'd imagine the scene of how he had come into the world –in a dark alley with muffled cries of pain, of force. And always, he'd shudder. Because he knows, deep down, that his existence had not been wanted.
Glancing at his watch, he notes that Sasuke is late today. Then he wonders how this fact had come so easily to him.
As if on cue, the door opens. Sasuke walks in soaked.
"Didn't you bring an umbrella?"
The boy looks at him, his eyes slightly showing his surprise. "No."
"You'll catch a cold." He felt that he had no control over his words. In situations like these he wouldn't even say a thing to the boy, let alone, show concern.
"What do you care?" Sasuke snaps. He walks to his seat, taking his blazer off all the while. None-too-gracefully, the boy drops the clothing on the floor and Naruto dimly hears the wet noise it makes upon contact with the carpet. Outside, the rain continues to pour and Naruto feels a lump in his throat.
Silence.
The apology won't come easy.
"So," he begins. "Don't you think our weather is a bit fucked up?" He gives a nervous laugh and eyes Sasuke. But Sasuke does not respond.
"Look, um…" he coughs, "about yesterday…" Again, he eyes the boy. Why isn't he even looking?
"About yesterday…" he drawls again. What's that word? He thinks. Oh yeah, 'sorry'.
"Save it."
Naruto's eyes widen at the brisk response. "Wha-," he says, dumbfounded.
"Go die, Naruto"
"Huh?"
"Why are you so fucking annoying."
"What?" Naruto asks incredulously. But by then, he sees the other kicking a nearby table towards him, and tries to avoid on instinct. He stands up abruptly, but the table doesn't even come close.
The boy stands up and leaves.
Bastard, Naruto thinks.
X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.
Sasuke walks to the medical room where they keep the spare uniform. His entire clothing is soaked and vaguely wonders why. Oh yeah, he remembers, I fucking stood in the rain. For what? Of course for fun.
He stops himself thinking beyond this.
The school nurse greets him cheerfully but the smile drops when she sees his condition.
"Sasuke-san, what happened to you?"
He asks politely: "Can I please have the spare uniform?"
"S-sure," she replies and goes to the cupboard on her left.
When she hands them over to him, he takes it and quickly walks to the room to change. He ignores the mounting questions and stays in the room for perhaps a bit too long.
When he is done, he glances at the full-length mirror on the wall and stares at himself critically. His hair is in a mess, his bandage around his head is soaked, and the shirt he wears is slightly tighter than he usually likes it.
Then he stares at his eyes and notices the dark rings under them.
He hasn't been sleeping.
Letting out a wary sigh, he opens the door and thanks the nurse before going out. But then he hears a voice; or perhaps, two voices. Usually Sasuke wouldn't care if there were three or a bunch of them voices but he stops this time because he hears a familiar name. He hides behind the door.
"Naruto will be begging for mercy!"
He notices that it's Sakura speaking. Then Ino, laughing.
"I know! When the tape gets around he'd lose so much face. Let's see if Sasuke-kun likes him then."
"Fuck, Ino-pig! Don't say that. I refuse to think Sasuke-kun like this."
"Me too. But you know, like, in case. Besides, it's probably nothing serious."
"Yeah."
"So you getting it, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Get some extra. I haven't done them in, like, so long."
"Sure. I still can't believe his coming though."
"He's probably just trying to belong."
"True."
The girls turn a corner then, their voices out of reach.
"Sasuke-san? What are you doing?"
Sasuke jolts and turns. "Nothing." He bows and takes leave.
As he closes the door behind him, he thinks: who cares. Really, it doesn't concern him anyway.
He walks towards the class and overhears another pair's conversation.
"Hey, you bringing your girlfriend to the party?"
"Yeah. Chouji won't mind."
Sasuke stops hearing then because he's already heard what he needed to know.
TBC…